Chapter 4

A Night of Mistakes

"Hah...he's so slow," Kyle spoke aloud to himself. He was waiting in one of the empty classrooms by himself. Two weeks had passed and it was now officially winter, and Kyle was getting all bundled up and ready for the treacherous walk to the car. You'd think being a native of South Park he was used to the cold but nope, the bone chilling wind still got him every time. Adorning his old green hat, Kyle walked over to Stan's classroom. Stan was holding a meeting for his save the whales club in which he, the president of said club, was explaining their new concert fundraiser. His kosher best friend was always welcomed to come in and sit in there but, in truth, Kyle hated it in there. It was just a bunch of hippies who judged him for not caring about the earth and smelled their own farts all day. Just a bunch of pretentious, tree hugging, smug, self-righteous assholes- if you were to ask to Kyle. He was all for saving the world but you don't have to look down on others while doing it. If they all were more like Stan, Kyle supposed he wouldn't mind it so much. Never-the-less, the short man stood outside the classroom wondering when the meeting would end. Thankfully, he didn't have to wonder for long and in no time Stan was walking over to him.

"Hey dude, ready to go?" Stan flashed his charming smile.

"Been ready, dude, I have to get to work!" Kyle exclaimed pulling Stan along. They practically ran to the car and Kyle shivered violently as he waited for the car to warm up. "I hate y-you s-s-so much," Kyle stutter worse than Tweek and Jimmy put together. Stan smiled warmly bringing back the color in Kyle's cheeks. "C-come on! Stop staring like a fool let's go!" Kyle demanded and off they went. Traffic was always low about this time so they had no problems booking it to the mall.

Kyle worked at the game arcade so, he was practically dressed for work already in his black jeans and required red shirt with name tag. Stan, however, had to slip in his khaki pants and dark blue bowling shirt since he worked at the bowling alley, along with Bebe. It was a stale and run down building next to the mall. Clearly, it had seen better days. It was almost empty since no almost one but old fogies bowled during the week. Could be worse though, they could be Cartman who had to walk around in some big ass douchbag sandwich mascot suit. Stan was thankful he wasn't him. A lot of the kids worked at the mall. Red works at Dixie's, the roller rink right across from the mall, Kenny works as a waiter, along with Clyde and Token, Jimmy works at the prank store, Wendy and Nichole work at Always 17, and the list could go on and on. It was a nice little set up and most of their breaks matched up so they could roam the mall once they were done and peacefully hang out. While sometimes the work load could be dull, things usually got somewhat exciting in the small mall in the tiny redneck mountain town when they were all together.

"You're late, Broflovski!" Sargent hardass, as they call him, announced. He pointed to his watch with a disapproving expression showing that Kyle was in deed late by-get this-one minute! That slacker! How dare he? Kyle just rolled his eyes and pointed to the mall clock.

"Looks like you're a bit too early, Sgt." he responded cooly before walking past the larger gentleman. He was, in fact, right on time and Sgt. turned red as steam rose from his head and his veins looked ready to pop. He looked as if he was about to blow! Kyle just went to his station quietly, letting the kids in, giving them their tickets, and giving out their prizes appropriately. He sighed as he started his mundane job. His mind wandered a bit to this morning. The image of waking up next to his best friend again was dangerous. His sleeping face was too fucking cute Kyle felt a need to kiss him. Kyle shook his head gentle. He needed to stop thinking like this. He has to get pasted this little crush before he jumps Stan.

"Hey, Kyle," a cute little half asian boy, known as Kevin Stoley popped up in his usual cosplay. He worked at the "nerdy" store in the mall and Kyle had to admit no matter how dorky he was, Kevin was a lil' cutie in his Darthvader outfit. I mean, evil never looked so huggable! Oh god, Kyle just realized he just thought that. Seriously! He felt he was getting gay-er by the second!

"Hey, Stoley, what brings you here?" Kyle asked leaning on the counter.

