Disclaimer: Stan, Kyle and Sheila belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker and I in no way own them.
Title: Fantasies
Summary: Sleeping trouble
Warnings: Slash Cussing PWP (kinda)OOC
Couple: StanKyle (Or is it KyleStan?)
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: There is a disorder (But I can't remember the name) that very few people have that makes them 'sleep' for hours or years at a time. And during that time, they can be up and doing stuff but they can't hold conversations, can't try to do anything new and they don't think much before doing or speaking.

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Sleeping Trouble
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"So he hasn't gotten up all weekend?" Stan asked, looking at Sheila.

"No! And I've tried everything!"

"Um, so you want me to get him up?" Motioning vaguely to himself, Stan glanced to the side, thinking he heard a noise.

"Yes!"

A Stan was about to turn back to the woman, Kyle stumbled down the stairs. "But, he's up. . ."

Sheila whirled. "KYLE! What in the world-!"

Kyle glared at his mother. "Shuddup." Facing Stan, he smiled. "St'n."

"WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?"

"Hi, Kyle. . ?" Waving at the advancing red-head, Stan noticed the dazed look on his face. "Are you okay?"

Kyle paused and looked down at the floor. "Wha the. . ." He looked back up. "Wanna fuck."

Stan took an involuntary step back, casting a look at Sheila. "Kyle, maybe you should go back to bed."

Shaking his head, Kyle advanced again. "I. Wanna. Fuck. St'n."

"WHAT?"

"That's nice." Moving towards the other now, Stan placed his hands on Kyle's shoulders. "I'm ganna take you back to bed before your mother has an aneurysm."

Kyle glared at Stan and shook his head again. "No." Then, before Stan could try to get him back upstairs, he pressed against the brunet and his hands found Stan's hips. "Fuck now."

"KYLE?!"

"Kyle, think about this before-"

Then Kyle's hands slipped down the front of Stan's shorts.

"WHATWHATWHAT!"

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"I did that in front of my mom?" Kyle leaned back and regarded Stan with a disbelieving look.

"Yes, you did. And I thought she was going to murder me." Stan sighed and laid back, his hand pushed on Kyle to get him to scoot over. "You really don't remember any of this?"

Kyle moved closer instead of away. "I don't remember anything from the past week."

Stan sighed again and used Kyle's leg as a pillow. "God you suck."

Smiling, Kyle reached out and grabbed Stan's hand in his own. "I know this."

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Lame I know, but I had to write something to get out of my rut.

DD:

I'll write better stuff later.

I think.

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