A/N: Hey, crusaders. Thank you for your reviews. I love some of the reactions! I don't even know where the middle section of this came from... my head is too dirty at the moment.

I Love You

Clyde opened his eyes wide in alarm as he felt a set of lips on him that really shouldn't have been there. He gasped and forcefully shoved Token back, gaping at him. "Token!"

Token leaned forward again. "What is it?"

Clyde scrambled off the sofa and stood with his hand on his overheating forehead. "What - What the fuck, dude?" he shouted. "Why did you do that!?"

Token chuckled lightly. "Relax, Clyde."

"Relax! Don't tell me to relax!" He ran his hand through his hair, pulling at the messy strands in desperation. "You just kissed me." He shook his head, not being able to process it. "Why?"

Token stood up and tried to reach his arm out to Clyde, but was hastily jerked away from. "I just wanted to help make you feel better..."

Clyde glared. "Cut the crap, Token. How would that help?"

Token shrugged. "Maybe if you kissed another guy then you'd realise you didn't love Kevin as much as you thought."

"And you were prepared to kiss me to do that, even though you're straight and sound ridiculous."

"Well I'm not a homophobic asshole like you think I am! And everyone seems to be saying it! Craig hates me, I don't think Stan's much better and you're here getting at me when Kevin's the one that has hurt you!" He clenched his fists by his sides. "Now I'm sorry that I'm not dealing with things the perfect way you want me to, and I'm sorry for the way I acted, but this is all so sudden! I don't even know what I'm doing..."

"You're being a dick, that's what you're doing."

"I'm trying!"

"By kissing me to prove I don't love Kevin. How is that trying? Why... Why couldn't you just have been there for me? Rather than trying to help me get over it in that insane way, you could have just sat with me, played some X-Box or whatever."

"Do you want to do that now?"

"No, I want to leave." Clyde pushed past Token. "I'm leaving."

Token cursed and sank back down on the sofa.

Clyde wanted to be alone for the rest of the night. He wanted to reflect on what had happened and be miserable about it. He didn't want to think about any of Token's reasons or feel any understanding with the boy, not now. He lay on his bed, extending his arm and letting a basketball jump into the air, bending his arm as he brought it back down. He stared at his ceiling and thought of nothing, allowing no distractions. He stayed in this state until there was a hesitant knock at his door.

He knew that knock.

He shot up and stared at the door as it opened, standing by his bed.

The voice spoke tentatively. "Hello, Clyde."

Clyde hated the urge in his stomach to run over and hug Kevin, forcing love on him and holding him close. He swallowed to try and clear his dry throat. "Kevin... What are you doing here? How did you... get out? Is everything alright?"

Kevin nodded. "Yes, it's all fine... good actually." He bit his lip. "Dad came back and gave me his blessing along with my freedom back. It's a positive step."

Clyde couldn't help smiling slightly. "I'm happy to hear that."

"Yeah, it's good."

Clyde ran his hand through his hair. "So is there a reason you came over?" He glanced over to his bed where a few items of clothing were bundled on one of the pillows. He cringed. "Did you want your shirts back? Because I can wash them first."

Kevin shook his head urgently and stepped forward, then remembered he should probably give Clyde space and stopped. "Oh, God, no! NO! I actually came because... I want you back." He blushed. "I know you have every reason to throw me out and scream at me."

Clyde stared at him in silence, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. "You... you what?"

Kevin did draw closer to Clyde that time. "I've been an absolute stupid fool. I can't believe I let you go. I need you Clyde." He reached out his hand hesitantly for the Jock's cheek. "I thought you'd do better without me, but I was wrong. And I don't want to be without you."

Clyde choked back a tear and held Kevin's hand tenderly. "D-Do you really mean all this? You have to tell me you're being deadly serious."

Kevin nodded. "I love you, and that's all that matters."

Clyde smiled. "I love you too." He wrapped his arms around Kevin and hugged him close. "Don't ever think that you need to do that to help me."

