Title: The Wedding
Fandom: South Park
Characters: Stan/Kyle
Word Count: 7,037
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Now happily engaged, the boys are blind sided when Kyle's mom comes for a visit.
Again sleep did not come easily for either boy they were too used to having a bed buddy. Sleeping alone was just uncomfortable. But both boys managed to get at least one full cycle of sleep in before the morning. So even though they had a hard time sleeping, first thing in the morning they felt wide awake.
As the hours ticked by, they began showing signs of their lack of sleep. Irritability, especially with Kyle, listlessness, especially at the check point, Stan even felt nauseous from the lack of sleep.
As they boarded their plane Stan realized that their seats were not next to each other. Cartman, Kenny, and Butters, sat in front of Craig, Clyde, and Tweek. Stan sat at the back of the plane and Kyle about ten rows ahead of him. Both boys felt disappointed by this knowledge, but decided not to make any waves. Their flight was not very long and a week in San Diego was worth the time apart.
That is until Kyle realized that he had to sit squished between two of the biggest people he had ever seen. Like Cartman as a child they were as wide as they were tall, and they had to be like six feet tall. In fact, he had a hard time breathing as he sat between them. Sometimes he had to rise up off the seat, balancing on his toes just to get a good breath. It was just terrible; he could not even tell if he was sitting next to men or women!
After the attendants instructed the passengers on flying safety, and the plane had finally leveled off, Kyle went to take another deep breath. As he did so, he had the chance to look over his shoulders. Tweek was panicking from his seat between Craig and Clyde, but not enough to attract attention from other passengers. Cartman was pointing to things out Butter's window, Kenny's seat was empty.
The redhead felt a little jealous that everyone was having a pretty decent flight except for him, but he felt that he could handle the knowledge. Then he saw where Stan was sitting. Stan was sitting and chatting in between a young brunette girl around their age, and a young blond guy also around their age.
God had to have a sense of humor because if he did not then this was just not fair. How did he get stuck between human beanbag chairs and Stan got stuck between the cutest girl and guy on the flight! Kyle had to do something, but if he went over there he would just look jealous. Stan was only talking to them, but Kyle was jealous, Stan's seat was way better then his! Did Stan even notice or care how bad his seats were.
Kyle sighed to himself and decided he had to let it go. He was about to reseat himself when he caught sight of Kenny. The blond had that widest grin on his face, and he was strutting to his seat from the back of the plane, like he had just joined the mile-high club. Then Kyle realized that Kenny had just joined the mile-fucking-high club. Neither Kenny's double thumbs up nor the stewardess's goofy grin had anything to do with Kyle's comprehension.
Swearing under his breath, Kyle reseated himself. He wanted to join the fucking-mile-high club. He was the one in a steady relationship, not Kenny.
Making up his mind Kyle squeezed out from between his neighbors and made his way to the back of the plane. Kyle stopped first in front of Stan's row. The raven haired college student smiled up at him, definitely not aware of Kyle's seating arrangements.
Kyle leaned down and across Stan's male neighbor. He whispered only semi-quietly, "I'm going to the bathroom. Knock three times." With that he made his way back to the plane's bathroom.
Inside the bathroom cabin, Kyle locked the door, turning on the light. He splashed water on his face and wait for Stan to join him. It was a few minutes later that Kyle worried. Maybe Stan did not understand his request that Stan join him. Rolling his eyes Kyle decided that luck today was not on his side.
Then came three knocks, Kyle, faster as possible threw open the door, dragged Stan it (it was Stan) and shut the door behind him. They had to shift around a bit to fit in the cabin but they eventually managed.
"So what's up?" Stan leaned a hand against the sink.
"What's up? I'm sitting by tubs of lard. You're sitting by Brad and Angela's clones. What's up? I have had sex with my fiancé in two weeks. What's up? Kenny just fucked a stewardess and is now in the mile-high club. I want to be in the mile-high club." Kyle explained, quickly, he was frustrated.
