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[March 6] [South Park] The Closet Door Hangs Open Tonight
Title: The Closet Door Hangs Open Tonight
Day/Theme: Day 6 / You are everything I-
Series: South Park
Characters/Pairing: Stan/Kyle
Rating: PG-13 (for potty mouths and boys kissing)
Kyle never really liked being liked. Okay, that was a lie. It wasn't that he didn't like being liked, it was that he didn't like the attention that came with it. Even back when he was in 3rd grade, and a little blond girl named Bebe Stevens had crushed on him, He didn't like the idea of being with someone and having them breathe down his neck. When he was younger it was more to the extent of girl germs. But now it was more of a personal space issues.
There was one exception to the rule. Stan Marsh had been his best friend since pre-K. He was the only person Kyle allowed into his bubble. Stan could easily sit there and rub shoulders with Kyle and the redhead wouldn't even bat an eye. Stan could reach over and wipe off remains of food from his friends face during a meal and Kyle wouldn't say anything. It was simply because of their closeness and how they grew up together that caused the two of them not to even think about it. They just simply didn't mind the nonexistent space that they shared together.
That's why when Kyle began to get a little defensive around Stan, did he worry. Stan had invited Kyle over for the sole purpose of figuring out what was wrong with his Jewish friend. Sharon called up at Stan, causing the boy to run down the stairs and greet his friend. Kyle smiled weakly at him and murmured a hello as well. Stan friend at the timid like sound to Kyle's voice. Randy walked over, putting an arm around Sharon.
“All right boys, we're out for the night.”
Sharon looked up at Stan. “Stanley, you be good and no parties!”
Kyle laughed. “Don't worry Mrs. Marsh, we won't.”
Sharon smiled and the parents were out the door
Stan feigned a grin, teasing Kyle. “You douche, who said I didn't want a party?”
He gently elbowed Kyle playfully, but when the Jewish boy winced and turned sharply toward the couch, Stan frowned. He walked over to the couch, standing behind it as Kyle began to go through the channels. Stan touched Kyle on the shoulder, causing the boy to jump.
“Jesus Christ, Stan! Don't sneak up on me like that.”
“Dude... I just fucking touched your shoulder.”
Kyle frowned. “Well... don't touch it.”
Stan's upper lip curled upward in a small grimacing snarl. “I'll touch your shoulder if I want, dude.”
Kyle glared at him. “Don't mistreat your guest, asshole.”
Stan huffed. “Dude! All I did was touch your shoulder to get your attention! What is with you? You never cared if I touched you before!”
Kyle stood up. “Well that was before!”
Stan rolled his eyes. “Before was just a week ago, Kyle. Just a week ago I had wiped pudding off your face and we had an arm wrestling competition, why the sudden change?”
Kyle grabbed his bag. “You know what, I don't need this.”
Stan blinked, confused on why this was happening. But he wasn't going to allow Kyle to run away, no. The young man had to face whatever his problem was. Stan grabbed Kyle by the shoulder, causing the boy to gasp at him in utter horror, then Stan flipped Kyle against the wall beside the door, slamming his knee right between his legs, pressing it against the wall. He grabbed Kyle's wrists and held the high above his head. It was great to know he was much taller and much more built than Kyle, or else this would have been futile.
Kyle managed to squeak out. “Let me go.”
“No! Not until I get answers.”
Stan studied his friends face, actually learning a few things without having words leave his best friends mouth. Kyle's green eyes were narrowed, but the pupils looks dilated with excitement. His mouth was set in a wobbly frown and his whole face was a color that would put his hair to shame. Stan blinked, confused for a minute by his friends face, but then the face lowers, hiding from his eyes. Stan allows himself to swallow, surprised that he then hears words begin to flow from Kyle's mouth.
“It's not that I don't want you touching me dude... it's that I want you to touch me all the time.”
Stan felt a flush begin on his own face when Kyle looked back up at him, the frustration was clear in those eyes. “I always want you to touch me! And it isn't just cleaning pudding off my face or arm wrestling! I want you touching my hand, my chest... anywhere and everywhere... and that fucking scares me. Dude, I don't want to be a fag! But you... I can't help it... You are everything. I-.”
He had to cut him off. He cut him off in the most logical why he could at the moment. Kyle's lips were a lot softer than he imagined by a lot harder than a girls. The little noises that left Kyle's mouth weren't that different than a girls, but the pitch was a lot deeper. Stan shakily allowed to drop one of Kyle's hands and put his own hand behind the red head's neck, pulling them into a deeper kiss, teasing Kyle's tongue with his own.
Kyle moaned into the kiss, allowing his now free hand to wrap around Stan's own neck. The two of them pressed into each other as they kissed on the wall, both of them very aware of their presences and of the growing hardness in their pants. Kyle unleashed a loud groan into Stan's mouth as their bodies rubbed together, creating friction. Stan pulled away from the kiss, panting slightly as he looked down the flushed state of Kyle.
Kyle's disheveled state then turned to embarrassment and those arched eyebrows swooped downward. He growled, pushing Stan away from him, causing the dark haired boy to scramble and fall on his ass. He blinked and looked up at the blushing Kyle. Kyle growled. “Fuck you Stan!”
Stan's jaw dropped as Kyle began to walk away, luckily it wasn't toward the door.
Stan jumped to his feet, chasing after Kyle. “K-Kyle?”
Kyle stood atop the stairs, glaring down at Stan who stood at the bottom of the stairs. “Well? Are we going to continue this in your room or not?”
Stan blinked, but then a grin formed on the raven haired boy's face as he jogged up the stairs. Kyle murmured something about him being a dumbass as they entered Stan's rooms together, but for once as something more than friends.