Kevin lay his head on Clyde's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Let's not be sorry. Let's just be happy."

"Okay."

Clyde pulled out of the hug and bit his lip, looking nervously in Kevin's eyes. "Token tried to kiss me." He was not prepared to keep a secret that big from Kevin, not when withholding it would probably cause more problems than releasing it.

Kevin gasped and frowned in confusion. "That's - uh - what? Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

"I think he has two currently... two or three."

Is he just very confused about your gender?

"I think he thought it might help me get over you..." Clyde shook his head. "I don't want to get over you."

Kevin wrapped his hands around Clyde's neck. "I don't want you to either... Do you want to get the taste of Token out of your mouth?"

Clyde smirked and grabbed Kevin's waist, pulling him closer once again. "With pleasure."

Kevin sighed and kissed Clyde happily, shocked at how the action emphasised how much he'd missed it. Just a simple kiss was more than he thought he would ever get again, or believed he deserved. He knew with all his heart that this action felt perfect, and being without it in that moment seemed unthinkable. He continued with the kiss, taking it deeper and keeping Clyde close, until he remembered something that made him pull away and grin.

"What?" whined Clyde, not happy by the sudden change.

"I've just remembered something!"

"...What?"

Kevin let go of Clyde and walked out of the room. He returned a few moments later with a package neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. "I kind of bought this for you before I... you know..." He bit his lip and frowned for a moment. "Megan was keeping it safe for me. It's pretty Nerdy and, well, see for yourself."

"You bought me a present?"

"Call me soppy, but I just couldn't resist when I saw it. I think it links us."

Clyde took the package. "I will call you soppy." He prodded it with his finger. "Well this is definitely an item of clothing." He raised his eyebrow. "You bought me clothes?"

Kevin grinned, blushing slightly. "Mmmm."

Clyde opened the parcel and saw that it wasn't just any clothes; it was the most kick-ass basketball jersey in the world: black and white with stripes down the side, Clyde's personal number on the back, and on the front, a Stormtrooper mask. Clyde grinned and yanked his t-shirt off, swapping it for the jersey instantly.

Kevin was right: It was soppy, it was Nerdy, it did link them, and it was one hundred percent the third most awesomest thing Clyde had ever seen (the second being tacos and the first being Kevin himself). Clyde decided Kevin would be very lucky if he ever took it off again.

He pounced forward and grinned into Kevin's mouth. "It's perfect." He kissed his lips. "Like you. You're perfect." He grazed his lips down Kevin's neck. "Don't leave me again."

Kevin gasped and tilted his neck back as Clyde laid kisses on it. "I won't." Clyde pulled his lips away as he lifted Kevin's t-shirt over his head. He pushed Kevin back on the bed and kissed down his chest.

Feeling Kevin tugging at his jersey, he laughed and looked up. "I'm not taking it off, Stoley."

"But I want to see your chest!" begged Kevin.

Clyde shook his head. "You knew what you were doing when you bought it!"

Kevin pouted and pushed Clyde backwards, pinning him so he was instead on his back. He kept his gaze locked with Clyde's. "I think I can convince you to take it off."

Clyde stared up with wide eyes. "How?"

Kevin smirked. "Like this." He trailed his fingers lightly over the material, stopping when he reached Clyde's belt. He dipped his head forward to kiss his boyfriend again, as he undid the buckle and with quick, nimble fingers, Clyde's jean's too. He scooted down the bed until he was in a more accessible position and was able to pull Clyde's pants and boxers fully off.

"I still don't need to take it off for this," challenged Clyde, before gasping when Kevin's hand close around his member. He closed his eyes and felt shivers at the slow stroking.

Kevin ran his thumb over the slit and elicited another gasp. "I don't care whether you need to or not." He moved his hand down to the base and lowered his head, licking the tip of Clyde's erection. He paused teasingly and then took Clyde's member into his mouth.

