Chapter Six

Double Take

Kyle woke up to an empty bed and an aching heart.

A few tears started to fall stinging the corner of his eyes. He struggled to breathe and sobbed quietly. After a few minutes of despair he got up and checked the house and Stan wasn't there, confirming his previous preconception. Stan has left him. "I knew it...I knew it was a bad idea," Kyle mumbled his voice was hoarse from all the crying. Stan just wasn't ready and Kyle scared him away with his forcefulness.

"Kyle! Kyle! Like calm down," Kenny spoke through the receiver. Kyle had called him to blame him for filling his head with the idea of being the aggressive one. "Ok, so it may have blown back in our faces but I'm 99% sure Stan was just confused I mean he has to love you!" Kenny tried to make him feel better. There was just no way he was wrong about this type of thing. Or was he?

"What about the 1%?" Kyle was wiping his tears away.

"Ehhh...more like .0001% look, Kyle, have you asked him why he left? Maybe he had practice?" Kenny rationalized.

"No, he would have told me if that was the case," Kyle shot him down confidently.

"Well fuck, Kyle, try to be optimistic!" Kenny pleaded.

"That's Stan's job," Kyle explained. "I knew I shouldn't have gone with my gut..."

"You never told me what happened? What really happened?" Kenny asked. Kyle stayed quiet for a few minutes debating on what he should say but gave up and spilt the beans.

"We did it."

"Holy shit? For real? And he left?" Even though Kenny couldn't see the red head he was more than sure the boy was nodding as if he was physically there.

"We fucked and I scared him away when I stupidly confessed," Kyle sniffles again. Kenny just rolled his eyes and thought for a second. He really felt disappointed in Stan but at the same time he has faith in his friend. He knows Stan didn't mean it he probably just panicked and ran. The boy would never give up a friendship with Kyle like that.

"Listen, tonight, at homecoming. I expect to see your ass there. No trying to get out of this!" Kenny ordered. He hissed at Kyle's weak whine and hung up. Kyle didn't feel any better after that conversation and just felt like curling up in a ball and dying. The last thing he wanted to do was go to a dance filled with noisy people and possibly, definitely, bump into Stan there. Kyle sighed at the thought and another tear rolled out. Stan probably felt disgusted that they did it. Kyle really regretted confessing but, he couldn't stop it.

Now that Kenny had talked to Kyle he needed to get the rest of the story from the other male involved. He called up Stan.

"...Hello?"

"Hello? Bastard, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Kenny asked his voice very sharp and angry.

"Woah, woah, what's your problem?" Stan asked defensively. Kenny rolled his eyes and explained what he knew and what he wants to know. Stan froze he felt the lump in his throat grow wide and he had a hard time swallowing.

"I'm a terrible person..." Stan began. Kenny listened to his explanation well and then came to the conclusion that all his friends are idiots who can't tell when a person is in love with them. At first he thought Stan and Kyle were just pretending but no, these two really are ignorant to the others real feelings. That or they just choose to ignore them.

Meanwhile, Kyle was still moping around his house unsure if he should listen to Kenny's words and go or not. During his inward debate, as he snacked on Oreos while continuing that t.v. drama from earlier, the door bell rang. Kyle yelled for someone else to get it but it seemed like everyone else was two busy and about three minutes had passed before anyone came for the door.

"It's your girly boy friends!" Ike called and ran away. Kyle hissed and made a note to beat him up later but got up to greet and apologize for his brother's behavior. Kyle walked over to the threshold of his door way and signaled them to come in. Butters, Tweek, and Pip were now in his living room with concerned looks on their face.

"Whut?" Kyle mumbled with food in is mouth. The three blondes looked him up and down and saw what a mess he turned into in just the matter of a few hours. His eyes were puffy and his nose was red he was obviously crying.

"We are here to help you get dressed...Kenny sent us," Pip explained while taking out a tissue and wiping away some chocolate on the Jew's cheek. Kyle made a disgruntled noise and continued to eat his cookies.

