Wow...I need to update more...Sorry for the wait...I've had writers block T-T
Anyway, enjoy chapter 3, and thanks for the reviews :3
"Wow, thanks dude. This should get me threw tonight" Kenny joked and opened the magazine, flicking through the pages, a perverted grin on his lips.
"Is that enough then?" the red head hoped that it was since he didn't have much else to offer. Kenny didn't take his eyes off of the pages and nodded.
"Plenty. Well let's get to it then. Just one small question Kyle." Kenny closed the pages and looked up into his green eyes, a serious tone about his voice. Kyle shrugged and told him to go ahead.
"Why are you doing this all for Stan?" Kyle stood there in silence, he knew why, but wasn't sure exactly if pissing Wendy off was the only reason any more.
There was a long silence between the two friends. Neither taking eye contact from the floor. Kenny was beginning to feel the tense atmosphere grow around the pair. IT was thick enough to cut with a knife. The silence was broken by an apologetic voice.
"Sorry Kyle. Don't answer that." Kenny shook his head. He knew Kyle was sensitive about things like relationships. He had hit a very touchy spot. Kenny waited patiently for an answer, but Kyle didn't have one. He thought he did. But knew it wasn't right. Not at all.
"Kenny. Why am I doing this?" Kyle asked, a whimper almost taking over his breaking voice. He wasn't manly at all but Kyle wanted to keep up a little standard. He stood, knuckles turning white from how tight he was clenching. Kenny had the answer. But he wanted Kyle to figure this out alone.
"You'll figure out soon enough Ky." Kenny comforted him. He hadn't much else to say. All he could do was help Kyle convince Bebe and Wendy. He couldn't interfere much more than that.
"Kenny! Tell me if you know!" Kyle hissed at his best friend, who retaliated by shaking his head. This was as hard for Kenny as it was for Kyle. Not being able to tell him straight out what was wrong.
"I-I thought we trusted each other." The red head muttered under his breath. Bangs falling across his eyes, sheltering the pain in his face. Kenny stood and proceeded to Kyle. But Kyle stepped away. He didn't want to be hugged by someone who mistreated him. Kenny was hurt. All he wanted to do was protect and care for Kyle, but these signs told him otherwise.
"We do Kyle. That's why I'm not interfering." The blonde stated bluntly, holding his arms out to his friend. In gesture of a hug. But Kyle gave him a long hard glare. He wanted to know. Know why he would put himself out for his average friend Stan. Kenny couldn't hack it any more. He tightly embraced Kyle from behind and fought the battle which Kyle was giving.
"Kyle. I'm helping you as much as I can. But-" Kenny stopped as he felt teeth bite deep into his arm. Kyle was biting him. To get free.
"The fuck man!" Kenny let go and glanced at his arm which was bleeding quite bad. Kyle had a strong bite. And he was stronger than he looked.
Kyle's state of anger suppressed as he saw the wound upon Kenny's arm. His eyes widened and shock set upon him. This wasn't like him at all. He headed over to the blonde and had guilt written all over his face. "I'm so sorry Ken.!" Kyle panicked and looked around the room for something to help soothe the cut. As Kyle searched Kenny let out a small chuckle, making Kyle stop.
"Kyle. It's okay. I'm sure it will heal." He rubbed the wound softly, trying to clear the oozing blood away from the cut. Kyle held his head in between his hands.
"I said it's okay." Kenny stated again.
"Kenny. I fucking bit you. How are you okay." Kyle remembered he had a packet of paracetamol in the bag from the store. He wanted to help some how. He reached down gently and pulled out the pills from the bag.
"Here. They should help the pain a little." Kyle popped out two of the cream pills and watched as Kenny took them dry. Without the help of a liquid substance.
"Thanks. We should head to Bebe's soon." Kenny spoke and winced at the pain as Kyle gently leaned into the small male. He laid his head in the crook of Kenny's neck. To Kenny he reminded him of an adoring cat, trying to give a gesture of forgiveness. Kenny had to admit he looked rather cute in his arms.
