Suck My Balls Kyle

Kyle's POV

Kyle stood up and walked into the next classroom, his hand twitching some. His thoughts had been focused on the fat ass for the entire class period. This was getting too out of hand… he couldn't even focus in class anymore. Something needs to be done about it.

'Kyle..?" he heard someone call out. He turned around and saw Stan standing there, a little sheepish.

"Yeah, what do you want?" he snapped.

"I wanted to apologize. If you want to tell me something, you can tell me when you're ready," Stan said with an apologetic tone.

"Thanks for getting that through your head." Kyle smiled. "You should really learn to stop trying to force yourself into my only secret."

"Well, you're my super-mega-best friend. I hate that you are hiding stuff from me. I've let you completely into my life," Stan said.

"Have you told me everything?" Kyle asked.

"Y-yeah, well mostly. I mean, I've told you everything that's important."

"Well, importance can vary between people. You should just tell me you're secrets."

"Don't put this on me! Yours is obviously affecting you! I need you to tell me. I can't stand to see you in pain. I really miss being close, and this is tearing us apart. Please, just tell me, Kyle," Stan begged. Kyle bit his lip and wondered about how he could tell Stan without it affecting their friendship. He didn't want to anger Stan by not telling him, but he really just wanted to tell someone. It was so hard for him to continue to keep it to himself, but he couldn't deal with telling anyone about him insane crush on the fat ass.

Speak of the devil. Cartman rounded the corner with that damn smirk on his face. "Look, Stan, I'll tell you when we hang out tonight, okay?" Kyle muttered as Cartman came over. "Leave it be." Cartman came over and pushed Kyle away from Stan so that they Kyle was up against a locker and Cartman had his hand pushed up against the locker.

"Cartman what the fuck are you doing?" Kyle asked. He was freaking out form how sexual this position was.

"Meet me outside of my house after school. Don't be late, got it?" Cartman sneered. Kyle nodded and looked into to fat asses eyes, loving them. Their eyes stayed locked for a moment, but Cartman quickly pulled back and walked off, leaving the Jew stunned.

Cartman's POV

That damn Jew was always, always, always talking to his stupid friend. It pissed off Cartman. It rubbed him in such a wrong way. He took a deep breath and walked over to the Jew and pushed him against the locker. His eyes scanned Kyle's body, very happy with the view.

"Cartman what the fuck are you doing?" Kyle asked.

"Meet me outside of my house after school. Don't be late, got it?" Cartman sneered. He loved staring into Kyle's bright green eyes. He looked into them for a few moments, but then stormed off and walked away coolly. He smirked at the fact that he was going to finally get Kyle to suck his balls. This way had to work.

He was going to admit to Kyle that he loved him, and if Kyle didn't love him back, he was going to make Kyle fall for him. It was the perfect plan, because who wouldn't love him? It made him shiver with joy. He would be his deceitful self and just win the boy's heart over. He knew he could do it.

Cartman strutted out of the school building, needing to get his house ready for Kyle to come over so he can win the Jew's heart.

Kyle's POV

Kyle was freaking out. His hands were shaking, he was twitching, and his heart was beating ten times faster. Cartman told him to go to his house. He was going to Cartman's house.

He was going to Cartman's house.

Stan and he were sitting in free period together. There was this period, which was almost over, and then the last period of the day before he could go. He felt someone starting at him so he turned towards where he felt it.

Stan was staring at him and giving him a weird look that Kyle couldn't quite understand. "What do you want, Stan?"

"What's going on between you and fat ass?"

"Oh, I don't know. There's something wrong with him."

"But you seemed so happy when he pushed you up against the locker!"

"Um, I wasn't. I just…"

"No, you were obviously happy."

"Stan, just shut up!"

"No, just tell me what's going on! You have been hiding stuff from me for too long! We are super-mega-best friends. Fucking tell me."

"Stan, please. Just leave me be."

"Dude, you just told me to leave you alone. What kind of best friend does that?"

"It's just… I can't deal with this. Please… don't try and stop me from this. I have to."

"Um, Kyle, what are you talking about?"

Kyle stayed quiet for a moment and went over what he just said, realizing it sounded quite suicidal. "No, no, you idiot! I'm not going to kill myself."

"Then why did you say that!"

"Because! There is something I have to do. Something for me that will help me fix my problems."

"Fine. I just don't see why you won't tell me!"

"Well, didn't you say you weren't going to push anymore!"

"Well, there is obviously something wrong with you! I'm not going to sit back and let you kill yourself!"

"I'm not going to kill myself."

"Please… just tell me what's going on."

"Fine. Fine! FINE, STAN, FINE! I'll fucking tell you what's going. You wanna know what's wrong with me? You really wanna know!"

"…Yes…"

"I'm gay."

Stan was quiet for a moment. He stared at Kyle and then looked away.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to handle it. Just, leave me alone, Stan."

"No, Kyle, don't be like that. Please, don't leave me again. You always leave and shut down. Not this time. I need you as my friend. You can't leave me again."

"Stan, what are you talking about?"

"You leave me all the time. Well, I guess I leave you too, but dammit, Kyle. I don't care that you're gay. It doesn't matter. I could care less. You're my best friend. Okay?"

Kyle smiled, but all he could think about was all the struggles their relationship had been under. It made him feel like shit. He never realized how shitty their friendship was. How bi-polar it was. They could never just be friends without something screwing it up. And he needed their relationship to be stable.

"Stan… why can't we just be friends? Why are we always fighting and are friendship ending? Why does it seem like there is always something getting in the way of our friendship?" he asked. His voice cracked and there were tears forming in his eyes.

"Kyle…" Stan started, "I don't know. But I swear, this time I won't let our friendship die. I love you, bro. You're my best friend. And I need you here with me. Y'know? Dude, this isn't going to ruin our friendship. The only thing that could do that is if you where in love with Cartman!" Stan laughed. Kyle nervously laughed, somewhat scared.

If only Stan knew…

A.N. This chapter is done. Is it any good? Whatever. I was going to have the meeting in this chapter, but this felt like a good way to end it. The next chapter will be the two's meeting. It will be… something special. :D

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