Posing

Chapter 1

An older Kyle Broflovski is painting one day in art class. This project was nothing special, but the teacher was supposed to announce the next major assignment today.

Kyle was nervous. He usually excelled in all of his classes, but art was something he struggled in. He had to get a good grade on the next project. He had to spend extra time working on it, working out every detail. No matter what.

"Okay class," the teacher suddenly called from the front of the room. "I finally got the approval last night, so your next major assignment is all set. We're going to be doing modeling."

"Modeling?" some kid in the back of the class yelled. Kyle frowned. He hated making people sit there and wait patiently for him to draw them. Being that he was a perfectionist, it wasn't some hour long job.

"Yes, modeling. Now guys, try to act a bit mature with this next part," the teacher continued. "We are going to produce a detailed drawing of a nude model."

A few guys, naturally, snickered immaturely from the back of the room. Kyle continued looking apprehensive about the whole thing.

"Please make it tasteful." the teacher pleaded with his students. "I stuck my neck out for you guys for this. No copied pictures from pornography movies, and nothing obviously sexual. Just someone in their most basic human form."

A fit of laughter could be heard from the back once again, and the teacher stared angrily at the culprits.

"The human body is a beautiful work of art in itself. I ask that you guys pay close attention to the form of your model. This is the final project before midterm, and I am expecting top quality from all of you. I wouldn't give you this assignment if I didn't think you were capable of creating a sensual non-sexual composition. The person you chose for your model is up to you, but I suggest you keep your choice limited to someone close to you."

Kyle looked around the room. One name kept flashing over and over in his mind. The one person he'd wanted to see naked since his voice started to change.

Class continued on as normal for the rest of the period, but Kyle couldn't shake that bombshell from his mind. It was likely a few of the other students couldn't either. He was glad he had a model in mind right away. He was already a step ahead of the other students in that sense. He knew he had to ask his subject, but when? How? Worse yet, his first choice could still say no. Kyle left class pondering all of this, and headed for lunch.

"Hey Kyle," Stan greeted him when they met up at Kyle's locker.

Kyle jumped. It wasn't that Stan had surprised him--he met him there everyday before lunch. That way they could stand in line together.

"Hey" Kyle replied, as he did every day. The two headed for the lunch line together.

"Anything happen in your classes today?" Stan asked casually. Kyle looked into his blue eyes, anticipating some story about the chem. lab's minor explosion like he had given him a few days before.

Kyle shook his head. "Nah."

"Oh well." Stan shrugged. Not every day could be exciting. "Oh, and Kenny wanted me to invite you to his party this weekend." he added.

"Oh," Kyle replied, not really paying attention. He followed Stan as they made their way to the endless lunch line.

Stan looked around the cafeteria, looking for a place to sit. Kyle looked at Stan.

"Actually, something did happen today," he decided. Stan's eyes went wide.

"Did you blow up the entire south wing?" he asked, smiling. He got a kick out of Kyle's accidents.

"Not exactly," Kyle started. "We got a new assignment in art class to-"

"HEY KEN!" Stan shouted to the blonde haired guy, walking up with a cheesy grin on his face.

"Sup?" Kenny replied as he joined his friends in line. "Did you invite Kyle yet?"

"Yep" Stan said.

"Cool."

"What are you doing in here anyway? Don't you have a class right now?" Kyle asked, a little annoyed at his friend. If Kenny ate with them, Kyle wouldn't be speaking to Stan privately.

"Meh" the poor boy shrugged. "Why go to class when I can sneak two lunches?"

Stan laughed, and Kyle glared. He couldn't be mad at the boy, but lunch would have been the perfect opportunity to ask Stan about...the project.

"You got my present yet?" Kenny inquired of his pals.

"Kenny we could give you a dollar right now and you'd take it as a present," Kyle said sarcastically. He felt irritable for some reason. Why did Kenny have to be standing right there?

Kenny smirked at the remark. "Sounds like all your dollars are up your ass. What's wrong?"

"Nothing" Kyle answered right away, not wanting to come off as suspicious. "Forget it."

Stan looked over to Kyle, concerned. "Something bad happen in art? You were saying something about it."

Kyle shrugged. "Not important."

"Then you can start thinking about more important things! Like my present," Kenny replied giddily.

"What do you want anyway?" Stan asked.

"You know what I want," Kenny said, bringing his index finger up to Stan's chest, and circling it around.

At this, Kyle went red with anger. He pushed the smirking boy off of his best friend, Kenny falling backwards and almost losing his balance.

