It Must Look Pretty Appealing

Chapter 14 – Sexx Laws

By: StalkerDex

(Author's Note: I've decided to end the story here. :) Thank you guys so much for reading and I will be starting a new story shortly! Hopefully I've tied this all together in a satisfying way…it's been a little difficult to end this particular story…especially because I think it would be fun to explore Kyle/Craig but I think that would just be too much for the one story. Perhaps I will write them their own fic at some point…anyway…enjoy!)

Six months after the party showdown…

Kyle was nuzzled up in his pillow enjoying his new room. He had moved out of his old apartment a few weeks prior and found himself enjoying the new scenery. Not too mention it was nice to be living in an actual house rather than an apartment; the house he shared, nonetheless, with his new boyfriend.

"Hey…I dozed off," he said softly, readjusting his head on the pillow. His eyes appeared very sleepy still, his body adorned in his street clothes. He and Craig had been watching TV on the bed together and he'd fallen asleep.

"Me too…" Craig admitted, yawning slightly. He had woken just a few minutes earlier than Kyle and found himself admiring him. He felt like the luckiest man in the world laying next to his new boyfriend. They had been dating ever since the party and gone through the motions.

Kyle, having watched Craig yawn, found himself letting out a rather sizeable, long yawn in response. Craig started to chuckle, realizing that it was his fault. Kyle giggled a bit in response before wrapping his arms around Craig's waste and pulling himself closer. Craig responded by wrapping his arms around the upper part of his body, allowing Kyle to nuzzle his face comfortably on his chest. He rested his head atop his before planting an affectionate kiss atop his fiery red hair.

"Damn…I'm so happy," Kyle suddenly stated, clutching tightly onto Craig.

Craig looked down at him, leaning back a bit so he could make eye contact with Kyle.

"Really?" he asked, smiling warmly at him.

Kyle's green eyes seemed to sparkle a bit as he returned the warm smile.

"Yeah…really. I don't think I've ever been this happy," he admitted.

Craig smiled broadly before pulling him in once more and kissing him affectionately on the lips. Kyle put his hand to Craig's cheek and breathed in, enjoying their embrace.

He honestly couldn't believe what a three sixty his life had taken. He had been so lucky! He was so grateful he'd gone to Craig's party and connected with him. Despite all of the love and genuinely close relationship he'd had with Stan since childhood, his new relationship with Craig was more fulfilling than his with Stan had ever been. Sure, he and Stan had been in love and seen countless situations together. They'd been best friends throughout all childhood and they really did make great lovers in their later years. However, now that he was with Craig he was amazed to find that things could be very different and more satisfying with someone else.

For instance, Craig didn't have the dark side that Stan did. Sure, Stan had terrific morals and values…not to mention his overall soft spot. But there was something about him. He had very dark attributes to his personality that Kyle had never realized brought him down. With Craig there wasn't any brooding angst, deep running insecurities or, as much as Kyle had ignored it in Stan, any pressure of having been the only one he'd ever slept with. That, he thought, was probably the biggest relief in his new relationship. Craig had slept with enough people in his young life to know what he was looking for, so he didn't have any curiosity beyond Kyle making it far easier for him to commit.

Craig was simply fantastic. He was a smart, bright person. He wasn't the most enthusiastic, but that was okay. He made up for that by genuinely not giving a shit about the negative aspects of life. He let things roll off of his back, really not caring. That was something Stan simply had never been capable of. Stan was always deeply troubled by the uglier aspects of life and it led to a quiet, unspoken misery that plagued not only him but Kyle too. It really just took him moving on from Stan, getting over it and falling in love with someone else to realize that Stan had simply never been right for him. In retrospect, he realized that Cartman moving in and breaking their bond had truly been the best thing that had ever happened to him.

The only thing that really made him sad at this point in his life was the fact that he'd lost his best friend. He knew he would never get back together with Stan but he did miss him as a person. They had such a long history together and it was strange to have him out of his life entirely, which bothered him immensely at times.

"What's the matter, babe?" Craig suddenly asked, interrupting Kyle's thoughts.

"Oh…I'm sorry. I was just thinking…" Kyle apologized, nuzzling Craig.

Craig still had his arms wrapped around him and started to rub Kyle's shoulder as they spoke. He'd learned that when Kyle was stressed some affectionate rubbing or touching generally seemed to help him open up. He was always so afraid to just come out with how he felt and he suspected that was because of Stan. He knew Stan could be kind of a hot head and Kyle was at times, too. They probably had some pretty bad fucking fights he imagined.

"You can tell me…I'm not gonna freak on you," Craig urged, still rubbing Kyle's shoulder.

Kyle tightened his grip around Craig's waste as he let out a troubled sigh.

"I've been thinking about calling Stan."

Craig detected a small pit in his stomach. Jealousy. Still, he decided to put that aside and hear Kyle out.

"You miss him?"

Kyle nodded his head, "yeah. Not romantically…don't get the wrong idea. Just as my friend, you know? I just kind of wish things didn't end as miserably as they did."

Craig felt his stomach settle. That wasn't bad. He wasn't sure why Kyle worried about telling him things like that.

