"Hey, it's raining," said Stan Marsh.

His super best friend, Kyle Broflovski, momentarily looked up from his homework and glanced at the window. Fat raindrops dotted the glass, their numbers increasing rapidly with every second. Outside, dark and ominous clouds blanketed the sky, promising a large storm.

His focus returned to the textbook before him.

"Mmmhmm..."

Sprawled across the Jew's bed behind him, Stan rolled his blue eyes and sighed dramatically. He hugged a pillow to his chest.

"Is that it, Carrot-top?" he sniffed, voice heavy with false sorrow. "Is that all you have to say about the very tears of God?"

Kyle turned his head to look back at the possibly insane teenager. "If by 'tears of God' you mean rain, then yes. Now shut up, I'm trying to finish this before I die of old age. And don't call me that."

Stan grinned as Kyle resumed working. "Aaaw, you're no fun when you're being a nerd! Stop stressing so much."

"I can't, I have to get this done. Shouldn't you too? Instead of making love to my freaking pillow."

"This isn't making love! This is hugging," countered Stan. A devious smirk crossed his face before he continued.

"Buuuuuuuut..."

Kyle looked back just in time to see Stan rise to his knees and shove the unsuspecting pillow between his legs, up against his crotch. Still smirking, he rocked himself forward into the Jew's pillow. He groaned passionately and screwed his eyes shut in 'ecstasy.'

"THIS is making love."

Kyle's eyes grew wide with surprise and embarrassment. He blushed, cheeks almost as red as his hair.

'Lucky pillow,' he thought before he could stop himself. Immediately he scolded his perverted mind. Stan's his best friend, for God's sake!

"Jesus Christ, Stan!" cried Kyle, aghast.

"Don't be jealous, Kyleeee-Carrot-top!" sang the raven-haired teen.

"Dude, I put my head on that!" Kyle whined. He paused and then added hurriedly, "And I'm not jealous!"

Another pause. "And don't call me that!"

Stan lay back on Kyle's duvet, grinning, with his hands behind his head.

"If you say so...Carrot-top."

Kyle tried to focus once more on his homework, but what he'd just seen prevented him from doing so. He chewed the end of his pen and stared at the words in front of him, not actually seeing or comprehending them. He failed to hear the springs of his bed creak over the steady downpour outside as Stan slid off and stood up.

'Why did I think that about Stan? He's a freaking GUY...And my best friend. Why the hell did I find him so...hot shagging my pillow? Wait, WHAT? I can't believe I just thought that! Crap, this is so messed up right here...am I ga-'

Warm breath on the back of his neck interrupted his train of thought.

"Kyle?"

"Shit!" Kyle cried, jumping and turning to see his best friend leaning over him. "Damn, you scared me, Stan!"

"Sorry,' Stan replied simply, "but I'm BORED, Kye."

He threw his arms around Kyle's neck casually and rested his chin on the red-head's shoulder, looking over said shoulder at his friend's textbook.

"And that's boring, too. Let's go do something."

Kyle fidgeted uncomfortably. "Dude, you're breathing in my ear."

"And if you don't move your Jew-ass and come do something with me, I swear I'll lick it, too.

Kyle froze.

'What...the hell?' he thought.

"One..." came Stan's voice.

Kyle didn't even hear him speak. 'Lick my ear? Where did that come from?'

"Two...I swear I'll do it, Kyle..."

'Wait, what? What did he say?' panicked Kyle.

"THREE!"

There was a silence. And then Stan did the unthinkable.

Kyle's wide eyes grew even bigger, if that were possible.

The raven-haired boy slowly dragged his tongue along the inside of Kyle's ear, coating it with his spit and occasionally stopping to tap the sensitive skin.

Kyle opened his mouth to protest-and shut it just as quickly. His body was betraying him, and he didn't trust himself to not moan desperately as a result of Stan attacking his ear.

But try as he might, he couldn't hold back the small whimpers that rippled through him as his best friend began to swirl his tongue around in tiny circles inside his ear.

He hoped fervently that Stan hadn't heard him over the bucketing rain cascading down outside.

Then Stan took it a step further.

Almost seductively, he pushed his tongue deeper into Kyle's ear at a painstakingly slow pace, his warm breath making him shiver. Kyle's breath hitched and he closed his eyes as Stan pressed his face flush against the Jew's.

When Stan began to move his tongue around in his ear, Kyle couldn't last any longer. He shuddered and moaned, his voice strained and breathy. He could've sworn Stan groaned with him.

In shock his eyes flew open and he realised fully for the first time how wrong this was.

Kyle leapt away from Stan and swung around to face him. Both boys were breathing hard and staring at each other.

The Jew was torn-was Stan doing that to rile him up and gross him out? Or did he actually enjoy it, like he himself did?

'Oh my God, I'm so gay!'

Kyle scorned his previous thoughts-there was no way Stan could be gay. He could get-and so get he did- any girl he wanted. It must've been option A.

