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Kyle arrived at Tolkien’s house at a time he likes to call ‘fashionably late’.

For the first few years of attending parties, he would always show up exactly at the time advertised. This led to him being embarrassingly early on numerous occasions. It took several times arriving with Stan, who would show up way after any normal person would even think was reasonable, for him to break the habit.

Nowadays he arrives only a little after most of his friends, but still ages before Stan. That black haired boy lived on his own schedule.

Kyle made his way in and dropped off the bottle of vodka he’d snagged on the way down. It was not the highest quality, but still better than most of the other choices he saw already laid out.

The first person who greeted him was Kenny. He was sporting a very stained white t-shirt with baggy orange pants, his usual beaten up black converse on his feet. Typical Kenny outfit.

“Hey, Kyle! Was wondering if you were gonna show… Heard you’ve been applying to all the Ivy Leagues so I thought you might skip out on us.” Kenny smirked, holding his hand out.

Kyle met him halfway, dabbing him up. “I considered it, but why would I ever miss the chance to see you make a fool of yourself?”

Kenny threw back the cup he was holding, probably finishing whatever had been in there. “Oh settle down, sweetheart. You think much too highly of me.”

Kyle gave him a light shove before brushing past him. There’d be plenty of time to catch up with Kenny later. He instead said quick ‘hello’s’ to the rest of the already arrived guests.

Wendy, Bebe, and most every girl in there were surrounding the shots table, egging each other on. Bebe was wearing a small red tank top with some fairly tight black leggings. Wendy on the other hand was sporting a purple cardigan and black shorts.

“Hi, Kyle.” Bebe greeted, abandoning her friends to talk with him.

He would be a liar to call them best friends, but they weren’t just acquaintances either. The two of them had their moments.

Kyle half-hugged her, anxiously watching to see if Clyde would round the corner and threaten him for it. Despite the fact they weren’t even dating, he was super protective over her.

It was even more ridiculous considering the fact that Kyle was gay, and not trying to ‘get with’ any girl for that matter. Not that Clyde would know that, not that anyone would know that.

He’s known since the fourth grade he was different from most of his classmates. He never even considered the fact his hesitation around girls was strange. He always passed it off as being ‘shy’ or ‘too focused on his studies’.

When Craig and Tweek got together it changed something in him. Suddenly he was viewing everything in a different light. Those strange feelings he felt around other boys sometimes were more than platonic?

It was also around that time he realized he had a massive crush on Stan. It made sense why seeing him with Wendy had made him so jealous. Kyle never thought about it past that, though. It just kinda became a part of him. He just happened to be a little bit in love with his best friend.

Life carried on.

“Where’s your other half?” Bebe asked, twirling one of her many blonde strands around her finger.

Kyle mimicked the action with his own curls and finger, earning a teasing grin from the girl. “Running late, as always. I swear I could show up right before a party ends and he still wouldn’t have even left his house.”

“Duh, you’re supposed to be his clock! You guys balance each other out,” Bebe explained, “but, uh, anyways, take this.”

She passed him a cup of booze, probably one of her classic mixes.

Kyle laughed at her words. “I mean, I guess? Also this better be light. I do not want to be wasted before he gets here.”

She waved him off. “Relax, darling. You’ll have plenty of time before then. Besides… It’s rude to deny a lady.”

“Is it rude to deny a slut?”

“Hey!” She smacked his shoulder playfully, knowing it was a somewhat true statement. She’d had her fair share of sleeping around.

They chatted for a little longer, him finding out she and Clyde were still unofficial, but that she might be willing to give him a chance if he played his cards right. So she was still stringing him along as always.

He ended up hanging out at the fancy countertop with Token, Jimmy, and Craig for the next hour or so. Together they mixed up possibly the worst alcoholic combinations to ever exist, Kyle genuinely having to stop before he threw up from disgust.

It felt like forever before he heard the sound of an all too familiar voice finally making his grand appearance. Stan strutted in, hair ruffled up, clothes obviously having been slept in. He was a walking mess but god damn he pulled it off so well.

Kyle had to stop his mind from wandering any further.

Instead, Kyle called him over and slid one of their concoctions over to him. He then watched with the utmost glee as he threw it back and immediately regretted it.

“What the fuck is in this? Is this like— actual shit? How did you make something taste like straight up shit?” Stan asked in horrified disbelief.