"Sorry Ken. Again." Kyle's apology was muffled, though Kenny heard him loud and clear. The blonde held his arms around his friend and rubbed circles into his back. They stayed like this for about fifteen minutes before sitting up. Kenny could feel a small amount of dampness on his shoulder, he had guessed Kyle had let out a few tears on him, and he hadn't even noticed.
"Ready hun?" Kenny ran a hand through his tamed yet still wavy red locks. Just like Stan had when he was around before. Kyle winced slightly at the touch and Kenny withdrew his hand quickly, knowing not to over step the boundaries.
"Y-Yeah." Kyle nodded and let a small smiled take over his lips. He was ready to face Bebe, get this over with and find out what was running through his over loaded brain. He stood up and waited for Kenny to dress appropriately before heading out to Bebe's house.
On the way they chatted. Not about anything specific, but about general things like video games and friends. Kenny was glad he was able to cheer up his Jewish friend with a bit of practical humour.
"No way Kenny. That couldn't have happened at a drive through" Kyle spoke through his playful giggles. Kenny nodded and chuckled along.
"It did I swear!" Kenny nodded and threw a friendly arm around Kyle's shoulder. They hadn't been like this for years. It was some kind of break through. Kyle and Kenny's relationship was more perverted than what this seemed. But Kenny preferred this friendship much more. They were able to get close without having that aura of sexual tension surrounding them both.
They still joked as they arrived at Bebe's house. Kyle felt happy. He was ready for this. Ready to perform his part if the bargain. Kenny looked concerned at Kyle, hoping he was dealing with this alright. By the look of the smile on his face, he was ready. He knocked and waited. Shoving his hands into his pockets nervously. It was normal to feel some nerves, he was going to kiss a guy in front of one of the hottest girls in their school. Kyle felt all the nerves come back to him all at once as he heard the door open.
"Hey Kenny...Kyle." She gave Kyle a small glare of hatred before inviting them in the house, she showed them into the living room then headed for the kitchen, getting drinks for the pair. She came back within minutes, three glasses of orange juice on a plate. Kenny took his first then Kyle, who looked down at his suspiciously, wondering if she had put poison in it. Deciding against risking the fate of death, he left the juice alone and waited for Bebe to speak. And she did.
"Boys. Well. Where is my evidence?" The bright blond stuck her hand out, hoping for a photo or some kind of material object. Kenny and Kyle shrugged at each other and then at Bebe.
"We don't have actual evidence that we kissed. But we have something much much better in store." Kenny spoke in a perverted voice, taking a hold of Kyle and bringing him in close. He knew this couldn't end up all happy.
"NO! I need evidence so Wendy can see" She stopped them as their lips almost met. Her voice almost sounded like a plea.
"But You'll just bribe us." Kyle stated bluntly and Bebe took her head into her hands. She looked like she was overloaded with the pressure of Wendy's command.
"That's it! I'm calling Wendy." She turned away from the pair and pulled out her cell, her fuses about to blow. She couldn't hack the pair kissing in front of her, after Kyle had cheated on her with him. She held the phone to her ear and waited for Wendy to answer.
"Wendy! I can't do this!" Bebe confessed down the phone, her tone seemed almost like a whimper or a call for help. The males looked at her in confusion. She wanted evidence didn't she.
"Calm down Bebe. What's wrong" Wendy spoke on the other end of the phone.
"Why can't you do this? It's your plan..." Bebe had a faint brush of tears in her eyes, wiping them with the cuff of her sleeve.
"Bebe. You are useless." Wendy was silent for moments, along with Bebe.
"I'm coming over." Bebe nodded and answered with a mumbled okay. She looked like she had a lot of things going on her mind. Like she needed a friend.
"Bebe?" Kyle asked in a soft voice, but she didn't answer. She just sat In silence, obviously waiting. Kyle and Kenny had no idea about Wendy's soon to be presence. Kenny shook his head and Kyle listened. He knew Kenny also had the right ideas.
"Kyle. I hate you." Bebe mumbled into her hands. But Kyle heard her. He felt terrible not being able to comfort her. He knew she would never forgive him for his cruel acts.