"Nothing just gonna go play some games!" Stoley beamed and handed Kyle a five and gained 20 tokens. "Wanna join?" Kyle declared himself on break and played along with the children. He loved having his job because he could goof off as much as he wanted and still get paid for it. He felt bad for Stan whose job was just inventory and checking balls all day.

"Bwahahaha!" Bebe bursted out in laughter and doubled over while holding her stomach. Tears threatened to leave her eyes and her knees went weak. "You looked so stupid!" She pointed finally to her normal height. Stan was making a really funny face after he had slip and fell while bowling. "I told you don't cross the line! You should know this!" Bebe snickered. She knew it was probably because he forgot the type of shoes he was wearing but since he was alright she was free to laugh.

"Whatever!" Stan huffed his face red from embarrassment. They were both on break (well Bebe was in break but Stan decided to join her). After bowling a few rounds, they left and went to lounge in the food court for a while before Bebe sprung up this question at him.

"Hey so how's you and Kyle lately?" She asks.

"Pfft- shouldn't you be asking that about your best friend and I?" Stan chuckled lightly.

"Well then, how about this: how do you really feel about Wendy?" Stan looked at her as if she just grew another head.

"That's easy, I'm in love with her of course!" Stan smiled leaning back on the blonde. Her hands instantly went to comb through his soft black hair. Stan closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her small hands running through his hair. It felt...nice.

"In love with her or do you have love for her?" Stan looked up at her confused.

"What do you mean?" the tan male questioned.

"I mean, having love for some one is way different then being in love with someone," Bebe made clear. She went on to explain more once she saw Stan's confused look only worsened. "To have love for someone is to care about them deeply it can be confused for love but make no mistake! To love someone is a completely complicated feeling, to be comfortable enough to be with them day after day waking up to their smile, talking about everything and absolutely nothing all at once, having fights and breaking up but missing each other so much you can't go a day with out them, their very being gives you hope, their-"

"Please stop reading those sappy romance novels" Stan cut her off and sat up. "You know Wendy and I are meant for each other you always say it so why ask this now?"

"No reason...just forget it...anyway a bunch of us are gonna hang out, after work, at Clyde's," Bebe switched the conversation. Stan gave her a skeptical look. "There's gonna be Booz" she smiled knowingly.

"Fine. But, it's not because of the liquor..." Stan pouted. Bebe laughed.

"Sure it's not."

"Yanno, you hang out with Kenny too much I think his I-think-I-know-it-all syndrome is rubbing off in you...it's not attractive and I don't think that's Clyde's type," Stan shot back.

"Ooo so we gonna bring up the Clyde card..." Bebe laughed staring forward and looking up at the fast food place right across from her and watched Clyde take orders. "I don't care if I'm not his type...love isn't changing yourself and trying to act all proper around that person, it's being able to be yourself and breath freely around them..." Bebe retorted looking at Stan as if to say "don't you breath easy around Kyle?"

"Shut up."

It was 8pm and the mall was closing in an hour as it usually does on the week days. The teens we're let off of work early since most people are at home in this small town. Stan and Kyle got into the car, once again, trying to warm up at quickly as possible. Nights were always the harshest when it was cold, no sun to warm them up. By the time they got to Clyde's house it seemed a lot of people were already there.

"Welcome, bro!" Clyde greeted at the door. "Where's Bebe?" he asked and Stan rose an eyebrow.

"Man will she be happy to hear you asked about her...ahem...she should be on her way she went with Red to pick up Butters," Stan recalled what the cheerleader had informed him of before she left.

"Oh I see...well, come in, come in!" Clyde stepped to the side and Kyle was grateful it was getting really, really cold and he was wondering when they'd stop chatting outside.

"Eww, who invited them?" Craig popped up out of nowhere with a camera in hand ready to document any drunks and play them for his new web show: "Shit Drunk People do!" Stan rolled his eyes and he and Craig started their usual sarcastic comments.

"Yeah, glad to see your beautiful smile, Tucker," Stan retorted.

"Bet," Craig smirked coyly.

