I understand that it's been a while since I've been on here, but this story should let you know that I'm not dead like you probably figured I was. I got bored, and I have some limited internet access, so I figured I'd post this story that I've been working on for a little while.

Kyle sighed and closed his eyes. He was laying on Stan's bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower so they could go to sleep already. It was only eleven o'clock, but Kyle was exhausted. He yawned and stretched his legs, hearing the shower turn off in the bathroom next door.

The door opened and Stan walked out in a towel, nothing Kyle hadn't seen before.

Stan ignored Kyle, almost forgetting he was there, and threw his towel on the ground, walking over to his dresser. Kyle wanted to stare, but instead, he acted as if he was disgusted.

Of course, he wasn't.

"Dude!" Kyle exclaimed, using his hands to shield Stan.

Stan turned around furrowed his brows.

"You don't like what you see?" Stan laughed.

Kyle wanted desperately to look, but managed to control his hormones and look the other way. Stan rolled his eyes and pulled on his boxers, and then a shirt.

"I'm not like that," Kyle lied, finally being able to gawk at his best friend.

Stan frowned, "Not even a little bit for me?" He joked.

"No." Kyle sorely stated. He didn't always appreciate Stan's jokes about them being gay; he heard enough of that at school almost every single day.

Stan shrugged, and Kyle swung his legs off the bed. He was too in boxers and a t-shirt, which was what he normally fell asleep in.

Kyle knew that he would have totally been into messing around with Stan, but he would never even joke with him about that, for fear that Stan might take it the wrong way. He didn't know why he couldn't just play along, for Stan always would play around about being in love with Kyle. Kyle knew he wasn't.

Stan shrugged again, "What do you want to do tonight?"

Kyle looked around, and then down at the bed, "Sleep?"

"But there's so much more we could do on this bed rather than sleep."

"Sick!" Kyle shouted.

"Aw come on Kyle, let's do something more fun."

Kyle shook his head, "Stop joking, I'm tired, come on."

"I'm not joking."

Kyle turned his body around and proceeded to lie down, facing the wall.

"I'm going to sleep."

Stan hopped onto the bed and snuggled close to Kyle. "You don't mind me laying so close, right?"

Kyle's face turned bright red, but luckily, Stan couldn't see it. He covered his face in the pillow and bit his bottom lip, straining himself not to say anything.

"No, not if you sleep," the redhead made known.

"Mmm, let's have some fun."

Kyle shot up. "Why are you saying this for?"

He smirked, "Come on, Kyle. We won't be seventeen forever, and we can get away with this tonight," the ebon haired boy quoted, pushing some locks of hair from his eyes.

"Please, don't ever quote that song again."

Stan leaned down and pressed his lips to Kyle's, silencing him. Maybe if Stan was totally serious about this whole thing, he could go through with it without a worry.

Without acting as he had before, Kyle closed his eyes and kissed back. He comfortably placed his hands behind Stan's head, and went along with it.

Kyle pulled away from Stan's lips, "You convinced me."

I couldn't finish. I have no time, and I figured it'd be better giving you guys some of a story, rather than none. The only reason I actually can update today is because I'm in California and my aunt here has a computer, so... yeah xD Enjoy, and review telling me how horrible this was.