Chapter 7
Friday night. Not too warm outside, but definitely not too cool. Not a cloud in the sky.
Wendy shivered as she walked over to her new assumed-boyfriend's house. She had a special gift in mind for him, seeing how she often struggled with money herself. She looked up to the visible stars shining down. "Happy birthday, Kenny," she mumbled to herself.
She was soon meant by dozens of cars, all lined up at the side of the road. The closer she got to Kenny's house, the more she could hear the raging music and taste the alcohol in the air. What a night this would be.
Ken greeted her at the door with a grin. "Hey you" he said. He took Wendy's hand in his own immediately and led her inside, helping her make her way through the crowd of the people who had already arrived to his party.
"Just put your present on the table there." he instructed.
"You really want me to get up on that thing?" she teased. "I'll break it."
Kenny grinned, pulling his girlfriend into a searing kiss. "Mmm, you're my present." He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hands firmly against her ass.
She giggled slightly as she kissed back. "I didn't bring the remote with me this time."
Truthfully, this relationship was already making Wendy quite happy. Kenny was far more attentive than Stan, not to mention open about his bisexuality from the start. He didn't seem to need to look at other guys though, or even want to, when he had a perfectly good ass to grab on Wendy Testaburger.
"All right, all right, you two, enough PDA," Stan said, meandering his way over to the happy couple. He put one arm around Wendy, and one around Kenny, prying them apart unwillingly. "Dudes, get a room!"
"We intend to," Kenny said, winking at his giggling girl. Stan turned to Wendy and kissed her on the cheek.
"Glad you're happy, Wends," he said with utmost sincerity. Which was hard to do when slurring his words the way he was. Stan had been the first to arrive. Two hours ago. Been drinking every since. He knew Kyle was going to be there. He didn't know how to handle that.
Wendy and Kenny let the kiss go. Stan was drunk after all, and until last week he had been the one kissing her anyway. Thoughts of a possible three and/or four way with Stan and/or Kyle entered Kenny's mind, but left again when he thought about someone else being inside of what was now his girlfriend's pussy. He was perfectly content with just her, and for a perv like him that was saying something. He was just as unexplainably drawn to her as she was to him.
"Aww, you two don't have to act weird because of ME!" Stan cooed, swaying back and forth between the two lovers. "Go ahead! Have fun tonight!" He slapped both Wendy AND Kenny on the ass before returning to the party.
They both looked at each other in awe. "What was THAT about?" Wendy asked Kenny, who didn't have time to respond because he had swept her up in another kiss.
Stan carefully walked his already drunken self over to the nearest couch. He plopped down on it, very glad that sitting didn't require walking around. The couch was perhaps the sweetest place to be when wasted. All you had to do was sit.
Sit and wait for Kyle to show up. Stan was dreading that the more he thought about it. He was already drunk. What if he said something stupid? What if he got sick? Then again, what if Kyle got drunk and equally as stupid?
Stan had no time to think about it any longer. As the door cracked open, his eyes made contact with the cute redhead entering the premise. Kyle looked lost, and as though he knew nobody there. Or didn't want to know anybody. But he knew everybody.
As soon as his eyes spied Stan though, his face lit up and he walked speedily over to his friend.
Stan nervously bit his lower lip. Kyle didn't know he had broken it off with Wendy yet. He didn't know how to tell him that they broke up without telling him why they broke up. And that was already two days ago.
"Hi," Kyle greeted as he snatched a section of the only couch for himself.
"Hey," Stan said back. "How's it going?"
"Fine," Kyle said as he produced Kenny's gift from his zipped up coat. "You?"
Stan's smile came from within. "I'm good." He genuinely smiled at Kyle, and Kyle did the same. He could feel Kyle's intense gaze upon his, and he felt his cheeks darken to a reddish tone. God, he was cute, Stan thought.
"So what'd you get Kenny?" Stan asked Kyle out loud. He didn't actually care. It was just a chance to make conversation and not just spend his time staring at that hot little Jew with a big blush going across his face.
"A gift certificate," he said.
"To?" Stan asked.
"Raisins."
Stan smiled. "Ah, yes. Kenny's favorite restaurant." Ever since the girls that worked there grew up with the boys and continued to wear seemingly the same outfits they wore when they were 10...Kenny visited that place almost daily.
"So, what's new with you?" Kyle asked, also making meaningless conversation.
Stan felt himself fidgeting. Every time Wendy had asked him something that he wanted to elaborate on but was too nervous...he fidgeted. All of these feelings...all of these realizations, made him even more fidgety. And Kyle noticed.
"Jesus Christ, dude, you okay? You seem kinda spazzy." Kyle looked to his black-haired friend in concern, placing a caring hand on his shoulder. Stan flinched at his touch.
"I'm okay. Just the...alcohol." He wanted to tell Kyle about Wendy. He wanted to, but he didn't know how. Just then, Kyle turned his attention to Kenny in the hallway. Groping and petting and...feeling up Wendy. His eyes went wide with shock.
Stan looked over at his friend, now noticing his odd behavior. "You okay?" he asked, returning the question.
"...Y-yeah...Fine..."
Stan frowned. Kyle's vision was distracted, and this saddened him. Could there be someone else at the party he was interested in? Quite possibly. After all, Stan had no idea that Kyle had even the slightest bit of feelings for him. He had dismissed the scene in the bedroom with the penis and the jacking off...he decided that was just because Stan was asleep and Kyle was horny. Nothing else.