Kyle giggled, which felt fucking weird as hell to do but could easily be blamed on the alcohol coursing through him. “You’re just a snob.”

Stan pushed the cup at him. “Your turn then.”

Kyle drank the remaining amount, which was quite low considering Stan’s disgust over it. Maybe he was just drunk, but Kyle swore he could taste the remittance of Stan’s spit still on the cup. That was probably a creepy thought to have, but Kyle couldn’t care enough to dismiss it.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Clyde suddenly yelled out over the music, much louder than what most would consider necessary.

The girls from where they were standing all gave a chorus of boo’s, clearly not ready to stop their little ping pong game. They had moved on from their shots party from earlier, coming to the conclusion it was only entertaining for so long.

Kyle was almost surprised Clyde wanted that game to end. It was practically a free show, what with the way the girls were bending over and shoving their cleavage together in order to distract the guys they were playing against.

Bebe was the only one who seemed interested in playing. Whether it be because she was genuinely interested or just wanted to hangout with her situationship, Kyle didn’t know. But with her on board it wasn’t long before the rest of the girls followed her lead.

“C’mon, Bebe, you can’t be serious!” Wendy complained loudly, “Clyde just wants to get us girls to kiss each other and take our shirts off.”

Bebe grinned at that. “Lighten up, Wends. Plus who says us girls can’t have a little fun too?”

“Seriously?”

“We can make it a drinking game~!” Bebe teased, knowing Wendy would probably play anyway.

Kyle followed Stan into the living room where the game had been decided to be. Clyde was sitting in one of the chairs with Bebe on his lap already. Tolkien and Nichole were sitting close together on one of the couches. Wendy and Heidi were sitting on the other end of that same couch, Cartman on the floor beside them. On another couch Craig and Tweek had taken their position, pressed close together but not quite as close as Bebe and Clyde, with Jimmy, Leslie, and Butters on the rest of the cushions. And Scott and Sophie were sitting on the floor underneath the unused TV. There were a few others scattered around but in his drunken state Kyle couldn’t care less to identify them.

Stan sat on the floor across from Wendy and Heidi, Kyle following his lead hazily. He put himself in a criss-cross position so he could still hold his drink easily.

“Okay guys,” Bebe announced from her perch. “I got this bottle of vodka here, pretty cheap shit too. Really foul, Kenny probably brought this.”

“Hey, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

As if on cue, Kenny strolled into the room, jumping to his own defense. His blond hair was somehow more mangled than earlier that evening, leading Kyle to suspect he’d been fooling around with someone.

His suspicions were proven true as a certain firey redhead followed him in.

“Red, what the hell?” Craig asked in what was probably shock, his nasally voice not really giving way to any emotion. “Really? With McWhoremick?”

McWhoremick was a popular nickname for their blond friend after his numerous sexual endeavors and partners he’d gone through over the years. Kyle tried to get people to stop calling him it at first, but realized rather quickly that Kenny thought it was hilarious. It almost seemed like he was proud of his reputation, just as long as his sister didn’t hear about it.

Red smirked at her cousin as she found a place to sit. “Don’t knock it till you try it. Which, uh, from what I’ve heard isn’t too far from reality.”

Almost the entire group gasped, some of the girls and Clyde even squealing. It was clear everyone was pretty wasted.

“Craig, you little dirtbag. Is this true? You and Kenny?” Clyde asked, always one to fuel the fire.

Craig groaned at the sudden attention and pulled his chullo over his reddening face. “It was one time you freaks… Over that summer me and Tweek were broken up.”

“A night to remember, that’s for sure,” Kenny gushed.

Tweek laughed at his boyfriend, giddy from the amount of shots Kyle saw him taking earlier that night. “Can’t believe you thought no one would find out.”

Craig just yanked his boyfriend even closer in response.

This new development was short lived as Bebe jumped up and called for everyone’s attention. “Alright, as hilarious of a revelation that was… I think it’s about time we start having some real fun!”

A few whoops and hollers encouraged her on, especially from Clyde as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Rules are as follows: person with the bottle spins it. Whoever it lands on has to do a truth or a dare, their choice of course. But if they refuse to answer or perform the action they gotta take a shot! And oh man, you do not want to taste this shit! I mean really, its fucking garbage—”

“Alright we get it, it tastes like shit!” Stan interrupted, earning a few chuckles. “Let’s start this thing!”

