I stood outside for a few more minutes taking it all in. The party was still blasting behind me, but no one was outside. Eventually it got too cold and I turned around and went back inside.
Inside not much had changed since I was in there last. I saw Cartman standing with Wendy, laughing. Bebe wasn't around them so I guess Cartman got her to stop bothering them somehow. He was still wearing my hat, it was weird to see it on him. It was weird to be wearing Cartman's hat too. It was a miracle that his hat wasn't stretched out from his fat head and could actually fit me.
I didn't have anything else to do so I walked to the kitchen looking for something to drink. I knew I probably shouldn't be drinking, but I wasn't planning on drinking much.
Kenny walked up next to me as I looked around the kitchen. "Dude do you wanna have a drinking contest?" He asked.
What the fuck kind of question was that? Of course I wanted to have a drinking contest. It had been awhile since the last time I had had one.
Kenny lead me into the living room. "I found someone else that'll participate in this drinking contest with me." He announced, people cleared an areas around Cartman's coffee table in his living room so we could sit on the floor.
It was just me and Kenny that were in the contest. By the looks, and sounds, of it we were the only two left that were still mostly sober. Cartman was sober though, he never got drunk, which was oddly surprising.
Cartman was pouring our shots. "Dude you know I'm going to win this." I said to Kenny, then I laughed.
Kenny just shook his head. Cartman poured us each a shot of this cheap tequila stuff.
The first three shots were easy. Around the fourth my head was staring to get fuzzy, but there was no fucking way I was losing to Kenny. The fourth shot burned as it went down.
Kenny turned to me. "You... you think you can go on?" He asked, laughing. His laugh and words were slurred, but I'm sure I was just as bad.
"Hell yeah! Pour another one." I slurred to Cartman. Cartman poured us another one.
The fifth shot was worse than the fourth. Kenny groaned and rested his head on the coffee table. "You know what? I'm... I'm fucking done man. Shit."
"Now you just have to do one more shot to win." Cartman said to me, pouring one final shot. I downed it quick, I just wanted to win. Everyone cheered, I smiled proudly.
I stood up, way too quickly, and felt my stomach lurch. Next thing I knew I had thrown up all over Cartman who had been sitting across from me. "Shit!" My eyes widened, "I'm so sorry dude."
Kenny was howling with laughter at this predicament. I was embarrassed, but I was too drunk to care that basically everyone from school had just watched me vomit on Cartman.
"Jesus fucking Christ dude, eww." Cartman whined. Kenny's laughter was infectious, I started laughing too.
Soon the room was erupting with laughter. Everything seemed so perfect, except the fact that I was drunk. I thought for a moment that everything would be okay. Damn my drunken mind.
The next morning I woke up in an unfamiliar place with a pounding hangover headache. The unknown place happened to be Cartman's mom's bed. I turned over and groaned as I looked at the ceiling.
I didn't remember much of what happened after I threw up on Cartman. I just remember being too drunk to function, I was lucky I didn't end up in the hospital.
Now that it was morning, and I wish I hadn't drank anything.
I rolled out of bed and walked down the hall looking for Advil. I tripped over Kenny, who was sleeping on the floor. When I say tripped, I really mean tripped. I fell flat on my face and just lied there for a moment, trying to process what happened.
Kenny woke up, "Shit man, I don't remember falling asleep here." His voice was heavy with sleep.
"Next time you fall asleep could you try to do it not in a walkway?" I asked sitting up. Kenny laughed.
"Well if you're leaving I'm taking the bed."
I stood up and nodded, "Whatever dude." I heard Kenny get up as I left to go find painkillers.
The front room was littered with red cups and the couch had an unidentifiable stain on it. The kitchen was just as bad. Luckily I was able to find some Advil.
I stood in the kitchen and pulled out my phone to check it. I doubted I had any messages, everyone was at the party last night. I did have one message from Kyle, it just said he wanted to talk to me. I smiled as I stared down at my lock screen at the text, remembering the night before. Then I noticed the date.
Monday, November first.
Monday.
Shit. Fucking Cartman had to have his stupid Halloween party actually on Halloween- and it fell on a Sunday. I stood there for awhile, debating whether I should even try to haul my ass to school. In the end I decided I had better go, I had only missed the first two periods.