"Stan," Kyle said, interrupting his thoughts. "Did Kenny...uh...did Kenny...is...did he ever get the hint you wanted him to stay away from Wendy?"
"...Uhhh..." Stan fidgeted again. "W-well yeah, sorta. I mean he...It's kinda complicated."
Ah yes. "It's kinda complicated." It ranked right up there with "It's a long story." as code for "I don't want to talk about this anymore." God bless the English language. And now, Kyle would drop the subject.
Kyle blinked, trying not to stare too hard at the scene off to his side.
"Dude, I think you might wanna...talk to him about that again."
"Well, n-not now. I mean, it's his birthday you know?"
"So you gave him your girlfriend for a present?" Kyle asked frankly. He couldn't help it.
In his head, Stan registered what Kyle must have been looking at. He turned his head to the making out couple, and let out a sigh of relief.
Kyle heard the sigh and took it as shock. "Dude! I mean, sorry, but...birthday or no birthday, this is shitty!" Kyle watched Stan as he didn't make a move to stop it. "Aren't you going to...uh...stop him?"
"No Kyle, I'm not."
"Well why the hell not!"
"Because dude...Wendy and I broke up."
Kyle squinted his eyes long and narrow at Stan as if what he had just said was very complex. "You...you what! But you two...I mean you were..."
"No. We weren't." Stan turned back to Kenny and Wendy and smiled. "She wants to be with him."
Silence.
"And you're okay with this?"
Stan took a moment to react. He couldn't say yes too excitedly. He also couldn't say no, because that was obviously a lie on a few levels. He finally went with "Well, you know, if he makes her happy..."
Kyle scoffed. "Stan, it's nice you're so selfless, but she's stuffing her fucking tongue down his throat right in front of you! When did you break up!"
"...W-Wednesday..."
"What! That was only two days ago!" Kyle protested. "She shouldn't be doing this to you. In fact, neither should he! I'm gonna go over there and give them a piece of my mind."
"No!" Stan insisted, grabbing Kyle's arm as he stood from the couch.
Kyle paused in mid-motion, looking over at Stan's arm that was holding onto him. He frowned, trying to comprehend the whole situation once more. Finally, he sat down. "You don't care!" he said, almost too excitedly and not very questioningly. "Wh...why not?" He opened his mouth, wanting Stan to say what HE wanted to tell Stan.
Stan sighed. His voice became a low whisper as he tried to go over the details with his friend. He wanted to tell him, but at the same time, he didn't.
"...Well," he began. "I guess she wanted a guy who was more attentive to her and her needs...And I wanted a...Well, I-I wanted a...Um..."
Kyle watched him with innocent but craving eyes. He wanted to finish that sentence. Instead, he smiled inside as Stan stuttered along.
"I...I wanted...uh...I didn't want to be with her anymore," he said finally. "I wanted...I want...something...someone...else."
"...I see," Kyle said, taking in all the information while trying not to let his own hopes get sky high. "Is uh...Is this someone else at the party?" Kyle asked. "Or, you know, going to be?" He couldn't seem too obvious.
Stan stopped fidgeting to look deep into his best friend's eyes. He knew that if he was going to get any kind of reaction, he had to tell Kyle. BUT, Kyle wasn't drunk yet. He wanted Kyle to be drunk. At least, he thought that would be best. He sure as hell couldn't feel parts of his body--it was going to make it a lot easier to confess something so huge.
"Yeah...yeah, I know this person was planning on being here," he said, ambiguously. "You want a drink?"
"Yeah, I would." Kyle confirmed a bit too easily. But this was far too nerve-wracking of a situation for him not to drink away some of the pressure.
He followed Stan off the couch, around the piles of sweaty already drunk people, to the kitchen, where the keg was.
"We have this," Stan pointed to the keg, "or," he signaled to follow him toward the refrigerator, where he had pulled out the 'secret' stash. "We have this." He handed Kyle a bottle of Jack Daniels. "You pick."
"I...really don't care." Kyle admitted. And he didn't. For him, this was strictly a matter of calming down his own nerves, while for Stanley, it was a case of building up some liquid courage. Not that he needed any more to drink, but it would surely justify whatever he did in the morning if he did it really, really wasted.
"Whatever's stronger," Kyle figured. It wasn't a bad suggestion at all.
Stan shoved the whiskey into his hand. "This for sure." Kyle gladly accepted the 'stash', and searched for a freestanding cup. Noticing there were none around, he shrugged his shoulders and prepared to take a swig.
Stan outstretched his arms and grabbed the bottle. "Whoa, dude! Don't you want like...Cokeā¦or something? I don't want you puking."
Kyle smiled. "No, that's your job."
Stan rolled his eyes. "Well even so, it'd be better then if we're not fighting for the bathroom."
It was a good point, Kyle had to admit.
Stan turned around and went searching for a mixer. Something in the way that Stan was caring for Kyle, the way he was making sure that everything was adequate conditions for him...it give Kyle warm feelings inside. He couldn't quite say for certain that he was the person Stan was talking about, but he crossed his fingers and prayed that all this attention meant that he was. Life would be so much sweeter.
Stan returned with a Coke. "Here ya go, Kyle." He smiled warmly, handing the soft drink over. Soon enough, Kyle, too, would feel the affects.
Then maybe they could finally tell each other who they really wanted.
Each other.
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