"Well, you guys can go home and get ready, because I refuse to go!" Kyle huffed. Why should he go? So he could be embarrassed and hurt when he sees Stan with his girlfriend and she can hate him for sleeping with her boyfriend. "No thanks."

"Kyle, we have to get you ready! Come on! We even bought you a really nice tie and everything!" Butters whined with huge pleading eyes. Kyle's resolve faltered a bit. He really couldn't say no to the quivering pouting lip of Butters Stotch.

"Ye-yeah besides, hnn, Kenny said that you have i-it all wrong!" Tweek added.

"Oh, what now you guys know now too?!" Kyle angrily exclaimed. He never knew Kenny had such a big mouth. 'Oh shit! What if Wendy knows? She'll beat my ass!" Kyle thought frightfully, she's really fucking strong. "There's no fucking way I'm going!" and that was final.

Okay, so Kyle thought that was finale but it seems that his will power was no match against three cute teary eyed blondes begging him to go. Butters bounced around happily as they waited for Kyle to finish bathing. He really enjoyed things like this. As gay as it sounds make-overs where shit they lived for. Pip ironed and pressed Kyle's black slacks and Tweek picked out his shoes. Butters hummed excitedly as he did Kyle's hair.

"So, GAh, Kyle...wha-what was i-it like?" Tweek shyly asked with a full on red face. Kyle just looked at the coffee addict confused on what he was saying until he looked at Pip's reddened face that said: "You know...it?"

"Oh..OH...um well..." Kyle turned red like a tomato when he saw how they hung off of every word. He couldn't believe the three also knew about that too! He was embarrassed to the max so he just spoke lowly and fast at the same time. "It didn't hurt...much...it was..um okay..I guess..." that was a lie, it felt fucking fantastic but Kyle couldn't tell them that! "ANYWAY! You guys dont need to worry about that, okay?" Kyle sweated a bit from their dejected looks and disappointed pouts.

"Wow, you must be a magician, I could never get my hair this way!" Kyle was amazed. His hair was gelled back on one side and neatly put into place the rest of his bangs fell in his face but it looked nice. His shirt was orange and his tie was a dark green. He stared in the mirror wondering why his clothes always seemed to be those two colors but he quickly just dismissed it as a coincidence. The other three had brought their clothes with them and hurriedly got dressed they wore similar outfits except in different colors. It was about 6:47 when Kenny came around to pick them up. He looked drained after dealing with an idiotic Stan and just wanted tonight to be over with two of his best friend getting some. Preferably from each other. The three blondes came bouncing away out the house and Kenny couldn't help it but to smile when he saw Butters walking out giggling and looking like a little boy wearing his fathers clothes, it was cute. They rode over to the school, which took them quite some time seeing as a lot of people were arriving at the same time.

Once the got inside, they paid their fee and entered the the dance floor. Immediately, Kenny urge them to dance and they were joined by a few of their friends. Kyle was thankful that no one else seemed to know and he could just forget about what happened and dance. He was having a fun time dancing and goofing off with the guys until he spotted Wendy and Stan talking intensely over on the other side of the dance floor. They were alone and they looked like the perfect couple- like usual. This tugged at Kyle's heart and the red head waited for a moment to slip away. The music that was once encouraging him to dance was now making him sick. He really started to regret coming. His eyes felt like they were on fire and he needed to get away quick to the bathroom before he threw up right there. He locked the doors and silently sobbed away on the toilet.

"This is just sad," Kyle spat out bitterly. He just loved Stan so much it was almost disgusting. He could be feeling one way and just by seeing Stan, Kyle's whole mood could change in an instant. It was like Stan had way too much power over the red head.

"Kyle, come out. I know you're in here," Kenny had followed the small Jew into the bathroom and picked the lock to get through.

"Leave me alone, Kenny, I'm not in the mood. I want to go home!" Kyle yelled from the bathroom stall.

