Disclaimer: Do not own them.

Title: Fantasies

Summary: The first.

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC

Couple: StanKyle

Written By: Shino

Inspired By: Me and Rah thinking how funny 'id be if they did this.

Comments: Oh, yes. It begins.

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Wendy's Desk

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"You know what, Stan?"

"Hmm?"

"There's something I've always wanted to do."

"What's that?"

"Well, ever since you broke up with Wendy and got with me. . . . I've wanted to. . ."

Stan rolled over, grabbed the hesitating teen by his waist, and spooned his bare back. "What have you wanted to do Kyle?"

Kyle bit his lip, weighing the pro's and con's of his statement in his mind. "Well. . . I've always wanted to fuck on her desk."

Blinking in slight shock, Stan only had a moment to prepare before he burst out laughing. "Seriously? Dude, I can't believe you couldn't just say that." He nuzzled his nose into Kyle's throat, chuckles still emitting from his own. "Do you really want too?"

Kyle's face was bright red but he nodded, tilting his head a little so Stan wouldn't have so much hair in his face. "Yeah, I do. It's just." Pausing he tried to find a reason. "I don't know. . It's an ego thing I guess."

"Fine, let's go now." Stan started to pull away, getting a little excited at the thought.

Twisting around, Kyle looked speechless. "Wha- what? Now?"

Stan nodded, as he started pulling on his pants. Glancing back, he noticed the other hadn't moved. "You brought it up; don't tell me you're already pussing out."

Eyebrows knitting in semi-defiance, Kyle fought out of the sheets twisted around his legs and hastily pulled on his own clothes. "I am not."

Smiling fondly at the Jew, Stan walked up behind him, and when Kyle turned around, he caught him in a kiss. "God you're so sexy when you want to be manly."

Kyle couldn't tell if what Stan had said was a compliment or an insult, so, he decided to ignore it. "Hurry up; you have a key for the school right? Cause of football?"

Stan grinned widely. "Yes, yes I do."

Glancing up and down Stan's half-clothed body, Kyle decided that is time to leave, regardless of how cold it was out. "Cummon then."

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They snuck down the hallways silently, aware of the cameras that ran 24/7.

Finally that made it to the Biology room, the only class that they had with Wendy in it.

"She sits up here doesn't she?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Hey! That was my foot!"

"Mmmm, well I'm about to make it up to you aren't I?"

Kyle went to reply but found his mouth covered, not wanting to fight it, he reached up and wrapped his arms around the taller teen's neck.

Stan reached down and grabbed Kyle's legs and pulled him up so he could wrap his legs around his waist.

They stumbled through the dark classroom, bumping into tables and knocking over chairs, trying to get to the front of the class, to the table that the girl sat at.

Finally, they made it, after shattering one test tube.

"God, should we clean that up?" Kyle wondered aloud, arching against Stan as said-teen sucked at his neck.

Breaking apart long enough to say: 'No', Stan pushed Kyle down onto the hard table, a little more forcefully then he intended.

With his head connecting with the table, Kyle cried out and immediately his hands went for the throbbing spot. "God dammit! That hurt!"

Stan leaned down and kissed Kyle's cheek, "Sorry, Ky. Want me to make it better or continue on with our mission?" His hands, unable to keep still, were already running up under Kyle's shirt.

"Nnnn, just keep going, I'll live." Kyle's hands moved from his own hair, to thread into Stan's.

Smirking a tiny bit, Stan complied.

Hey, his Jew got what his Jew wanted.

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The next day, during class, they couldn't help but laugh when Wendy wondered, aloud, about why her table was so sticky.

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Told you. :3 Not descriptive, cause I'm just not one to write like that. . . . Okay, that's a lie but, whatever.

B

The next one is: Altar (This one probably will be descriptive simply because this bothers Rah to no end)

I will update this daily, I mean, these are short little fuckers, don't take much to write. But, if there is a day I don't update, it's probably cause I got in trouble, and in that event, I'll update with two the next time. Ect. Ect.

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