Clyde groaned and sunk his head further back into his pillow. "God, Kevin." He felt Kevin's hands running up his thighs slowly and around squeezing his ass. The combination of having Kevin's hands caressing his sensitive areas and being sucked off was a satisfying one - more than satisfying, actually, as Kevin continued by increasing his pace.

Clyde tangled his fingers through Kevin's hair, careful not to interfere with the perfect rhythm. He groaned again as his boyfriend paused and licked his tongue over the tip. "G-God!"

"Does that feel good?" Kevin asked, kissing down one of Clyde's thighs slowly and back up the other one. He ran his hands under the jersey as he did this, teasingly neglecting Clyde's member.

The Jock bucked his hips up in desperation. "P-Please don't stop."

Kevin chuckled. "Then give me what I want." He tugged at the hem of Clyde's jersey and began peeling it back. He knew when Clyde held his arms up to get rid of it that he was beyond the point of caring about anything else. He smiled in satisfaction and moved his head down to Clyde's member, taking it in his mouth once more.

Clyde groaned and pushed down on Kevin's head, encouraging him to go faster. Kevin complied, creating a more rapid rhythm than before and taking Clyde into the back of his throat. Just when Clyde thought it couldn't get any better, Kevin started humming. The vibrations pulsed through him. He groaned louder at the wave of pleasure, closing his eyes and arching his hips. Kevin gripped hold of them tightly, slightly moving them to help him keep his fast rhythm.

Clyde didn't last very long. He felt his stomach tighten and groaned again, knowing he couldn't hold out. "I-I'm going to..." He couldn't finish his sentence, an action which caused Kevin to know what was coming. He continued bobbing his head, encouraging Clyde with a moan. Clyde called out Kevin's name as he came, letting go of his hair so he wouldn't be tempted to hold Kevin's head down and instead gripping onto the sheet.

Clyde panted and lay with his eyes closed as his boyfriend swallowed and licked his lips. He felt Kevin's presence sink next to him and turned onto his side. "Mmmm."

"Did you enjoy that?" asked Kevin with a tired, knowing smile.

Clyde wrapped an arm around him. "So much." He bent forward and sleepily kissed Kevin, pulling him closer. "Please say you can stay the night."

Kevin chuckled and ran his hand over Clyde's arm comfortingly. "I probably shouldn't push it with my parents."

Clyde groaned in protest. "But I want you with me."

Kevin sighed. "I'll go home and sneak out then, but I swear that if you're asleep when I get back then you're in trouble."

Clyde smiled in triumph. "Yay!" He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Don't worry... I'll stay awake..." He buried his head further in the pillow. "Go... do whatever you do." He yawned again. "I'll hold the fort here."

Kevin rolled his eyes and smiled at Clyde's closed eyes and peaceful face. He would definitely not begrudge his boyfriend a decent night's sleep; after all, it was partly because of him that Clyde was neglecting to get enough hours. He would come back soon and slip next to him, holding him close and drifting into the same sleep land, where he would probably have the same amazing dream.

The next day at school and word had spread to the people who had known of them break-up that Clyde and Kevin were back on.

Stan ran down the hallway, reaching out for the still proudly worn Letterman jacket. He didn't wear his own that often because he hated the way it looked, but he knew Clyde loved his. "Clyde! Wait!"

Clyde spun around and smiled. "Hey, dude."

Stan smiled back. "I just want to talk to you." He looked in Clyde's eyes but glanced down at his clothes, at the interesting jersey he could see under the jacket. He pointed at it. "That's pretty cool. You're turning into Kevin and wearing film shirts all the time."

Clyde laughed happily. "He sometimes wears comic ones too! I think it's Godzilla today..."

Stan raised his eyebrow. "I've never seen that one."

Clyde shrugged. "He's forever internet shopping." He smiled at Stan again.

"It's nice to see you smiling."

