Chapter seven :3

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Kyle awoke to a extremely painful headache. Everywhere on his body ached, ever his face hurt. He hadn't realised yet that the warmth beneath him was actually Stan. Why was he in a cramped sleeping bag with his best friend when there was a spare right next to them. Kyle quietly slithered away from the sleeping raven, every move agonizing. When he was a fair distance away, he slipped a hand through his matted red locks, trying to figure out what had happened.

'I hope I didn't do anything completely idiotic...' He thought, looking up into the large oak tree which sheltered them both. Luckily it hadn't rained and all their things were salvaged.

Kyle knew that he had some asprin in his aid kit, but his jacket was thrown a few meters away on a branch. How it got there he had yet to figure out.

He hoisted himself up and out of the warmth of the sleeping bag, leaving his friend alone. Holding his head, he walked clumsily over to the located area of his jacket.

"Why the fuck is it so far away!" Kyle growled to himself in frustration of having to walk so far with a splitting headache. His sight was slightly blurred from the brightness of the morning sun as he reached out for the orange clothing, searching the pockets for his medi-kit. He was confused when he couldn't find it. A vague expression played on his face.

"It's not in there..." A groan emitted from the sleeping bag, Stan was looking directly at Kyle. A smile plastered on his face. He could see the pain his Jewish friend was in, and loved it since he wouldn't let Stan have much.

"It's in the bag." Stan pointed and watched every aching movement Kyle made, groans and moans emitting from his throat in pain. Once he retrieved the box, he grabbed what drink he had-which was water-then headed back for his sleeping bag.

"What are you smiling at..." He hissed as he sat down, ready to take the life saving pills. He could tell Kyle was super pissed off, but he brought it on himself. He popped the pills into his mouth and took a large amount of water in his mouth, swallowing quickly to rid the vile taste.

Stan was really looking forward to totally destroying every inch of manliness in Kyle.

Meanwhile at camp, Wendy paced the area, a worried expression on her face. She was biting her lip, she had never meant for Stan to be this angry with her at all. She just wanted to...put him in his place. "Bebe...Why did my Stan run off with that slut!" She pounded her fist against the stump of a tree, hurting her knuckles more than the wood.

"Calm down Wendy. They probably just didn't want to do the dare." The blonde reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Wendy was angry, if Bebe thought that would calm her down, she had another thing coming.

"Shut up Bebe! How would you like it if your boyfriend ran off with another guy?" She blurted out,throwing a hand across her mouth, trying to cover up what she had just said. Wendy didn't want to offend Bebe in anyway, but it was obviously too late.

"It did happen Wendy..." Her eyes half lidded as tear droplets formed in the corners of her azure eyes. She turned from her best friend and left her to deal with her own problems. Wendy watched as Bebe walked off, she didn't run off often without shouting about it. The dark haired girls eyes widened, did Stan feel like Bebe when she shouted at him? She had to find Stan and apologise, to get their relationship back on track. And she had a plan of action. But first she had to deal with Bebe.

"Wendy?" Kenny appeared out of the old tent which he and Butters shared, he saw the passion in her eyes and knew straight away she was up to something. Wendy turned her head to look at the poor boy, she didn't have time for this.

"What kenny?" She asked, a sigh in her tone and a vague expression on her face. Kenny walked up to her and smiled in a friendly way, having devious plans of his own. He knew that if she found Stan , then all hope for Stan and Kyle having a relationship would be over.

"Well...If it's okay with you, I would like to help you look for Stan. I'm really worried too." kenny spoke, furrowing his brows and hoping that h could lead her off their trail, though he did not know himself where the two friends where exactly.

"...I guess." She spoke hesitantly, trying to figure out what Kenny was really up too, he never offered to do anything for her. Kenny nodded and crawled back into the tent to check on Butters. Fortunately he was still asleep, as much as he wanted to stay here he couldn't. The dirty blond laid a soothing hand on his boyfriends forehead, his temperature had almost gone. But not totally.

"Stan. How did I get all these cuts?" Kyle asked, pointing to his legs. His headache had gone down a lot, surprisingly the asprin worked quickly and efficiently. Stan looked up from the ground he was gazing into and looked Kyle up and down.

"Oh, well you were being an idiot." He spoke bluntly and smiled cheekily, Kyle crossed his arms and huffed.

"Figures." He chuckled and winced in pain, every movement still hurt due to all the cuts and grazes. Stan looked at him with concerned eyes, before not thinking how much pain Kyle was really in. He crawled over to the red head and sat tightly beside him. They sat like this for a few moments, Kyle wondering what was going through Stan's confusing mind.