Stan looked a little confused, but once he processed the information fired at him he frowned. "Don't you have to have sex on an airplane to join the mile-high club?"
"Yes, and it has to be in the air. Please?" Kyle looked needy as possible.
Thinking about it, weighing the results and the consequences Stan asked, "Can you be quiet?" Kyle took his hat off and balled it up shoving it in his mouth. "Okay. Turn around."
Kyle did so. He pushed down the lid of the toilet pressed his shins against the seat. Stan moved away from the seat, standing with his back to the door. Double checking that it was locked, Stan pushed Kyle's pants and boxers to his ankles.
Kyle leaned over putting his hands on either side of the toilet's lid, giving Stan an excellent view of Kyle's ass. Stan pulled his penis from his shorts. He did not bother pushing them down. With one second spared to rub some of the liquid soap on his penis Stan pushed into Kyle's pulsing entrance.
Stan was naturally more of a quiet lover then Kyle. So when he bit his lip to keep quiet it stayed that way. As for Kyle even with his makeshift gag moans and grunts of pleasure were expressed, although muffled. Stan strained to hear them so he was not worried about the rest of the plane.
He knew he had to make this a quickie, so as soon as he entered he began his climb to release. However, he remained a loyal lover finding Kyle's penis and playing with it in time with his short thrusts.
Another area they different was fetishes. Stan loved sex with Kyle. As long as he was having sex with Kyle then he would try any fetishes or any kink (disregarding children or animals). Kyle also loved sex with Stan. He loved sex with Stan so much, he had to try sex with Stan in as many places he could, with as many different situations as he could. Kyle wanted to appreciate Stan in as many ways as he could. Stan wanted to appreciate Kyle period.
So sex on a plane drove Kyle crazy. And Stan, seeing that sex on a plane drove Kyle crazy, drove him over the top. They started and finished their sex in seven minutes, from initial entrance to the final pop of exiting.
Because they were on a plane, both knew not to bask and not to tease. Certainly there were two other bathrooms, but the more time they spent cannoodling the more time they could be caught.
Putting his penis away, Stan stepped back. He managed to press a short kiss to Kyle's mouth before leaving him to clean up. As soon as he made sure that Kyle locked the door behind him Stan turned to head back to his seat.
Kenny stood smiling at him, in the hall between the two bathroom cabins. He looked like he was waiting for the bathroom, but Stan realized that he was really guarding the bathroom door. If Kenny looked like he needed to go, anyone who also needed to go would wait behind him, never tempting to check for themselves if the bathroom was occupied.
The two college boys stared at each other silently exchanging congratulation on joining the club. Kyle broke their bonding time by returning to the main part of the plane. He looked between his fiancé and Kenny. When he realized what was going on Kyle gave Kenny two thumbs up. Kenny smiled.
The three trooped back to their seats feeling far more elite then anyone on the plane. Kenny went directly to his seat without any trouble. When Stan got to his seat, Stan's aisle partner stood to let him back in, Kyle did not complain, the longer it took to get back to his seat the better.
Before properly sitting Stan gave Kyle another kiss this one much more proper then the one in the bathroom. Stan did not notice the looks Kyle received from both aisle partners afterwards, both were between jealousy and awe.
Kyle smugly returned to his seat, his own neighbors unaware that he had even left. They were also unaware when he returned to his seat. Needless to say Kyle was very happy to finally arrive in San Diego. He was the first one off the plane.
He waited impatiently at the gate for his friends. First, Cartman and Butters the two got along really well now. It was weird to see Cartman not try to take advantage of Butters. The blond had even commented that he thought Cartman did not like him anymore when Eric had first stopped taking advantage of him. Then, Craig, Tweek, and Clyde got off the plane. Tweek spotted a coffee shop on the other side of the terminal and veered in the direction.
Stan got off. He was still talking away with his traveling companions. The male one even gave Stan his phone number in case he needed a tour guide.
Kyle wanted to hit something it just was not fair. With Cartman out of range he settled for clenching his fist.