I left without waking anyone, although I wasn't sure who was still around. I ran out to my car and quickly drove to my house to change clothes and grab my homework which I had worked on so hard. Luckily my parents weren't home.
Cartman still had my hat. I dug around looking for another one, but the only one I could find was my black one. I had to wear it though because my hair looked like shit.
By the time I got to school third period was just ending. Everyone looked like shit, tired and hungover. Maybe Cartman wanted everyone to suffer more than they already did on a Monday with a hangover none of us deserved.
The rest of the school day was pretty shitty.
After school I was walking to my car when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Kyle. "Hey dude- holy fuck you look like shit."
"Thanks."
Kyle rolled his eyes, "What happened to you last night?"
"Kenny and I... We..." I trailed off. I felt guilty about drinking, especially because Kyle was so worried about me.
"What did you guys do?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Had a drinking contest." I finished defeatedly.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Oh Jesus Christ."
"It was no big deal." I dismissed, "What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out."
"Sure, but can we go to your house? My mom's having her book club over tonight."
"Yeah sure, whatever. As long as you don't mind putting up with my family." Kyle laughed, I laughed along.
Later I was sitting on Kyle's bed doing my homework. Kyle was sitting at his desk working on his. Everything seemed to have had gone back to normal, but I wanted to talk about the kiss. I just wasn't sure how to bring it up.
I wasn't actually doing my homework. I was just staring at a page of math problems and trying to remember how the fuck you wrote the quadratic formula. I could've probably asked Kyle for help, since he was way better at math than me, but he seemed focused.
"Did you get caught sneaking out last night?" I asked after awhile.
"Did you stop drinking?" Kyle retorted.
"Look the only reason I got in a drinking contest was because Kenny pressured me." I told him, though he didn't really. I just wanted to do it.
Kyle turned around to look at me. "Whatever dude."
Then we just kind of looked at each other. I was replaying all that had happened the night before, the confession the kiss, everything.
Eventually Kyle smiled slightly, it was more like a half smile. "I love you, Stan."
"I love you too, dude." I replied. I shoved my math homework into my backpack and decided I would work on it later.
I couldn't help but stare at Kyle. He was so fucking adorable. He was chewing on the end of his pen in concentration. I smiled, knowing he liked me back only made me more happy. Being with Kyle made me genuinely happy. "Hey Kye."
"Hmm?" Kyle turned his chair to face me.
I smiled at him. "I'm glad we're not fighting anymore."
Kyle smiled back and came over and sat by me on his bed. "Me too. I got really worried about you."
I laughed and looked away from him. "Yeah... I kind of... Yeah." I ran a hand through my hair because I didn't want to talk to Kyle about being depressed.
Kyle sighed and put an arm around me. "I'm sorry, Stan."
"It's not your fault Kyle. I mean you and Kenny being dicks didn't help, but it's not all your fault." I laughed. I was joking but I was still kind of annoyed.
Kyle laughed too. "I know, I know. We're actually terrible."
I smiled and looked at him. "Yesterday we said that we could just forget it all. Let's do that for real. Wendy told me something great about forgiveness the other day."
"What was it?" He asked.
"Something about how forgiveness makes you stronger." I shrugged, "Anyways, I could never stay mad at you."
"I could never stay mad at you either." Kyle agreed, then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I couldn't lose my best friend."
I turned to him and smiled. "You'll always be my best friend, Kyle."
He was looking at my lips as I talked and soon our lips were pressed together in a kiss. Kissing Kyle was almost unexplainable because it felt so good. I finally had the chance to reach up and take off his hat, tangling my fingers in his hair. It was even softer than I imagined it would be.
Kyle ran his hands down my back. He had short little nails and long sender fingers. My mind filled with ideas of all the things Kyle could do with his fingers.
He pulled away suddenly and I felt mildly disappointed his lips had left mine so soon. "Stan." He said softly, his lips still close to mine.
I kissed him again, "What?" I asked softly.
"I just can't believe this is actually happening." Kyle said softly. Soon we were back to making out. Kyle was good at kissing for someone who had never dated anyone for longer then a week. It was almost the same as kissing a girl, except that Kyle had a firmer jaw then a girl and he was slightly more forceful. I mostly just kept my fingers tangled in his hair because I had been dreaming about it for so long.