"What the fuck dude!" Kenny questioned, a bit angry himself now.

Kyle rolled his eyes. He had to think of a cover and fast.

"Sorry Kenny, but not every guy there is gonna give you THAT present!" Kyle snapped. "And if that's why I'm invited to your party, forget it!"

Kenny backed off, throwing his hands up in the air as if to admit defeat. "Chill, dude! I'm just fucking with you!"

Stan watched the whole thing in slow motion.

Kyle growled and moved ahead in the line.

"The hell?" Kenny wondered, scratching his head as he stared after the departing Jew.

Stan snapped out of his daze and shrugged off Kyle's behavior. "Probably got a B on a project or something." Stan watched Kyle storm away in a huff, grabbing his milk and fruit cup with fury.

Kyle didn't eat in the cafeteria that day.

Later that night in his bedroom, Kyle finally worked up the nerve to pick up his phone. He had been staring at it for about a half an hour now, but he just worked up the courage to actually pick up the receiver in his hand. Now to dial Stan's number.

He frantically paced back and forth, the words in his head all jumbled together. He stared down at number he had pressed. Stan was #2 on his speed dial, second to only his demanding mother. The name "Stan" appeared in bright blue letters on the screen. He took a deep breath and pressed "send."

"Hello?" Stan answered on the other end of the line. Kyle cringed at the sound of the other boy's voice. He had been hoping for a voice mail message or something else that could further delay the inevitable.

"Hi," he answered.

"Hey, dude, what's up?" Stan asked, casually. He and Kyle had called each other so many times in the years of their friendship, Stan knew exactly who it was by just the way Kyle breathed.

Kyle swallowed hard. Here goes nothing, he thought.

"Stan, I um, I wanted to ask you something."

"Kay. What?"

"...Well, I-I have this thing to do for art, see?" Kyle stammered. "A..aand I need you to help me out with it," he continued, figuring it was best to just come right out and say it instead of beating around the bush so that Stan would get suspicious. Kyle wouldn't want him to find out the truth about how he felt.

Stan laughed. "What, you need someone do be your nude model or something?"

Something in the way that he laughed made Kyle unsure of whether to go on. His heart beat quickened, and he felt his palms sweat.

"..." Kyle paused, barely breathing.

"...Kyle?" Stan called into the receiver, thinking the line may have gone dead.

Silence.

"Kyle?" Stan asked again, persistently.

Kyle's throat had gone dry. "Uh..well...uh..."

He could hear Stan's eyes open wide. "DUDE! You have to draw someone naked!"

"...Y...Yeah..." Kyle barely managed to get out.

"...Whoa," Stan finally replied with surprise.

"Yeah, I know. The teacher had to fight a long time to get the school to agree, but they did...So...Yeah..."

"So wait," Stan paused, starting to register why Kyle had called. "You want me to do it?"

"Well, the teacher said to make it someone you're really close with." Kyle explained, which was the truth.

"Well, yeah obviously." Stan agreed with the reasoning.

"And if I look at my options," Kyle continued, "there really isn't anyone else. My parents, NO, Cartman, HELL NO, and Kenny...well...Kenny would probably take it as hitting on him. Besides, Kenny takes his clothes off with or without modeling, we need to capture beauty," Kyle explained.

He froze. Had he just said that he thought Stan's body was beautiful?

"...Stan?" Kyle asked this time, also thinking the line had been cut off.

"Y-yeah I'm here." Stan confirmed. "...I'll...I'll think about it. Okay?"

Kyle closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. That was all he could ask for at this time. He didn't really expect Stan to even think about it. "Alright. Well, we have to start it rather soon. So..."

"Yeah, I get it, "Stan said quietly. "I'll let you know tomorrow."

And like that, they said their goodbyes and Kyle fell onto his bed, his entire body cramped up and in desperate need of release.

---

The next day, Stan and Kyle met up for lunch as usual. This time they made sure they were alone, since Stan told Kyle he'd give him an answer about the art situation.

Kyle didn't want to press the issue, but the bell was about to ring in five minutes, and Stan had not brought it up at all. He couldn't wait a whole other day.

"Hey Stan?"

"Yeah?"

Kyle looked down at his tray of food, not wanting to look his friend directly in the eyes as he spoke.

"...Have, uh, have you thought about...Ya know, the art project?"

Stan's eyes trailed down to his food as well. He picked up his fork and started toying with the green meat sitting before him.

"Yeah..." he said bashfully.

Kyle looked up to see his friend. Stan looked so cute the way his cheeks flushed a very obvious pink and his eyes avoided the situation, Kyle thought. He wondered what was going on in that brain of his...