"Hey, you must be Kyle?" The girl of the two companions approached. "I'm Mindy. I thought I should introduce myself; Stan couldn't stop talking about you. It's nice to put a name to a face."
"Oh," Kyle looked a little surprised but mostly he looked pleased. "Yeah I'm Kyle. It's nice to meet you."
"Kyle, Laurence," The blond boy introduce, he even gave him a soft nudge of the shoulder. "See you around."
Kyle suddenly really liked both of these people and he would not mind hanging out with them. Although his change in attitude might have been because of the lack of oxygen he received during the flight. When Stan approached Kyle could not be happier, a week in San Diego, a week on the beach, a week sleeping in the same bed together.
"Where's Kenny?" Stan turned to look back at the gate. He pulled Kyle close to him. Kyle leaned lightly back against him.
"He said he needed to talk to the flight attendant about the planes pipes." Butters explained. Cartman snorted loudly, how Butters said that with a straight face was incredibly funny.
Kenny arrived at the coffee shop about ten minutes later. He was grinning goofily again. He sat down in the last remaining seat stating, "I've never got head like that before in my entire life."
"You haven't got head from Kyle," Stan commented. Kenny gave Stan a wink.
Cartman let Stan's comment die before he stood, "Great lets get going. We need to get our bags."
The other boys all agreed. It was still before noon in California and they wanted to get some rays in before going out that evening. Kenny held Stan and Kyle back as the rest made their way to the baggage claim.
"They give paper certification for Mile-High club members. Sue wanted me to give these to you." He handed them boy certificates and then he handed them little laminated ID cards with their names on it. "Bring that on a flight next time and the flight attendance will do anything you ask. Like Kyle you know the crap seats you had, she said all you have to do is ask and they'll try to move you to a new location, and if that doesn't work that they'll have the people next to you escorted off the plane!"
Kyle loved getting awards, or club membership of any kind. He felt it was one more thing to add to his resume. So even though Stan looked embarrassed, Kyle took both of their certificates and cards proudly.
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A few days of rest, sun, and drinking had Kyle and Stan both back to a normal relaxed attitude. They shared a room, a bed, in the house they rented with the other boys, Kenny and Cartman also shared a room not a bed, and Craig and Clyde, Tweek and Butters. It was easier and cheaper to share then it was to get a house with seven rooms.
Another benefit of being in San Diego was the lack of school, exams or papers. Kyle could relax free of worry. This made everyone in the house happy; a worried studying Kyle was not tolerable on their vacation time. Basically, the trip was turning out to be one of the best Spring Breaks for all of them.
On the third day, the romantic couple woke around eleven, last night's party bearable, they were probably still a bit drunk. The two said nothing as they slurped the milk from their bowls of cereal.
Butters joined them just as they were settling against the living room couch to watch the morning news. The blond had probably been the first, outside their closest friends, to accept their relationship. He admitted that even today, knowing what it was, that he could be bi curious at times. So none of the boys complained with heavy cuddling and a little petting began between the two engaged men in the room.
"H-hey fellas, the parties, and the beach that's great and all but I thought we could go to Sea World maybe, for fun?" Butters spoke up wiping milk from his chin.
"I like animals," Stan claimed from where he pinned Kyle to the couch. "Kyle, can we go?"
"You two can," Kyle liked animals too but he was unsure about spending the day in the amusement park with a bunch of kids.
Stan bottom lip pushed out and he let it tremble a little. He moved off of Kyle and sat down on the opposite end of the couch his arms folded.
"Ugh fine I'll go, but lets leave before Cartman is up, I don't think he and Shamu will both fit in the park." Kyle caved. It was easy to cave when Stan pouted for something so easy for Kyle to give him.
Less then forty minutes later the three boys spent a large amount of money to get into the park. Kyle took charge of the day's escapades unfolding the map to find the best routine to take around the park.