Immediately Kyle ignored them knowing that they were gonna have a cock fight till one of them admits defeat. 'Yeah, right after Damien's house becomes a winter wonderland' Kyle thought, amused, to himself. The redhead went to find some thing to drink. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup then got some punch.

"Hello there, Kyle," the red head turned and saw Tweek and Pip standing in front of him. Kyle paused, though it was a small get together he would have never thought that these two would be in a place of alcohol. Hell, when he heard Butters was coming he could see him here more then these two. Tweek was a nervous break down waiting to happen. And Pip...well, Pip was just, clean. Disgustingly so, he's like an angel, even more so since he did die and came back. Anyway he's on saint level so he doesn't belong here. "Are you ok?" Pip asked and Kyle realized he had been ranting in his mind.

"No, no, I'm fine...anyway, about that Science project, did you get the part..." Kyle went into full detail of the assignment and the three spent the next 5 minutes talking about it until Butters showed up.

"Heya, fellas!" everyone in the house turned to greet the ball of sunshine. By the time Butters joined the others they were in the living room dancing. Kyle was in the middle, which was a surprise since Kyle hated dancing. He was moving sloppily and with, which was now, his 3rd cup of punch. "Woah there, Kyle, are you ok? How's you an' Stan?" Butters held on to the stumbling teen.

"Stan? I love Stan!" Kyle slouched forward with a goofy grin on his face. Then, he started to think of something sad and his smile faltered. "Where is he?" Kyle asked worried. He felt hot in the sea of bodies and his heart felt heavy he just really needed to tell Stan how he felt. "STAAAAAN!" Kyle yelled and wobbled off. The three blondes stared at each other then furrowed their brows.

Stan was chilling with some guys from the football team and chugging beer while watching Clyde suck ass at beer pong. Kyle smiled widely as he laid his watering eyes on Stan. "STAAA-hiccup-AAAANNNN!" Kyle cheered and ran into the arms of the muscular man.

"K-Kyle?" Stan stuttered his drink was in danger of falling out of his hands but he quickly steadied himself for both his and Kyle's sake. The red head was shaking and on the verge of hysterics. He was so obviously drunk but on what? Kyle would never go anywhere near alcohol since he's such a light weight, but then it hit him. "You haven't had any punch, have you?"

"No...oh wait! Yea I hah liek figh cups!" Kyle's speech started to slur as he rested in Stan's bosom enjoying the warmth and security offered by the larger male.

"Shit...well! That's all folks! I've gotta take this one home!" Stan announced t the house and started shuffling out the door. Kyle was not a graceful drunk. Last time this happened, his jersey side came out and he got buck naked and tried to destroy the house and neither of them want a replay of that night.

"Stan? Whe-hic-re are we-OH BYE GUYS!-going?" Kyle swayed all over the place trying to stay by Stan's side. The taller male just smiled and shook his head. Tonight was going to be hilarious. After the treacherous walk to the front door, the two best friends were settled in the car. Kyle played with the radio till One Direction came on. Now, they both hated One Direction but they ironically bought their albums and knew most if their songs so Kyle let out a loud gasp and turned up the radio. Stan shook his head again thinking that going home quietly just wasn't in Kyle's plans. Stan just sighed and joined the incoherent boy in his singing.

Once they, finally, made it home Stan struggled to keep the drunk quiet. They clumsily entered through the back door when Kyle made a b line for the bathroom. As Kyle was currently puking his guts, Stan went into the kitchen to get him some water.

"Shut the hell up, jizz wads!" Shelley groaned she didn't have any classes so she spent the day in the living room, watching T.V. and doing her laundry. She figured the perks of living close to your parents is you can visit any time you want and save money on laundry and get free cable as well. Stan apologized and Shelley rolled her eyes turning back to her phone and smiled.

"Are you texting, Kevin?" Stan asked. Shelley just nodded her head causing Stan to grimace. He was still uncomfortable with the whole "my sister is dating my friend's brother" but Kenny just told him to relax and that it will be over soon. Though, it's been almost 2 months. They've definitely have gone all the way and that disturbed Stan even more.

