CHAPTER TWO:3 For those of you who didn't see my deviantART journal, this has now become more than a oneshot with two parts. I'll be adding to this as often as I can. This chapter may not be as long as I wanted it to be, but I need to stop and think of what I want to do next with this... I don't know how long this whole story will last, but it may very well go on for awhile.

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Their sex was that of a teenage boy's, rough, sweaty, pure, simple, yet passionate. It was a mix of aggression and love, one that neither boy could really comprehend. Their sex was rough and hot with the smell of their bodies, entangled and slick with perspiration, as if they had just won a football game, faces dirtied, but shining, pumped with testosterone. Stan had always found Kyle irresistibly hot. Even a simple smile from him could send Stan's heart pounding like a stallion's tremendous hooves. His messed, rusty-reddish-brown hair would turn up a little at the ends, alluring eyes, one a deep green and the other a bright yellow, a sharp, breathtaking grin, teeth more perfect than a crocodile's, and his brawny body, all in the same package. Anything Kyle did could start Stan panting like a dog, although he'd never admit that. Stan was always fighting to be the dominant one, asserting himself over Kyle, even though Kyle put up a hell of a fight. And often won. He didn't like to admit it, but his boyfriend had total control over him. The brawl for dominance became an aggressive, animal-like struggle in their sex, becoming a heated game. Whoever could get on top and last the longest without losing control was the king. Stan had tricked Kyle once, stashing a short piece of rope under a pillow, and, when he had his boyfriend pinned down, whipping out the rope and tying Kyle's wrists behind his back. Kyle had thrashed about, straining at his restraint, but finally gave into Stan's soft, wandering mouth with a shuddering sigh.

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Stan's heart was now pounding in anticipation as the group neared Devil's Gate. Kyle's eyes would lock on his for a spilt second, practically gleaming. He would feel a tickling tingle in the deep pit of his stomach, an irresistible feeling buzzing in his head.In his mind, his hands were already on Kyle's gorgeous body, rubbing, caressing. His eyes half closed, nibbling his neck and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

They took a few runs, Stan, Kyle and Kenny showing off to the cheers of the group, going off high jumps, performing their well-mastered tricks. After their fourth time down, Stan couldn't concentrate anymore. The way Kyle's adorable hair was turning up at the ends was driving him crazy.

Stan sauntered up to his friend, brushing shoulders casually. The rest of the group had started to descend the mountain again, and this was their chance. The two boys eagerly stumbled over each other, falling between two boulders a few yards away. Kyle fell onto Stan, wrapping his arms around Stan's thick neck. Stan moaned huskily, sinking into to Kyle's lips. One of Kyle's canines sliced against his tongue, and he tasted blood, but didn't pause, pushing the other boy against the rock as hard as he could. Kyle gave a grunt as his head pounded in pain, but he didn't leave Stan's warm lips. He gripped Stan's shoulders roughly, dominating their kiss and angling Stan's head. Stan didn't resist at first, but let his friend take the reins, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together. After a second more of aggressive kissing, Stan pressed his growing erection into Kyle's leg, urging him to hurry. Kyle took the Element hat off Stan's head, stroking his hair. Stan ran his tongue down Kyle's neck, beginning to unzip his coat. His heart raced, feeling how aroused his boyfriend was, and he stroked the front of Kyle's pants, making him quaver in longing.

Kyle hurriedly unzipped Stan's coat, pulling it down from his shoulders, and sliding off his shirt, warming his hands on his lover's flesh. A bitter wind whistled around the boulders, causing Stan to shiver. Kyle ignored this, already driven too far to reverse. The cold bit at Stan's bare skin and numbed his heaving chest. His breath collected in the air as Kyle's tongue traced it's way over his bare shoulders and down his chest, gracing each nipple with his lips and then using light, almost painful bites to tease the sensitive flesh, as his hands made their way down, stroking Stan's washboard abs with his fingertips. Stan moaned, backing Kyle up against the rock and struggling to keep him there. Kyle wrapped his strong arms around Stan's shoulders, giving him an aggressive kiss. The ebony-haired boy smiled into Kyle's lips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his companion's pants. Kyle's lips moved to his ear, nibbling gently. Stan's body shook in pleasure, his hand slipping into Kyle's boxers and grasping him. Stan blushed slightly, even though he had done this many times. Kyle encouraged him with a soft groan, thrusting into his hand. Stan kissed him, moving his tongue along his teeth.

A distant shout drew them from each other, making them freeze. Snow had started to come down heavily, the wind whipping around the face of the rock with force.

"Fuck." Kyle murmured, straightening out his rumpled clothes and zipping his jacket. Stan suddenly realized how painful the cold was on his bare chest, and hurried to find his now damp shirt, and throw it over his head. Kyle grabbed Stan's coat and pressed it into his arms, then located the discarded Oakley snow goggles and Element hat, tossing them to his friend.

They could hardly see through the now heavy drape of snow, but stumbled out of their crevice. A figure was calling and approaching them quickly, waving it's arms. Both boy's recognized their friend's voice.

"Kenny!" Stan grabbed the blond boy's arm, stopping him. "Where is everyone else?"

"Waiting in the cars. This is going to be a huge storm, we have to get the fuck out of here!" Kenny shouted over the scream of wind.