"Oh my god they let you pet dolphins! I want to do that!" Stan pointed to a near-by sign indicating the direction to the dolphins. Butters agreed he wanted to pet a dolphin as well.
Kyle gave both dirty looks, "I thought we could visit the Walrus first. I think if we take this direction we can swoop around and make good time in the park."
"Kyle, dolphins that you can pet," Stan reminded. He was unusually happy and excited. He did like animals, but Kyle had never realized that he liked them this much. He tended to be more reserved then this; however he could just be getting into the spirit of things.
Tossing his map into the nearest trash bin Kyle relented. He knew that his tour of the park would not happen as long as Stan and Butters wanted to do other things. He was unhappy about this decision until they arrived at the dolphin tank.
The three boys bought three helpings of fish to help lure the dolphins close enough to pet. Stan pressed his stomach on the tile of the pool and leaned over as soon as they found an open section around the pool. Butters squeezed in next to him but he was not bold enough to lean into the pool. Kyle settled pressed up behind Stan, almost preferring the position then the prime position next to the tank, on Butters's other side.
Stan's major was animal science it was a choice that disappointed his parents who saw no future as an animal researcher. So instead of tapping and splashing the water like many of the onlookers, he made soft clicking sounds with his tongue and teeth. When dolphins smacked their back fins around the surface of the water it often meant they wanted to be left alone. But mimicking the dolphins sounds had the curious animals' attention.
"Sweet, Stan," Butters replied happily feeding and petting the surrounding dolphins. "Tell them that I think they're cute."
Stan gave Butters a strange look, but said nothing to disillusion the college student. Kyle was also impressed but he the only gesture he made was to hold the back of Stan's shirt to keep him from falling in the tank.
After the fish were all gone, and even Kyle got the joy of petting the dolphins one of the parks trainers arrived. Generally there was an informational 'show' every hour at the dolphin tank and they had managed to hit one of the shows. The trainer introduced the dolphins in the tank today, indicating that there were six young males. The female dolphins and calves were in a separate tank.
Stan turned to Kyle with a huge grin on his face. The redhead raised a curious brow. "Male dolphins in the wild tend to travel in pairs, sometimes getting together with other pairs to play but two males always travel together. They'll even go together to look for females. I bet these dolphins are gay too." Stan explained. He glanced back in the tank but was unable to tell in the few seconds of watching if it was true. "Many trainers and researchers tend to look away when they see this behavior, but the males will pair up very young and stay together. They'll rub each other's slits with their snots or flipper to simulate them."
Kyle looked surprised. He had never heard of it but if the researchers and trainers ignored the behavior it was possible that it was something that never came to his attention, especially since his major was not animal science.
Stan raised the very question to the trainer giving the informational show. The trainer's mouth dropped open she stuttered for a moment and turned to answer another question.
"See Kyle they probably are gay, bi whatever, she has been told to ignore the behavior because it does not fit into the survival of the fittest and sex to reproduce mind set that Charles Darwin started." Stan turned back to the tank glancing at the dolphins one last time before going to the next exhibit.
By the end of the day Kyle learned that penguins, walruses, gray whales, and black swans were all noted to have same-sex relations in their life time. Some like the penguins and black swans, who mated for life, would pine for their lovers if separated; they'd even steal eggs from other penguins or swans to raise offspring. Some like the walrus and gray whales were more like the bottlenose dolphins, bi-sexual mating with females in the mating season and cuddling, copulating and even having orgies with other males. Needless to say none of the parks trainers were very happy about this, especially since they were supposed to ignore the behavior. Even going so far as to separate the monogamous birds and putting them in exhibits with females, thinking that their mating choices were purely for lack of a better one. Unfortunately for the birds Stan had no idea otherwise he would probably have protested very loudly, and with Kyle as his fiancé he knew exactly how to protest.
After seeing all the exhibits and getting soaked at all the shows, Stan insisted it was the best way to see them, especially since they were not used to Southern California's heat, the boys headed to the gift shop. Butters veered to the left in search of a shot glass, something that Kenny collected and Butters often helped him do so. This left Stan and Kyle searching the rest of the store for something reasonably priced.
