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Epilogue

Summer in South Park: that rare time when the snow melted and the weather reached a fairly decent temperature. Baseball season had finally started, allowing Clyde and Stan to compete in a sport together, rather than debating the better of the other two. The sport teams were a strange subject. Everything changed when the captain of the football team came out as openly gay as well. It had been a bold but liberating move for Stan to make. He'd expected the violence Clyde received, but he got none. Both of the school team captains - supposedly the most manly tough lady-killers around - were gay. The school had to rethink itself, unless they wanted their sports teams to start suffering. Things were changing and Stan Marsh's bravery helped the problem dramatically. The football team was everything to the school; they couldn't afford for it to suffer on prejudices.

Anyone who did oppose found themselves outnumbered and ignored. If they had a problem in the locker-rooms, they found themselves changing elsewhere. The ones left had grown comfortable and realised that Clyde and Stan weren't just there to perv on them.

Well, not all the time...

"Token, Stan's checking out your ass." Clyde grinned at Stan, who gasped in mock outrage. It was the last minutes before they were expected on the field for their first official game of the season.

"I am not!" But to contradict himself he let his jaw hang open and continued staring down at Token's backside. Token glanced over his shoulder and laughed. He stood still for a few seconds and then pulled his pants on.

"Okay, time's up."

"Awww man," Stan pretended to whine. "I hadn't even got around to feeling it."

"You can look but this is a 'hands off' area." Token waved his hand behind him for emphasis. "It does not belong to you."

"Can I have it?" asked Clyde.

"God, what am I? A gay magnet? No, you can't." Token pushed them both lightly on their shoulders. "I know it's hard to hear but you can't fuck every ass you see." Clyde gasped and looked at Stan with a shocked grin.

"Were you aware of this?!"

"I was not!" replied Stan. He put a hand to his head. "It's very distressing."

"How will we sleep at night?!"

Stan smirked. "With our boyfriends!" He put up his arm for a high-five. Clyde grinned and smacked it, laughing.

"Hell yeah."

Token smacked his lips and stared at them. "...You done? Because we need to get out there." Stan laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, dude, lead the way." He grinned perversely as Token passed him, and of course slapped him hard on the ass. "Now I am so ready to win."

As the players took to the field, perverted conversation begun with their boyfriend's in the stands, because there was something about the uniform that just got them interested. Craig sat with Kevin, feet up on the seats in front of them, eating hot dogs and grinning happily. On the field below, Clyde and Stan were glowing in their white outfits.

"Clyde has such an amazing ass," commented Kevin, already having mentioned how attractive he looked and starting a mini war with Craig.

"Okay, I'll give you that, but look at Stan's arms." Craig watched how is boyfriend held the bat and practised a few swings. "Perfect. Toned but not too big."

"Granted, but look at Clyde's chest." Kevin could see the outline and was looking forward to when it would cling closer to Clyde's body with sweat.

"Stan's legs."

"Clyde's hair."

"Stan's eyes."

"Clyde's eyes."

Kenny grinned and plonked down beside them. "Kenny's dick." He laughed as Craig punched him. "Okay, okay, sorry. What were we talking about?"

"Stan's shoulders."

"Clyde's smile."

Kenny rolled his eyes. "You both sound like chicks." He put his feet up on the chair in front. "What about Clyde's ass... or Stan's legs?" This earned another smack from Craig.

"We've already mentioned those. I do love Stan's legs a lot."

"I bet you love having them wrapped around you," offered Kenny with a perverted smirk. Craig sighed but nodded. Kenny looked at Kevin. "And I bet you love feeling Clyde's ass."

"Oh, stop now," replied Kevin, rolling his eyes. "Obviously that's true." He stared down at the field in delight to see Clyde had his back turned to their stand, stretching and limbering up. His eyes perversely trailed over the toned, round shape that was all his. "It's just so perfect."

In the family aspects of their lives, everything was going well. Kevin's family had been showing their support and even attempting to pay him more attention. Simple things, like his mom asking him how his day was going, or the latest about him and Clyde, was very appreciated. There never was anything interesting to say about him and Clyde. They'd found themselves similar to Craig, taking enjoyment in everything being nice and boring.

It had been a short engagement, only lasting two months and the day had finally arrived for Susan to become Mrs Donovan. Clyde and Megan had once again given their complete blessing, more excited than anything else, to have a step-mom as good as she. Suits and dresses were bought and a small venue booked, all that was left was for Susan to walk down the aisle and take her place firmly in the centre of the Donovan family.

As best man, Clyde stood proudly beside his dad. Clyde knew he looked good in his suit, Kevin had said as much the first time he tried it on. It hadn't stayed on for very long that time because Kevin had taken great pleasure in removing it.

The reception was friendly and peaceful, though some faster-paced songs had led to Kevin's dad doing some particularly embarrassing dance moves that Kevin did not know he was capable of (and by the look on her face neither did his mom). Kevin had tried to get Clyde on the dance floor during these songs but he had not succeeded. He did manage at one point though, when the music changed.

Kevin wrapped his arms around Clyde's waist and leaned in, seductively lowering his voice and gently swaying to the slower music, very gradually pulling Clyde onto the dance floor. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Clyde leaned forward as well, placing his hands around Kevin's back. "What?" he whispered.

"I think the best man in hot." Kevin bit his lip. "I'd ask him to dance but I'm too shy."

Clyde looked around playfully, as if searching. "That guy's a dumbass. Don't dance with him. He has at least two left feet, probably more."

"That's not true..."

"Oh, it is, Kevin." Clyde blushed and glanced around them. "It is."

"Well, I happen to think that he's the most amazing guy on the planet and anything he does will be brilliant."

"Well, you can't dance with him."

Kevin pressed his head to Clyde's, swaying and slowly spinning in the centre of the dance floor. "Too late, I already am."

They continued their perfectly even dance, eyes closed, getting lost in the music as the wedding guests looked over them and smiled. It was clear that they were only beginning to taste their individual stories - a whole life for everything to change. For either boy it would prove impossible to imagine life apart, so they didn't. In that moment their stories were linked, they were together and everything was perfect.