Despite his previous dilemma, the fact that his super best secret crush was lying next to him, Kyle was finally able to fall asleep, his redhead tucked into the crook of Stan's arm.
Stan on the other hand, was still awake.
Very awake.
Stan Marsh had arrived home from college two days before Kyle. This meant that he had gotten a chance to rediscover his little town of South Park, and then realize how thoroughly boring it was without Kyle. Stan smiled down at the sleeping boy in his arms. Kyle's face was hidden from view, but a few beams of moonlight that peeked through the window illuminated the pale flesh on Kyle's neck. Stan smiled warmly and raised his hand to his best friend's face, reaching up and lacing his fingers through his soft, red, curls.
Kyle let out a small noise and Stan felt himself recoil, his face glowing brighter than sleeping boy's hair. Stan brought his hand up to his face and stared at it, as if it were some creature whose movements were out of his control. Then the embarrassed teen placed his hand over his eyes, temporarily transporting him to a pitch-black world.
'What am I doing?' Stan asked himself in horror. Shutting his eyes, he began to replay the day's events.
Breakfast.
Boredom.
TV.
Boredom.
Lunch.
Boredom.
Arcade.
Boredom.
Stan groaned. It was no wonder that when he'd heard that Kyle had finally returned to South Park he immediately went to see him. Life was just dull without the redhead. He'd really missed him. Sure, phone calls were always an option, but they didn't compare to the real thing. Stan smiled down at the real thing, who was currently curled up comfortably beside him. Kyle snuggled up closer to Stan, letting out a contented sigh, and exposing more of the pale, soft skin on his neck.
Stan shook his hand free from the dark purple blanket that covered the two of them, and once again let it travel up to his best friend's face. This time, he let his fingertips graze the delicate skin from Kyle's collarbone up to his jaw line.
Kyle shifted in his sleep in response to Stan's wandering fingers, causing Stan's eyes to open wide with shock, realizing what he was doing. He drew his hand back, letting it rest at his side, and let out a sigh of relief as his friend continued to sleep. What had he been thinking? He mentally scolded himself. How would he have explained that one to Kyle? 'Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry dude. Just, um, feeling you up while you sleep?' Stan shook his head to get the scenario out of his head. He was sure that Kyle would love waking up to that one. Stan stared at Kyle intently, as if to make sure that his friend was absolutely sleeping. Kyle's breath was long and even, and he remained in the same position as he was in just a few minutes before.
'Yeah,' Stan thought as a wave of relief passed over him. Kyle was most definitely still sleeping. Absentmindedly, Stan brought his hand up and gently stroked his friend's hair.
'SHIT!' Stan swore inwardly, and quickly withdrew his hand, as if burned by Kyle's fiery locks. But this time Kyle moved.
Stan's mind immediately began to panic, coming up with mountains of excuses and stories to tell his friend about exactly what he'd been doing.
"nnn" Kyle lifted his body slightly as if he missed the contact from Stan's hand.
Stan stared in shock at his sleeping friend.
"K-kyle?" He questioned. Had he just…moaned?
"mmm," Kyle moaned again shifted closer to the raven-haired boy.
'Holy shit!" Stan's mind raced. He could feel a hot blush return to his cheeks. Kyle had rolled onto his back and his nightshirt hung loosely off his right shoulder. Stan looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms, a newfound curiosity filling his eyes. His blue eyes traced the pale skin on his friend's exposed neck, down to his bare shoulder. Stan was pretty sure that Kyle would be able to feel the heat radiating off of his beet-red face. Stan closed his eyes, trying to calm his frantic nerves.
'Wow,' Stan thought to himself slightly embarrassed. 'I-I really managed to work myself up…' He ran a hand through his hair. 'I probably look like crap now too…'
Stan's thoughts were instantly interrupted as he once again glanced down at his sleeping friend. This time, the moonlight was catching the tips of Kyle's curls, outlining his hair and face in an eerie halo.
Stan smiled, and brought his face down so that his lips almost touched Kyle's uncovered shoulder. Kyle's eyebrows twitched in confusion as Stan's warm breath collided with his sensitive skin. Stan hovered over Kyle's sleeping form, having a momentary battle with his conscience.
'What am I doing?' Stan questioned himself for what felt like the twelfth time that night. He glanced down at his friends sleeping face, which twisted, confused by Stan's sudden decision to pull away. Stan grinned.
'Well…I guess it couldn't hurt…' Stan thought as his smile widened.
'I really want to hear him make that sound again…'
And with that, Stan brought his lips down upon Kyle's collarbone, opening his mouth ever so slightly, and traced a line up to his neck with his tongue. When he had almost made his way up to Kyle's face, Stan stopped and began to suck gently upon the exposed skin on Kyle's neck.
"aah!" Kyle voiced, only slightly louder than a whisper.
Stan smirked and let his mouth wander across the sleeping boy's delicate features, stopping when he reached his ear.
"…Kyle," Stan breathed into his friend's ear, then took his earlobe between his lips.
"aaaah!" Kyle moaned, louder than before, and arched his back, causing Stan to instantly jump away in surprise. The teenage boy could feel his pulse in his throat as he stared at his friend.
'When did Kyle become so cute…' Stan thought trailing off, as he realized how strangely he was staring at his best friend.
Stan mentally hit himself.
'Shit! Shit! Shit! Stan Marsh! What the hell are you thinking?!? This is Kyle Broflovski here! Your super best friend!'
"uugh…" Stan shuddered, trying to clear his mind. He'd try to fall asleep, like nothing had happened, he thought and slid his arm out from under Kyle's head.
"hmm? Stan?" Kyle questioned, awakened by Stan's sudden movement.
'Oh no…' Stan glanced down at the boy who he'd just woken up.
Then he thought about everything he'd just done.
Then he thought about Kyle.
Then he thought about the noises that Kyle had made.
Then—
'Ohgodnotnow…' Stan thought in absolute horror.
Stan shifted his body uncomfortably in order to hide what he had freshly acquired, from a waking Kyle.
The mortified boy screwed his eyes shut, and prayed that Kyle would buy his sleeping act. He did not need Kyle to see this. Not now.
Thankfully, Stan's body, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster the teenager had just taken it on, at last gave in and fell into a short, troubled, sleep. Allowing the boy a few hours of peace.