Kyle stumbles behind Stan, his legs struggling to keep up with the taller boy. He can feel Stan's anger fuming through his entire body and he doesn't like it. Cartman can be a prick sometimes, but Kyle would give anything to protect this secret. Oh, God, if his mother found out.

Stan stops suddenly and spins around so quickly Kyle takes a protective step back. He frowns deeply at the redhead, but upon seeing the concern and confusion on his face, the frown ceases from existence. Instead Stan offers a small smile and sways awkwardly on his feet. Behind this innocent act, he is still angry.

"So…" Kyle begins uncertainly, desperate to understand what's going on.

"So?" Stan echoes, a shred of sarcasm laces his words. Kyle remains silent, so Stan continues, "Are you going to just let him talk to you like that?" At first Kyle simply shrugs his shoulders in response, but Stan's focused eyes beckon for a deeper answer.

"I-it's how it normally goes, Stan." Kyle says, attempting to reason. Stan shakes his head and turns away. When he turns back, he lifts an arm to point an accusing finger at Kyle, but drops it suddenly when Kyle's emerald eyes shine bright with fresh tears.

"Hey, Hey." Stan mutters softly, struggling to calm Kyle down. He bends forward slightly, positioning himself eye to eye with the redhead. Comforting words would be helpful at a time like this, but Stan finds himself overcome with the desire to kiss Kyle. Without hesitation, he places his lips on top on Kyle's. Kyle responds willingly and reaches up to enclose his arms around Stan's neck.

The kiss heats up.

Stan lets out a deep grunt and presses up hard against Kyle's body. The two boys slam against the lockers. Stan breaks the kiss to nibble on Kyle's slender neck. He starts out gently, taking his time. Kyle feels himself heat up and intertwines his fingers in Stan's raven hair. He moans softly into Stan's ear, causing Stan to bite down hard. Kyle cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Stan grips Kyle's waist and grinds their hips together.

"Holy fuck, Kyle," He manages to say between heavy pants, "I want you so –"

"Badly." Says a third voice.

Stan and Kyle push away from each other as their hands desperately try to straighten out their clothes. Kenny smirks, letting his obvious amusement show.

Stan attempts to stretch his shirt over his thighs and sighs in exasperation.

"How come it's always you?"

"Better me than let's say your ex," he tells Stan before shifting his gaze to Kyle, "or your mother."

The two boys don't say a word.

They can't.

He has a point.

"I thought I should warn you that lunch is almost over." He nods down the length of the hallway. "Unless you want to show off your boners to the entire school."

"Kenny!" Kyle shouts, blushing a deep crimson. Kenny chuckles at his reaction and holds his hands up defensively. He then hugs himself as if trying to keep warm.

"There's so much sexual tension in here, it's everywhere," he says mockingly. Stan doesn't know whether to laugh or yell. So he growls instead. Kenny shakes his head in disappointment.

"Please, for the sake of your sanities, have SEX!" He winks and leaves the two boys embedded in silence.

Kyle scratches the back of his head and motions to the empty air.

"I have to, you know, go to class," he mumbles as he backs away. "See you."

Stan is alone in the deserted hallway; his eyes remain where Kyle's body was.

Was this a mistake?

Anytime he tries to make a move, anytime Kyle tries to make a move, it always ends up the same way. He knows how two guys have sex.

But does Kyle want it? It definitely sounded like he wanted it just now.

It shouldn't be this hard.

Stan kicks a nearby locker in frustration seconds before the bell rings. Once again he stretches his shirt out and sighs.

The tension makes his blood boil.

*.*.*

Stan and Kyle leave the cafeteria as Cartman struggles to get back on his feet. The chatter in the room increases slowly until it's back to the regular, noisy atmosphere. Wendy narrows her eyes and makes an attempt to stand up, but is blocked by the arm of Kenny.

"Don't even think about it," Kenny warns. Wendy shakes her head and laughs awkwardly. Seeing Kenny's expression change to stone cold is rare. It's scary.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Wendy says defensively. Kenny glances at the lunch table, all eyes are focused on them. He motions for Wendy to follow him and she does. They find a secluded spot in the corner of the cafeteria.

"Don't even think about it," Kenny repeats. Wendy shakes her head.

"I can get him back, you don't understand."

"He doesn't want you back." Kenny states simply. Wendy puts on a sadistic grin and points out her chin.

"We'll see what he wants. If Kyle won't 'give it' to him, I can," Wendy purrs, licking her ruby lips. Kenny can't help but laugh quietly to himself.

"I don't think he wants to catch whatever it is you have." He shakes his head, still laughing to himself and walks away before looking at Wendy's reaction. That girl can be crazy sometimes.

He leaves the cafeteria. He lets his eyes quickly scan the long hallways before landing on the silhouette of two boys in the distance.

They can`t even keep their hands off each other, Kenny thinks to himself.

Time to play cupid.

A/N: The next few chapters will hopefully be a bit longer. The rating will probably change to 'M' depending on where the story goes. I plan to get the next chapter up during this week.

Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story for so long! :)