"Dude! That's disgusting! There's spit in my ear! That's almost as bad as pee, man!"

If Stan really was gay for Kyle, he hid it well.

"Haha, I win! Now you have to stop working, 'cos I know your weakness, Carrot-top!"

"Shut up! And don't call me that," yelled the Jew. He slumped, defeated, in his chair. "You're not gonna leave me be, are you?"

Stan rolled his eyes. "If I wanted to be alone, would I have come over to your place?"

"Fine..." sighed Kyle, "What do you wanna do?"

Stan thought for a moment, before his face lit up.

"Let's go outside! Come on!" Stan held his hand out for Kyle.

'ZOMG, he looks damn nice when he smiles at me like that...hold on, outside?'

Kyle looked out his window. "Uh, Stan, it's practically a flood out there."

"So? Dude, don't you ever go outside in the rain just for the hell of it?"

"Why would I? I'd just wet my clothes."

Stan sighed, half exasperated and half amused. He walked to Kyle's bedroom door. "Then take off your damn clothing and go NAKED," and with that, he proceeded to walk downstairs.

"Stan! Wait, I'm coming!"

Stan shrugged his jacket off and stepped outside the Broflovski household. He raised his face skyward and happily let the rain soak him and his clothes, flattening his black hair to his face. Water pooled around his bare feet, reflecting the grey sky above him. He chuckled, remembering the words of his perverted friend, Kenny, who had addressed their science teacher the day before: "If ignorance is bliss, then you must be truly orgasmic."

This, he decided, was bliss.

Almost perfect. Almost, but not quite.

"Stan! Hold on," called Kyle from behind him.

Stan turned around to see his super best friend, face red as he struggled out of his own jacket. He ran out of the house and took his place beside Stan, who smiled down at the shorter teen.

Perfect.

"Cool, huh?" asked Stan.

"Yeah...it's almost like my problems are being washed away."

The two boys stood side by side, gazing upwards as the torrential downpour unleashed its full power. In the distance, thunder growled.

"Tweek must be shitting himself," mused Kyle. "He hates storms with a passion."

Stan stepped off Kyle's lawn, minding the gutter gushing with rainwater, and onto the wet road.

He raised his arms, aeroplane style, and began to spin around.

"Yeah, well, Tweek's crazy. Storms are amazing, and beautiful, and awe-inspiring, and-"

Smirking, Kyle muttered, "How poetic, Stanley."

"What's that, Carrot-top?" called the animal lover, unable to hear him over the sound of rain hitting every surface imaginable. Still he spun around, dizzying to watch.

Kyle stepped closer to him and spoke louder. "I said, you're so poetic, dumbass. And I told you to stop calling me Carrot-top!"

Stan finally stopped spinning and lurched unstably towards Kyle, who at that exact moment walked forward to steady him.

"I'm so what, Ky..."

Stan's voice faltered as his dizziness faded. Now that he could see again, he realised his face was about five centimetres away from Kyle's, who looked up at the taller-yet-younger teen with wide eyes, steadying Stan with his hands on his shoulders.

"Uh...I-I...ngh..." stuttered Kyle.

They remained silent, as though they were frozen in time in a wet, grey world. The rain pouring down on them created a barrier, suddenly separating them from everything and everyone else.

Days were passing. No, years. 'One of us needs to say something,' thought Stan.

And then: 'To hell with it.'

He closed the space between their bodies, wrapping his arms around Kyle and pulling their chests together. Kyle gasped, his cheeks burning red. Stan could feel his best friend's heart speed up.

Hesitantly, his own heart painfully thumping away, Stan moved his lips towards Kyle's. When they were but a centimetre apart, Kyle suddenly spoke, causing Stan to pause.

"S-Stan?" he whispered softly.

"Yeah, Carrot-top?" came Stan's breathy reply.

"I l-love yo-...the rain now..."

Stan grinned knowingly, not missing Kyle's correction. The action caused their lips to slightly brush, and Kyle smiled at the feather-light touch.

"'Knew you would, Kyle. Can I tell you something?"

"G-go ahead."

Stan moved past Kyle's lips and lowered his mouth to the Jew's ear.

"I sure as hell wanna top the carrot right now..." he breathed in the other's ear.

Stan moved back to look at the blushing Kyle once again, whose eyes grew wide upon hearing Stan's bold teasing. Kyle bore his eyes upwards into Stan's and smiled slightly.

"That's an unforgivably lame joke, Stan."

Stan grinned back. "I know."

Taking a breath, he closed the space between them. Kyle entwined his fingers in Stan's soaked dark hair and pressed himself into his arms and the gentle kiss.

Fireworks exploded at the spine-tingling contact; warmth immediately spread from their lips to the rest of their bodies, sparks of heat coursing through their veins. The outside world blurred and then disappeared completely, leaving Stan and Kyle alone with each other.

And the rain, of course.

The beautiful rain...

...fallen tears of God.