"I'm sorry." The red head sat waiting, sitting close to Kenny for support, he didn't know everything would complicate like this. He just wanted to get it over and done with. Kenny leaned over to Kyle and whispered sweetly in his ear 'Listen Ky. After this we can get ready for the trip then talk if you'd like.' Kyle shook his head. He just wanted to go to bed and sleep this off. He smiled at Kenny thanking him for the offer but declining it sweetly. Suddenly a knock on the door alerted everyone. It was Wendy.
Bebe greeted her in and took her seat back on the couch, hands on her head. Kyle was still worried slightly about her. She looked miserable. "I'm here, so what now?" Bebe looked angry, she had obviously been interrupted from her date with Stan to watch two guys kiss.
"They don't have a photo..." Bebe mumbled under her breathe and Wendy snorted, rolling her eyes.
"Kiss in front of us then dorks." Wendy tapped her foot, patience growing weak. Kyle sat, his nerves making him feel sick. He couldn't do it. He was about to run, before he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Kenny took the boy in his arms and kissed him softly, only for a few seconds. Wendy had a smirk on her face.
"Fine Kyle. I allow Stan to do what he wants tomorrow. And for the whole week." Wendy spoke in an up tight voice. She was looking down on Kyle. Not physically, but mentally. He had received what he came for, but felt like the lowest of the low.
"Thanks." He grumbled and grabbed Kenny, taking a quick look at Bebe before leaving the house, cold hitting his face. Kyle was ready to go home.
When he arrived home he was greeted by his rather angry mother who rambled on at him. He didn't concentrate on her much. He couldn't. "I was so worried! You know what, you're not joining in on our family fun night Kyle. Go straight to your room!" Sheila yelled in his usual squeaky voice. Kyle shrugged and headed up stairs. He was happy enough to retreat to his warm bed.
He could hear every one laughing down stairs, he hated family fun night, Especially since it involved a dreidal half the time. 'I'm happy enough to just lay here.' Kyle snuggled into his pillowed and inhaled the aromatic smell which was covering it. 'Stan...' He thought. He didn't think much of it. He felt like he was drifting away from Stan. He needed to talk to him.
Kyle picked up his cell and began texting.
'Stan. I really need to talk to you. Please call me if you're not with Wendy. :)
Love you bro ' Kyle pressed send and laid his cell near his head, awaiting that important call. He stared at his phone for what seemed forever, no call. 'must be with Wendy' Kyle sighed and waited a little longer before being interrupted by the door creaking open. He didn't bother looking, only mumbling. "Go away."
"Kyle?" It was Ike. He looked concerned which was unusual for him. Especially to be concerned Kyle wiped his eyes quickly, he had small tears in the corner of his emerald eyes. He didn't want to look feminine in front of his brother, he was supposed to be his idol.
"Hey Ike." Kyle didn't look at him, just stared at the ceiling, leaving all thoughts to listen to his brother. Ike walked in and sat on the edge of Kyle's bed. He could sense the tension in the air and how sad Kyle seemed. Kyle put on a pretend smile for Ike and yawned.
"I'm tired dude. What do you want?" He moaned under his breathe, he really was tired, yet he was waiting for Stan to call.
"Kyle...Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm good." Kyle smiled and grabbed his brother, pulling him into a small head lock. He wanted to give a sense of happiness and security to his brother. He didn't want him to get involved in his misery.
"Kyle!" Ike laughed as he playfully pushed Kyle away from him. He knew something was up still but decided not to press on.
"That's good to hear. I'm glad you're okay." Ike smiled up at the red head. Kyle felt bad, he hadn't really spent much time with his brother lately, due to Stan, Kenny and Bebe.
"Could we go out tomorrow before you go camping?" Ike obviously had felt mutal to Kyle's feelings. Kyle nodded and punched his brother playfully in the arm. Ike rubbed his arm and took the hint, Kyle wanted him to leave. He watched as his brother left quickly and turned the light out. Kyle laid back and looked at his phone, reading no new messages. He sighed and decided to give up for the night. He would deal with it all another day. His eyes soon closed and he drifted off in a matter of minutes. Falling into a deep sleep.
