Warning: sexual situation
The day had finally come. It had arrived on a Thursday night. The whole reason he had begun his sessions had arrived and Stan couldn't be more nervous.
"Stan, you need to calm your tits," Cartman advised nastily. He was leaning back in a fold up chair, snacking away on a bag of Cheesy Poofs. The orange dust was leaving a trail on his costume, but he paid it no attention.
"Shut up," Stan growled. He was pacing back and forth the small dressing room. His hands tugged at his disheveled black hair. How could he be so stupid? Who was he fooling? He couldn't control his powers. It was inevitable he'd do something to ruin everything. "What if I cause the set to collapse again or set someone on fire or what if I hurt the audience?"
"Jesus Christ," Cartman whined, hopping up. "I'm going."
He left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Stan continued to pace muttering frantically to himself. "Focus, control emotions, what if I forget my lines, pacis det mihi, what if I make someone levitate, parere, focus focus, oh god!"
"Stan?" Stan spun around to see Kyle, Bebe, Kenny and Craig all entering the small room. They were smiling happily until they saw his distraught face.
"What's up?" Kyle asked.
"I can't do this," he cried. "I can't."
"Stan, everyone's nervous before going on stage in front of people," Kyle said calmly, clapping his hand on his friend's back. "But you've been doing so well at rehearsals, just pretend it's another one."
"Besides, I doubt your transcript will be based on acting skills. Isn't the whole reason for this," Craig said gesturing to Stan's awfully frilly costume. "to make it look like you did more than just football?"
"Yeah, and you've already gotten accepted so you could go out there and just fart the whole time," Kenny joked.
"I'm not afraid of acting in front of people," Stan said as he gritted his teeth. "I—I-"
"What is it dude?" Kyle pressed gently.
"What if I hurt someone? I'm having trouble remembering Damien's lessons. It's like they just got erased and all I can see is fire and people screaming and I just can't," Stan faltered helplessly.
"Oh Stan," Bebe cried and threw herself over him, hugging him tight.
The group stood there for a moment in reflection. No one sure what advice they could offer Stan. They couldn't assure him nothing would happen.
"Think of it like a test," Kyle suggested after awhile and the group raised their brows at him. "You've been training for months now, but have you really ever had to use it without Damien there to walk you through?"
Stan shook his head. "But that's still not going to help! People still fail tests, Kyle. It's not just about getting through this without causing problems. I need to control this disease and perform my best. I don't know if I can do both! Some of the people in this play actually care about how they perform. Did you know Annie actually wants to be an actress?"
"And she won't be cast in some big movie because of a high school play in South Park," Craig retorted lowly. "Come on, Stan. No one cares about this play as much as you do."
"Yeah, it's fucking Romeo + Juliet, people are bored of that story," Bebe added cheerfully.
Stan sighed, slumping down in a nearby chair. He pressed his face into the palm of his hands, the worries still flooding his mind. It was like every reassurance and advice his friends were giving him was being tossed away and only the anxiety was allowed a place .
Suddenly, one of his hands was ripped from him and he was pulled up. "Come on," Craig urged.
"What?" he asked.
"Just follow me," Craig said. "You three stay here."
He followed Craig through the backstage, past the other actors reciting their lines, past the crew setting up last minute details, and past Mackey cursing and yelling. They reached the large exit door.
"Craig... what?"
Ignoring him, Craig pushed the large door open and pulled Stan outside. Just as the door was about to close, they could hear someone call 30 minutes to show.
"Whatever you're doing, I don't have time for," Stan snapped, but continued to let Craig drag him along the school ground.
They came to a small grove outside school boundaries. Stan looked around at the trees surrounding them, leafless and swaying in the gentle wind, and frowned. Was this Craig's way of trying to get him some inner peace or some shit?
"Okay, we're shouldn't get in trouble if we get caught here," Craig finally spoke and turned to face Stan who looked a mixture of confused and annoyed. Grabbing Stan by the shoulder, he spun him around and slammed him against a tree.
"Hey fuck you!" Stan yelled but anymore cursing was ceased with lips and tongue finding their way past his own. Taken aback briefly, he let himself relax in Craig's hold. He was getting in the sync of his movements, kissing him back when the taller man pulled back. Craig gave him a sultry smile, a rare look for him, and unexpectedly dropped to his knees.
Stan's eyes widened, Craig's intentions becoming clear. "Cr-Craig?" he spluttered as fingers gripped around the elastic band of his costume and pulled down.
He wrapped his hand around Stan's dick and began to pump firmly. His wrist twisting near the head, thumb swirling at the tip. It didn't take long for his cock to become semi-hard. Looking up and locking eyes with him, Craig engulfed Stan's cock.
He bobbed his head, his tongue dragging along the underside of the shaft. He kept his eyes on Stan's face, who was watching him with a mix of love and greed. It was rare Craig did this for him. Normally bitching about how it made his jaw hurt and when he did, it was with minimal effort, but this was something different. It was magnificent.
The wet muscle circled around the top of his dick and Stan found himself involuntarily jerking his hips into Craig's mouth. Craig smiled with the cock in his mouth. His jaw ached and his knees were in a uncomfortable position but seeing Stan lose himself above him through his own work was a thrill.