Bebe nodded and sat down on the floor, spinning it. “I’ll go first since I have the bottle!”

Clyde whined at the loss of contact he had with Bebe. But Kyle almost didn’t notice as he pressed closer to Stan, he hoped it wasn’t too noticeable.

“And it’s landing on… Tweek!” Bebe announced. “Truth or dare?”

Tweek glanced around nervously, grabbing his shirt like he always did. “Uhm— gah— I guess, truth?”

Craig glared at the blonde girl. “Better keep it classy.”

Bebe rolled her eyes. “Shut up Craig, it’s a game. He can handle himself.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Craig growled.

“Okay, Tweek, have you ever been with anyone else?”

“Uh, well, not by myself, no. But, there was that one time Craig and I got wasted with his friend and one thing led to another—”

Kyle almost had to cover his ears from how loud everyone hollered, not that he was much better. He also was quite shocked at the news and in his intoxicated state had a hard time keeping his voice down.

“Tweek! What the hell? Why did you tell them that?” Craig asked with a serious flush on his face. It was hilarious to see him display so much emotion for once.

“Gah! I had to answer truthfully, I didn’t want another shot!”

“I can’t believe this!” Kenny gasped, “you guys had a threesome, and didn’t invite me? Did our time together mean nothing to you Craig?”

Kyle laughed as Stan keeled over next to him, unable to contain himself.

“Yeah, come on guys!” Stan hollered.

Once everyone calmed down, which took way too long. The game continued on.

The bottle landed on Clyde who shouted Dare before it even stilled. Kyle wasn’t sure if he was just excited to be picked or was looking forward to picking someone else.

Tweek seemed a little unsure of what dare he should give. So Craig leaned over and whispered something in his ear, earning a laugh and face nuzzle from the blondy.

“Can you guys stop flirting and get on with it?” Tolkien groaned, but he had a slight smile lacing his expression.

Nichole nudged him in the stomach with her elbow. “Stop being a buzzkill, babe.”

Tolkien nudged her back with a smirk.

Tweek leaned forward, finally separating himself from Craig. “Okay, uhm— you have to show everyone your search history from the last twenty-four hours!”

Clyde rolled his eyes. “Please, I got nothing to hide. Take a look.”

He tossed his phone over to the couple, Craig grabbing it and swiping through.

“Really? ‘Stepmom gets stuck in washer’ is something you’re proud of searching?”

Clyde jumped up. “Wait what?”

“‘Step-mom and step-mom get down and dirty’, ‘step-mom walks in on step-son beating it, “step-mom—“

“Okay they get it!” Clyde shrieked, reaching back for his phone.

Kyle buckled over in laughter, much like everyone else.

Bebe kissed the side of his face. “So you have a step-mom kink?”

“I like this guy’s style!” Kenny cheered.

Clyde’s face flushed even more. “Whatever, just give me the damn bottle.”

“Ugh, of course Clyde already got the bottle!” Heidi complained. “He’s probably praying he gets a girl so he can tell her to make out with Bebe.”

Clyde spun the bottle and rolled his eyes. “Come on, Heidi, I’m not that predictable!”

It landed on Heidi. Everyone’s eyes shot right back to Clyde.

“Okay, go tongue it out with Bebe right now. And take your shirts off.”

The group erupted into laughter, Heidi’s face going furiously red. “I didn’t even say dare, you horn-dog! And after hearing that, I’m definitely picking truth.”

“Heidi… You don’t want to kiss me?” Bebe asked in that voice of hers, leaning forward so her cleavage started to spill out.

Heidi’s face somehow turned even redder. “Bebe, I— ugh whatever get over here!”

Peer pressure was a hell of a drug.

Clyde had clearly recovered from the step-mom incident, as he was now leaning forward trying to see Heidi and Bebe as best as he could.

Bebe straddled her hips and didn’t even say anything before diving in, tongue first. By the time they finished both their shirts were off, as Clyde requested. Kyle was pretty sure that counted as two dares but it was unlikely either of them cared.

“God, this is so awesome you guys.” Cartman commented. Clyde nodded in agreement.

When it was over Heidi stumbled for the bottle, dazily spinning it. It landed on Sophie. “Truth or, uh, dare, Soph?”

Sophie looked around hesitantly. “Truth?”

