StanxKyle
Kyle pushed open Stan's door, given access by Stan's mother. He froze at the sight. Stan was busy... touching himself. Kyle felt his face heat up.
"Stan?" He choked out as his super best friend jolted, white now covering his palm. Wide eyes looked at him, shame flushing his face. "Eh! I, um... I didn't really see anything." Kyle moved over to his friend, handing him the box of tissues from the side. Kyle sat beside Stan on the bed. "Who were you thinking off?" Stan's face darkened and Kyle stilled, wondering why he'd even felt the urge to ask. "Wendy?" Stan sighed.
"No."
"But she's your girlfriend?" Stan shifted beside him and Kyle looked down at his hands. Why couldn't he just leave this subject alone? "Then who?" He asked. Stan coughed.
"You." Kyle froze.
"Huh?" Stan moved closer.
"I like you." Kyle felt himself begin to shake as Stan pulled him in, kissing him briefly. "Sorry." His friend hung his head. Kyle flushed, tugging Stan's sleeve.
"You don't need to apologize." He mumbled and Stan looked at him, eyes wide. "I kind of like you too." His friend grinned.
"That's good." Stan leant in and Kyle kissed him shyly.
"What about Wendy?" He asked and Stan hummed.
"I'll break up with her tomorrow."