I don't think my Stan and Kyle are too OOC. I think dork!kyle is way OOC. Dork!kyle bothers me deeply. D;

Okay. So this is 'Drive'. It's all hot and stuff. Or at least it's intended to be so. Give me your honest feedback people.

Note: I noticed that I made a HUGE mistake in the beginning of 'Back Country By Twilight' and I just wanted to note that I didn't mean for the first sentence to be in first person and the rest of the story to be in second. Haha.

Drive

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Stan was cruising at a smooth 60mph, fingers tapping the wheel in time to the Turbonegro song that was blasting from the truck's stereo.

Kyle was sprawled in the passenger seat, one foot up on the dashboard, sunglasses over his eyes, nodding his head to the music.

The road was slanted and curvy as it wound up the mountain, but Stan knew it well so took no pre-cautions. Besides, Kyle always started bitching when he drove at, or below, the speed limit. Driving slowly just wasn't his thing.

Kyle stifled yet another yawn, bored to death by the drive and it's never altering scenery of jagged peaks and green forest.

Wild flowers choked the roadside in clusters, bright and cheery against the dark, grey sky.

This ride needed a pick-me-up. Kyle smirked as he coyly reached his hand over, resting it on Stan's thigh.

The driver looked down at his thigh and then over to his passenger, grinning.

Kyle rubbed his hand up and down, giving Stan's leg a gentle squeeze.

"I'm driving, you stupid prick!" Stan tried to remind him.

"I'm well aware of that, Stanley." Kyle countered, knowing that Stan hated being called by his full name.

He took this as a good moment to brush the front of Stan's jeans.

"Shit. Don't start this, Kyle..." He warned.

Kyle smirked again, but withdrew his hand, returning it to his own body.

A few drops of rain pattered onto the windshield in front of them.

"Fucking rain!" Stan spat, putting his foot down harder on the gas.

The next turn came sharply, making Kyle snort.

"I might as well, seeing how you're going to get us killed here."

He leaned over in his seat and roughly grabbed Stan's crotch.

The truck swerved.

"You're going to have to try harder than that if you want me to drive us into the ditch." Stan challenged the other boy.

"You don't need to ask me twice." Kyle retorted, finding Stan's zipper with his fingertips and edging it down.

Stan braced himself as Kyle's hand found it's way into his jeans, but he was already hardening up from his friend's touch.

Kyle struggled with Stan's boxers, stroking him through the material. The truck began to slow down and Stan tried to brake, but all he could do was toss his head back and groan softly at his boyfriend's expert touch. Kyle knew how to hit him in all the right places.

After a brief struggle, Kyle finally managed to get into Stan's boxers, and, with a naughty grin, managed to bring his companion up to a loud moan.

Stan was arching his back and just giving a gentle thrust into Kyle's hand, when there was a jolting bump, a cracking sound, and the truck came to an abrupt halt.

Kyle, not surprised, noted immediately that they were now in the ditch, among all the wild flowers. The rain began to fall harder, smattering the windows.

He glanced at Stan, who seemed completely unaware of their current situation, shrugged to himself, removed his sunglasses and maneuvered over to Stan, straddling his lap and giving him a hungry kiss.

It defiantly wasn't the first time that his infamous antics had led to some kind of car accident.

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Hooray for 10 minute oneshots!

Sweetfur

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