A chorus of boo’s followed.

“Hey!” Sophie grumbled. “Sorry girls, but I don’t want any of your tongues down my throat tonight.”

Scott pulled her closer and flipped Clyde off, since everyone knew that was what he was hoping for. “Thisth isth actual loyalty, fucker.”

“Boring!” Clyde whined.

Heidi smiled as she thought up a question, looking quite out of it still.

She ended up asking the farthest her and Scott have gone, which was surprisingly just some oral both ways around.

“Yeah, his tongue is pretty strong,” she giggled.

“Ugh, I can’t believe lisp boy is pulling bitches,” Cartman gasped.

“Shut up, fatassth!” Scott spat back, literally.

Kyle snorted at the reply, never quite having gotten over his phase of making fun of Scott Malkinson.

But after that the game went by pretty breezily. Most dares were in a similar nature, and the few truths that were asked were decently funny to hear about.

Craig ended up with his shirt off, like the two girls, which gave everyone a good view of his nipple piercings.

Wendy admitted to having slept with Cartman before. Which was quoted to be ‘actually better than expected’.

Token had to go shave that hideous mustache he had been growing out, much to Nichole’s delight.

Bebe ended up with her pants off somehow. Kyle was not even sure that one was a dare or not.

Butters had to call his parents and tell them he hated them. Kenny also called Butters’ parents, but instead tried to get with his mom. Again, also not even a dare.

Kyle was forced to tell everyone his embarrassing Bar Mitzvah story where he tried to do a split and, well, split his pants. Stan and Kenny provided their own accounts of the story as well.

Somehow Clyde got the bottle again and tried to get someone else with Bebe, but it landed on David instead.

The only people who ended up taking shots were Leslie and Cartman. Both of whom were dubbed ‘pussies’ for the rest of the night.

“Damn, Cartman, even I didn’t chicken out,” Kyle made sure to announce.

“Can it, Jew.” Was his only response.

By the time it got back to Bebe, everyone was fairly buzzed. Even those who didn’t drink one of the disgusting shots had their own beverages during the game. Kyle himself was starting to feel the effects, although maybe his shoulder being pressed against Stan’s was just giving him that same feeling.

She was leaning back on Clyde, only sporting her bra and panties, and giggling like a madman. When she spun the bottle it landed on Stan. He answered dare and shot Kyle a grin, as if to poke fun at him for saying truth when it was his own turn.

“Hm, what should I make you do?” She wondered aloud.

Kyle felt scared for a second. Wendy was Bebe’s best friend, what if Bebe tried to set them up again?

Would Stan even be into it?

Would he take a shot to avoid it?

“How about you… Make out with Kyle!”

What.

Kyle was sure his face very quickly turned the same shade as his hair.

Stan laughed loudly. “That’s the worst you can think of?”

Kyle sat up a little straighter. “Hey, uh yeah— but also, I don’t get a say?”

Bebe kicked her legs out and giggled some more. “You can skip, but only if you guys want to have a taste of Kenny’s shitty vodka.”

“I didn’t even bring that bottle!” Kenny whined, looking around to see if anyone would take the blame. “Come on, Butters, you saw right? I didn’t even bring anything.”

Butters looked away sheepishly. “Well sure ya didn’t! I think Cartman brought it actually…”

“Snitch!” Cartman groaned. He threw his fist up in an unkind gesture, though Butters was still faced away.

“Hello? Let’s get back to the game!” Bebe hollered.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll do it.” Stan smirked. “Sound good with you, Kye?”

Not the nickname.

Kyle scratched the back of his head, heart feeling like it was about to burst out of his chest. “I don’t care either way.”

Clyde narrowed his eyes at them. “This is the gayest shit I’ve ever seen, and I’m pretty sure Tweek and Craig have been eye fucking each other since they sat down.”

“Shut up. You just wish it were two girls.” Wendy said, sticking her tongue out.

“Hey now, I never said I was against it. I’ll watch you ladies get off to them any day of the week.” Clyde shot back.

With that, all eyes turned back to them. Kyle put his drink down nervously, eyes flickering over to Stan’s. There was the faintest sight of red on his cheeks too as he moved to sit in front of Kyle. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because this meant something to him as well.

