Shower Fun, a south park fanfic

Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Shower Fun
Summary: Kyle gets a surprise in the shower. Style
Warnings: Slash Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: StanKyle
Written By: Shino
Inspired By:D Dear Moses, I'm not supposed to tell you.
Comments: They're older, 15-16 ish.

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Shower Fun
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"Fuck this; I'm going to take a shower." Kyle stood, no longer able to stand the presence on a certain fat bastard.

"Make sure you don't drop the soap." Cartman called after the Jew, lounging back on the couch.

Turning, Kyle's hands went to his hips. "What the fuck does that mean?" He cast a quick glance to Kenny, how simply shrugged.

"Look man, I've been to prison and every time someone dropped the soap, they got." Pausing dramatically, Cartman leaned forward, with a bit of trouble. "Ass raped."

Kyle's mouth hung open for a moment. "Cartman, you continue to be a dumbass. I'm not ganna get raped in my own shower."

"Don't forget to get the sand outa your pussy."

"Fuck you."

Scowling, Kyle stomped up the stairs, belittling Cartman in his mind.

Upon reaching the bathroom, he slammed the door and turned the water on, still thinking angrily.

Discarding his clothes and stepping into the shower, he instantly grabbed the soap, already wanting to prove the other wrong.

Then, as he was rubbing his arm, it slipped and clattered to the floor. "Dammit. Who woulda thought the fat ass was right?"

"Now where's that damn soap?" Bending over to retrieve it, he felt pressure on his hips.

Kyle jumped, and tried to turn around.

"What the hell!"

Twisting his head around, he caught a glimpse of black hair.

"STAN? What are you doing! WAIT! AH!"

Three falls, Two climaxes and One slap later

"God Stan."

"Shut up."

"I mean, seriously."

"Shut UP."

"Did you even try?"

"Don't TALK about it."

Kyle turned and stared at the teen next to him. "My hips hurt."

"I'm sure that's not the only thing." Stan spat sarcastically, face buried in his hands.

"You're right, it's not." Eyes looking up, Kyle though for a moment. "So does my shins, back, and, oh right," He looked back to Stan. "My ass hurts. . . Why does that seem familiar?"

Stan peeked through his fingers. "Cause you told me that once when we were eight." Dropping his hands, Stan leaned back. "How about we agree to never speak of this again."

Kyle contemplated Stan's proposition. "Only if you tell me why."

"I. . . I don't know." Shrugging, Stan moved to stand.

"Oh no. You're staying here." Kyle grabbed Stan's arm and jerked him back down. "Explain yourself."

Stan pouted and crossed his arms, glowered at his feet.

Poking and prodding Stan, Kyle couldn't help but smile. "Cummon, why did you suddenly decide to become a fag?"

"Screw you!"

"We've already done that."

"AUGH!"

"Hey sounds like you're repeating what happened in the shower."

Groaning loudly, Stan slumped back. "I hate you."

"So, you only fuck people you hate? That explains why Wendy is still a virgin." Kyle smirked, dropping back beside his friend. "Ow."

Stan sighed. "Sorry man, I don't know what came over me."

"It's cool." Kyle awkwardly patted Stan's chest from their position. "It wasn't so bad."

Grunting was the only reply.

Kyle wiggled around a bit, running his hands over his own chest now. "You know, I think we should do it again. Cause A: You didn't kiss me, and it's just not proper to fuck and not kiss. And B: Like I said, it wasn't so bad."

Stan turned his head to the side and cocked a brow at the red-head. "Seriously dude?"