Disclaimer: Hold on lemme check….Nope! Still don't own South Park.

FINALLY rated M for a lemon scene boyxboy I didn't forget what you all came for. Sadly not full on smut but bear with me it comes soon…..also for profanity, drug use, and underage drinking (but no driving)

Chapter Three

Let's Party

Stan awoke to a mess of fiery red curls tickling his nostril. He noticed his and Kyle's sleeping arrangements. Smiling at the absurd way Kyle laid across him all sprawled out. Stan laughed deeply his voice still groggy from his nap. He grabbed his phone checking the time and saw the party had already started a half an hour ago. He also saw he had a few text from Kenny.

'Wer r u?'- Kenny

'Partay started and they just pulled out a keg, dude'- Kenny

'Ur missing it some of the cheerleaders are shirtless right now!'-Kenny

'So me and a few of the shirtless girl had did the do a minute ago…'- Kenny

"Kyle, get up we gotta go to the party," Stan mumbled rubbing his eyes. The red head growled that was the second time Stan has woken him up if the ravenette keeps this up he is going to get seriously hurt. Stan attempted to get up but Kyle clenched onto his shirt. Stan sighed exaggeratedly, Kyle was such a bed bug. Finally breaking free he grabbed Kyle and picked him up bridal style. Kyle's eyes shot wide in surprise of being awaken from his slumber rudely, again for the second time that day.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!?" Kyle yelled struggling his way out of the football player's strong grasp. The grasp that he would hold onto a football with, meaning he was never going to let go. Stan ignored the Jews protest and carried the light weight boy down the stairs with ease.

"Oh hey boys," Sharon was sitting in the living room reading one of her books. She saw her son holding Kyle in his arms but like usual she didn't really think anything of it. "When did you guys come home?"

"School ended a little early do to a kid fainting," Stan lied. School would never shut down because someone fainted.

"Oh, I see, well hopefully that person is doing well. Where are you guys going?"

"To a part-"

"To uh s-study get together!" Kyle interrupted slapping a hand over Stan's mouth. Word could not get out and let his Sheila know her perfect son Kyle was partying on a school night. Stan understood this and kept quiet. Sharon nodded and let them go on their way.

"Come on, Kyle we gotta go," Stan repeated as he settled his unhappy friend in the car.

"That was so embarrassing! You didn't need to man handle me, asshole," Kyle crossed his arms slumped down in his chair. He pouted and made Stan think the kosher boy was cute. He was like a three year old who had to finish eating his vegetables. Stan chuckled to himself actually proud of making the adorable analogy and drove off on to the party.

"Wow my hair is a fucking nightmare," Kyle fussed with his ginger locks in the mirror fingering it until he was satisfied. Stan continued to tell him it was fine but Kyle was determined to look a least a little bit presentable. They looked like they've been sleeping for a few hours and just rolled out of bed. Okay, so that was exactly what they did but there's a difference.

Pulling up to the popular cheerleader's house both of the teens could hear the music blasting from down the street. It seems the party had kicked off. Stan couldn't resist bobbing his head as they got up closer to the noise. The door was unlocked and as soon as they opened it a few guys from the football team cheered. "Look Kyle, even Cartman's here," Stan pointed out. Cartman was also on the football team, as so was Token and Clyde and a few other guys.

"Oh yeah even the fat ass linebacker," Kyle spat unamused. Kyle made a B line for the punch. Grabbing a cup he stood off to the sides watching Stan play beer games with his team. Kyle wasn't a party type person. Sometimes he liked small ones with just his close friends but a big party like this just wasn't his thing. Too noisy and wayy too many annoying people exhibit Cartman. The complete opposite of Stan who loved big parties with all eyes on him. Kyle simply liked the quiet, he could think clearer. Plus he could only recognize like a fifth of the people here. He didn't make new friends either.

Kyle happened to spot Wendy she was dressed in cheerleading outfit. Kyle admired her intelligence but she also had a great body. He watched her in a daze. Her long shiny straight black hair draped down her back. Her big brown eyes. The way her cheeks flushed when she talked about something exciting. Though her boobs aren't all that much she had amazing curves and just looked soft and pleasant. She laughed at something Red had said covering her mouth delicately. The red head couldn't help but find that cute. Kyle was so jealous of Wendy….wait or was he jealous of Stan? Right, Stan. He should be jealous of the lucky guy who gets a girl like her. Not the reverse.

"Hey," Kyle removed himself from his thoughts to greet a familiar face. It was Kevin Stoley, Thomas, and Bradley. Kyle greeted them didn't really hang out them all that much but they do chat a few times and share interest in the same shows.

"Um s-so Kyle have you seen that show Supernatural?" Stoley asked trying to start conversation.