Stan placed one of his arms beside Kyle, and the other grasped his chin. He leaned closer, whispering low enough so only the ginger would hear. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Kyle assured him, voice wavering a little more than he’d have liked it to.

Stan gave him a toothy smile in return and then surged forward. He wasted no time as he pressed their lips together, sliding his tongue into Kyle’s mouth.

Kyle had never felt this way before. Even with all the girls he’d kissed, none of them felt this fucking good. For a moment he was stunned, just sitting there in pure shock. But as he heard the whoops and squeals of his classmates, he remembered this might be his only chance at ever being this close to Stan again. He better make this shit count.

He began moving with his super best friend, trying to match his rhythm. It wasn’t long before he got into the hang of things, pushing his own tongue into the mix and moving his hands to rest on Stan’s sides.

Stan pulled his face closer in, tugging a few of his stray curls at the same time. Kyle had to try his hardest to suppress a moan. He would probably never live that down.

As it got to the point where Kyle couldn’t imagine it would be getting any more heated, he was proven wrong. He felt himself being pushed back and Stan climbing overtop of him. It was probably unintentional but Stan very clearly rolled their hips together. This time Kyle couldn’t hide his moan and had to literally bite down to mute the sound. This seemed to rile the black haired boy up because he rolled their hips once again.

Finally, after a few more blissful seconds, Stan pulled away. His lips were red and hot, with a very clear bloody mark from where Kyle had bitten him. Not to mention the heavy amount of spit literally dripping from his chin. Kyle was sure he looked no better.

There was a moment of silence, as if no one was quite sure what they had just witnessed, before it was broken by a certain jock’s outburst.

“That was fucking hot.” Clyde deadpanned, earning a roar of laughter from their friends.

“I thought you were just planning on watching the girls?” Wendy questioned, grinning wildly.

Clyde whipped his head to the side to look at her. “Well, Wendy, that was before I witnessed the hottest make out session I’ve ever seen. Like holy shit, that looked like a porno!”

Stan was still straddling Kyle’s waist, so he couldn’t see what was happening, but he could hear everyone sharing their opinions on the scene.

“Sorry I bit you,” Kyle snickered.

Stan leaned down again. “I don’t mind.”

“You fags guys know the dare is over, right?” Cartman questioned, intruding on their fun.

Stan looked back and flipped him off. “You’re just jealous!”

“Shut up you queer-mo!” Cartman hissed.

Stan turned back and smiled once before rolling off of Kyle. He missed the feeling of his body pressed against his almost instantly.

Kyle sat back up and tried to look like he was totally chill about what just happened. He brought his drink back up to his lips and chugged, desperate to move on before he got too excited.

He would not let himself indulge in some fantasy where that entire moment was reciprocated and Stan would profess his love to him the moment they were alone.

This was fucking reality. And reality sucks balls.

They moved on relatively quickly after that, but not before getting a few more snide comments from Cartman and some questionable remarks from Clyde.

For the next half hour the girls tried to get more of the guys to kiss each other but were almost entirely unsuccessful. Craig and Tweek were the only two to give in. They usually tried to hold back on the PDA, but Kyle suspected the alcohol was making them more lovey-dovey than usual. Or maybe they just wanted to practically get to third base in front of all their classmates. What does he know?

Eventually, he could tell everyone was getting bored, and decided to vocalize the need for a change. “Well, I for one think we’ve had enough truth or dare to last us an entire lifetime.”

A few murmurs of agreement sounded.

“How abo-about we p-play never have I ever?” Jimmy offered.

Bebe grabbed the bottle and smiled wide. “That’s a great idea! Everyone in agreement?”

They all pretty much nodded along.

“This could be fun,” Sophie shrugged, “I’m guessing we’ll still have to drink?”

“Of course!” Bebe giggled. “Anytime you answer yes to a question you have to take a sip! We can get something a little nicer though. Kyle, Stan, can you guys go grab me a bottle from the kitchen?”

Kyle was a little caught off guard by the request but started to get to his feet anyway. “Uhm, sure?”

Stan stood up alongside him and they walked out of the living room into the kitchen together.

As they approached the table of unopened liquor bottles, Stan suddenly tugged on the back of his shirt until he stopped moving.

“That… That didn’t make you uncomfortable, right?” Stan stuttered, voice so low Kyle almost thought he imagined it. “I mean, it’s okay if it did— it’s just, I don’t know.”