He popped off briefly, spitting into his palm and pumping Stan a few more strokes. "How does it feel?" he purred nasally.
"G-g-good," Stan whined and Craig chuckled taking Stan back into his mouth. He continued to lick, suck, and stroke. He was enjoying this moment as much as Stan and briefly wondered if he could forgo birthday presents in replacement of blowjobs.
Taking his free hand, he cupped Stan's balls and rolled them. Stan gasped in surprise and before Craig had a chance to look up to see his face, a warm, slightly unpleasant liquid hit the back of his throat. He fell back and Stan's release landed on his face.
Panting heavily, Stan laughed seeing Craig's eyes and mouth blocked by a trail of semen. "Shit," he smiled, looking around the surrounding area for something to help Craig wipe the mess off.
Trying his best not to say something and allow the warm liquid to seep into his mouth, he stood up and pulled off his favorite blue chula hat, using it to wipe the mess off his face.
"You owe me a new one," he stated and threw it at Stan who dropped it, disgusted but laughed. "So how do you feel?"
Smiling like he hadn't in months, his body slumped against Craig. He pressed his face into his raggedy old Red Racer shirt and sighed happily. The worries were finally muted. His mind felt blank, at ease and at peace, his body relaxed. All he cared about was the arms around him and the smell of greasy fast food mingled with cucumber body wash.
"Ready to go back?" Craig asked. Stan nodded and together they made their way back to the school.
Stan beamed under the bright stage lights as he took another bow. He glanced over at his fellow cast members all smiling back at him and the crowd. He had done it. The play had been a success. Even Mr. Mackey could be seen wiping a proud tear from the corner of his eye.
He couldn't remember Damien's lessons. All he could think of was Craig and that incredible blowjob he had given him only hours prior to taking the stage. It had been exactly what he needed to keep his powers at bay and to bring his absolute best performance. All his inhibitions put on pause through pleasure. How could anyone worry when the world was such a wonderful place?
He took one more final bow and was led away by Annie. They got backstage and she gave him a hug and quick congratulations before running off to find Clyde.
"You were wonderful!" Bebe exclaimed running over to hug him as well. Kyle and Craig following close behind.
"Whatever Craig said to you alone must've worked," Kyle said. "Congrats dude."
Bebe gave Stan a knowing smile but said nothing.
"We're all going to Shakey's to celebrate. Damien will be there," Kenny announced from across the backstage. "You three coming?"
Taking Craig's hand, and slinging his arm around Kyle's shoulder who's hand was locked with Bebe's, the four left the school, animatedly chatting about their upcoming adventures and what life had in store.
It was a different tone that what he was used to. Normally Shakey's was filled with obnoxious boasting and people thumping him on the back to congratulate on a pass, a touchdown, or catch. This time, he wasn't the center of attention. He could sit there, relaxed against Craig and laugh along to Kenny's crude jokes, discuss random topics with Clyde and Annie, and listen to Kyle ramble on about college.
"Thanks," Stan said to the Anti-Christ seated across from him.
The demon slowly tongued over his fangs watching Stan with great interest before finally conceding to a short and sharp "you're welcome."
"Here, my treat," Kenny said, arriving at the front of the table and passing the group fries, drinks, and pizza.
"Kenny," Kyle began frowning
"While I'd like to congratulate the cast for their amazing performance," Kenny spoke and there was a small applause "and Stan for not blowing up anyone—"
"Thanks Ken," Stan grumbled before chuckling along with the rest.
"And Kyle and Bebe who about to start their lives together in California," he winked at the redhead who blushed. The ring Damien had brought him now seemed to burn in his pocket. "I have my own announcement to make. I've officially been made shop owner once I graduate high school. I'll now have plenty of money to visit all of you fucking assholes and very soon enough to pay for Karen's entire college."
He made a grand bow and fell into the seat next to Damien, a round of congratulations flooding him.
"That's amazing, dude," Stan said. "You've earned it with all those hours spent there."
"Good job, man," Craig added.
"Thanks," Kenny said happily and turned to Damien. "Isn't it wonderful, Damien?"
"Yes, good for you," he drawled.
"Aren't you so happy for me, Damien?" he teased, stealing a sip from the demon's drink. "I was thinking about getting a place closer to work. Whadda you say Damien, wanna live with me? Huh Damien?" he taunted and Damien stared at him in horror.
"Tim Curry," Kenny purred.
Stan and Craig looked at the blonde confused, but Damien leapt to his feet. "We have to go," he declared.
Laughing and giving the pair across from him a wink, Kenny followed Damien out of the restaurant. Craig made a noise of disgust as Stan just laughed.
It was déjà vu but once again he was happy with the world. The chatter and laughter around him played like a favorite song on constant loop. He rested his head back on Craig's shoulders, watching Kyle and Bebe excitedly discuss their plans for California. Kyle caught his eye and Stan gave his friend a reassuring smile.
As Kyle moved away from Bebe to get down on one knee and the crowd gasped in surprise, he decided there was no place he'd rather be.
A/N: All Stan needed was a blowjob from Craig because remember a blowjob isn't with your mouth, it's with your heart.