Mean Tricks

I felt like writing something that was totally stupid and pointless today:D

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Kenny hit the ground with a sickening thud, the wet mud sucking at his bare chest. His bike landed in a tangle of metal next to him. He swore, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing back at the jump we had just wiped out from. His golden blond hair was now choked with mud. A sharp pain suddenly bolted through his body as Kyle slammed into him from above, knocking his breath out. Kenny wheezed as Kyle let out a husky chuckle.

"Fucking dick..." Kenny managed to snort, as Kyle rolled off of him. Kenny pulled himself up, checking for injuries and finding none. He rubbed the tattoo of torn and frayed angel wings on his shoulder blades before kicking Kyle in the gut, leaving him doubled up and coughing.

Stan eyed this from above, gripping the handle bars of his own BMX bike. He grinned. Kyle looked kinda hot covered in mud. When Kyle finally staggered up, he mounted his ATV again, trying to shake the mud from his hair, wiping it out of his eyes. He revved the engine, turning it in a tight circle, spraying muck everywhere. Kenny received a splatter of it in the face and turned to swear after Kyle who was now far ahead, jumping off another grassy knoll.

Kyle fell off the ATV, rolling to the right, laying still. The ATV kept going until it finally slowed to a stop, unable to proceed without a foot on it's gas petal. Stan's heart leapt into his mouth. He dropped his bike and ran, faster than he ever had, he and Kyle's relationship flashed before his eyes, which were already blurred with hot tears.

The fall hadn't looked serious, but why the hell had Kyle not gotten up?! Kenny raced after him, but was soon left in the dust as Stan stumbled towards the love of his life. When he reached Kyle he clutched his heart, it felt as if someone had drilled a nail through it.

"Kyle!" He sobbed, watching his lover's quiet body. He look so beautiful. Stan threw himself over Kyle, crying in vain. It was all happening too fast. This couldn't be real. He pounded at Kyle's chest, tears dripping down his face, eyes squeezed closed.

Kyle...

He leaned in and pressed his trembling lips to Kyle's soft, warm ones. His tears fell over Kyle's face as he continued to press their lips together. Stan felt Kyle's lips form into a soft smile. He pulled away in surprise to see Kyle's wickedly bi-colored eyes were open, sparkling. An amused grin was curled on his lips.

"YOU FUCKING PRICK!" Stan roared, swinging his fist into Kyle's jaw. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!"

Tears began to pour down his cheeks again and he gave a sniffle before leaning down and scooping up Kyle's body, pressing it to his chest. "Thank oh, thank GOD you're okay." He was sobbing again now. Kyle looked at Stan in alarm, wiping his tears away and kissing his nose. He hadn't expected that Stan would actually think he was hurt or something.

Kenny came up on the scene, surveying the crying Stan, kneeling over Kyle and cradling him in his arms, Kyle looking rather bewildered.

"Dude..." Kyle muttered, stroking Stan's velvet-black hair.

Kenny shrugged at him. He'd never seen Stan have a reaction like this before either. Stan should have known that this kind of prank was just in Kyle's nature.

Kyle never played nice jokes on people.

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What the hell was that? I just felt like writing something, and this is what popped out.

Eh, review if you want, I'll write something with more of a purpose tomorrow or sometime this weekend.

Sweetfur