Clyde grinned wider. "It's nice to be smiling. So, what did you want, dude?"

Stan nodded nervously. "Oh yeah... Well there's something I've been keeping from everyone and I thought I could maybe tell you."

"Shoot."

"I'm gay." He blushed. "And I've known you were gay for quite a while. I can tell."

"You have a gaydar! Oh man, I don't. Otherwise I would have talked to you about it." He clapped his hands together absently as he thought, slightly jumping on the spot, like his usual warm-up routine. He wasn't quite managing to focus on anything that day, he was too distracted by his happiness. He paused with them together and glanced into Stan's eyes. "Did you fancy Kyle by any chance?"

Stan nodded. "Yeah."

"And he didn't like you?"

"He's straight."

Clyde stretched his arm behind his head. "And did you tell him?"

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, looking very strained. Clyde patted him supportively on the back. "I was very drunk; it just sort of... slipped out. It changed everything. I felt so awkward that I couldn't be near him and then someone slightly overheard me saying that I didn't want things to become awkward, and they assumed it was Kyle that liked me. Then that whole fucking rumour spread and... I let it. I let Kyle take it all because I was too scared."

"If you really want to, then you can fix it." Clyde held Stan. "What you did is really bad but you can show him you've changed. You need to not be ashamed, Marsh."

"Well I am trying to fix it. We met up for a chat and stuff at the bowling alley."

"You and Kyle?"

"Yeah, and Tweek... and Craig."

Clyde raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Craig? Craig Craig?"

"Yes. Craig Tucker."

"Craig's... trying to make up with Tweek? That's really good." Clyde smiled.

"Mmmm, yeah. Clyde, there's - uh - one more thing."

"Yes?"

"It's not Kyle I like anymore." Stan glanced around. "I like Craig... Craig Craig."

Clyde opened his mouth but no words came out. He considered this for a few moments and then patted Stan sympathetically on the back. "I can understand why. He's very sexy in a brooding asshole kind of way." he tilted his head. "I'm sure you'll get over it in time. We can go out and find you an actual gay guy." He grinned excitedly. "I can be your wingman!"

"Uh..."

Clyde spotted Kevin walking down the hallway and beckoned him over, grabbing and briefly kissing him. "Hey, you."

Kevin wrapped his arms around Clyde's back and smiled. "Hello." He turned to Stan. "Hi."

Stan inwardly sighed in relief, having not wanted to reveal everything to Clyde without Craig there. Now he'd set the groundwork, he could let Clyde's best friend take over. "Hey, dude."

"How would you feel about me being Stan's wingman?" asked Clyde.

Kevin raised his eyebrow. "Going back to your old lady-killing ways?" He laughed. "I'd strangely find that entertaining to watch."

Stan boldly spoke. "Actually, it would be dudes because I'm gay... and it's not happening anyway."

Clyde pouted. "No fun."

Kevin smiled at Stan. "How long have you known?"

"Oh, a while," replied Stan. He pulled at his bags straps to distract his hands as he spotted Craig approaching them. He needed to keep his hands busy so he didn't reach up and pull Craig's face towards his, or rub his arm, or push his hat off and run his hands through his hair.

Craig came to a stop beside Stan and leaned lazily on a locker. "Hey, what's going on?" He raised his eyebrow with a knowing face that only Stan could detect.

"We were just talking about the upcoming basketball game," lied Clyde for what he thought was Stan's sake. "Against Adam's County. I was making sure Stan is going to come and watch."

Craig smirked. "Are you?"

"Of course, dude, even if it is a far inferior game to football." He raised his arm and grinned at Clyde. "Go, cows!"

"I think I might come too. Can't leave Stan alone in a gym full of basketball freaks." Craig put his arm over his secret boyfriend's shoulder and looked in his eyes. "I'll protect you."

Stan rolled his eyes but was unable to hide a small blush. "Thanks, dude. I don't know how I could survive the game without you."

