His Warmth
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Bebe's living room was so warm and familiar. The group would go to hang out and watch TV when there was nothing else they felt like doing. Kyle could feel his eyes growing heavy, exhausted from an energetic day of skating and messing around. Stan's body was crushed against his, both of them tangled up together in a recliner. Kenny, Wendy, and Bebe were draped across Bebe's living room sofa, eyes focused on the TV.
Stan was rubbing Kyle's shoulder, his own icy blue eyes were closed. Kyle let his head fall onto Stan's chest, a sigh escaping his lips as he let sleep claim his body.
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Wendy looked up as Stan settled down on the couch next to her.
"Kyle fell asleep and took over the recliner." He muttered in way of explanation.
Wendy glanced over to Kyle, who was sound asleep, shirtless, wearing black jeans and heavy black DC skate shoes which were propped on a foot rest. His mouth was slightly open but he made no noise. His hair was messy, sticking out from under a dark beanie.
"Hmm. He certainly took that chair over." She murmured, watching Kyle's sprawled out form.
"Oh, you should see him in bed." Stan added sourly, before realizing what he had said.
Wendy grinned at him and he jabbed her in the ribs. "Yeah, we sleep together." He spit.
"No need to get so defensive... I've even walked in on you two."
"You what?!" He gaped at her. "When?"
She shrugged glancing over at Kyle again. "I don't remember. He looks so warm..."
"Hey, keep your eyes off him." He snarled.
"Chill Stan, I'm not going to steal your skater boy. I have my own boyfriend." Wendy murmured, leaning into Kenny, who put an arm around her, not looking very awake himself. Stan smirked. It was probably a good thing. Kenny could get pretty defensive about Wendy and pretty irritated about her eyeing up other guys.
Bebe was on Kenny's left, eyes glued to the TV, ignoring the conversation. Stan knew she still liked Kyle.
Who didn't?
Stan smiled at his sleeping lover, getting up from the couch to walk over and lean down, placing a loving kiss on Kyle's parted lips. He pressed his fingertips into to Kyle's bare chest, feeling him stir beneath them. Stan struggled to left Kyle's body out of the way without waking him as he slid back into the recliner, suddenly desperate for his boyfriend's warmth.
Kyle's eyes fluttered open for a second, locking in on Stan's. He gave a lazy grin, moving over so Stan could squeeze in next to him. "Glad you came back, fucker." He muttered, nuzzling Stan's neck as Stan kissed his temple.
"Glad to be back." Stan breathed in Kyle's scent, nestling into his warmth, and losing himself in his lover.
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I LIED. This is just as pointless. I'm short on ideas I think. Anyone have any?
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