Chapter 2

Butters gulped and smiled weakly as Cartman was dumped unceremoniously in front of him. He really would get to kiss Eric? If anything he wished it could be in private instead of in front of a bunch of gaggling onlookers.

"Alright, go." Coached Wendy. She readied the stopwatch and giggled mischievously, clearly enjoying this.

Cartman huffed and snatched Butters, pulling him forward by the collar of his shirt. The blonde squeaked in surprise, evidently not ready as he felt a pair of lips being firmly planted on his. Stan, Kyle and Kenny roared with laughter at the look on the boys' faces. Butters looked like had just been given a very rough smack across the face, and the bigger boy looked like he was the one who wanted to give it to him. Butters had just begun to close his eyes to enjoy the kiss when he heard a faint click right by his ear. Cartman, without delay, shoved Butters away from him and took his place once more next to Kenny. He grabbed the bottle and held it in the air, gaining applause from numerous people in the room. Butters had to grin at his showmanship, and daintily scooted back to re-form the circle like nothing had happened. He knew he was blushing like mad, but right now he just didn't care. He'd just scored a pash from the regular old beefcake!

"Right, my turn!" hollered the glorious boy. "Hope all you ladies are ready for some hot luvin'."

All the girls watched with horror as they realised it was, indeed, Cartman's turn. The bottle spun for what seemed like an eternity, before slowing down past Craig…Rebecca…Token…

"Bebe?"

Bebe wailed and covered her mouth with her hands. Having to kiss Timmy had been bad enough, but the fatass as well?
Cartman grinned devilishly and waved his hands in a come-hither motion, as Bebe crawled slowly across the floor to her doom.

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Several rounds had been played by now, and everyone was really getting into the game now that alcohol had been introduced. Memorable moments would include several girl-on-girl kisses (much to the amusement of a certain boy), and Rebecca having to kiss Tweek. They had gone overtime because Tweek's twitching kept breaking the kiss, and Rebecca refused to let go even after the kiss was complete. Kyle looked on resentfully, something Stan couldn't fail to notice. Kyle had never really had a girlfriend, but Rebecca had been his first, he knew. But she had gone AWOL after they shared a kiss and turned into the school slut, making out with every boy in sight. The memory must have been painful for him, because he had never dated since. Stan's heart went out to his friend. Remembering Kyle's earlier comforting; he placed an arm soothingly around his shoulders in a one-armed embrace. Kyle hummed and leaned against him slightly.

"Thanks dude."

Stan just nodded and said nothing, squeezing his shoulder when the bottle stopped on him. Rebecca eyed his mouth hungrily, and Kyle shrugged Stan's arm off of himself, pushing his friend forward.

"Do what you have to do."

"Dude, are you sure? I mean…"

"I'm sure. Do it."

Stan hesitated, before leaning in to catch Rebecca's lips in a chaste kiss. Kyle refused to look, even though Stan made sure that the kiss didn't last for more than 5 seconds. Rebecca complained when it was over, questioning the timekeeper on their competence to time properly.

"Are you SURE it was 5 seconds? It felt like three."

Wendy pursed her lips disapprovingly and confirmed that it had indeed been the full 5 seconds. Stan muttered an apology to Kyle as he retrieved the bottle. Kyle ignored him and drew his knees up to his chest, looking rather upset. Stan knew he had done something wrong, and he thought he'd better have a heart-to-heart with his best friend later. But right now…there was only one thing he could think about.
Wendy giggled cutely and Stan snapped to attention, flashing her a wide smile. This was the second-to-last round of the night, and he intended to make it count.
He excitedly spun the bottle as hard as he could, making it jump before it hit the ground and started to spin wildly. It had completed about five circuits before slowing, slower, slower…It moved agonizingly slow past Bebe and finally onto Wendy. He grinned to himself and locked eyes with her, and his victorious inner voice began screaming inside his head. He had done it! His last chance and he had won! Wendy flushed and looked down at the bottle, before letting out a surprised noise. Stan's smile faltered as he too looked down, stunned. The bottle had continued to drift slowly, landing on the person sitting next to Wendy.

Large green eyes stared at the bottle, shocked beyond movement. Everyone else seemed almost as wowed, because the silence was deafening. It ringed all around the room, and then the whispering started.

"Kyle and Stan?"
"I couldn't do it…my best friend!"
"That's gotta suck."
"I never thought I'd see two gay kisses in one night."

Kyle's eyes slid from the bottle, finally looking up into Stan's disbelieving gaze. The smile had completely vanished now and his mouth was agape slightly. He looked absolutely crestfallen. Kyle? Why Kyle? Anyone, even Catman for god's sakes, but not Kyle. His best friend. Stan wanted to back down, and be a sore loser for the first time in his life. This would be too weird, things would never be the same between them and he didn't want that to happen. The bond he shared with him was too important, and friends like Kyle came around once, maybe twice in a lifetime.

"I-I can't…No, no I won't do it." He said.

His voice rang out like a single, soulless ghost on a clear, silent night, and there were looks exchanged amongst friends. Mumblings of agreement could be heard all around the room; and it seemed most agreed that this was just asking a bit too much. Everyone knew how close the two were, and the strain this would put on their relationship.

"…Can't do it, huh? Figures." Kyle whispered, but nobody heard him.

"Now, wait just a fine fucking minute!" Screamed Cartman, standing up quickly. "When these two don't wanna exchange spit, it's fine and dandy with you all. But when me and Butters have to do it, everything is honky-dory?!"

"But Cartman…" Began Wendy, picking uneasily at the carpet.

"But NOTHING. This is bullshit."

"Mmmph mph MMM MMMMPH!"

"I don't give a rats ass if they're best friends, Kenneh! RESPECT MAH AUTHORATAH AND KISS, GODDAMMIT!" The behemoth was getting livid now, going red in the face, and you could practically see the steam spouting from his ears. Kyle shifted his weight and moved his legs so that they were underneath him, and took a long, deep breath.

"I'll do it."

"WHAT!" Spluttered Stan, whipping his head around to look at Kyle.

"You heard me. Fatass is never going to shuttup if we don't."

Stan's arms went limp, he was completely at a loss. He knew Kyle was right, but still…Why would Kyle care what Cartman thought of them?
Wendy touched Kyle's arm gently, trying to coax him out of it.
"You…you don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know."

Kyle moved his arm away. "Everyone else has had to, why should him and I be an exception?" He replied, defiantly. He deftly reached to the side, his fingers finding the neck of his full bottle of bourbon. He downed the whole thing in one go and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, finally turning to bravely face his friend. Stan jumped and followed suit, swiftly sculling the rest of his own drink. Anything was welcome to numb the feeling of what they were about to do.

Everyone watched with baited breath, and Cartman let forth a satisfied "Humph" before sitting next to a glaring Kenny. Even he, who so often went along with his friend's plans, thought this one was a bit out of line.