"Stan," Kyle stepped close to his lover. He held out a little stuffed penguin. "You think we'll be mates for life?"
"God Kyle I hope so." Stan slipped his arm around Kyle's waist pulling him very close. "But you better not compare us to penguins Kyle. I sort of find that silly. I mean I have no idea how to say I love you in penguin."
Kyle snorted appropriately. He leaned in to brush his lips against Stan's cheek.
"Excuse me gentlemen," Interrupted a Sea World employee. He seemed upset. Immediately, Kyle chalked it up to another person who did not accept homosexuals.
"Sorry," Stan obviously felt the same way. He even removed his arm from around Kyle.
"Well you should be. All day I've been hearing complaints about your commentary on our shows, and our exhibits. You are not the first person to believe in same-sex relationships between animals, however, you maybe the most out spoken. One of my employees quit when she realized that the male dolphins might actually be partners. You're in school aren't you?" The Sea World employee asked.
"Yeah, I am, we both are?" Stan raised a brow curiously. Kyle could feel excitement escaping from him.
"Great. What are you study. Can I interest you in something to do with Marine Sciences? I'm willing to pay for the rest of your studies." The man explained further.
"You to pay me to go to school so I can work at Sea World?" Stan looked surprised, although the idea was not unappealing.
"Well, sort of. I want to get you to do field researcher as well, but you'll need to study here with the captive counter parts first." The man explained. "You have to understand; by hiring you I'm hiring someone who is open to studying a field that's both very controversial but very important."
"Oh I understand that, but I need to finish school with Kyle." Stan turned to Kyle pulling him into the picture as well. The redhead looked disapproving, but Stan knew that Kyle would not put school in front of their relationship either.
"Are you together?" The man asked. He looked at little surprised, like he had not just caught them kissing.
"Yeah we've been dating since we were young. We're getting married in June, and I don't want to spend next year away from him." Stan knew the separation would prove to be as detrimental to them as it was to the penguins.
"Stan," Kyle tugged on his hand gaining his attention. "You know I was staying in Colorado because of you. My mom wants me to study at a better school, and I only refused to stay close to you. I will not let you move to San Diego without me."
"Kyle..."
"Hey," The man interrupted again. "You know the offer stand with any Sea World park. That means you have more options then just San Diego if that matters."
"Actually it does matter. The more options for me the better," Kyle agreed. He wanted to stay with Stan but if he could get a good deal out of this then that would be alright too. "However, I don't think a marriage between the two of us will be accepted in Texas or Florida."
The man almost pointed out that it would not work in California either, but decided he better not, after all he'd rather have Stan here. "Let me get some information from you and I'll give you some of mine."
"Great." Stan and Kyle followed the man into his office. They forgot completely about Butters for the entire thirty minutes that they were in the office.
The blond seemed extremely happy and relieved to find them. "You could have tried my cell phone Butters."
"But Kenny says you don't answer the phone when you're doing it." Butters explained. Kyle had no idea what to say to that so he said nothing. He decided it would be better to let Butters think what he wanted.
Stan floated on cloud eleven the entire way back to their beach house. Kyle thought it was adorable even though he insisted that Stan not drive home. Neither of the other boys argued.
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"Surprise!" A crowd of guest, yelled, they lined the beach house from top to bottom, and even fell out into the beach.
Out of the three boys that returned from Sea World, Butters seemed the most surprised. He even knew about the surprise bachelor party. He had helped by keeping the two distracted all day while the others got the party ready. Poor Butters was not expecting the surprise to be such a surprise and ended up screaming rather childishly about it.
Stan seemed please by the party, he knew it was coming, but he had not expected it like this. Kyle narrowed his eyes and glared at Kenny. This was obviously his idea, and while it would not have bothered Kyle normally right now it did.