He felt Stan shake nervously, tucking his face into Kyle’s neck.

His hot breath fanned over Kyle, sending shivers down his spine.

Kyle fidgeted with his hands uneasily. “No, it was fine. I didn’t mind it… Why— are you having regrets?”

That would really be the cherry on top of this evening, just a blow to the heart right there and then.

“No, no,” Stan quickly answered, “I just didn’t want you to be upset with me.”

Somehow that was even worse than a rejection. The flicker of hope inside of him did not need to be fanned like this.

“I could never be upset with you,” Kyle admitted. It was the closest he’d ever been to spilling his heart out.

Way closer than he’d ever like to be again for that matter.

He’d almost forgotten the task at hand as they stood together, low kitchen light the only thing reminding him they were still at a party and not alone. It wasn’t until a loud yell came from the living room that Kyle snapped his attention back.

“You two homos better not be kissing in there!” Cartman yelled.

“Oh my god, wait, are they?” Clyde gasped. “I wanna watch!”

Stan slapped his hand over his face and stifled a laugh. “No, we’re just trying to decipher which of these are actually unopened and not just filled with water!”

“That was one time!” David groaned. “Not my fault your guys’ parents have an abundance of alcohol laying around!”

“Yeah,” Leslie agreed, “not all of our parents are alcoholics.”

Kyle saw the way Stan’s face dropped at that.

“Hey,” he chuckled, “what’s wrong with being an alcoholic?”

Some laughs came about from his reply, but Kyle saw the way his eyes didn’t light up at all.

Shit.

Even if it wasn’t directed at him, the implication was still there. And it wasn’t like it was a big secret. Everyone knew that Randy had a drinking problem. And everyone also knew that Stan was hardly any better.

Kyle was sure most of the adults in their town were already piecing it together, looking at Stan like he was just another Randy. The worst part about it was how it seemed to get truer with either passing day.

“Here, let’s get this one.” Kyle quickly suggested, hoping he could distract Stan a little longer. At least before the night ended.

“Yeah,” Stan agreed, “that one looks fine.”

They went back in and offered the bottle to Bebe, who took it very enthusiastically.

“Alright everyone, hold out your cups!”

She pranced around, pouring the bottle into the array of cups being held out to her. She was still very much topless and pantless and was flaunting it around. Kyle suspected she just enjoyed the attention.

When everyone got their share, Bebe sat back down and volunteered to go first.

“Never have I ever… Been with two guys at the same time!”

Tweek and Craig groaned in unison.

“That’s so targeted,” Craig grumbled.

Surprisingly Wendy also tipped her cup back.

“Wendy? What?” Heidi choked out.

She blushed furiously. “Yeah, yeah. I was feeling adventurous for a while.”

“No way, who was it with?” Cartman asked, genuine curiosity filling his tone.

Everyone turned to Stan.

“Woah, what? I did not participate in that!” Stan denied vehemently. “You all need to look at someone else.”

“So you know who it was?” Kenny pressed, probably jealous he wasn’t invited to that threesome either.

Stan shrugged and shot Wendy a raised eyebrow. She just shook her head.

“It’s not important! Let’s move on… Uhm, never have I ever kissed Heidi!”

“I can’t tell if that’s an insult or not,” Heidi grimaced.

Kyle dunked his own cup back, noticing Cartman, Bebe, and Wendy doing the same.

“Never have I ever smoked weed?” Leslie offered.

Almost everyone took a sip for that one.

Cartman smacked the table beside him to get everyones’ attention. “Never have I ever been a Jew.”

“Dude, that one is actually targeted!” Kyle complained.

Cartman smirked and tapped on his cup. “Don’t care, drink up Jew-boy.”

Kyle took a quick sip and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Alright. Never have I ever been a fatass!”

“I’m big boned!”

Stan laughed loudly at them, but hurriedly defended Kyle. “Still counts!”

Cartman begrudgingly sipped his cup.

“Never have I ever had diabetes!” Tolkien said next.

Kyle shared a look with Scott and Sophie as the three of them drank up.

“Never have I ever been a rich basthard.” Scott shot back.

“Never have I ever smoked a cigarette!”

“Never have I ever lived in a hot dog!”

“Never have I ever dyed my hair!”