"Do you know what else you what else you said last night." He spoke, glancing at Kyle from the corner of his eyes. Kyle shook his head and rubbed the back of his head, he couldn't remember much from that night really.

"You dared me to suck your dick dude." Stan watched as Kyle's eyes widened and his face turned beet, he hid his adoring face behind his hands. Making sure Stan couldn't see him embarrassment. Unfortunately for Kyle, Stan burst out laughing, holding his side. Kyle's expression was priceless.

That was when Stan decided to take it up a notch, and really make the little Jew embarrassed.

" I guess a dare is a dare..." He spoke in a mono tone, hovering over his best friend. Kyle couldn't speak, he was speechless. All he could do was protest slightly to the thought, reminding Stan that he was straight and had a girlfriend. Kyle's protests hadn't worked and he was soon attacked by his much stronger friend. Pinning him down by his arms. Stan so desperately wanted to lean in and kiss the smaller boy, but resisted his urges. Knowing that if he made one wrong move, he could ruin everything.

"Get off! You're heavy!" Kyle grunted from beneath the hovering body, struggling to get out of the tightening grip. The raven smirked playfully and ran a hand through the Jew's curly hair, pulling slightly causing his face to contort slightly. Stan quite enjoyed this, seeing how it finally stopped Kyle's groaning beneath him.

"S-Stan..." This groan was much more sensual. Almost like an erotic moan. 'Shit...Is he enjoying this!' Stan thought, tugging a little harder and messaging his scalp. Kyle's eyes closed and his tense muscles relaxed underneath the raven haired teen.

"Ky. You're such a girl" He muttered and stopped fondling his curly locks, Kyle gave a grunt in protest and half lidded his eyes. Stan, still straddling the smaller male, looked down at his limp body.

"Fuck off..." Kyle sneered and attempted to push Stan's weight off of him, but he was once again unsuccessful. Stan glided his hands over Kyle's shoulders and smirked, Kyle knew that had to be a bad sign. Pushing him down again, Stan's hands explored Kyle. When he was finished with fondling, he turned 180 degrees so his back was facing Kyle instead of his face.

"I said fuck off!" The red head squirmed, not kidding this time, he was getting seriously pissed at Stan.

"Shut up Ky." Stan snickered, making sure that the Jew couldn't get away. He unbuttoned the first one, hands shaking slightly in anticipation. He knew that he couldn't really give Kyle a blow job. Not yet anyway. He just wanted to mess around for a bit.

Stan unzipped the pants and pulled them off of Kyle's creamy legs, almost hairless too. He could feel his arousal growing in his pants, he hoped Kyle wouldn't notice. Or maybe he wanted him too.

Stan had noticed Kyle had grown quiet, which was weird for the red head. Stan turned his body slightly to look back at his friend who was watching him with calm eyes.

"What." Kyle asked, now refusing to make eye contact with the raven. A blush growing on his cheeks.
"Weren't you about to give me the best blowjob of my life?" Kyle pursed, waiting anxiously for Stan to carry on. Stan chuckled lightly and ran a gentle hand down the red heads thigh, teasing him slightly.

"Impatient aren't we?" Stan swivelled his body fully around so he was facing Kyle again, this time he lifted the hem of his shirt up, Kyle deeply protested against this. 'What the fuck is he doing!' The red head thought, eyes widening up at Stan for him to stop.

"P-Please Stan don't..." He began to plea, slight tears forming in the corners of his emerald eyes. Stan noticed this and stopped, he totally forgot about Kyle's self esteem. He felt like a complete bastard if that. Stan stopped and smiled down with guilt, an apologetic expression.

"Sorry...I forgot Ky." His head fell, bangs covering his eyes. He sometimes wondered why Kyle had these issues. He had a perfect body in Stan's eyes, he had creamy skin and a slim body. He desired it so much. Much more than Kyle did. He needed to convince Kyle that he was hot. Sexy. And cute.

Stan hadn't really seen Kyle's body that day in the showers, to be honest he only saw a slight glimpse of his front.

Kyle was facing side ways, limp on the floor. He looked as if had given up struggling by now, an awkward silence filled the air. Which to Stan, had never happened. There was never an awkward moment between the pair. But now, there was. "I'm such an asshole..." Anger building up inside, Stan slammed his hands down at either side of the grass beside Kyle's head. Kyle looked up quickly to see Stan's angry expression. Not angry. Frustrated. Like he needed to let something out. Kyle had no clue what it was.

"You're not an asshole Stan. I just am a bit fucked up okay." Kyle reassured him by running a gentle hand through his dark locks, knowing how great and comforting the feeling was when he was on the receiving end. Stan's arms became weak and his body was pressed firmly against his super best friends. Resting in the crook of Kyle's neck, finding comfort there.