"I don't know." Stan answered, interrupting Kyle's thought process. "I mean, wouldn't it be weird?"

"...Well, yeah." Kyle admitted. "But that kinda thing would be weird with anybody."

Stan stuck out his bottom lip, as if thinking about what Kyle had just said. "True..." he agreed.

"So," Kyle pressed on, "if you decided to do it, then we'd need to meet for it really soon. Like tonight."

Stan spit out the milk he was drinking. "TONIGHT!" he cried. Guess the idea hadn't sunk in with him yet.

Kyle bit his lip. "Or...tomorrow night...whichever" he mumbled. The fact Stan hadn't said no yet was inviting.

"...Isn't...Isn't that kinda quick though?" Stan asked.

"Yeah, but it's better to get it over with." Kyle reasoned. "Ya know? You'd be posing for hours, so..." He trailed off again.

This time Stan choked on his milk. He looked straight into Kyle's hopeful eyes, his own wide with embarrassment. "HOURS!"

Kyle's cheeks matched that of his friends. "Well yeah..."

"...And...And it -has- to be naked?" Stan wondered out loud.

"Last time I checked, that's what the word nude meant." Kyle attempted to make a joke, but it was only met by the unsure expression on Stan's face.

Stan sighed. "I don't know dude." he repeated.

Kyle looked around the room, flustered. He didn't really want anyone else for this project. The boy in front of him was his dream model. The perfect body, the perfect face, the perfect lips...

Kyle caught himself staring at Stan's lips for quite some time. "Kyle?" Stan asked, unaware of his friend's ulterior motive.

Kyle slipped further into daydreaming about Stan's lips upon his own. The thought of that made his heart soar. It came crashing down when Kenny once again plopped his smiling face next to Stan.

"I swear, the lunch ladies are never gonna catch on." Kenny declared with a laugh.

Kyle glared at his untimely friend. His gaze traveled to Stan, who wore a look of relief.

Oh god, he thought. Stan will never do this. Maybe I should ask Kenny.

He swallowed all his pride and took a deep breath. "Hey Ken, I've got a question for you."

The blonde nodded. "Shoot"

"We have this art project, see..." Kyle started. He kept looking at Stan to see what his reaction was, but Stan appeared lost in space. He sighed, continuing. "And we have to do this project...um...we have to have this model, see," Kyle stuttered. No matter who it was, it was just as embarrassing to talk about. "We have to draw a nu-"

"OKAY OKAY!" Stan cried out. "I'll do it, dude." Kyle turned his attention to his best friend, surprised at the sudden outburst and willingness.

"...You will?" Kyle double checked.

"...Yeah. Yeah I will." Stan agreed, a bit surprised himself at the sudden reaction and agreement.

Kyle grinned ever so slightly. "Nevermind Kenny."

"...Um, okay..."

"Go away, Kenny," Stan said, once more surprised at his reaction. "Kyle and I need to...talk."

Kenny looked offended, but shrugged it off. "Lover's quarrel?" he cooed, only to receive a smack on the shoulder from Stan.

"Okay, okay I'm going." Ken informed them, taking his tray and heading off for another table. "Later assholes."

"Later Ken," Kyle replied, not really saying it to Kenny himself, but more to the fact that he was gone. Finally. Stan was his. Er...his model. Stan was his model.

"So, okay." Stan said, coming to the realization himself that he had agreed to this. "...W...When do you want me to come by?"

"Well," Kyle started to think about it himself, "you could have dinner with us and then I'd tell mom we're doing a project so she wouldn't bug us or walk in or anything."

Stan shuddered at the thought of Kyle's mom walking in on him naked. With Kyle in the room. Whoa. Kyle was going to be in the room with Stan...naked. "Yeahletsdothat!" he replied quickly, not wanting to have to think about what was about to take place.

"Okay..." Kyle ate some food, once again trying to hide a blush. "So...Come by at seven?"

"Sure." Stan agreed, also going back to lunch in equal embarrassment.

Stan looked back up to his friend, and in an attempt to lighten the awkward mood, he offered a smile. "What should I wear?" he asked.

Kyle didn't want to laugh at the question, but couldn't help himself. Stan knew just how to push his buttons, for better or worse, and that included tapping into his sense of humor when needed.

"Somehow I don't think it matters much." Kyle answered sarcastically. "Something you won't mind getting dirty and wrinkled on the floor."

Stan laughed uncomfortably. "I'll keep that in mind..." he said uneasily.