Standing right in front of Kyle Broflovski was Wendy Testaburger. The girl who in the third grade told Kyle that if anyone messed with her Stanley they'd pay, while she had been referring to their sub Miss. Ellen, Kyle understood how to read between the lines. Since the day Kyle had come out to his classmates, outside his friends, she vowed to destroy him. So even though Kyle had won he never came to trust the girl.
It was warranted at least a little, as Stan swept over to his ex and began chatting with her and her friends. Kyle stalked darkly to stand in front of Kenny.
"Sorry Kyle. I put Butters in charge of the list of people to invite. He sent out invitations from your address book, why do you even have her address in there anyway." Kenny shoved a beer into Kyle's hand.
"Because Stan doesn't realize what an evil bitch she is." Kyle swung back his entire beer and shoved it in Kenny's hand. "You better have a tone of booze, Ken. I'm drinking you under the table tonight."
Kenny's eyes widened. He knew that Kyle was serious. Even though Kyle was not the best drinker, his will power once tested was stronger then any stomach. Kyle would hold true to his word and then some, yet he would still hold his cool around Wendy. Kyle was some sort of super human when it came to making Stan happy.
Beer-pong was a wonderful way to get drunk. Not only that Kyle sucked at it, especially since he had already drunk Kenny under the table and he just put Butters under it as well. He turned slowing around to find another competitor.
"Eric," he sang to the passing boy. Cartman stopped his trek across the room to a hot girl in a bikini, and turned to stare at Kyle. "'eer-pond er ye yella."
"Fuck, Kyle you're not a redneck. No matter how many drinks you have you're still a Jew." Cartman reminded. He sort of felt offended that Kyle had called him by his first name. It was unusual and it made Cartman defensive.
"Nyah," Cartman pointed to himself, "Nyah," he pointed across the room to the girl in the bikini, although his words made no sense Kyle got the picture.
"Fuck you too," Kyle complained. He stumbled away from his game. He found the beach house's bar, stole the biggest bottle of vodka, and then he headed to the porch.
"Hey Kyle," called a very blonde girl with nice sized, but not overly large breast. She sat next to a boy with sandy colored hair.
The redhead stared at them for a long moment blinking owlish. Then it came to them, they sat next to Stan on the flight. "Mindy! Laurence," He called back. He stumbled over to the table they sat at and joined them. "Good party."
"Yeah it's pretty nice. You're friends are pretty excited for you and Stan. Mindy and I got here before the party. They were working really hard. I think it is wonderful. Stan adores you," Laurence complimented. He did not seem to mind that Kyle was obviously very drunk.
"Yeah, fuck that. He with Wendy all night," Kyle tugged at his hair. He briefly wondered where his hat had gotten to, but forgot almost as quickly as he started.
Mindy frowned, her lips making a cute pout. "I'm sorry Kyle. Who is Wendy?"
"His fuckin' exies, ex, bitch. I not worried abo't him. Nah, he looves me. But she threateneded me!" Kyle moaned explaining the situation. "Don't wanna talk abo't i' ka' just drink."
"Alright," Laurence pulled out a little piece, "Want some help getting trashed?"
"Ka'" Kyle passed the vodka to Mindy and Laurence passed the pipe to him. "Oh Gof, I loves you too."
The two travel partners smiled. They could understand a strain in a relationship. Kyle obviously did not want to upset Stan by telling him who he could be friends with. It did not mean he would be pleased with Stan's choices however, and they just wanted to help.
They helped Kyle until the moon rose high in the sky, and he ended up alone on the beach with a bottle of tequila between his legs. If asked he would never remember how he got there, or when he had stopped talking to Mindy and Laurence.
Kyle closed his eyes and took another swig. He knew he was drunk, way drunk. He drank continuously since the party started.
A shadow fell over Kyle, from behind him. Kyle looked up with blearily eyes. Bright eyes shone even in the dark of night. The redhead smiled at the man leaning over him.
"Kyle," Stan murmured. He looked drunk and tired but not nearly as much as Kyle. "What are you doing out here?"
