A/N: I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, but "Night of the Living Homeless" really called for something like this. XD

Hothead

He was doing that thing again. And it pissed Kyle the fuck off.

He didn't know why Stan did it. Maybe his brain just went on vacation for a while. Hell if he knew. But that was no excuse; there was no way he could not know how much it drove Kyle crazy, since he was very vocal in his irritation. No, Stan must have known, yet he did it anyway. That fucking bastard.

"God dammit Stan, knock it off!"

And, of course, all Stan did was raise an eyebrow at the outburst. As if Kyle was insane and his anger completely unprovoked. Oh, that asshole.

Sweat slicked his palms as he clenched them, digging his fists into his jeans so that he wouldn't lash out. Kyle felt heat swelling in his face; he was sure his skin's coloring must have rivaled that of his hair by that point. Teeth clenched and ground together, which only made his headache worse, but it was either that or start screaming.

"Stan." A final warning.

"Yeah?" There was nothing but innocence in those bright blue eyes of his Not even a trace of guilt.

And so Kyle's last nerve snapped.

He lunged at the other boy, a growl in his throat and his fists pummeling Stan's gut. Within seconds Kyle had Stan pinned to the carpet. He felt a murderous look contorting his face, but he didn't care. Sure, he wouldn't actually kill Stan, but he felt like taking him damn close to that edge.

"What's wrong with you?! Stop... just... augh, fucking stop!"

But Stan didn't say a word. His face was blank, expressionless, as if he couldn't react or even comprehend what was happening.

He should have been apologizing. Or looking worried, concerned, scared. Anything!

Another growl tore from Kyle's throat. "You'd better start apologizing you asshole, before I beat it out of you!" He shifted, to try to get a better hold in case Stan started to struggle...

And that was when he felt it - that familiar bulge, pressing against his ass.

Stan must have seen the shock register, because the corner of his lips tweaked up, slowly spreading into a smile, then a full-out grin.

"...I can't fucking believe you."

"Dude, I can't help it. You're hot when pissed off."

"Then that's what this has all been about?!"

"Mmhm." Stan looked pretty damn pleased with himself. So, of course, Kyle had to punch him.

"You're such an asshole."

If he weren't so annoyed, he might have smiled. Instead, he decided to show Stan just how pissed off he was; if he couldn't walk afterwards, well, that would be his own damn fault.