Stan waited impatiently in Kyle's room till Kyle came home from his student council meeting. He was the treasurer and Cartman always ragged on him for it. God, did Student Council always take this long? He looked down at his sports watch, three thirty. Ok, so maybe he was exaggerating.

He laid down on Kyle's bed where they had slept so many nights when they were little, until their parents told them it was uncool to sleep in the same bed, that they were twelve and Stan had to sleep on the floor. They didn't understand why at the time, but Kyle, being the friend that he was, would switch out and sleep on the floor every other night, which was how it was until this day. Stan smiled at the memory.

"What's got you so happy? Wendy give you a blow job before you came here?" He heard a cold voice ask on his left. He turned his head and looked at Kyle sarcastically. "Yah, right here on your bed, too. You just missed her leaving. No dude! I was thinking about when we were kids. Christ." He sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the twin bed so his friend could sit down next to him.

Kyle was a just a couple of inches taller than he was, but Stan had always admired that. Kyle sat down and Stan looked slightly up into the Jew's uncomfortable face. "So shoot. Why are you being an ass?"

There were a few moments of awkward silence while the boys looked around the room for the trillionth time in their lives.

"I can't believe you don't know man…" was all Kyle said after a short time.

"What the fuck are you talking about Kye?"

The pet name sent Kyle off the edge. "Why did you do it? I thought…..I thought you were gonna wait on me! I thought we were gonna do it at the same time, at some party or something!" The green eyed teen looked hurt and strangely vulnerable at the moment and it made Stan's eyes soften as he smiled.

"I love you man, but you don't even look at girls. I mean, have you even been kissed yet? I mean in high school, not Bebe in the old club house…" he cut Kyle off before e could say it. "You are so into your studies and books to even notice she really likes you…still."

Kyle looked like his mother had just beaten him verbally again. "I just don't think about girls…they just seem like a waste of time. Really Stan, what good are they ever gonna do us?"

Stan smiled, "Well I can tell you one thing they are good for!" They both laughed out loud. Things were back to normal. They finally settled down into a quiet chuckle.

"Remember that time you turned goth when Wendy dumped you for Tolken?" Kyle pondered in mid chuckle. "Don't remind me!" Stan retorted, and they both laughed again until Stan thought more on it. "You know, you tried your best to cheer me up. Always did the best friend thing even when I turned my back on you so many times…" This philosophical turn caused them to be quiet again for a moment, "Thanks man…"

Kyle smiled, "Hey don't worry about it; I'm used to it. I am Jewish…" he stopped when they both looked up at each other at the same time, nearly brushing noses. He hadn't realized he had sat so close to Stan, had he? He blushed fiercely but couldn't find it in him to move away.

His friend's bright cobalt eyes were soft and smiling and he blushed deeply before he broke their gaze and looked down at the now fascinating carpet. "So back to the problem…we still need to get you your first kiss…first real kiss," Stan grinned after side glancing his friend's mouth open defensively then close again. He grinned again, "How bout Ms. Garrison!"

Kyle's face distorted with disgust. "Ewe, sick dude! If I had to kiss a man at least let it be….." he stopped himself at the comment he was about to spew forth, glad he stopped in time, or so he thought. Stan's eyes were alight with mischief.

"Dude, you've thought about it? Tell me, who?"

Kyle tried to hide his blush with stubbornness, "No way, you owe me. You would have to say who you would kiss first!"

"Give me a second, I haven't even thought about it," Stan lied. He had always known who it would be. He pretended to think for a moment then said, "Kenny I guess…" It was the second lie in like five seconds he made to his best friend, who, he thought he could add, looked a little disappointed.

"Uh, me….me too…" Kyle lied back for a second but couldn't hold it in, "Oh come on, Kenny?"

Stan smiled widely, "Oh yah, I'd tap that!" They both laughed at that until Stan settled down again. "Jesus, dude, you know it would be you!" he finally announced, making them both blush simultaneously.

Another uncomfortable silence commenced.

"Me too…It would be you Stan…" Kyle whispered.

Silence.

"So let's try dude…" Stan said a little too matter-of-factly for Kyle. "Are you nuts?! What if my mom came in?! What if someone saw from the window?! What if…"

"I notice you don't put in 'What if I don't want to' Kye," Stan grinned devilishly, "Anyway, it doesn't make us gay, its just a fucking experiment, pussy…unless you want more?"

Kyle's face crinkled up, "No way, I'm not a fag. Fine, let's just get it over with…" he added a bit nervously and licked his suddenly dry lips.

Stan looked at his friend and noticed how cute he was when he was nervous. He brought his hand up to the other teen's head and played with a curl for a minute until he had the balls to look him in the eye. Kyle's eyes were sparkling green with panic. "Don't worry dude, it won't take but a second, relax…"