"Why don't you just say what's wrong?"

"YOU KNOW WHATS WRONG!: I AM IN LOVE WITH STAN!" Kyle busted out the stall ready to kick Kenny's ass but he was met with a red faced Stan instead. "Wha...What the hell?!" Kenny was just looking so pleased with himself as he patted Stan shoulder as if to say "You know what to do next" and left. "Tch, bastard." Kyle walked passed Stan and tried to escaped but the door was blocked. "KENNY, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"You bastard!"

Kyle stopped and looked at Stan. "What?"

"You bastard..." Stan nervously smiled. Kyle then realized what he was saying and memories of their childhood came back as they laughed a little bit. It grew silent again. Neither of them wanted to talk first. The air was chillingly cold. It was even more awkward when they remember how hot they made it last night.

"Kyle, I-"

"Stan, I-"

The boys started at the time and did that thing where they were both like "after you" "no, after you" at the same time as well. They made them laugh again. They grew a little closer and Kyle started to talk.

"I...I love you, Stan, and I'm sorry...I can just forget it and we can go back to the way they were before I never meant to act out on it if it was going to be like this!" Kyle stared at the ground holding back any tears but of course a few stray ones escaped.

"NO! I don't want you to regret it!" Stan corrected. Kyle snapped his head up to look at Stan weirdly. "Truth is..." Stan sighed deeply. "I've been in love with you for a very long time...it just took some pushing from you to make me realize this. But, it thought you were just confused since the line between friendship and lovers got blurred a little bit plus the fact that every time we got intimate you were drunk and you forget about it afterwards not to mention I found out something shocking...Wendy had been cheating on me...with Cartman. I was angry but it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would and last night I kinda was too willing to forget about Wendy completely...I felt like a bad person like I was forcing you and using you but you're my best friend what would I do if I hurt you so this morning I left...in the end I still hurt you didn't I?" Kyle's head spun as he listened to Stan's long and drawn out explanation. This was a lot to take in. Wendy was dating Cartman behind Stan's back? Stan felt like he was tricking Kyle? Stan...loved Kyle?

"Wa-wait...so you're telling me.. that you love me and the reason you left was because you thought I wouldn't remember because I was drunk and you felt like you were taking advantage of me?" Stan nodded. "You really are an idiot," Kyle laughed feeling more idiotic than ever. Something only his best friend can make him feel. "Stan, I was taking advantage of you! I was the one who started it each time, and every time I loved it...I just thought you didn't remember so I never brought it up but last night...it was different I thought you really did return my feelings until I woke up this morning finding you gone and everything I knew was a lie..." Kyle said in a sadden tone. Stan was now holding him in a tight embrace.

"I'm not good at expressing my feelings but, Kyle if you would, will you be my boyfriend?" Stan smiled feeling a bit awkward at that statement but happy about the red head's blush either way and the eager nod followed by it. The shorter boy kissed Stan before the football player could ramble on anymore. To be honest this whole fiasco was tiring and Kyle was glad that everything was out in the open.

"As long as you'll be mine," Kyle smiled feeling slick.

After Kenny had released them from the boys' bathroom letting in a bunch of pissed off guys who all needed to piss very bad, the new couple walked out hand in hand showing off their relationship. Unfortunately, no one cared or even thought it was strange, since they do it all the time anyway. They got home pretty late about half past midnight to be exact but neither of them really wanted to go to sleep. There was an awkward air now that they were alone. They went to Kyle's room and undressed at first going to bed. but, with the way they were glancing at each other said otherwise.

"S-so..um," Stan swallowed thickly. He knew that he did it before but, now that neither of them were drunk he didn't know how to act.