He smiled and enjoyed this position. Knowing Kyle did too.

"Kenny, you're leading us astray!" Wendy moaned, glaring at the dirty blond who held a map in his hands. Fortunately Wendy didn't know that Kenny didn't have a clue how to read a map, for all he knew they could be miles away from the pair. He prayed they wouldn't meet.

"No. It's a little further, that is the third nearest spot where they could have set up a camp." Kenny pointed out, sounding like a real geologist. Like Stan's dad. Kenny reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell, seeing a small message icon on the top of the screen. He opened it up and smiled. It was from Butters.

'Hey Kenny. Where are you? I woke up and I was all alone. Call me when you get this, I miss you so much. Butters x'

"Cells don't work in the forest dumbass." Wendy hissed and continued her trail, Kenny lagging slightly behind, replying to his needy boyfriend. He wasn't about to tell Wendy that his cell could get signal. His network was great for it.

"I know..." He replied, typing quickly.

'I'm trying to lure Wendy away from Stan and Kyle hun. I'll be back soon so I can have you all to myself. Mis you too. Go and hang out with Tweek for a bit. Love you. Kenny x'

He pressed send and smiled to himself again, running back towards Wendy who was scouting the area. In hope of a sign of Stan...

Stan lifted his head slightly and gazed into Kyle's eyes for a moment, Kyle had a look in his eyes. An unexplainable one, it was almost as if he was asking him something. Stan felt his heart beat 100 times faster than usual, he looked at Kyle's smooth lips which were perfect and oh so kissable.

Kyle too felt an unusual sensation in his body, he could see Stan's eyes peering right into him. Kyle ran a hand over his cheek, brushing it lightly to see if he had assumed that the feeling was what he had thought. 'Am I...in love with Stan?...I'm not sure...Am I?' Kyle's eyes widened slightly as realisation hit him on the head. Hard. He was in love and hadn't noticed. He had always had a weird feeling inside him but never could explain it. Having a situation like this made him understood fully. Seeing how upset Stan could get over him. He cared. And Kyle wanted to show his appreciation. He needed to confirm his feeling.

"Stan. Your eyes are really pretty." Kyle muttered softly, gazing into the piercing colour before grabbing a hold of Stan's hair and pulling him down. Smashing their lips together. Stan moaned in pure delight. He really hadn't expected that at all. Kyle ran his arms around the ravens neck, pulling him in deeper. If it had been any other moment he wouldn't have dared to do it, it just felt right. Stan began to respond, licking his lips slightly, asking for entrance into his mouth. Kyle parted his lips and Stan's tongue darted in, though the red head wasn't so happy with all the dominating Stan was doing. He fought well, tangling tongues, grinding lips and biting lips.

After a while, both broke for air. Lips battered and bruised. Saliva running across their lips.

"Fuck Kyle..." Was all Stan could manage due to the shock of the event. The Jew didn't let his grip on Stan fail, he wanted more. The kiss wasn't filling enough, it didn't totally confirm his feelings. Most of them but not all. He moaned beneath Stan and begged for more, The dark haired teen ran a finger across Kyle's lips and smiled.

"Wait...So where does this...take us?" Stan asked, furrowing his brows in wonder. Then it hit him. Wendy Testaburger. He was in a relationship still.

"I'm not sure...Since...Wendy..." Kyle muttered against Stan's finger which was still pressed firmly against his lips. They both sat silent, knowing that they had to do something. Stan knew he couldn't go out with Kyle when he was with Wendy, that would just make Kyle feel like a side plate.

"Ky. Why did you..k-kiss me?" Stan questioned, he wanted to make sure that Kyle had a reason that would help him. Not just for an experiment. No one spoke again for a few minutes, Kyle was trying hard to come up with an actual reason. He was experimenting. Experimenting his feelings for Stan, would that make him angry?.

"I-I wanted to confirm my feelings... I mean...I was confused..." Kyle stuttered slightly, fidgeting beneath Stan and averting all eye contact.

Stan wasn't mad, he was just relieved that Kyle was just confirming what he felt, and that he felt it before the kiss.

"Good..." He smiled down at Kyle and took his finger away, Gesturing he was ready for another kiss to give Kyle what he wanted. Stan ran a hand over the redheads band aid which was covering a deep cut on his face. Kyle winced slightly at the painful touch, but soon found it soothing and comforting. They both completely forgot about Wendy and the future of their relationship as they gently kissed again, smiling into the embrace.

Stan couldn't believe it. Kyle felt the same. And he didn't even make the first move. He was finally ready for a new and happy relationship. One without Wendy.

Short chapter because I wanted to update :3 But I'll make the next one much much longer! Promise!

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