"Kyle, We should do this more often" Stan smiled down at his peaceful friend. Kyle nodded and tucked his neck deeper into the crook of Stan's neck. It was comfortable for him. He felt safe. Stan began to run his hand over Kyle's dainty back, feeling every bump and scar. He had his shirt off and Stan's hand felt warm and delightful over his pale skin.
"Stan. That feels nice." Kyle moaned and snuggled deeper into his neck. He could smell that sensual smell that drove Kyle mad. Stan's scent. Stan carried on with his activities, this time brushing his fingers gently over Kyle's sensitive neck, shivering at the touch.
"Ky. Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice husky and romantic. Kyle's eyes gazed into the dark orbs that belonged to Stan. Stan lifted Kyle's chin up with his finger and smiled slightly. Kyle felt content. He was with his friend. Sharing every moment he could with him. Stan quickly met Kyle's lips with his own. Moaning into the delightful sensation. They broke the kiss and Stan laid small kisses against Kyles cheeks, then nose, then forehead.
Kyle woke up in a fright. He knew he had a dream but couldn't re call it. He looked at the clock and read the time. 3.25. Kyle ran a hand into his looks and sighed deeply. He could recall Stan being in his dream. And Stan touching him which wasn't weird at all. They shared a meaningful relationship. That's when Kyle remembered it. The kiss. His hand ran to his lips and touched them softly. 'what a strange dream' Kyle shook his head and laughed a little. It didn't mean anything. He just had Stan on the brain at the moment.
He looked at his phone, he had a new message.
'Hey Ky. I'm sorry I can't call, Wendy's here. But we can talk tomorrow.
Love you to bro'
He closed his phone and laid back on his pillow again. This time relaxing more, knowing he and Stan could talk tomorrow. He closed his eyes again. Drifting into a light sleep again. Not worrying of his unusual dream.
It was 9.00 when Kyle awoke. His emerald eyes glaring at the sun, beaming in on his face. He could hear a few voices downstairs. He expected it to be his mom and her friends. Kyle only realised he had slept in his clothes, he had been so wrapped up in everything he forgot to change. He shrugged and headed for the a bath. He felt like he needed a refreshment to clear his mind.
"Wide awake my mistake so predictable" Kyle began to sing as he stripped from his clothes, turning on the taps to fill the bath and looking at his mess of hair in the mirror.
"You were fake I was great nothing personal" He shrugged and jumped into the warm tub once it was filled with luke warm water, it felt calming over his pale skin.
"I'm walking, who's laughing now" He sang a little louder, Grabbing the shampoo and rubbing it into his wavy red locks.
Meanwhile, downstairs Sheila could hear movements from Kyle's bedroom. Stan was waiting with her, not wanting to disturb Kyle in his time of slumber. "Sounds like my bubbie is awake. Go see him Stan. I don't think he wants to see me right now." Sheila confessed, sipping her morning coffee, Stan shrugged and put his cup down. He didn't need to be told twice.
"Sure Mrs Broflovski" He saluted and walked up stairs, happy to oblige. Stan was worried about Kyle, something was bothering him and he had to know what. He reached Kyle's room and knocked gently on the door. Not hearing an answer, he opened the door, and gazed around the empty room wondering where his friend could be, he shrugged and sat on the edge of his bed, feeling the warmth of it. 'Kyle must have only just got up.' Stan then heard something that made him laugh.
"I'm gonna break your little heart in two!" Kyle sung from inside the bathroom. Stan walked over to the bathroom door and listened to his sweet singing. He had a large grin on his lips. He had never really heard Kyle sing much, and he had to admit, he was quite good. Knowing Kyle would be cool with him going to in, he reached for the handle and twisted it. He obviously had forgotten to lock it. 'typical, leaving himself so open and vulnerable.' Stan snorted and opened the door calmly, taking note of his friends looks right now. His bangs fell over his closed lids. His hair looked straight when it was wet and more of a brown or chocolate colour. Kyle was still singing to himself quietly, not noticing the intruder.
