Summary: Kyle learns to accept that Stan is going out with Wendy, but he still asks only of one thing from Stan. Will that one thing change everything?

Warning: Hard yaoi lemon and one straight lemon scene(chapter two) -_- First time doing straight lemon, so be warned! Homophobes: please click the back button.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of the characters in that story. The only thing that is mine is this story and I'm very proud of my writing skills! u

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Chapter One:

Stan and Kyle had always been Super Best Friends, ever since elementary school. They were one of the few friends who didn't get separated by the clichés that began in middle school and high school. While everyone left their old friends for new replacement friends that dressed the same and looked the same, they did not. They had a connection which no other kids in their school (that they knew of) had. That's why they were Super Best Friends.

They were in tenth grade at South Park High and they had never gone a day without talking to each other, even if it was over text or on Facebook. Not even that tramp, Wendy, could keep them apart. Kyle didn't like her much, and that was clear to almost everyone at SP High. Actually, everyone pretty much knew about it. Even the teachers knew and hell, they barely paid attention to the kids. Kyle never approved of Wendy, not since the day back in fourth grade when she asked him to the Sadie's dance, which much to Kyle's surprise Stan agreed to. He knew Stan could do so much better. Wendy just wasn't Stan-material. He explained this to Kenny, one of the only friends he ever talked to about Stan. When Kenny asked Kyle what exactly Stan-material was, he answered, "Someone who is smarter than her, and funnier than her, and not as annoying as her, and much more good looking than her. Someone who can also be his best friend, who is willing to pick his nose if he has to! Someone more like me, dammit." Kenny stared at Kyle with his sly smile that said "you like like Stan", causing Kyle to blush. "I said someone like me." Kenny didn't buy that, of course. After all, Kyle had said "someone one who can also be his best friend, who is willing to pick his nose if he has to".

It took Kyle many insomnatic nights to finally realize that the rule "bros before hoes" had very few exceptions. One of the exceptions was that if one of the bros was in love with that hoe. His guts began to cramp at the thought of Stan actually being in love with Wendy. Is he actually in love with her? I know I'm his best friend, but I have never asked... He'd never heard Stan tell her he loved her, not even when she told him. His reply was always "ditto", "ily too", or "I love me, too". He couldn't actually confirm of that, though. Even though they talked every day, there might have been some point in their life when Stan was alone with The Girl, which was just one of Kyle's many nicknames for Wendy.

Kyle bit his lip as he lay awake, thinking over things once again. He had come to a conclusion. He would learn to accept that Stan was with Wendy and the "bros before hoes" rule did not apply to them. His mind began to wander. Well...maybe the rule will apply to one thing...I want to beat her at that, just like I beat her at being his first kiss! They were in fourth grade when they decided to "practice" kissing so when they grew up, they could be experts at kissing. Even though they had only practiced for a few months, Kyle was still proud of being his first kiss. They didn't talk about that nowdays, though. Sometimes he felt like Stan forgot about that. Stan would never forget, he though. He's always had a good memory. The past was the past though, and now Wendy had won over Stan. Kyle rolled to the opposite side of his twin sized bed and stared at the wall. He'd ask tomorrow after school for that one favor from Stan. He was staying over Kyle's house that night anyway. After school was over, Winter Break would begin, and as a Super Best Friend tradition, they always had sleepovers at Kyle's house the Friday before Winter Break.

They walked home with Cartman and Kenny after school the next day. Kenny kept nudging at Kyle. He knew of Kyle's plan. Somehow, he always knew everything. Kyle playfully shoved Kenny away and glared at him to keep silent and not ruin a thing.

Cartman was babbling away about something stupid that had pissed him off at school. Something about stupid teachers assigning homework over break.

"Really, do they have no heart?"

"Shut up, Cartman, no one wants to hear your complaints anyway. Just do the damn homework tonight and you'll have the whole two weeks for yourself anyway."

"Even though that's a pretty good idea, I am not taking orders from anyone!"

"It's not an order, it's just a suggestion."

"Why don't you take your own suggestion? Oh wait, I forgot. You and Stan are spending the whole day playing video games."

"I did all my homework at lunch. That way we," he threw his arm over Stan's shoulder, making the dark haired boy smile,"can spend the night playing videogames."

"Well, that was unexpected. The Jew finished his homework earlier than everyone else. Always overacheiving," Eric stated sarcastically.

Kyle rolled his eyes and ignored the name calling. "Did you bring the game?"

"Duh, 'course I did!" Stan reached into his backpack and brought out the most recent Guitar Hero game, handing it over to Kyle.

"Dude, that's sick! And it's still in the wrapping!"

"I almost forgot! We're going to have to be careful with the wrapping. I want to put it away just like it came when we're done with it."

Kyle smirked. "Why?"

"I found this in my mom's room. It's supposed to be my Christmas present. We're lucky my mom hadn't wrapped it in gift wrap yet."

The four approached Eric's house and Eric walked into his house, but not before yelling, "Later, homos," while saluting in his Nazi form and going inside. Stan and Kyle turned to enter Kyle's house a while after that and Kenny waved bye, giving a "good luck" wink to Kyle.

Puzzled by the wink, Stan asked Kyle, "What the hell was that?"

Kyle took off his shoes by the door and hung his coat into the closet. "Ahaha, nothing, don't worry about it."

