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KEVIN'S POV:

Stan had stayed over for the weekend. I couldn't believe it was already Monday. I finally get to use my catty comments on Kyle and Clyde.

Me and Stan woke up a few minutes apart. It gave me time to get dressed before he was aroused from his slumber due to the lack of his uke.

He always calls me that. Uke. Even in public. We aren't out to anyone but, with the way we act around each other, I don't know how anyone hasn't figured it out yet.

He wiped his eyes and stretched a little bit. He looked up and saw me leant against the bedroom door, arms folded, with a slight smile and a half serious stern look on my face.

"Hey, Kev. Why are you up so early?"

"It's not early Stan. It's normal time for school. 8:30. Now come on, lets go, we're gonna be late."

"Goddammit. Why can't I just stop time so I can sleep longer?"

"Because this isn't science-fiction, dummy. Now get dressed."

He stood up and didn't even try to cover his private area.

"Stan! For God's sake!" I said, blocking his genitals with my hands and turning my head away.

"Oh." He grabbed the blanket off my bed and pulled it over his lower section.

"I don't know why you're so jumpy about seeing me naked."

"There's sex time naked and there's normal time naked. Try and guess which one I prefer." I said, kissing him on the cheek as he gathered his clothes.

He walked into the bathroom and got changed. I heard a belt clink and a pair of pants get zipped up.

He walked out a few minutes later, dressed and ready for school. He picked up his backpack and ran down the stairs.

I followed him, picking up my shoulder bag on the way. He quickly got himself breakfast, an activity I had done half an hour earlier. He got up and grabbed my hand before leading me out the door.

He wasn't afraid to hold my hand in public. He had made up some story that he told to all his friends which allowed him to hold my hand without being ridiculed.

I don't know what he told them and I don't care. As long as I get to hold his hand.

"I hope we don't bump into Clyde and Kyle. I wanna wait until school starts to use my suggestive comments."

"Like what?"

"Well, I was gonna say how the teachers have been RIDING me to get this homework done."

"That's good, use that one."

We continued down the road and eventually got into school. We saw Cartman making out with Wendy as usual. I still have no idea how they got together. They fought for years and I'm pretty sure she tried to kill him at one point.

We walked past and ignored Cartman staring at us, obviously wanting nothing more than to yell "fags" as loud as he could. Luckily Wendy was pretty observant of Cartman and she slapped him across the back of his head.

I chuckled slightly, making sure Cartman didn't hear me. Stan gripped my hand tighter and pulled me along faster. I think he was worried Cartman would try something. We walked into class and sat down. I hate school but at least my desk is right next to Stan's.

I looked around the class and scanned for my targets. I saw Kyle sat next to Clyde, occasionaly sharing a smile and a seductive gaze. I couldn't wait for lunch. I started writing down some of the things I was going to say. I don't want to forget them. Stan looked at the writing and smirked.

He almost leaned in to kiss me but held himself back. I think he remembered the one time he "accidently" kissed me in public. One time was enough.

After 3 dreary hours of scribbling and absent-mindedly paying attention to the teacher, the bell rang. I got up and grabbed my bag, making sure I did it slowly so Stan could approach Clyde and Kyle.

"Oh, hey, Stan..." Clyde awkwardly uttered.

"Hey."

"Stan, about Saturday-"

"Don't talk about it. I'm trying to forget it ever happened."

"Yeah. Sorry."

I could feel the tension. It was painful. I walked up and grabbed Stan's hand, making him look at me and smile. I smiled back, knowing it would calm him down a little.

"Hey, guys. What's new with you?"

"Uh, not much." Clyde said, twiddling his thumbs.

"Can you believe this homework the teachers are giving us? They've just been RIDING us ever since we started getting good grades."

"How long, Stan?" Kyle said, angrily.

"What?"

"How long did it take you to tell Kevin?"

"Tell Kevin what?"

Kyle sighed and took a deep breath, trying to hold in whatever obscenity he wanted yell at Stan.

"Never mind."

We walked out of the class room, followed by Clyde and Kyle, who grabbed their bags on the way out.

Stan picked up his own bag as he went through the door. We saw Craig and Tweek walking side by side, with Tweek holding Craigs arm. They weren't out as gay but it sure looked like they were. Tweek's acted gay since fifth grade. Craig's never really showed an interest in anyone.

As I was about to open my mouth and make another innuendo, Stan stopped me.

"What's wrong, Stan?" He lifted his bag which he was carrying in front of his crotch and I could see the problem.

"Oh, for God's sakes, Stan." I sighed and put my hand on my head.

"Lead the way."

He grabbed my hand and told Clyde and Kyle that he would be back in a few minutes.

As he pushed open the doors to the football pitch, I darted my eyes from left to right and made sure there was no-one around.

He guided me up to a tree and began to unzip his pants.

When his cock poked out of his zip, I planted my mouth around it.

He moaned but covered his mouth to stop anyone hearing him. He had his hand on the back of my head and he was pushing me down further on his dick.

This wasn't going to take long.

I had only been sucking and licking his cock for a minute when he came. Most of it went in my mouth. A little bit of it dripped out of the side of my mouth and down my shirt. I tried wiping it off but it did nothing.

As I stood back up, Stan ran his hand across my cheek and kissed me gently.

"Thanks, Kev."

"Don't mention it, babe."

He zipped up his pants and I linked our arms together.

Just another day in school.