Reassurance

Disclaimer: No ownage of SP on my part. However, SP possesses PLENTY of ownage on its own :D

Summary: Style oneshot. Co-written, kinda, with Flabz. MSN randomness for the win!!

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He bursts into my house with the usual sense of anxiety and urgency. "KYLE!" he exclaims, disturbing me from my engrossing staring at the History Channel. "Kyle you've gotta help me! There's mmfhgha!!"

The rest of his plea was silenced as I French him.

"Better?" I ask.

"...Maaaaaaaaybe," he says with a grin. He wants more. Typical.

"Do you need a," I pause, shaking my head in disbelief, "sensual massage?"

He waggles his eyebrows at me. "You know it, loverboi..." With the same grin he displayed not fifteen seconds earlier, I drag him upstairs to my room.

-.- 1hour later -.-

"How you feeling now?" I ask, relaxing up against his sleek, toned body.

"Better..." he admits. "However... I wouldn't say no to a lil' more reassurance." Again with the eyebrows. How does he know they're my weakness?

I sigh and slide out of bed, reaching for my boxers. "Goddamnit...fine. Lemme go get some more chocolate sauce."

"Bring an extra bottle for later, don't want to have to keep wasting precious make out time," he says.

"Fine..." I grouse, wondering if we even HAVE two more bottles of chocolate sauce. Not even for Stan will I wander off to the store at 9 at night.

"And get some whipped cream while you're at it!" again, from Stan.

"What is this, find-every-way-possible-to-sexually-tease-the-diabetic-kid-day?" I complain.

He's amused. "Oh stop complaining, you know I'm sweeter then all those things put together."

"Well yeah," I say, "But still...I want some sugary sweets!"

"Dude, stop complaining," he says. "You're about to get something 10 times better than any sweet treat."

I grin. "Promise you'll make me feel orgasmatastical?" I ask, with puppy dog eyes. He can't resist. No one can!

"More than you can imagine." He's grinning again.

"I don't know," I say, "I can imagine quite a bit."

"You'll get it."

"I better."

"You will!" he says, and as I applaud myself for leading him through an entire Star Wars scene, he grabs my arm and drags me back onto the bed. "Now c'mere!" he says.

-.- 1hour later -.-

"... Dude..." I say. "Wow..."

"So," he says, "Was that beyond your imagination?"

"...Well," I reply coyly, "Maaaaaaybeeeeee."

More smirking. "I'll take that as an 'Oh God yes Stan, give me more,'" he says.

Now I get to grin. "...How would you know my second meanings?"

"Just a hell of a lot of experience," he replies. Which is true…he has "urgent problems that require All of Kyle's Undivided Attention" about once per week. In response, I waggle my eyebrows.

"3 times in three hours," I say. "...I dunno, are you sure I won't break it?"

He tries to sound important. "Don't wanna be deprived of me, eh?"

"Absolutely not!" I insist, snuggling up to him.

"Don't worry, my sweet Kosher love," he says. I love it when he calls me that. "Modern medicine has produced several miracles for sexual virility. I just...happened to acquire these from a certain...mutual friend of ours." He waves a bottle of Viagra, prescription made out to Kenny McCormick.

"Remind me to give him money next time I see him," I say before pouncing on him. He just smirks, and goes to town once again. I'll be hella-sore in the morning, but it's TOTALLY worth it.