"Stan..." Kyle mumbled before kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. He squealed a bit just thinking about it. He didn't know when he'd get used to saying it but the butterflies in his stomach said it'll be a while. Stan kissed Kyle again, this time on the lips, repeatedly. Each time the kiss grew needier and longer. Stan just decided to let their libido take control. Kyle was becoming more eager as he pressed his wet reddening lips along Stan's neck and collar bones. Stan let out a shakey breath liking the way Kyle's soft appendages felt on his neck.

"Fuck," the football player swore as he pushed Kyle onto the bed further. He watched as the Jew gracefully fell and he admired the way his hair fanned out under him. He was beautiful. Eagerly Kyle pulled Stan down for another kiss this time the kiss was sweeter and full of love. Not clumsy and drunkenly like before. The red head mewled into the kiss and flushed their bodies against each other. The room was getting hot. Too hot. Kyle removed his shirt and wiggled out of his slacks he motioned for Stan to do the same and watched as his muscles constricted while he did it.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Kyle gasped and jumped Stan kissing him more desperately and running his hands up and down the tan teen's chest. He grinded their hips in blissful friction and moaned at him own action. His expression was just obscene.

"No, you're the hot one," Stan corrected as he leaned up to nip at Kyle's chest kissing down to his nipples and taking a hard pink bud into his mouth. Kyle's moans of pleasure only shot straight to his dick and, fuck, he needed to be in Kyle right now. The foreplay was getting boring they were both already painfully hard and all they wanted to do was to get to it already. Stan flipped them over making Kyle land on the bed with an 'oof' sound. Kyle was going to protest but his words were caught when his black underwear was ripped off his bottom.

"What the hell?" he keened when the cold air his his lower region. He felt so embarrassed since Stan was staring as his bare ass and dripping erection.

"God, why is your ass so perfect?" Stan groaned at the sight. He just wanted to plunge in at the sight. "Fuck, I'm sure God had nothing to do with it your ass is sinful," Stan took his hand to a pale, redden cheek and smooth over it. He grabbed Kyle's perfect thighs and messaged them. Kyle was growing redder and redder by the second but was grateful Stan couldn't see his face. Stan smirked he already knew from Kyle's ears and the back of his neck that he was impossibly red but he feigned innocence anyway. "Shit, look at this work of art!" Stan continued to praise and kissed Kyle's cheeks before biting lightly. Kyle's hips bucked in a silent plea. Stan licked the crack and slurped at the star shape wetting it affectionately. He grabbed the lotion that was settled on his dresser and started slicking up his fingers. Kyle wasn't drunk enough to not feel pain this time so when he felt the protruding finger he clenched at the sheets and buried his face into the pillow. Stan slowly moved his index till he felt Kyle was loose enough to take two. He curled them and scissored till Kyle was bucking against his finger.

"Blow..." Kyle muttered into the pillow his breath labored and his hips now rutting against Stan's digits.

"What's that, babe?" Kyle moaned at the nickname it made his heart swell.

"Hah..I want to blow you..." Kyle managed to get out and Stan felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Stan got on the bed and let Kyle get in between his legs. He ran an encouraging hand into the curly locks and kissed Kyle's forehead. Kyle moved Stan's boxers out the way and gasped when the wet erect cock bobbed out at full length and almost hit him in the face. "Fuck," he felt a shiver run down his back and a need in his ass. His hot breath was already bringing Stan close to release. Kyle pressed kissing down the shaft and nuzzled into his balls while he stroked his length. He looked up at Stan with wide innocent eyes liking the way Stan was now moaning uncontrollably in his hands and took the tip into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the head. The taste was salty and strong but it wasn't as bad as Kyle thought. He took Stan more into his mouth noting the way Stan's toes curled from the warmth.

"Shit, Kyle." Stan utter through clench teeth. The way Kyle was bobbing his head and sucking him off was making his head spin. He took his hand and smacked Kyle's ass cheek in a wordless thank you and groaned as Kyle moaned around his dick. Kyle was getting faster as Stan dug his fingers back into his neglected hole and he even added a third finger as he pumped furiously. Kyle was getting pissed. His jaw was tired of taking Stan's enormous cock and the way Stan was fingering him made his hole itch wantonly. He want him to hit that spot but his fingers weren't long enough.

