Disclaimer: Do not own them.

Title: Confessions

Summary: There are some ways you NEVER want to confess. Style

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC

Couple: StanKyle

Written By: Shino

Inspired By: Got the urge to write it while reading 'The Boy Who Loved Tweek Tweak' by Faery Goddyss

Comments: Slash:dances:

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Confessions

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"I'm very disappointed in you, Stanly, Kyle."

Stan sighed agitated; this was the fifth time he and the Jew had been sent to the Principles office in the past week.

Kyle shot Stan a look, and folded his hands into his lap. "We're sorry, we didn't mean too. Right Stan?"

"Hmm?" Stan looked up. "Yeah, yeah, what he said."

"Yes, well, please, refrain from fighting with other students. I would like you to say here for a moment, I need to go collect some forms."

Kyle watched the man leave before turning on his friend. "Dammit Stan! Stop picking fights with Cartman over nothing!" He glared lightly, he couldn't truly be mad.

Eyebrows furrowing, Stan looked at the floor, leaning forward in his seat. "But he was bothering you. And that bothers me."

Trying not to feel flattered, Kyle looked away, focusing his eyes on some scattered papers on the desk before him. "I don't see why. . . See man," He turned and leaned back, regarding Stan with an odd expression. "This is why everyone thinks we're gay. Stop defending me like I'm your mother fucking wife or girlfriend."

"Augh," Stan's head snapped up, and he growled lightly, ignoring the crick in his neck. "See, this is why I have to! You don't defend yourself! Someone has too! Plus. . ." Stan paused and stood, pacing a bit.

"Oh dear Moses, don't you fucking dare Stanly." Kyle stood also, his breath hitching. Kyle tried to not refer to the other by his full name but if the teen was about to say what Kyle thought he was going to say, Kyle HAD to stop him.

Stan slammed his hand down onto the desk, receiving a very painfully jolt from his palm as a repercussion. "Goddammit Kyle! I have too! I love you!"

Face turning a dark red, Kyle managed to wave a few fingers in the direction of Stan's hand, a small noise escaping his throat.

Even in his annoyed state Stan turned and looked at the source of the Jew's attention. "Oh, fuck." He groaned when he saw the bright red light greeting him, a scant few inches away from the button Stan was unintentionally pressing.

Kyle lifted his hands and covered his face. "Dear God, I hate you Stan. I hate you so fucking much." Then, without letting the other reply, Kyle grabbed his collar and jerked Stan towards him.

Stan's eyes widened when Kyle's lips connected with his at first and as soon as he was relaxing into the unexpected action, the door burst open to show a very flustered man.

"What are you boys doing?"

Both tried not to groan and ignored their elders cries in favour of each other.

"Piss off old man." Stan muttered pressing Kyle closer.

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I finally wrote some REAL slash. . . . . I think.

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