IS THIS REAL LIFE?
Chapter Eleven
STAN'S P.O.V
I didn't even realize I was staring at Kyle until he turned around and gave me the look.
"What?" Kyle asked self-conciously.
"Huh? Nuthin'." I shook my head and cursed myself under my breath. Kyle watched me for a further few seconds before turning his chair back and continuing to scribble rapidly in his diary.
That was why I was staring. I was wondering if he was writing Chapter Two of his story. I was wondering if he was picturing me naked at that very moment. Which, at first, made me feel weird, but then it got me thinking about what Kyle would look like naked.
When he brought himself to my actual attention I had been slowly removing his pants with my eyes. Now that I thought back to what I was doing, I shivered and checked myself. I was not like that. This whole thing was a phase. I'd spent my whole life with Kyle, of course I'd have more than normal platonic felings for him.
But I wasn't gay. He was just my best friend.
Kyle stood and stretched, leaving his diary on the desk and heading for the bathroom before bed.
I dashed over and flipped to the page. Just a section on Kenny's new toys. Damn.
It's not that I had gay motives for it, it's just that...Knowing that Kyle thought about me in that way-maybe-made me feel wanted, something I hadn't felt since Wendy dumped me the year prior for some guy I didn't even know.
I heard that didn't work out. Oh well.
It kind of made me want to push my limits.
Without even thinking about it, I took of my shirt and pants and lay beneath the blankets, making sure I was all covered so Kyle wouldn't know until it was too late.
My teddy bear Kyle was stuffed roughly under my pillow. I grinned and propped it on my bedside table, where it continued to smile at me creepily.
I wondered briefly where little Stan was, but before I could investigate, I heard the sound of the flush, and snuggled deeper under the bankets.
KYLE'S P.O.V
I'd forgotten to take some P.J's to the bathroom with me, and after depositing clothes into the wash basket, I had no choice but to walk the hallway in just my shorts.
Luckily, Butters and Kenny were already in their room. I heard them laughing and playing with their new stuff. I knocked on the door and told them to quiet down, I was going to bed.
I knocked on my own door too and told Stan I was indecent so he could look away if he wished.
Then I entered.
Stan was snuggled under the blankets, so only his head was visible. I grinned and him and rooted in my top drawer for some clean P.J's, but there were none.
"You seen my pyjamas?"
"You put your last pair in the machine this morning."
"Shit!"
Stan grinned and rolled his eyes.
"Guess you're going to have to sleep in your shorts." He sighed, rolling over onto his side.
I blushed, glad he couldn't see me. His saying that reminded me of the papers Cartman left on my desk.
I sighed. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all, I'm sure!" Stan laughed.
I threw back the blanket.
To discover Stan's almost-totally-naked body in the bed.
He wasn't facing me, so he couldn't see my blush deepen. His skin was browning on his neck, but his back was milky white, contrasting brilliantly with his black boxer shorts. I squirmed a little, imagining our bodies, or bare skin, touching in the night, our hands caressing what we would never touch conciously...
I shook my head clear. I was starting to sound like a really corny romance novel. Stan and I had slept together like this a lot of times, ususally in a much smaller single bed. It wasn't like I hadn't seen him vulnerable before.
But this time seemed different. This time, as I slipped into bed beside him, my body buzzed with a weird electricity.
Stop it Kyle, My brain hissed. It's a phase.
I nodded to myself. Stan turned over to look me in the eyes, and my heart thumped a little harder as I struggled for words to say.
"Goodnight Kyle." Stan said, and tugged me into him to give me a huge bear hug.
STAN'S P.O.V
It was a spur-of-the-moment decision to hug Kyle.
His body was cooler than mine. Our skin touched pretty much everywhere, and it made my body tingle with a weird excitement.
"G-Goodnight, Stan." Kyle stammered, wriggling free from my grip. I let him go. His face and ears were the colour of the setting sun, and he hastened to cover as much of himself as possible.
I chuckled and rolled over. It wasn't long before I was drifting off to sleep, despite the waves of tension rolling off Kyle's body.
When I next woke, I was curled against Kyle's back, my face buried in his soft red curls. Our bodies were warm and a little moist against eachother, but I was so amazingly comfortable that I didn't want to move.
Instead, I nuzzled my face further into the mess of curls and pressed my body closer to Kyle's. Kyle stirred a little and murmured, and I stroked his cheek with my thumb, shushing him before closing my eyes and falling away...
In the morning, I awoke to find myself alone. I threw my arm to the other side of the bed and ran my fingers over the matress, searching for some remnant of warmth. There was none.
"Kyle!" I groaned. "Kyyyyyyylllee!"
"What, dumbass?" Kyle laughed, appearing in the doorway, still only in his underwear.
"Where were you?" I asked him sternly, and he laughed some more.
"You're such a freak."
It wasn't until later in the day that I remembered Kyle could potentially be crushing on me, or our embrace of the night before.
When I did remember, a warm feeling spread over my entire being, and I couldn't wait for night to fall
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
This chapter sucked balls. I'm sorry. I just needed that cuddle. That cuddle is central to the plot.