Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, blah blah blah.

WARNINGS:

SLASH

STAN AND KYLE

SEXUAL CONTENT

UNDERAGE DRINKING AND PORN

The boys are about 14

Around 8:30 pm Saturday night, the doorbell rang. Cartman was just about to yell for his mom to get it when he remembered she was out whoring for the weekend. Damn it. It had to be the guys. Cartman jumped off the couch and shuffled to the door, grumbling under his breath. "Hey assholes. What's going on?" He greeted the three.

"Not much, dick weed." Kenny replied cheerfully. They walked in, each carrying a sleeping bag and a backpack. Cartman closed the door behind him and resumed his position on the sofa, craning his head around the others as he tried to see the TV screen. "Guys." He whined. "You're blocking mah view heah. (heah is meant to be said like here but in Cartman's way of saying it. I'm not exactly sure how that'd be spelled.) I can't see shit. "

"The only shit you'll be seeing is this." Kenny pulled a couple of DVDs out of his pack. He passed one of them to Cartman. His brown eyes widened at the picture on the front. "Whoa, dude. Where'd you get this?" He forgot all about the show he'd been watching and continued staring at the naked girl that was displayed on the cover.

Kenny just smirked. "I have my ways, but if you must know, my dad has a secret stash of Playboys, Hustlers, Penthouse, and many other porn mags I don't have time to mention. He also has at least a dozen sex tapes too. Most of them are on DVD, but a few are VHS."

Kyle and Stan crowded around Cartman to examine this piece of forbidden lust. "Wow. Are those things real?" Stan asked in awe. Not counting his mom's, he'd never seen a woman's naked breasts before and seeing them now up close and personal made him more than a little hard.

"No way they can be real. You can totally tell from this angle that they're silicon." Kyle said. Cartman rolled his eyes. "Give us a break, Jew. Who cares if they're real? I can just imagine when you finally get that chance to bang a beautiful girl. You'll be asking her first if her boobs are real." He laughed at his own lame joke.

Kyle glared at the obese kid. "Shut up fat ass! Just because I haven't gotten around to finding a girlfriend doesn't mean I'm gay or anything."

"Oh no Kyle. Definitely not." Cartman said sarcastically.

During the boys' bantering, Kenny had taken out a variety of alcohol bottles from his backpack and had stood them in a straight line on the floor. All together there were 7 bottles.

Stan blanched. "Jesus Christ dude. Where the hell did you get all that shit?"

"From my dad's liquor cabinet. Where else? I thought we could use some loosening up." Kenny patiently explained.

"We could get caught you know." Kyle said. He wasn't too thrilled Kenny had brought liquor at their sleepover.

"Who's gonna catch us? Your mom's gone for the whole weekend, right?" Kenny asked Cartman. Cartman nodded, already eyeing the drinks. It looked like he was deciding which one he wanted to start with. "She won't be back until Sunday night."

"See?" Kenny told Kyle. "Nothing to worry about." Kyle sighed deeply. "If you say so." Cartman threw a fist in the air. "What are we waiting for? Let's get watchin'." He cried. He grabbed one of the smaller glass bottles and popped the disc into the DVD player. All four boys settled back to watch Hotel Lust.

4 and half hours later...

A light snoring sound could be heard from the couch as the screen flickered back and forth. Cartman had passed out. Sprawled out on the floor, the other boys were surrounded by countless empty boxes of Cheesy Poofs and other assortments of junk food.

Stan and Kyle were still wide-awake. A little woozy, but still alert. Not to mention more than a little horny but neither boy seemed to be doing anything about it. Kenny seemed to be out of it and was busy working on yet another box of Cheesy Poofs. Most of the bottles were half empty. Kyle's stomach felt a little queasy as he shifted his position on the floor. He was spread out on his sleeping bag, next to Stan.

Stan stared blankly ahead, not even caring about the mess around him. He wasn't really focusing on the TV either. All he could think about was how dangerously close Kyle was to him on the floor. He glanced at Kenny, who was alternating between Cheesy Poofs and whiskey.

"Some party, huh?" Stan whispered to Kyle. The redhead looked over at his best friend, prone in his own warm comfort. He nodded. Stan felt Kyle gazing at him that made him feel a bit uncomfortable. He glanced over at Kyle. He had a goofy grin on his face. "What?" Stan asked irritably. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I just think you're cute." Kyle said. Stan was shocked. "Wha-what?" Stan stuttered. Kyle just shrugged and turned his head back to the TV. "Hey, you can't just say something and not explain yourself. What the hell was that about?" Stan asked. He wasn't really upset at him. He was curious and more than a little surprised at this outburst.

Kyle realized he was in deep (ahem) and he thought he'd better think of a way out fast. "Um, uh. Hehe. You know." Kyle blushed. Damn it. Me and my big mouth. He thought sadly. "No, I don't know Kyle. Why don't you tell me?" Stan persisted. If looks could kill, Kyle would've been dead and buried.

"Well." Kyle took a deep breath. He made a rash decision. He quickly propped himself up on his elbows and leaned in towards Stan. He planted a somewhat long kiss on the other boy's soft, warm lips. Stan's blue eyes went wide. He didn't pull away but he stiffened at the touch of his best friend's lips on his own.

Kyle quickly backed down, laying on the floor once again and burying his face in his arms. Stan glanced over at Kenny, who had also passed out at this point, with the bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, the box of Cheesy Poofs spilled on the floor beside him. He looked behind him. Cartman was still unconscious.

Stan was silent. He could tell Kyle was crying, by the way his shoulders heaved up and down and from the way small, quiet sobs emitted from him.

He was at a loss for words. He wanted to comfort Kyle, to tell him everything was going to be alright, but he didn't know where that kiss came from. Was it something he'd been planning all along or something that just happened on the spur of the moment because of the porn?

"Kyle." Stan whispered. He gingerly touched the other boy's shoulder. Kyle slowly looked up, scared of what Stan might to do to him. Would he lose his best friend over his blatant stupidity?

"Let's go upstairs for a minute. I want to talk to you in private." Stan said firmly. Kyle nodded and followed his friend up the stairs, all the while chanting to himself, "You are such an idiot, you are such an idiot."

Hey. So what do you think? Should I continue? I know it's another slash Stan and Kyle thing, but this story just came to me one day so I decided to post it. Sorry. I just love those two. I'll add more if you like it. I do have a couple of non-slash South Park fics in mind, but I don't know when I'll get around to writing those. Please check my profile for more details. Thanks.