(FIN)
Day/Theme: Day 6 / You are everything I-
Series: South Park
Characters/Pairing: Stan/Kyle
Rating: PG-13 (for potty mouths and boys kissing)
Kyle never really liked being liked. Okay, that was a lie. It wasn't that he didn't like being liked, it was that he didn't like the attention that came with it. Even back when he was in 3rd grade, and a little blond girl named Bebe Stevens had crushed on him, He didn't like the idea of being with someone and having them breathe down his neck. When he was younger it was more to the extent of girl germs. But now it was more of a personal space issues.
There was one exception to the rule. Stan Marsh had been his best friend since pre-K. He was the only person Kyle allowed into his bubble. Stan could easily sit there and rub shoulders with Kyle and the redhead wouldn't even bat an eye. Stan could reach over and wipe off remains of food from his friends face during a meal and Kyle wouldn't say anything. It was simply because of their closeness and how they grew up together that caused the two of them not to even think about it. They just simply didn't mind the nonexistent space that they shared together.
That's why when Kyle began to get a little defensive around Stan, did he worry. Stan had invited Kyle over for the sole purpose of figuring out what was wrong with his Jewish friend. Sharon called up at Stan, causing the boy to run down the stairs and greet his friend. Kyle smiled weakly at him and murmured a hello as well. Stan friend at the timid like sound to Kyle's voice. Randy walked over, putting an arm around Sharon.
“All right boys, we're out for the night.”
Sharon looked up at Stan. “Stanley, you be good and no parties!”
Kyle laughed. “Don't worry Mrs. Marsh, we won't.”
Sharon smiled and the parents were out the door
Stan feigned a grin, teasing Kyle. “You douche, who said I didn't want a party?”
He gently elbowed Kyle playfully, but when the Jewish boy winced and turned sharply toward the couch, Stan frowned. He walked over to the couch, standing behind it as Kyle began to go through the channels. Stan touched Kyle on the shoulder, causing the boy to jump.
“Jesus Christ, Stan! Don't sneak up on me like that.”
“Dude... I just fucking touched your shoulder.”
Kyle frowned. “Well... don't touch it.”
Stan's upper lip curled upward in a small grimacing snarl. “I'll touch your shoulder if I want, dude.”
Kyle glared at him. “Don't mistreat your guest, asshole.”
Stan huffed. “Dude! All I did was touch your shoulder to get your attention! What is with you? You never cared if I touched you before!”
Kyle stood up. “Well that was before!”
Stan rolled his eyes. “Before was just a week ago, Kyle. Just a week ago I had wiped pudding off your face and we had an arm wrestling competition, why the sudden change?”
Kyle grabbed his bag. “You know what, I don't need this.”
Stan blinked, confused on why this was happening. But he wasn't going to allow Kyle to run away, no. The young man had to face whatever his problem was. Stan grabbed Kyle by the shoulder, causing the boy to gasp at him in utter horror, then Stan flipped Kyle against the wall beside the door, slamming his knee right between his legs, pressing it against the wall. He grabbed Kyle's wrists and held the high above his head. It was great to know he was much taller and much more built than Kyle, or else this would have been futile.
Kyle managed to squeak out. “Let me go.”
“No! Not until I get answers.”
Stan studied his friends face, actually learning a few things without having words leave his best friends mouth. Kyle's green eyes were narrowed, but the pupils looks dilated with excitement. His mouth was set in a wobbly frown and his whole face was a color that would put his hair to shame. Stan blinked, confused for a minute by his friends face, but then the face lowers, hiding from his eyes. Stan allows himself to swallow, surprised that he then hears words begin to flow from Kyle's mouth.
“It's not that I don't want you touching me dude... it's that I want you to touch me all the time.”
Stan felt a flush begin on his own face when Kyle looked back up at him, the frustration was clear in those eyes. “I always want you to touch me! And it isn't just cleaning pudding off my face or arm wrestling! I want you touching my hand, my chest... anywhere and everywhere... and that fucking scares me. Dude, I don't want to be a fag! But you... I can't help it... You are everything. I-.”
He had to cut him off. He cut him off in the most logical why he could at the moment. Kyle's lips were a lot softer than he imagined by a lot harder than a girls. The little noises that left Kyle's mouth weren't that different than a girls, but the pitch was a lot deeper. Stan shakily allowed to drop one of Kyle's hands and put his own hand behind the red head's neck, pulling them into a deeper kiss, teasing Kyle's tongue with his own.
Kyle moaned into the kiss, allowing his now free hand to wrap around Stan's own neck. The two of them pressed into each other as they kissed on the wall, both of them very aware of their presences and of the growing hardness in their pants. Kyle unleashed a loud groan into Stan's mouth as their bodies rubbed together, creating friction. Stan pulled away from the kiss, panting slightly as he looked down the flushed state of Kyle.
Kyle's disheveled state then turned to embarrassment and those arched eyebrows swooped downward. He growled, pushing Stan away from him, causing the dark haired boy to scramble and fall on his ass. He blinked and looked up at the blushing Kyle. Kyle growled. “Fuck you Stan!”
Stan's jaw dropped as Kyle began to walk away, luckily it wasn't toward the door.
Stan jumped to his feet, chasing after Kyle. “K-Kyle?”
Kyle stood atop the stairs, glaring down at Stan who stood at the bottom of the stairs. “Well? Are we going to continue this in your room or not?”
Stan blinked, but then a grin formed on the raven haired boy's face as he jogged up the stairs. Kyle murmured something about him being a dumbass as they entered Stan's rooms together, but for once as something more than friends.
(FIN)