"Dammit, Stan, fuck me already!" he demanded in a tone that would have been intimidating if Stan's dick was wasn't in his mouth. Kyle crawled his way under Stan and spread his legs open to receive Stan's manhood. The sight was erotic to say the least but Stan kept himself cool he didn't to shove it in and hurt Kyle in anyway. He slowly but surely filled Kyle to brim his thick cock hitting every good spot Kyle had on the way in.

"OH YES!" Kyle screamed and pulled Stan down to kiss him. He gyrated his hips to get Stan to move. The taller boy took that as his cue and started to pull out before he slammed back in making Kyle see stars. The built up a rhythm as skin smacked against skin and Kyle clenched around Stan. His arms flung up to scratch as Stan's back and the latter groaned in equal pleasure and pain. He started pistoning into Kyle's tight warm heat and was gasping like a fish when Kyle's legs wrapped around him tightly pulling him in deeper. "Oh shit, YES! Fuck me! ah fuck I want this dick!" if there was one thing about Kyle vs drunk Kyle it would have to be the dirty talk he was more compliant drunk, yes, but sober he was much more eager and dirtier. Stan laughed to himself from the irony as he obeyed Kyle's orders of "faster, deeper, longer, fuck me".

"Kyle, I'm going to cum...cum with me, cum for me," Stan's voice was deep and feral only making Kyle shiver and shake. Kyle concentrated on his orgasm and snaked a hand between them to quickly jack himself off. The way Stan plunged into him deeply and how his cock was spilling precum like crazy he knew he was going to burst soon. "Kyle...I love you," Stan groaned as he thrusted one last time and came deep into Kyle. The red head moaned out Stan's name as he came soon after. Stan slowly thrusted into Kyle's tired hole dragging out their orgasms. He then pulled out and got up to grab a wet rag to clean them off with. Kyle looked gorgeous, with his face bright in the after glow of sex and his hair sticking to his face his had lidded eyes closed slowly as his hickey covered chest heaving up and down.

"I'm tiiiirreeedddd," Kyle whined and made grabbing motions at Stan. He wanted to be held and told those heart warming words again. It would a good thing that they've been best friends for ever because Stan knew exactly what he wanted and took Kyle into his arms before kissing his forehead and whispering "I love you" like a chant that was only for Kyle to hear. It wasn't long till Kyle was knocked out and Stan was falling asleep just looking at him. Stan saw his phone light up with a text message from Kenny and decided to just see what the dirty blonde wants.

Slut (Kenny): Were you gentle ;)

Stan: Nope. I gave Kyle the best fuck of his life

Slut (Kenny): Oh thats good I'll make sure to tease him about it later I can ask Butters for his ass cream if you want

Stan: Butters has ass cream...?

Slut (Kenny): It helps sooth the asshole

Stan: Why the hell does Butters have ass cream Kenny?

Slut (Kenny):...secret ;0

Stan: YOU DID NOT!

Slut (Kenny): Oh but I did...several times to be exact I mean Craig and Tweek have done it as well so its not that weird...anyway! I'll see you at school tomorrow!

Stan: WHAT?!

Author's Notes: There's no excuse...I just didn't know how to end it and I'm still not satisfied with the ending sorry guys I didn't have any motivation and life was getting busy as well but that's not even a good excuse -.- It was disappointing I know...thank you to all who stuck with this story and all that had enough patience to keep reading and reviewing I really appreciate it guys * cries real tears * you guys are the best!

((That Bunny and that Creek tho...who would have expected it...ok so everyone probably expected it but like that doesn't matter let me feel all like I made it surprising or some shit))

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((just an FYI I'm working on a bonus Chapter for ya'll so even if it's over I want to apologize with a proper less rushed ending filled with other couples so look forward!))