"Ah yea that show all the girls go crazy for it huh?" Kyle pointed out making Stoley blush.

"Yea but guys can like it too! Just like My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic! They're good shows!" Bradley defended using over the top hand motions. Kyle laughed at his enthusiasm.

"Sh-SHIET DUDE WHAT THE HECK?!" Thomas exclaimed and then apologized for interrupting as he shrunk into the corner. Kyle offered a reassuring smile, one that he usually shows to Tweek so the blonde would calm down.

They talked for a while, being with them reminded Kyle of three other innocent blondes who probably wouldn't dare come to a party like this. The red head started enjoying himself talking and laughing with Kenny and a few of his friends or what Kenny called fuck buddies. Kyle even attempted to dance but was laughed at by Red who proceeded to show him how to keep rhythm.

Kyle excused himself from the living room to get some more punch. He had been drinking it all night it was pretty good. Kyle grabbed the ladle but his poor motor skills failed him and he dropped it making a big splash.

"Whoa there, Kyle how much of the punch did you drink?" Wendy appeared behind him.

"Only like…figh cupz," Kyle slurred. "Oh shizz….whaz in da punch?" Kyle inquired.

"Dude, people have been mixing in shit all night," Wendy stated. Kyle groaned he didn't want to get drunk. Last time he ended up dancing like a 'hot' stripper and taking his clothes off. The situation is now a very unpleasant memory apparently he even tried to give Stan a blowjob! Wendy helped Kyle sit down at the kitchen table. "So tell me, how have you been?" Wendy started.

"Fanfuckin'tastic," Kyle hiccupped. He really didn't wanna see Wendy now. Her face made him more and more jealous that Stan hangs out with her. Of course, idiot, this is his girlfriend! Kyle thought to himself.

"That's great, I'm sorry I took one of your days," the blue eyed girl apologized. Her eyes are almost like Stan's but a bit duller. Stan's blue orbs were like the deep ocean. Kyle would find himself lost in the dark abyss of those eyes. They rocked you, encasing you into their motion. Before you knew it, you were drowning but, it was a good drowning you wanted to go deeper. You wanted to find the treasure at the bottom of the sea.

"Did you hear me, Kyle?"

"Whah happen now?" Kyle was thrown out of his stupor by a pair of pale hands waving in front of his face. He couldn't believe he was off daydreaming of Stan while his fucking girlfriend was in front of him.

"Dude, you're so drunk….I said we need to talk about our Stan system," oh no here it comes. A while back in middle school they would argue about how Stan was spinning more time with Kyle or vice versa. Then Kyle and Wendy came up with the Stan system so they don't have to fight over him. Wendy days were Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays. While Kyle had every other day except Sunday when Stan had practice.

"Listen," Wendy said with a heavy sigh. "I know you guys are super best friends and all but I am his girlfriend not you so I need a bit more time with Stan we have barely seen since I became Vice president and president fat ass doesn't even help out! I mean even when he is with me he is still texting you don't you find that odd?" Kyle hated the way she used air quotations, mostly because it was cute and offensive at the same time. Being super best friends is just as important as being best friends who do you think he come cries to?

"Not…not really," Kyle stuttered mentally high fiving himself for one upping Wendy and he not even being there.

"I just need a week with Stan so we can finally take our relationship to the next level," Wendy continued.

"Next level?" Kyle's heart stopped. What the fuck does that mean? Is she gonna fuck Stan?

"Yes, Stan and I were talking about taking a trip together just me and him for the whole summer! My parents approve of him and I think if we continue like this, when we graduate high school we can live together!" Kyle's whole body grew cold. Stan had never said anything about leaving for the whole summer with Wendy. He didn't say that he talked with Wendy's parents so they can talk about living arrangements. This all sounded like Stan was fixing to propose. They're only in High School how stupid could they actually be? Kyle's stomach curled and his heart felt as if he was being stabbed violently.

"I think I'm gonna hurl!" Kyle got up from the table leaving Wendy to call after him. He walked briskly to the bathroom and kneeled into the toilet barfing into the bowl. There was a couple making out in there but he didn't care. After he was finished he washed his hands and cleaned himself up. He took the mouth wash on the sink and cleansed his mouth out.

Stumbling down the hallway he really wasn't feeling the party mood. He wanted to get out of there but found himself deeper into the house. He smelled smoke but not just any smoke. He opened the door to the basement and followed the misty air to a few teens and giggles.

"Stan? Kenny? Token? Clyde? Craig?" Kyle was more shocked to find Stan and Craig in the same room together giggling it up.

"Never deny the power of good weed," Kyle looked down spotting Towlie laid out his eyes blood shot red.