He pulled away and started kissing my jawline and then eventually he made his way down to my neck. I felt him start giving me a hickey and I didn't stop him, even though I knew there'd be a dark mark there tomorrow. Luckily he had the curtsey to do it just below my collar so I could hide it easily.
Kyle kind of had wandering hands, and I didn't even know what to do with mine. It was weird because I had made out with Wendy tons of times but this was different and I didn't know where to put my hands.
Eventually Kyle's hands made it down below my waist. I admittedly had a giant hard on (this had been my fantasy for the past two months). Kyle pulled away, "Let me make it up to you for the past two months." He said.
He slid off the bed and was between my legs in an instant, undoing the button on my pants. He looked up at me with his perfect emerald eyes. "I mean, if that's okay with you."
I blushed and looked away, some part of me still couldn't believe this was happening. "It's okay with me."
Kyle laughed and soon he had my dick in one hand. He got really close and breathed hot air on the tip before kissing the end. "I'm about to give you the best blowjob of your life."
He kissed the top again only this time he swirled his tongue around as he did so. He left one hand towards the base, striking softly as he licked me from base to tip. His eyes fluttered shut as he continued the motion. Occasionally he'd stop at the top to swirl his tongue around and do nothing by tease me.
I reached out and tangled my hands in his hair. He wrapped his lips around me and slowly pulled me all the way down into his mouth. I was surprised at how far he could go.
He moved his mouth slowly for awhile. Every time he came up his tongue swirled around the tip slowly. I wondered momentarily where he had learned to do this so well. He stopped sticking for a moment and tightened his hand around the base of my dick.
He began to pump his hand up and down in long slow strokes. His hand paused at the top, he took his thumb and smeared my precome around the tip. I let out a moan, allowing my eyes to close as he did so. "Oh god Stan, that sound is so hot."
I was about to reply but instead I sucked in a breath as I felt the warm wetness of his mouth engulf me again. This time around he sucked more heavily, his tongue gently caressed my sensitive skin. I felt my hips start to rise on the own accord but Kyle pushed them back down. He pulled away and chuckled. "I don't want you to come just yet." He said. I didn't want to come either, in fact, I didn't want this moment to ever end.
Kyle was swirling on if his perfect short nails around the tip of my sickly slowly, waiting for me to calm down. Eventually he dragged his nail lightly down the underside of my dick with excruciating slowness.
"Fuck." I gasped softly. My toes curled in pleasure as my eyes shut again.
Kyle chuckled as he did it again, making me moan. "Just sit back and enjoy this, Stan." He said.
He wrapped his mouth around me again and I groaned softly as he began to move his mouth like he was doing before. He moved deeper and deeper each time. My hands were still tangled in his hair, only now they were tighter. I hoped I wasn't hurting him, but I think he would've said something.
The pressure was building inside me as Kyle quickened his pace. My breathing got heavier as he continued. I gasped as I came into Kyle's mouth. Pleasure ripped through my body and everything else slipped away as I felt like I was floating.
Kyle sat back as my breathing returned to normal. "That was... I mean..." I couldn't form the words I was looking for.
We heard the garage door opening downstairs. Kyle quickly jumped up, "Put your pants back on." He told me.
I didn't have to be told twice. I stuck my dick back in my pants and zipped them up. Kyle walked back over to his desk and opened his book again. I pretended to be digging though my bad instead of wondering how Kyle has just given me the most mind blowing orgasm of my life.
Kyle's mom opened the door and looked at me on Kyle's bed and then looked at Kyle. She sighed, "Kyle you're not supped to have anyone over. You're grounded remember?"
"Aw ma, we were just working on homework." Kyle lied.
Sheila shook her head, "Sorry Stan, but you're going to have to go home." She said, then she closed the door and left.
I turned to Kyle. "Wow I can't believe she didn't kill me."
Kyle laughed and stood up, "She likes you." He told me.
I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Where did you get so good at giving head?" I questioned. I was in awe and shock to tell the truth.