Kyle reached for his lover. The other boy, complied, or took pity on him. He walked around and sat down in front of Kyle. He sat with his legs folded in a lose butterfly, Kyle put his feet in between Stan, his knees bent and his arms resting on top of them.
"Don't be mad," Kyle softly spoke. He turned to rest his head on his cheek, the booze starting to weigh on him.
Stan reached forward to run his fingers threw Kyle's hair. He had an idea what Kyle was doing at here. He had a few rude hints from his friends, but Kyle had never mentioned his dislike of Wendy. Leaning forward Stan pressed a kiss to his fiancé's forehead. "I wouldn't be mad. I love you."
"Mmhmm, I love you," Kyle hummed contently. "Wendy scares the hell out of me."
"She scares you?" Stan's eyes widened. He could see being jealous of an ex but being afraid of them that was insane. Wendy was far from scary.
"She's a bully, Stan." Kyle moaned. He turned his head down, pressing his forehead against his upper thighs. "She said she'd take you from me. She swore it. Stan, she offed your crushes in the past."
"Kyle, I don't..."
Kyle's head snapped up before Stan could finish. He narrowed his eyes at his lover. "I'm not exaggerating. Look Stan, I don't care if your friends with Wendy. I don't want anything to do with her. I don't want to be near her. Because, I want to be sure that when I run into Wendy in the future, it's because she's come to slit my throat. I don't want her coming into my life, pretending to be my friend. I don't want to turn my back on her. I want her to look me in my fucking eyes when she kills me."
"Kyle, stop!" Stan said, only after he finished. He grabbed Kyle's shoulders and shook him hard. "Stop it! I don't want to think about you die! Fuck, Kyle. You understand that she is not my next in line. Hell, Kyle if I ever lost you, it would be a very long time before I found anyone that I felt comfortable enough to live with. I don't think I could ever find someone I love like I love you."
Stan smiled to his lover. He leaned forward pressing a kiss to Kyle's lips. Kyle sighed. He knew that Stan would never leave him but he also knew that Wendy may not be aware of that. He held to his idea that he would not become friends with her ever.
Kyle pulled away after a few moments. He lied down in the sand behind him. He closed his eyes. "I'm so wasted Stan."
"I know. Did you smoke?" Stan touched his lips thoughtfully. He rubbed Kyle's knee, gently.
"Yeah with Mindy, did you know she used to be a man? Laurence is such a drama queen it was so cute." Kyle moaned. He rolled onto his stomach, being careful not to hit any of Stan's delicates he made a quick flip, landing on his back, his head in Stan's lap.
The raven-haired boy nodded. Kyle was the last person in their group of friends to use drugs, other then alcohol, so he knew Kyle had to be upset all night to had resorted to them. "Can you sleep threw tomorrow?"
"Maybe," Kyle opened his eyes, his dim green eyes staring into Stan's bright blue ones. "I know something that would help me stay asleep."
"Yeah?" Stan raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what Kyle's drunken mind was referring to, although he knew the context.
"Let's have sex on the beach, in the moon light," Kyle grinned. "We haven't done that yet, there is no one out here, and I'm so fucking horny."
Stan thought about it. He knew that Kyle was too drunk to think logically, and although he was not far from Kyle's state he knew he had to do it for his boyfriend. As he thought it out he stared at his lover, it was hard to say no.
"Okay, but lets not have sex in the surf. The ocean is freezing, during the day! I don't think I could keep it up." Stan agreed. He could not see any reason not to have sex with Kyle. He doubted that they would be caught by anyone who could get them in trouble for it.
Kyle growled deeply and jumped for his lover. He pounced on top of him and rolled them over on the beach. Kyle was unaware that he lay with his head toward the surf. He had not idea that it would slowly let the blood trickle to his head. He had not idea how fucking fantastic that would feel, and he would never figure it out. Having sex on the beach, in the moonlight, was one of Kyle's fondest, and foggiest memories ever.
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