"Oh hey Towlie…" Kyle greeted. He still thought Towlie was the worst character ever if not then the weirdest. "Stan, let's go…I don't feel so good."

"You want to leave?" Stan stood up walking over to Kyle. He wasn't all that high he had just came down to get some more beers but found Towlie and the others in huge fits of laughter so he decided to join in. "What's wrong?" Stan placed his hand on Kyle's forehead moving the red bangs away.

"I just feel sick," Kyle lied a bit. He didn't want Stan to know the real reason he wanted Stan to take him home was because of his girlfriend. No matter what Stan may say Kyle knew that they weren't going to be together forever. Little cheesy lines weren't going to convince him otherwise.

"I would love to take you home but I'm tipsy and high so…I can't," Stan said apologetically. Kyle groaned.

"I'm going to lay down," Kyle trudged back up the stairs. Stan was right it was way too dangerous to go now. Sure Stan had a high tolerance for alcohol but that's no excuse. Stan followed after the kosher man all the way to the bedrooms. Bebe told them not to use her room and everyone laughed even Wendy so Kyle guessed it was ok. The friends found the guest bedroom. The other rooms except for the blonde girl's room was being used either for tired drunk members or for sex.

"Lay down," Stan said before closing the door. He then turned around and joined his best friend in bed. Kyle huddled up to Stan instinctively. His heart beating increasingly fast; this phenomenon had been occurring a lot recently. Kyle dismissed this as anger. He was angry. He was angry at Wendy for trying to take Stan away from him. He was angry at Stan for not telling him this all important thing. However, more importantly he was angry at himself. He was angry he couldn't understand what all these mixed feelings were. He knew the answer was simple but it wasn't like math he could set up a problem and get an answer like that.

"What's wrong?" Stan inquired lifting the top half of his body putting his weight on his resting forearm.

"Nothing…" Kyle turned over attempting to hide the worried look he knew he was wearing.

"Dude, I know when you're lying and it insults me that you would make it so obvious that something's wrong but, will not tell me and here I thought we told each other everything."

"Apparently not if you don't tell me everything," Kyle muttered into the sheets instantly regretting saying that.

"What was that?" Stan leaned in closer.

"I know about the trip," Kyle confessed.

"Kyle-"

"No. Stan you lied and that hurts that you didn't even think to tell me!" Kyle sat up and glared at Stan.

"I know it was wrong to not tell you but that day I just wanted you happy again and you wouldn't have like that news plus it hasn't even been decided."

"Whatever," Kyle laid back down pulling a pillow over his face. "I didn't need you to buy me off with going bowling asshole, I would've been happier if I knew."

"Kyle," Stan sighed bringing an arm around his best friend. "You know I love you right?" Stan was full on prepared to get all mushy. Though, his words only intensified the aching in Kyle's chest.

"Just leave me alone….you're going to leave me later on anyway," Kyle said. He didn't want any more of this strange feeling.

Stan groaned. "Stop thinking were going to forget each other how many times do I have to say were going to be super best friends forever?" Stan hated when Kyle was so insecure like this. He pulled the red head further into his arms locking him in a tight, warm, and secure place.

"It's going to happen; it's already started," Kyle's down casted eyes focused on everything but the teen in front of him. He was confused at first he worried about losing his friendship status with Stan but now he think he doesn't want to be best friends anymore. Then what do I want to be?

"Look at me," Stan growled as he grabbed Kyle's face turning it up and glared at him harshly. Stan wanted to yell at him. He wanted to make Kyle know how important he was. However, the football quarter back was at a loss for words. He just continued to fix his gazed on Kyle and Kyle returning a more timid and confused look. Stan's eyes followed the nervous drop of Kyle's bottom lip. The Jew boy panted softly as the proximity if their lips closed in on each other.

They were now a hairs length away from each other their eyes extremely focused on the other's lips. Every puff of breath brought them closer and closer until finally Stan pulled Kyle's face pressing their lips together in one movement. Kyle let out a surprise whine but reciprocated eagerly. They continued placing small quick sweet chaste kisses over and over. This wasn't really anything knew, the super best friends had kissed before.

Once in elementary before Stan would kiss Wendy he would practice on Kyle. However now was different. The way the curly headed Jew blush and moaned turned Stan on, it was nothing like their awkward barf filled practicing before. Each peck sent chills up and down their spines like a spark would happened before being cut off and replaced with another. Kyle grew tired of the repetitive kissing and yearned for more. He nipped at the bottom of Stan's lip and encased it between his own sucking on the soft appendage. Stan groaned at Kyle's willingness he kissed the freckled cheek loving how the pink color darkened before meeting Kyle's demand and slipping his tongue into the other's mouth. It was a warm and wet cavern no different from anyone else's but, Stan felt fireworks in his stomach one exploding after the other. Then he felt like he was going to be sick. Though, the good type of sick, the sick that said he liked this feeling a lot.