Stan groaned as he took a sip. Everyone remembered his bleach blond disaster. Kyle remembers it more so for the fact he helped Stan do it. They sat in his upstairs bathroom together, laughing giddily as they waited for his parents to fall asleep.

Bebe suddenly stood up and sloshed her cup around, almost falling over herself. She definitely had had way too much to drink. “Never have I ever— kissed a boy! Wait…”

Wendy shook her head at her friend. “Bebe, you dumbass, that applies to you too!”

Bebe giggled and flicked Wendy’s forehead. “Oh, right.”

Kyle looked at Stan, shocked to see he was already staring at the ginger.

“Guess that applies to us now, ey?” Stan commented, holding his solo cup out.

Kyle held his up too and clinked them together.

In addition, Wendy, Bebe, Heidi, Nichole, Leslie, Sophie, and every other girl in the room took a sip. On the boys side Craig, Tweek, Kenny, and Butters did too. Butters was perhaps the most surprising of the bunch.

“Kenny is very persuasive.” Was the only explanation he offered.

By the time that game started getting boring, most everyone seemed ready to call it quits anyway. Kyle was buzzing from the alcohol in his system, very anxious to do anything else.

And, well, as it goes, the next best thing for any horny teenager to do was find the nearest person and start mashing faces. It wasn’t long before people started disappearing left and right, off to find a spare bedroom in the mansion Tolkien called a home.

Kyle was just finishing the last of his drink when Stan leaned over close and whispered in his ear, voice all hot and heavy. “Hey, uhm, can you help me find the bathroom?”

Kyle shot him a confused look. He was sure Stan knew where the bathroom was. Even if it was a mansion it was still fairly easy to locate the restroom, there was probably even a trail of throw up leading right to it.

He didn’t care enough to say that though. Instead Kyle got to his feet and ‘led the way’. He even nearly tripped over a passed out body, some girl he couldn’t recognize at this time of night.

When they got to the doorway he waited for Stan to go in, but the black haired boy hesitated. He then grabbed Kyle’s hand and shoved him in, locking the door behind them.

“Dude?” Kyle asked, confusion washing over him.

Stan pushed him back against the door, arms on either side so as to cage him in. “Just— just tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Why would I—” Kyle started, never getting to finish as Stan’s soft lips were once again pressed against his. He felt blood rush to his face and his heart began beating much too fast much too quickly.

Stan pulled back, a dark red hue covering his expression as well. “I…”

“Do that again,” Kyle gasped.

Stan nodded, mouth agape like he was shocked to hear Kyle encouraging him. He resumed what had been going on back during truth or dare and pushed his tongue in, though this time he was a lot rougher.

As Stan dug his hands into Kyle’s side and pressed into him even harder, Kyle couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips.

“You like me too?” Stan asked, breathing heavily.

“Yes, of course, god what took you so long?” Kyle heaved, putting his own hands behind Stan’s head and forcing him back into the kiss.

They continued on like that for much longer than Kyle had ever imagined possible. Every movement they made, every roll of their hips. It was pure ecstasy. He didn’t even want to stop, but the two of them were literally gasping for air. As they pulled away a string of spit still connected them.

Stan pressed their foreheads together, having to bend down to do so since he was quite a bit taller. “I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.”

Kyle laughed lightly, still catching his breath. “You don’t know how long I’ve spent wanting to hear you say that.”

“Ten years.”

“W-what?” Kyle questioned.

“That’s how long I’ve been pining after you. Ten years,” Stan whispered.

Kyle shook his head. “We’ve wasted so much time being apart.”

“I’m just happy I can have you now.” Stan grinned. “Speaking of… How far do you want to take this? We can go slow, if you want, but I kinda have a situation so—”

Kyle glanced down to look at his obvious hard-on, not that he should be talking. He had his own problem to deal with as well.

“Fuck me.”

“Are you,” Stan pressed, “are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” Kyle practically begged, “push me over this counter and fuck me.”

Stan didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled Kyle over, kissing him like his life depended on it, and sat him on the counter. He made quick work of pulling his shorts off, gesturing for Kyle to take his shirt off as well.

“Hey, you too!” Kyle protested. “I don’t want to be the only one naked right now.”

Stan obliged with a smirk. He pulled his own clothes off, leaving just his boxers on. It left little to the imagination though as his hard on was pressing almost painfully against it.

Kyle palmed him through his boxers, taking pride in the way he practically convulsed from the action.