Stan did the same. "Hm, are you holding a secret from me, Super Best Friend?" Stan playfully hip bumped Kyle as the non-Jew friend walked into the kitchen and reached into the refridgerator for a can of cherry flavoured soda. Kyle followed and grabbed himself a soda as well.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

"Well, maybe I'm hiding a secret as well." Stan smiled as he opened his soda and took a long sip of it.

"Are you?"

Stan swallowed and wrinkled his eyebrow a bit, thinking. "I don't know, am I? But I'll gladly tell you if you tell me."

"Fine, I am hiding a secret. Now, are you?"

"Yesss..." He replied before walking into the living room and beginning the delicate procedure of removing the wrapping off the game. Kyle hovered over that clue, then waved it away and followed Stan into the living room.

After succeeding in opening the game and making their own characters and making a band called "the Underwear Gnomes", they began their world tour of their controller instruments career. Stan always played the bass and Kyle always played the guitar. Just another one of their Super Best Friends traditions. They were halfway through the song "Knives and Pens" by Black Veil Brides when Kyle decided to ask Stan.

"Stan, remember how we've been each other's firsts at everything?" They clicked away.

"Yup. I was the first guy to actually slap you in the face when you got too annoying."

"And I was the first one to make you piss your pants from laughing."

Stan blushed in embarrassment. "Dude, that was in kindergarden."

"Still haven't forgotten. And you know how you're with The Girl..."

"Yup."

"I don't want her to break my streak at being your first everything and I don't want anyone breaking your streak of being my first everything...So, I was thinking..."

"What is it, Kyle?"

"I...I was wondering if we could be each other's first sexual exerience..."

Stan clicked the pause button and turned to look at the red head. "What?"

The red head set his controller down on the coffee table in front of them and kept his eyes away from Stan's bright blue eyes. "I know you're still a virgin and I'm still a virgin. And someday, that's going to change. It'll probably be sooner for you since you're dating her and we're in high school so at some point in your high school career, you two will fuck. I'm okay with that, but I won't be okay with knowing she beat me at being one of your firsts." He kept his eyes away from Stan, who kept silent for a while. "No one will know, I promise. Just like no one has known about our kiss and stuff. I'm making a huge sacrifice, letting her steal my Super Best Friend, and this is the only thing I ask of you. And-and you can close your eyes and pretend I'm her so it won't be like you're gay." By that point, Kyle was red at his face, but he gathered enough courage to take a look at Stan. Stan was grinning, his pale hand covering half of his smile. That made Kyle redden even more, even at his ears. "What's so funny!"

Stan brushed his fingers over the black fringes that covered his forehead. "Kenny told me today that you were going to ask me that."

"What!" Ooooh, that little mother fucker is going to pay!

"When Kenny told me that you were going to ask me that, I can't say I was too surprised. So...my answer is yes."

"Yes?"

Stan scooted closer to his Super Best Friend and worked his hand up the smaller boy's arm and to the back of his head. He pressed his lips against the red head's forehead, placing a small kiss. "Yes, Kyle, I will steal your virginity and you will steal mine." Stan placed a delicate kiss in between Kyle's eye brows, then on the tip of his nose, and then finally on his lips. The kiss on the lips was not as delicate. It was more rough, more hot. His lips smacked against the others who kissed him back decisively. Stan moved his lips away and stared at the green eyed boy. "God, Kyle Brofloski, I've missed kissing you so much."

Kyle looked away. "Kissing? When did we ever kiss?"

Stan smiled. "Silly goose, I know you didn't forget. You were just talking about it."

"No more talking." Kyle leaned forward and caught Stan's lips with his own.

After much kissing and humping, the two teenage boys were tangled on the couch. Kyle was completely naked and Stan wore nothing but his blue boxers. The green eyed male was on his hands and knees, moaning softly as the blue eyed male worked his fingers inside the tight virgin hole, scissoring and penetrating, preparing him for the Bigger One. Stan never thought that he'd be so turned on by this. He was close to coming just by the sounds Kyle made and the erotic sight of his tight asshole. Stan removed his fingers and held the boy's ass apart with his thumbs as he positioned his urging cock at the opening. He groaned hard as he pushed his cock inside, feeling him tighten and loosen consecutively. Kyle bit the arm rest of the coach, his cries muffled. It hurt so good to be stretched out; He nearly came. Once Stan was buried deep inside the hot cave, he restrained his hips from moving. Kyle's thin arms were lightly shaking. He bent over and kissed the other's shoulder.

"You okay?" Kyle nodded softly, inhaling deeply as Stan began to pull out. There was no control after that;both had let the pleasure and excitement of sex take over their bodies. Kyle uttered loudly, his small hips pounding back against Stan's. He begged for more, begged to be penetrated deeper. Stan nibbled and sucked on the uke's shoulder, thrusting balls-deep into Kyle, his hand working the hard shaft between Kyle's legs. He grunted dirty things to Kyle. He touched him everywhere, feeling all over Kyle's delicate and slightly boney body. The red-faced red-headed boy cried when his prostate was hit furiously. It only took three times of being hit in the prostate for him to be sent over, releasing his hot semen into Stan's rough hands. The tightness returned around his cock and he came inside Kyle while he rode out his orgasm.

They collapsed onto the couch, their sweaty bodies tangled together, their breathe slowing down. Kyle squirmed around and Stan lifted himself off of Kyle to let him sit up. Once they were sitting, the Jew pulled Stan into a warm hug.

"Thanks, Stan."

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(A/N) I hope no one minds me calling Kyle "The Jew". I have nothing against Jews. I just think it's a rather cute nickname. Review! -Yumiko