The need growing bigger and bigger by the second. Their greed showed as their kiss ranged from fast to slow. Stan pulled away to observe what he was doing to Kyle. He noticed Kyle's lips swollen and shiny.

Stan moving his wet attachment exploring the virgin mouth, he curled a bit at the taste of vomit and mint mouthwash but still enjoyed the kiss. Stan loved how inexperienced Kyle seemed but was actually pretty decent at kissing. The way he moved his tongue clumsily touching all of Stan was perfect.

It wasn't that Kyle had never been kissed, in fact he has kissed lots of girls and had many girlfriends but they weren't real girlfriends. They couldn't stand how Stan got all of Kyle's attention. The red head smirked in his head he didn't need those whores none of them could give him the feeling he had right now. His first French kiss and by an amazing kisser the way Stan rolled his tongue and roamed Kyle's cheek made the kosher shudder with pleasure.

Kyle let a moan slip and Stan lost a bit of his control he started to kiss faster and harder barely letting Kyle breath. Ravaging the red head's mouth till it was raw and numb. Kyle panted heavily and loudly now as so did Stan. Their breaths ragged and shallow their mouths wet and abused. Stan nipped at Kyle's lips and the area around them. Kyle grabbed Stan's face and resumed their kissing. This time Kyle fought for dominance. He aggressively attempted to conquer Stan's mouth. He mused at the taste it was like vanilla, plain and simple but delicious as he loved vanilla.

Stan smirked a little at Kyle's desperate attempts to overpower his skills and led the Jew on to think what he was doing was effective. Stan rolled onto his back pulling Kyle with him, who gasped breathlessly, and settled him between his legs. Resting his arms at the small of Kyle's back he flushed the skinny boy against him causing another moan to escape his lips. Fuck, Kyle was making a lot of sexy noises right now. Their heads grew foggy and clouded letting their bodies take over. Kyle liked how their mouths fit naturally together. Their moves in sync making their kiss sealed and seamless.

"Hah…gah…muah!" Kyle broke the kiss to take more breaths he was getting hotter by the second. He wanted to tear his clothes off right then and there. Once he decided to a knock came at the door. Both boys jumped at the sudden noise looking toward the door. Kyle flung himself off the bed to stand a good fifty feet away. Stan groaned loudly and exasperatingly. He stomped over to the door and opened it to see who the hell was stupid enough to interrupt them.

"Dude! You're missing it!" Fucking Kenny of course. "It's Clyde, he's doing the keg UPSIDE DOWN!" Kenny was so excited and wanted his good friend to share in on the excitement. How the hell did he even find them? "What's with that face?" Kenny questioned. Although, moments later his question was answered when he saw tuffs of red hair protruding behind him. Fuck, Stan knew that Kenny knew exactly what they were doing. The blonde could figure it out with simple movements how recently you had gotten some action, what you did, and in special cases who you did it with. With their flushed faces and bruised lips he knew this was fresh. The poor lanky boy smirked and gave Stan a congratulatory hug and kiss in the cheek. He then moved away mouthing the words 'Get that' then continued back to the party.

Stan addressed Kyle this time the boy stood in that same spot staring at him. Stan felt like a dick, kissing his best friend when he had a girlfriend. Stan paced around the room a few times thinking of what to do. He came to the conclusion that he should leave Kyle alone and give him his own space to deal with just happened. Stan also needed space because he himself couldn't deal with just happened. He glanced at Kyle who was daydreaming. His eyes were glossy and glazed over. His cheeks so lively and his lips...Stan couldn't continue. The football player left the room saying nothing more to Kyle.

Why? Why did he kiss Kyle and which such fervor. Why did his lips tremble at the mere remembrance of the Jew's soft, pink, full, and inviting lips? Why did he find it so hot the way Kyle moaned with every touch of their lips? Stan was lost in his thoughts. He found himself outside glad for the cool air hitting his skin. Things just weren't adding up.

"Fuck."

Author's Notes: Alrighty! Sorry for the wait it's been busy. Hopefully this chapter isn't too bad with too many spelling mistakes. I wanted to add in Kevin Stoley because he is precious babu and I have a headcanon that he is a total superwholock fan. Anyway if I didn't explain enough I'm sorry if anything is confusing. Kyle sems to get more and more like an insecure tenn huh...really I think Stan would be more like that...Welp! It's already written no givsies backsies! Also Wendy's parents are a little too excepting huh? Living together after high school? That's absurd!

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