Craig shook his head. "You couldn't." He kept his arm lazily around Stan as he addressed Clyde again, conveying a perfect air that he didn't see anything strange about what he was doing. "Is the team... working as a team?"

Clyde stared at Craig's arm, wanting to yell at his best friend that the action would probably be sending Stan's feelings crazy, but knew he couldn't. "Uh - most of them are listening to me again because they want to win. I think Token's talked to a couple. We play fine... but there's not the same closeness that helps us play great. I'm not sure what our chances are."

Stan casually shrugged out of Craig's arm before it would seem like it was there too long. "I've found that teams often pull together at the last-minute against a greater threat. If they think that your homosexuality is the threat now, that's going to change when you're losing." He smirked. "Not that I think you'll lose."

Clyde nodded. "I hope you're right."

"Yeah." Stan dodged Craig's arm as he tried to hook it around his neck again. "Dude!"

Craig pouted. "But I just want to have you near me, Marsh."

Stan shook his head, laughing. "You're not my type."

Craig raised his eyebrow at Stan. "Really?" He went back to leaning against a locker and looking bored again, giving the impression that he'd finished with Stan and no longer interested in 'messing with him'.

Stan caught eyes with Clyde and blushed, knowing that the other Jock would probably be feeling sorry for him and thinking that he was desperately taking any interaction. He hoped that Craig would tell Clyde soon; it seemed like a good time.

Kevin looked down at his watch. "We need to get to class."

Clyde smiled at him. "Let's go." He waved goodbye to the others.

He put an arm around Kevin as they walked away. As soon as Craig and Stan were out of earshot, he immediately started talking. "I feel so bad for Stan. He told me he has a crush on Craig and did you see the way Craig was just behaving with him! I mean - I know Craig just meant it in a jokey way but that must really play with Stan's mind."

Kevin looked back over his shoulder at them, furrowing his brow. "... Yeah... Poor Stan."

Craig continued leaning against the locker until Clyde and Kevin had completely disappeared. He smiled at Stan. "So, how much did you tell him?"

"I told him that I was gay and that I had a crush on you." Stan rubbed the back of his neck. "That's as far as I got."

"You have a crush on me?" Craig smirked. "I thought I wasn't your type."

Stan laughed. "Are moody assholes anyone's type?" he replied teasingly, leaning in slightly closer to Craig.

Craig grabbed Stan around the waist. "Moody, handsome, amazing assholes."

Stan blushed and glanced around. "Someone could see us." There was nobody they knew in the area, but everyone knew who Stan was and word about him being held by Craig was sure to spread fast.

Craig let go of his waist almost as fast as he'd grabbed it. He sighed. "You're right."

Stan ran his hand through his hair - a signal that showed he'd rather be running it through Craig's. "What are you doing now?"

"Uh... going to class?"

"Oh..."

Craig smirked. "Why?"

"I was thinking that we could go some place more... private?"

Craig chuckled. "Sit and get bored to death in math, or go and do some very inappropriate things with my insanely hot boyfriend?" He clucked his tongue. "It's such a hard decision."

Stan hit Craig on the chest. "I didn't necessarily mean inappropriate things."

"Yeah, but you did though." Craig grinned at Stan's glare and began pushing him towards the toilets. He opened the door and walked in, checking to see if there was anyone around. He saw that everyone had vacated to go to class and once again grabbed Stan's waist. "Looks like we're alone."

Stan wrapped his arms around Craig's neck and leant up. He grinned into a kiss and sighed happily. "I love you, dude."

Craig gasped and for a few seconds froze in his position staring into Stan's eyes. Suddenly, he groaned and kissed much harder, pushing his tongue into Stan's mouth as he urged him towards one of the empty cubicles. He ran his hands down Stan's sides and pulled his lips away, only briefly, to mutter: "I love you too."

A/N: (This isn't an advertisement) It is a real life jersey so credit to the people that make it, you awesome people!