"Here, give this to Kyle, he'll get a terrible headache if he doesn't take it," Shelley offered before leaving. Stan let out a quiet thanks before going to the bathroom Kyle was in and entered. The red head was hugging the toilet while heaving and letting out small tears. Stan sighed knowing it was his job to help Kyle since the Jew always did the same for him when be was shit faced.

"Alright, buddy!" Stan hoisted Kyle up to the sink and helped him wash his face and hair then brush his teeth to get rid if the smell then gave him the medicine. Kyle at first was being difficult about it but once Stan forced it down his throat Kyle became docile again, leaning on Stan for support and whispering thank you's to him. They walked to the bedroom where Kyle stripped fully naked and placed one of Stan's oversize shirts on himself and got in bed. Stan just took off his shirt and pants and flopped on the bed as well. They were too drunk to care that they were naked and just cuddled up to each other. Kyle rested his head close to the dark haired male and smiled sweetly before whispering goodnight.

"I love you, Stan," Kyle stated and before Stan could react he kissed him. The blue eyed boy didn't know what to do. Kyle's lips were so soft and warm he just couldn't pull away instead he somewhat melted into the kiss and licked at the plump lips before him. Kyle meekly opening his mouth and granted Stan entrance. Stan excitedly pushed through at first curling at the minty-barfy taste but soon got over it when he could taste Kyle. It was a weird taste and smell one that was unexplainable, it was like warm fuzzy feelings and the sugar that Kyle loves to much.

Stan wanted to taste more he never knew he could be so aggressive but in seconds Kyle was under him having his lips be taken advantage of. Stan skillfully rolling his tongue and massaging Kyle's causing soft moans to escape. The red head barely stood a chance he couldn't put up much a fight since his senses were being flooded. All he could smell was Stan and he could see was Stan, everything he could hear were the soft groans and gasps from Stan and all he felt was Stan's harden member rubbing against his milky thigh. He was essentially getting high from Stan. His touch influenced him greatly and made his while body a hot quivering mess.

Kyle's face grew hotter and redder by the second his member also rising to attention and he pulled away from Stan to let out big gasps of air. He struggled to regain breathing cycles and just let Stan leave wet kisses on his cheek then move lower to his neck. Stan left tons of red marks all over Kyle's neck and chest. When Stan got to his nipples Kyle could no longer keep quiet. He arched his back letting his dick rub against Stan and send shock waves through his whole body. Suddenly, he was reminded of that dream but it wasn't the same, he was in immense pleasure something he just couldn't feel by himself.

"Hah, oh yes," Kyle grunted when Stan grabbed his weeping member and slowly pumped while licking and sucking on his chest. Kyle's hands shot to grab a hold of Stan's hair and he pulled and wiggled his hips urging Stan to go faster. Stan grew impossibly hard from the sounds Kyle was emitting, his roughness as he approached orgasm was just so charming and the ragged, frantic way his hips shook from pleasure was just down right endearing. His expression was like a dream so erotic but pure Stan was just dying to take him right then and now. Kyle was getting louder, which could potentially wake up the neighborhood. So, to quiet him Stan kissed Kyle harshly and occupied his mouth while his hand griped tighter and moved faster sending Kyle over the edge. The smaller males eyes shot open and he let out a muffled moan of ecstasy as he shot all over Stan's chest. After a few moments of heavy breathing Stan spoke up.

"Fuck, man you came all over me now it's my turn," Stan stated with a smirk however, before he could even try anything Kyle had immediately passed out. "You. have. got. to. be. shitting. me." the tan male growled and pinched the bridge of his nose out of annoyance. Stan thought about waking him up and demanding his blowjob but while watching Kyle sleep so peacefully he decided to let it slide. He got up ad painfully waddled to the bathroom to take care of his problem discreetly.

Author's Notes: Sorry for the wait! Believe it or not but I'm still not on spring break so...plus I've been a little busy but it always gilts me when I read the comments. Thanks for reviewing btw! I really really appreciate it! Thanks for reading hope you like it and that I didnt make too many mistakes...

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