"Why don't you call him then? Maybe you guys can be cool now? It's been a long time since you broke up."

"Really? You're okay with that?" Kyle asked, pulling his face back to make eye contact with Craig. He was totally shocked.

"Well…yeah. What's the big deal? You guys have been best friends forever…I don't give a shit if you two are at least cordial."

Kyle's eyebrows raised a bit as a smile slowly made it's way across that charming face of his.

"Damn…you're just…you're fucking perfect, you know that?" Kyle said as wrapped his leg around Craig's, pulling him in for a kiss.

Craig kissed him with care, surprised at Kyle's…surprise.

"I love you," he said between kisses, rubbing his nose against Kyle's; he was feeling a little playful.

Kyle smiled broadly at him, "I love you too. Now sex me up!"

Craig laughed. He loved it when Kyle was in his sexy-playful mood. It was always the best. He locked lips with Kyle, breathing in happily as he rolled Kyle over onto his back and got the ball rolling.

Later…

"Give it!" Stan demanded. He and Eric were on the couch in the apartment they shared together. Stan had moved in with Eric just a few days after they 'kissed and made up' at Craig's party. The six months they'd spent living together had been sheer bliss. Neither of them had ever been so happy in their young lives.

"No…it's mine!" Eric hollered back.

Stan bit his lower lip as he hopped onto Eric's lap, struggling to pry the remote control out of his hand. They weren't being serious at all. In fact, this was usually how they wound up having sex.

"Give it fat ass!" Stan challenged, trying as hard as he could to get his boyfriend to surrender the precious remote.

"No way hippie…it's mahn!"

Stan laughed as Eric pushed him off, allowing him to land on a large pillow they had propped up on the arm of the couch.

"Please…I'll blow you!" Stan bargained, "I don't wanna watch this. Oprah fucking sucks dude!"

"Oprah sucks? Fuck you Stan you suck!" Eric retorted, smiling the whole time. He loved play fighting with Stan. He was so much fun; not to mention he genuinely challenged Cartman on a regular basis.

That was something Stan appreciated about their relationship, too. Kyle had never challenged him; he'd simply submitted to all of Stan's tantrums and needs. Not that he didn't appreciate it. Kyle had been great…he'd always gone so far above and beyond for him. However, in his new relationship with Eric, he found himself enjoying the challenge far more. Eric never just gave him things. He made him earn it, which Stan did as well. The two of them were constantly pushing the other to be better, stronger, braver…always striving for more. For some, that might be stressful, but it suited the two of them just fine.

Not too mention Eric understood him more. As much as Kyle had tried to be there for Stan during some darker periods of his life he simply didn't have the capacity to help. Kyle saw the world through rose colored glasses and Eric didn't. Eric came from an ugly situation, been through a horrible drug ordeal and rose above it. It gave him a depth that Kyle didn't have as well as providing him with someone who had an understanding of Stan's darker side. He understood Stan's distaste for other people; he understood Stan's need to medicate, at times, with alcohol and minor substance abuse; he understood the deep rooted insecurities Stan did his best to hide. They weren't the same, but they were similar enough to have an understanding. An understanding that led to a stronger support system between the two of them than either had ever thought possible.

When they were together they were rock solid. No one could break them. They were, quite certainly, soul mates and no one could interfere with that. Not the way that Eric had between Stan and Kyle. It was just further proof that the two of them were simply not meant to be, which he had realized in that moment he'd shared with Kyle at Craig's party. That was when he had truly let him go.

"You'll blow me? I think you're gonna have to do better than that…" Eric insisted, positioning himself on top of Stan and pushing his hips against his.

Stan smiled tantalizingly at him as he wrapped his arms around Cartman's once more thick frame. He wasn't fat like he had been as a child, but he was definitely bigger and little pudgy, which Stan actually found wildly attractive.

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me baby…I'm all yours…" Stan said, breathlessly mocking Eric.

"Fuck off!" Eric insisted, still pushing his hips into Stan's. He really did want him.

Stan smiled at him, knowing that he had him by the balls. At this point what was on TV really didn't matter anymore. It was just a game now.

"Come on baby…do whatever you want to me…just give me the remote…you know you want it!" Stan laughed, grabbing Cartman's waste and pulling him close. He could feel Eric's excitement against him as they started to make out.

"Goddamnit!" Eric shouted, shoving the remote into Stan's hand. Stan smirked at him before tossing the remote aside and wrapping his arms around Eric's neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

Suddenly, just as things were heating up between them, Stan's cell phone started to ring.

"Oh…shit…hang on…" Stan said, pulling his phone out. He was totally caught off guard as he realized it was Kyle.

"Who is it?" Eric asked, noticing the sinking look on Stan's face.

"It's Kyle," he said, his blue eyes wide as he looked towards Cartman. Eric's eyes widened too.

"What? The fuck is he calling you for!" he demanded.

"I dunno," Stan said as he shrugged.

"Well…answer it then…" Eric urged, still positioned on top of Stan. He kind of wanted to stay there so he could hear what Kyle had to say. As if reading Eric's jealous mind, Stan answered it and put it on speaker phone. Eric allowed his body to relax, resting his head on Stan's shoulder as he listened gratefully.