“F-fucking hell, dude.”

Stan then suddenly back away, picking his pants back up and digging through the pockets. “Condom.” He explained.

Kyle leaned back, bored. “Hurry up, I’m not getting any harder over here.”

Stan ripped it open and pulled his boxers down, letting it spring out into the cold air. Kyle eyed the dripping red tip, already imagining how it would feel inside of him. It’d be a tough squeeze but he wanted it so bad.

Stan put the rubber on and then went back to kissing him, this time moving down so he was kissing his chin, and then his neck, and then his chest. He stopped momentarily to suck at his nipple, twisting the other one with his fingers.

Kyle bucked up into him at the sensation, feeling as though he could cum from that alone.

Finally Stan moved lower, pulling his boxers down and licking a wet strip along his thigh. He used his hand to jerk him a couple times, seemingly reveling in the way it made Kyle shake.

“Please, Stan, fuck me already.”

“Yeah, yeah, hold your horses,” He teased, “here open your mouth.”

Kyle opened up and felt Stan’s fingers shove their way in. He quickly realized what this was for and salvated them, hoping it would be enough to stop and burn.

“Sorry, baby, I couldn’t find any lube.”

Kyle groaned at the nickname.

Stan’s fingers finally pulled back and moved down south. They prodded around for a second before entering him. Good god that felt amazing. Kyle thought he could die right now and have lived a plentiful enough life, just having been blessed with Stan’s long and thick fingers.

“Keep going, fuck, fuck!” Kyle gasped. He couldn’t believe this was just his fingers. What was it going to feel like when it was his dick filling him up instead?

Stan shoved another finger in and pushed up even further. Clearly, he was searching for that little bundle of nerves. Kyle was worried he wouldn’t find it, thought for a second it couldn’t get any better than this. And then he did.

Kyle literally folded his torso backwards as Stan dug into his prostate. The moan he let out was high pitched and desperate, and he was soon enough begging for more.

“Please, Stan, please don’t stop.”

Stan leant forward and kissed him, pulling his fingers out. The lack of stimulation even for just a few seconds was hellish. Kyle almost gave up on ever feeling that good again. But soon enough he was being yanked forward and something was pressing into his entrance.

He moaned every second that it pushed in, in absolute disbelief at the size of it. He barely felt any pleasure, just straight up pain at first. It was hard to believe this was just the start.

Stan bottomed out and then stilled, though he was clearly shaking from how hard it must have been to stop himself. Kyle thanked him softly for waiting and tried to adjust, unsure how it was going to feel good.

Finally it started to feel somewhat okay and he nodded for Stan to start moving. He felt the way Stan pulled out, and then shoved himself back in faster than Kyle could have ever anticipated.

“Fuck!” He practically screamed. It was the only word to possibly describe what he was feeling.

Hard, hot, painful pleasure made its way through him. He felt like a toy as Stan ruthlessly pounded into him. But when that bundle of nerves was hit again he cried out in absolute ecstasy.

“More! More!” He begged.

Stan’s mouth was on his neck, biting down as if Kyle wasn’t already going through enough. He moaned out some more, and then gasped as Stan suddenly pulled out. He wanted to ask why but didn’t get the chance to before he was being flipped around and shoved into again.

He felt tears drip down from the combination of pleasure and pain. He came without any sensation touching his own dick, shooting white hot ropes of cum onto the counter drawers. But that wasn’t the end.

Stan was still not yet finished, but was clearly nearing it. He continued his ruthless pounding and even moved his hand to jerk Kyle off some more. The ginger couldn’t believe the sounds that were coming out of his own mouth.

“Stan, please, no more!”

“Just a little longer, please. I love you so much.”

Stan’s ruthless pounding continued and Kyle found himself coming again, overstimulated beyond belief. He gasped as he felt Stan pressing in even more, somehow harder and faster than before.

Every movement was absolute pain but he loved it. “I— I love you too!” He cried out.

Finally Stan stilled, releasing into the condom and shaking against Kyle. He laid overtop of him and gasped for air.

“I mean it, Kyle,” he breathed, “I fucking love you, dude.”

Kyle giggled, still completely out of breath. “Does this make us boyfriends?”

“It better.” Stan laughed as he pulled out entirely. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

Kyle sat up a little and smiled. “Me too, dude. Me fucking too.”