Kyle laughed sheepishly. "Kenny and I watched a shit ton of porn to find the perfect blowjob method. He told me he would've shown me himself but he didn't want to 'soil' my 'perfectly good virgin dick when it was clearly a job for Stan'." Kyle laughed and put his hat back on his head.
I smiled and kissed him softly. "Well I owe you one." I told him. We hugged for a moment before Mrs. Broflovski yelled up the stairs.
"You better go or she might actually kill you." Kyle laughed softly. He kissed me again.
I smiled and looked up at him. "I love you, Kye."
"I love you too, Stan."
The next morning when I woke up I was actually happy to be awake. When I made coffee I didn't even think about spiking it. I just felt happy and glad because of Kyle. As I was standing in my kitchen drinking my coffee I realized that this happiness would just be short lived because it would only be a matter of time before something happened that made me upset again. I put my mug in the sink and sighed.
It was hard to be happy when nothing good hardly ever lasted. But I decided that today I was going to try to be more happy and see how it when from there.
When I got to school I stepped out of my car and Kenny had just appeared as if out of thin air. "Hey dude." I greeted.
"Hey." Kenny put his hands in his pockets. "Did you just get here?" He asked me.
I laughed, "Well I just got out of my car, didn't I?"
"Good point." Kenny grinned, "Do you want to ditch school with me?"
"No, I've already missed a shit-ton." I said, I started walking towards the school.
Kenny reached out and grabbed my arm. "Are you sure you don't want to ditch? It would be so fun, Stan."
"Dude no," I laughed," You're going to make me late."
Kenny sighed deeply and let go of my arm. "Okay then let's go to school."
I glanced at him and then at the school. "What's up with you?"
Kenny shrugged, "You'll see when you go inside."
"Um okay..." I looked at him and then looked back at the school.
Kenny then lead me into the school. Butters was standing right inside the doors. Kenny turned to him, "I tried to get home to ditch with me, but it didn't work."
"Ah hamburgers." Butters muttered and then he looked at me. "I'm so gosh-darn sorry Stan."
"What? What are you talking about?" I asked him.
Just then Bebe walked up. "Oh my god Stan! You finally did it."
"What?"
"You and Kyle are officially a thing." She gushed, "Butters told us all about you two confessing to each other at the party on Sunday." She explained.
I glanced at Butters, who was hiding sheepishly behind Kenny. I groaned and turned back to Bebe, "How many people know about this?"
"Literally everyone." Bebe answered happily. "It's so cute. I told you that you had a chance, didn't I?"
"Yeah, haha, you really did." I took a moment to look around the hall and everyone's eyes were turned towards us.
Kyle walked in the front door of the school and smiled at us. "Hey guys." He greeted.
Bebe glanced between us and smiled. "I told Wendy I'd meet her before school. See you guys later." Then she looked at me and winked before turning with a flip of her frizzy blonde hair and walking away.
Everyone was still looking at us. Kyle looked at me, like he needed an answer, but I couldn't tell him with everyone staring. Kenny was standing with a sly grin on his face. God, I wanted to reach over and snack him. "I'm going to go to class, early for once!" Kenny grabbed Butters hand, "Come on let's go." Then he lead Butters down the hall.
Kyle then turned to me, "Do you want to go to class?" He asked.
I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could I was tapped on the shoulder by Heidi Turner. "Can I take a picture of you guys for the yearbook?" She asked, smiling and holding up the camera that hung around her neck.
"Why?" Kyle asked.
"We're doing an LGBT page and I just have to get a picture of you two." She beamed. "There's so few people out of the closet at this school. It was so brave of you guys to come out though, that takes guts." She gushed. "So, can I take a picture?" She held up her camera again.
Kyle and I exchanged a glance. "You can't take a picture of us today, I look like shit." I told her, mostly trying to make her leave. "But you know who you should go take a picture of? Kenny and Butters, they just walked down that hall." I pointed off to the left.
Heidi smiled happily. "Thanks- but I need a picture of you guys soon, okay?"
"Yeah, okay whatever." I said, then she happily skipped off down the hall.
"What? How did she know?" Kyle questioned, "Did you blab at the party?"
"Hell no dude! It wasn't me. Butters told everyone." I explained.