"Kyle?" Stan answered, his arm around Cartman as he spoke. He was stroking Eric's back in an attempt to comfort him. He knew how jealous and possessive he could be, which he really didn't mind. He was that way too, so he could understand.

"Hi Stan…"

"Uh…what's up?" Stan asked, feeling awkward as all hell.

"Um…well…" he let out a nervous laugh, "…this is probably kind of stupid but, uh…I just sort of miss you. Not like…boyfriend miss you. I just…miss you, miss you."

Stan continued to rub Cartman, who was squeezing him close. He was clearly feeling a little violated at the fact that Kyle was calling.

"Oh…uh…that sucks ass, dude," Stan said awkwardly. The truth was he missed Kyle too, he just didn't want to say it in front of Cartman. As if Eric could sense it, he nudged Stan, widening his eyes at him.

"Tell him!" he whispered forcefully, not wanting Stan to miss an opportunity to patch things up. In all honesty, he felt like it would be nice if they could just clear the air. They were all living in that small town so they were bound to have run-ins. It would be so great if they didn't have to be awkward and horrible.

"I mean…" Stan spat out in response to Cartman's go-ahead, "…I miss you too. I do."

A long silence passed between them before Kyle got the nerve to further explain himself.

"Look. This is stupid. We've been best friends our entire lives, Stan. Shit didn't work out between us and that's okay, but do we really have to throw away our entire friendship over this? I mean…no one actually ever stays with their first boyfriend, right?"

Cartman started to kiss Stan's neck as he was speaking. He could tell the conversation was going to be alright so he wanted to go back to having fun; plus the little sadistic bastard inside of him was aroused at the thought of getting him off while he was on the phone with his ex. This distracted Stan for just long enough to make Kyle feel like he was angry with him.

"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have called…" he quickly apologized.

"No no…hang on…it's fine! I'm just…sorry…something was happening…" Stan insisted, gently pushing Cartman off of him. He attempted to sit himself up but Cartman pushed him down again and laid atop him once more. He put his finger to his mouth indicating that he would behave.

"…Sorry…" Stan continued, "…I know what you're saying Kyle. I miss you too…and it's totally weird not having you around dude. I mean, we could never date again…which I think you know…but I'm game to try and be cool if you are? Fuck…I will always consider you my best friend, you know that right?"

He couldn't help but smile as he heard Kyle laugh. It was comforting in a small way to be exposed to his familiarity.

"Yeah. Well…alright then…cool. So…we're on the same page then?"

"Yeah dude. We're totally cool. I'm super happy with things right now and having our friendship would just be…well, it'd be nice is what I'm saying."

Another pause passed between them before Kyle decided he should at least make a little small talk.

"So…are you still single or did you and Cartman work it out?"

Stan started to rub Eric's back once more as he spoke, unable to keep himself from smiling.

"Me and Eric are fine. We live together now and, honestly…it's been fucking great…"

"Yeah Jew…it's been fucking tits!" Eric suddenly spoke up, unable to contain himself. He missed bantering with Kyle. He missed the friendship the three of them used to share.

"Oh fuck…hey fatass. Didn't know you were there," Kyle retorted, not missing a beat.

Stan winked at Cartman as he continued his conversation with Kyle, "so…what about you? You seeing anyone?"

"Yeah. Actually, I live with Craig now. We've been together for a few months…I just moved in a few weeks ago. I'm really doing well."

"Wow…that's fucking great Kyle!" Stan said, genuinely happy to hear that Kyle had found someone to date. Plus, Craig wasn't too bad of a guy.

"Tell Stan and Cartman I said 'fuck off' for me!" they suddenly heard Craig's voice. He was joking around with them too.

"Craig says fuck off…" Kyle repeated, figuring they'd probably heard him anyway.

"Tell him he's a goddamn asshole for me!" Eric chimed up once more, leaning over Stan a bit to holler into the phone. Stan was giggling hysterically.

"Cartman says you're a goddamn asshole," Kyle said, laughing as well.

The three of them laughed as they heard Craig muttering something unintelligible in response. Fuck, what a damn relief.

"Well…uh…cool. I'm glad we did this. Honestly…I'm glad for all of this," Kyle admitted, sounding like he was preparing to end the phone call.

Stan smiled, a fond look in his eye as he spoke, "yeah. Me too Kyle."

A small silence passed between them once more before Kyle spoke up.

"Well. I'll see you around Stan."

"Yeah…see you 'round Kyle."

Once Stan had hung up his phone he dropped it on the couch beside him, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"Feel better, hippie?" Eric asked, nuzzling him.

"Honestly Eric…I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. Thanks for stealing my heart away…" Stan said, somewhat serious and somewhat playfully.

"I'd steal you away any goddamn day of the week, Stan Marsh," Eric said before planting an affectionate kiss on his lips.

They made out for a few minutes before Stan broke their kiss, "I love you fat boy…"

Eric wrapped his arms around him and stole another quick kiss before responding.

"I love you too hippie. I love you too."

THE END.