Stan and Kyle dug their boards out of the snow, running behind Kenny, back to where they had left their cars.

"Everyone thinks that you two went on to some more difficult slopes." Kenny informed them before they reached the two parked cars. They threw their boards in the back of Stan's SUV with the other's. Kyle hopped in with the boards, leaning over the backseat. Stan slammed the back shut and ran around to the front, clambering into the driver's seat. He revved the engine and turned on the heat, apologizing to the boys who had been waiting.

The door to Kenny's pickup truck slammed shut and the headlights flashed on. Stan could see that Tweek sat next to Kenny in the passenger seat of the cab, and several of the guys were in the back, slowly being blanketed with snow, but laughing. Stan realized that his own car was full, wondering how they had all managed to get up here in the first place.

Kenny's tires squealed with a start, crunching over the fresh snow, heading back towards the small road. Stan hit the gas, following in his tracks.

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The storm became harsher and soon the back of Kenny's pickup was piled with snow. The guys sitting back there had buried themselves in it to retain their body heat.

It took two and a half hours to get down the mountain, Taking Back Sunday was blaring in the SUV, everyone arguing about various things and roughhousing.

Stan struggled to follow Kenny's taillights, even though the truck was only ten feet away. Snow and wind pelted against the vehicle, the world a thrashing blur of white. Stan fumbled for his phone on the dashboard, turning to Clyde who was next to him, in the passenger seat. He was engrossed in an old Playboy issue, so Stan tossed the phone into the back.

"Somebody call Kenny and tell him he's driving way too fucking fast. I keep losing him."

There was a roar in the back as everyone fought for the cell phone.

Nate, a scruffy haired, green eyed boy came out victorious, snatching the phone and punching in Kenny's number.

"You probably can't see him because the lights are on inside this car..." Clyde mumbled from behind his magazine. Stan glanced at him.

"Yeah, but we need to be able to see in here. I wouldn't trust any of you in the dark."

Clyde smirked, his eyes still on the magazine, nodding his head.

The phone was tossed back into Stan's lap.

"Kenny says he's stopped to wait for you." Nate informed him.

"Shit. I hope we didn't veer off the road or something." Stan groaned, straining to see through the dense curtain of white.

Kenny's taillights eventually appeared through the white, only a few feet ahead of them.

"Sucks to be the guys in the truck bed." he laughed as one of them flipped him off, grinning.

"Stan, you got that portable DVD player up there?" Kyle called from the back. Stan nodded, reaching over to the glove compartment and producing the DVD player along with a CD case containing various DVDs of Viva La Bam, Jackass, and Family Guy episodes. He handed them back to the other guys, who immediately started rifling through the CD case, arguing over what to watch.

"God, this is taking for-fucking-ever." Stan complained, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. They were inching along at less than five miles an hour.

Next to him, Clyde nodded, tossing the Playboy to the floor. "What other runs did you and Kyle go on?"

Stan turned the music off, and looked at him, running a hand through his black hair. "Oh, we went around to that rocky place a little south of Devil's Gate."

Clyde whistled, impressed. "I can hardly get down to that place, let alone attempt those rocks."

Stan nodded, mildly empathetic. "It's a rough place."

The first chords of Viva La Bam's theme music came from the backseat as the SUV slowly crawled down the mountain, snow pelting the windows.

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Football was more than just a game. In South Park it was a lifestyle. The small mountain town's highschool team was the highest ranked in the state, drawing huge crowds to their games. Their coach was tough, making sure that his team knew that losing, wasn't an option. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Craig were the team's strongest players, each game resting on their shoulders. Struggling to balance their intense football practices, school work, and snow boarding was a difficult task, but they managed to just barely get by. Their muscles constantly ached from the exertion, dirt permanently graced their cheeks, and they might always smell of board wax, but it was worth it. Every game won for the football team, every victory for their snow boarding team, made it worth it. Of course their were other complications too. Soccer and hockey to name a few, but those were just for fun. Football was what they slaved over, hours and hours of practice, until it hurt to walk and their hair was plastered to their foreheads with sweat. The talented snow board team came next, spending every entire Sunday practicing, dusk till dawn, competing against other teams every month. Saturdays were their only days without any kind of practice. That was the day that they got to rest, waiting for the vicious cycle to start over again. The South Park Bull's defiantly had something to prove.

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By the time they made it back into town, they'd gone through almost the entire 3rd season of Viva La Bam. Stan was starting to get a little more than irritated with his position as driver, and was starting to regret giving his friends the DVD player. He must of heard "The King of Rock 'N' Roll" a thousand times now. There was a deafening cheer when the sign stating 'Welcome to the town of South Park: Home of the South Park Bulls.' was illuminated by the headlights. Clyde, who had fallen asleep, was jolted awake, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. Stan yawned, shaking his hair out of his eyes and the sleep out of his head.

"Who's parents do you think are freaking out the most right now?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Kyle's parents being so overly protective.

"Kyle's. For sure." Nate yelled out. "They're probably freaking out, thinking that he took candy from a stranger or was lured into some creep's van!"

Kyle wrapped his arm tightly around Nate's neck from behind, leaning over the back seat, causing him to gag.

Stan smirked. "I'll make sure Kyle gets home first, then."

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