"But how did he kn- he was with Kenny in the closet! Oh shit." Kyle groaned.
"Maybe it won't be that bad." I offered, "Maybe we'll get money like Tweek and Craig when they were kids."
Kyle sighed, "if everyone knows, then Cartman definitely knows."
"Are you gonna fight him again?" I asked jokingly.
"Maybe." Kyle's answer was serious, "If he gets annoying enough."
The first bell rang and the halls started to clear out. "I don't want to be late, dude." Kyle said. He glanced around before leaning down and giving me a peck on the cheek.
I felt my face heat up as he left and then I glanced around the nearly empty halls. There was a group of giggling girls that I flipped off before leaving for class.
The rest of the day people kept coming up to me to ask me questions about Kyle. I would always just laugh and then tell them I had to hurry to class. When it was time for math I made a beeline to the classroom and was the first person there. I quickly pulled out my stuff and sat down hoping to avoid talking to anyone else about what a giant fucking faggot I was.
"Hey fag." I turned to see Cartman.
"What do you want, dude?" I asked, annoyed.
"Nothing. I just like to call you a fag." Cartman said snickering. "It's so funny."
"Shut up fatass." Luckily the bell rang soon after. I actually tried to pay attention in math to get my mind off everyone else.
At lunch Kenny wouldn't shut up about Butters, which was annoying as hell. "A few months ago you guys said I wouldn't even be able to get him in bed with me but I got him to ditch last period with me and give me head in the bathroom."
"Which bathroom was it because I never want to go in there ever again." Cartman quipped.
"Don't you think it's bad to lead Butters on like this? I mean, he is Butters." Kyle pointed out. We all glanced over at the table Butters sat at. He was smiling and laughing with Clyde.
Kenny laughed, "In a hundred years, who's going to remember this anyways?" He asked.
"Don't you even feel a little bit bad about it?" Kyle asked. Kenny shook his head in response and Kyle sighed.
"Why are you siding with Butters? He outed you to the whole school." Cartman asked through a mouthful of chips. "If I recall a few months ago you didn't want anyone to know."
"Yeah, but I guess it's different now." Kyle said softly.
"Oh my god, Kyle. So you wouldn't care if I told the whole school that," Cartman raised his voice to a yell, "KYLE BROFLOVSKI IS A HUGE FAG."
Kyle narrowed his eyes. "Shut up Cartman, you fat fuck."
Cartman narrowed his eyes right back at him. "Make me you fucking Jew."
"I swear to god Cartman. You're the most annoying person I've ever met." Kyle was fuming. His face was red and he had a spark in his eyes.
"Guys calm down, don't you remember what happened last time you guys stared to fight?" Kenny asked cautiously.
"Yeah, but this time I'm going to fight back." Cartman snarled and stood up.
"Are you challenging me to a fight?" Kyle asked, he laughed as if he almost didn't believe it. He stood up too and Kenny and I exchanged glances. By now they were attracting quite a large crowd of people. Of course Kyle had beaten Cartman up before, he was usually hitting him with something or trying to strangle him, but Cartman seemed adamant to fight back and Kyle seemed pissed as fuck.
"Hell yeah I am." Cartman slipped off his jacket and walked around the table to Kyle.
I didn't see who threw the first punch because they were behind me, but I'm guessing it was probably Kyle. "Fight, fight, fight." Everyone started chanting.
I quickly hopped over the table, trying to get away from an angry Kyle and Cartman. "Shit dude, should we break the up?" I asked Kenny once I was on the other side. As soon as I asked that the principal appeared and ended the fight himself by dragging Kyle and Cartman off to his office.
The crowd dispersed and Kenny turned to me. "They got a few good punches in before they stopped." He told me.
I just shook my head, "Don't you think they'll eventually hate each other so much they'll just stop being friends?" I asked him.
Kenny shrugged. "If Cartman still talks to us after we stole his kidney he's definitely going to forgive Kyle for giving him a black eye." He laughed, "But seriously though. They'll never stop talking. Eventually they'll both need someone to torment again."
I nodded in agreement, "I guess you're right."
Kenny grinned, "Of course. I'm gonna go smoke, wanna come?"
I shrugged, "Sure why not?"