"Ky?" Stan coughed and grabbed his attention, Kyle's eyes opened and averted to his best friend. Standing, watching him bathing. Kyle could feel a beet colour sinking into his cheeks. He sunk lower into the water to hide his chest and shoulders. His elongated legs still clearly visible.
"The fuck dude! I'm naked for god sake!" Kyle pointed to the door, wanting Stan to leave, right now. He didn't want Stan to see him unless he was modestly dressed.
"Oh Ky. I've seen it all before, remember." In fact, Kyle did remember and blushed even more. It was a few years ago in the locker room showers. Kyle never liked showering when people were around so always waited for everyone to leave. Not to his knowledge, Stan had also stayed behind for a shower and caught Kyle showering, his body lathered in shampoo. When he found out Stan had seen him he had never been comfortable showing his naked body.
"Shut up.." Kyle sunk lower, well as low as possible anyway. Stan smiled and took a seat on the edge of the tub, playing with some of the bubbles, floating on the luke warm water. Kyle sat there, not enjoying this awkward occasion at all. That was until Stan spoke up.
"What did you want to talk about last night?" He began. His eyes never leaving contact with the bubbles. Kyle shrugged and looked up at his friend who didn't even look back. He didn't really know how to start. Break up with Wendy? Stop spending time with Wendy? Don't be an ass hole? Kyle liked the last one.
"Do I need an excuse to talk to my best friend Stan?" The red head spoke in a firm tone, getting Stan's attention. He could hear a slight tone of spite in his voice. Was he angry with Stan. Stan's dark eyes gazed into Kyle's green orbs. He shook his head, agreeing. He shouldn't need an excuse, it was just the text sounded urgent.
"Is something up dude?" Stan asked, he was concerned. Kyle seemed different, in good ways and bad ways. He leaned close to his friend wanting him to confide in him. He wanted to feel like a good best-friend.
"Listen Ky. Just tell me. I promise I'll do my best to help you out." Stan took a hold of Kyle's shoulder which was currently bellow the water. Kyle felt the touch and loved it. He felt closer to Stan when he touched him like this. Or held him when he was upset.
"It's just, I have a lot of things playing in my head right now." Kyle spoke softly, trusting his friend fully. He knew he could trust Stan.
"Like?"
"Like, you. And Other people. Oh and fucking Kenny." Stan nodded as Kyle explained. He really didn't understand what Kyle was going on about, and Kyle was going way to deep over his head as he explained how he messed up his head was right now.
"Kyle. You need to stop worrying. Think after we have been on the camping trip. Remember, this will be our bonding week." Stan smiled gleefully and ruffled Kyle's wet auburn hair. Kyle in return growled under his breath and splashed Stan slightly, leaving small marks from the water droplets. Stan chuckled and pointed at Kyle.
"It's on Broflovski!" He announced.
"Good, we'll settle it when we go camping Marsh" Kyle retorted, splashing him again. Stan loved times like these, where the both of them could joke around with each other without any interruptions. Kyle grabbed the conditioner off of the side and squirted a small amount on his hand, rubbing into his scalp gently. Stan watched, his hands kneading and tangling through his wild hair, he still had wavy hair and it was tangling.
"Stan, could you get my comb?" Kyle asked, gasping as he pulled a knot hard. He hated how his hair tangled so easily. He wished he had normal straight hair and not a mini Afro. Stan obliged and retrieved the comb, from the side, not handing it to Kyle. Instead he began to brush the messy locks, which was Kyle's hair. Kyle didn't mind. He struggled with his hair sometimes and it helped with someone brushing it for him. Kyle was now sat up, showing the top of his chest and his soft cream back.
Stan watched Kyle's expressions as he brushed his hair. The raven was thinking as he did so. He was thinking of what to say to Kyle. He needed to tell Kyle the biggest secret of his life.
But how would he reveal it?
Okay, sorry for the delay on the update D: Don't eat me!
Anyway, yes there will be some Bunny action later on just to warn you ;)
Chapter four on its way soon! Review and enjoy!