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Stan's first time was vastly different to Kyle's in that it was actually with Kyle and not with a girl.
Everyone, Stan included, thought his first time would be with Wendy. They dated off and on from third grade through sophomore year of highschool and then at the ripe age of fifteen Wendy broke up with him for good. She started dating Tolkien within a few weeks of their break-up.
Stan had his heart broken by Wendy plenty of times over the years, but this one was bigger. It wasn't just the sting of a broken heart, it came at the same time he was realizing he liked boys too. More specifically, one boy in particular he liked a lot, his super best friend, Kyle.
Kyle didn't like boys though, he even had a girlfriend, Rebecca Cotswolds. And it wasn't that Stan didn't like her, but she was taking Kyle away from him, so maybe he was a little jealous. But it wasn't like he was going to tell Kyle that, he wasn't going to tell Kyle anything. He didn't want to ruin their friendship by admitting he was jealous of some stupid girl; Kyle had never been jealous of Wendy, had he? And if he was, he would've told Stan, right? They told each other everything. But Stan's keeping more than a few secrets from Kyle.
Bottling it all up inside isn't good either, though. Stan constantly feels like he is going to burst at the seams. As the months slip by he doesn't get any better, and before he realizes it it's junior year. He starts sneaking vodka - anything he can get his hands on really - in his water bottle at school, and is drunk more often than not. His friends notice, there's no way they don't, but no one seems to care, not even Kyle.
It's been almost a year since the break-up and every day is worse. He still misses Wendy but wishes he didn't. She's clearly moved on, but Stan can't. More than once he's tried to work up the courage to tell Kyle that he's bisexual and that he needs help with his drinking but he's never brave enough, not even with the liquid courage. He's always drunk and depressed but he thinks he's becoming decent at hiding it.
Apparently he's not as good at hiding it as he thinks; Craig, not even one of his close friends even though he's dating one of Stan's close friends, is the one who calls him out on being drunk and it's during baseball practice. "If you're going to get trashed, do it after practice and after games, we need a pitcher who can throw straight, you've thrown three wild pitches in a row, jackass. And I've lost track of the balls you've thrown, but I know you've only thrown two strikes. Doesn't make for a very exciting time at shortstop if no one can even hit the ball."
"Fuck off," Stan mumbles, and turns back to the batter, he gets into position and throws the ball, it's the worst pitch he's thrown yet, he hits the batter, walking in another run. Their coach comes out and takes the ball from him, "It's just an off day, Marsh, you'll do better tomorrow or you won't start in Friday's game."
"Yes, sir," he says, walking off the field. He sees Kenny coming out to pitch, he's never put in this early, he's a closer, he's saved so many games since he and Stan joined the baseball team together in eighth grade.
He doesn't have a problem, it's not a problem, he just needs to get his head out of his ass and focus during baseball. Maybe Craig's right, maybe he shouldn't be drinking until after baseball, but he drinks all day at school so it's kinda inevitable; maybe he does have a problem.
Stan focuses and does better the next day, he's still drunk off his ass but he handles himself well enough that coach tells him he's starting Friday.
In Friday's game, he's still drunk and still upset but manages a whopping nine k's through seven and a half innings. He's only taken out of the game when, like a dumbass, he tries to catch an infield fly with his non-gloved hand and gets hurt. They still credit him for the catch and they get the second out of the inning, so it's not all bad.
They win the game five to three and Stan gets the win on his record.
He wants to be excited about it as the team celebrates after at Tolkien's house - it just so happened to be that he was throwing a party at the same time - but Stan just can't get into it. Everyone's drinking, smoking or doing dabs and making out with their partners and Stan's just alone. Cartman's blowing pot smoke into Butters mouth, swearing up and down it's not gay, Kenny's in Craig's lap, grinding against him, and Kyle's nowhere to be seen. There's no one else here Stan would even want to talk to.
Someone passes him a joint and he takes a long hit before passing it back. He nurses a beer hoping for something stronger. He flops down onto the nearest empty seat.
He's already drunk, and he doesn't have the energy to actively drink anymore tonight, he's not even sure why he came with the team and his friends, he should've just gone home, crawled into bed and passed out.
Kenny and Craig are next to him on the couch, but neither pay any attention to him, too wrapped up in each other, tongues down each other's throats.
"Hey, man, there you are, I've been looking for you."
Stan blinks, trying to clear his cloudy alcohol hazed vision. "Kyle?"
"No, Gary Nelson, dumbass."
"What d'ya want Kyle?"
"To hang out with my super best friend."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?" Kyle's tipsy, Stan can see it in the way his cheeks are flushed and how his voice is going a little bit high pitched.
"Don't you wanna hang out with your girlfriend?" Stan asks, tone bitter.
"Rebecca and I broke up."
"What? No way, when?"
"Like a month ago."
"That's not possible, I'd have known."
"Dude, you've been too drunk to notice anything."
"No, I haven't-"
"Come on." Kyle grabs Stan's hand and drags him up the stairs and into one of the guest rooms - or what Stan assumes is one of the guest rooms until the light turns on and he sees they're in fucking Tolkien's room. Kyle shuts the door behind them and pushes Stan towards the bed.
"What the hell, dude?"
"You're done drinking, Stan," Kyle paces the room.
"You're not fucking telling me what I can or can't do, asshole."
"Stan, you know I love you, I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Fuck off with that bullshit, Kyle." Stan pushes himself up off of the bed and heads for the door.
Kyle steps in-front of him and stops him, "you're not going anywhere, Stan."
"Get outta my way, Kyle," he's bigger and stronger than Kyle and could easily push him out of the way, but Kyle stands his ground.
"You're not leaving, asswipe."
"Fuck you, Kyle."
"No, fuck you, Stan. You're such a fucking prick."
"I am not! You're the one who got a fucking girlfriend and left me."
"You had a girlfriend first!"
"I've had a girlfriend since third grade but I still put you first. You got a girlfriend and it was like I didn't matter anymore."
"You've always mattered to me Stan, don't give me that bullshit."
"Just fuck off, Kyle, get out of my way," he puts his hands on Kyle and pushes him to the side - not nearly as forcefully as he could've though, he doesn't want to hurt Kyle, no matter how upset he is.
"Knock it off, Stan. You're drunk and being a dick."
He stops short of going out the door, he doesn't turn to look at Kyle though, "I'm always drunk, remember? That's what you said."
"But you're not always a dick."
"You didn't even care when Wendy broke my heart, man. Rebecca obviously meant more to you," Stan turns towards Kyle now, his voice going quiet, "you were just happily kissing her and holding her hand."
"I was there for you too."
"No, you weren't. You didn't even know we broke up until she started dating Tolkien."
"That's not true-"
"Yes, it is, I'm leaving."
"Stan, don't."
"Fuck you, Kyle. You don't get to just care about me now that your girlfriend dumped you."
"You don't know that she dumped me and I've always cared about you!"
He turns away from Kyle again, fully intent on leaving this time, "you only care about me when it's convenient," his fingers wrap around the doorknob but he can't get himself to turn it.
"Fine, she dumped me, is that what you want to hear?"
"No, that's not what I want to hear, I don't want you to be upset or hurting, Kyle. Super best friends, remember? I still care about you, even when you don't care about me. None of you assholes even checked in to see how I've been doing the last year, no one said anything about my drinking. Fucking Craig was the one to say something and only because I was pissing him off during baseball practice. You didn't say a fucking word to me," he sighs and turns back towards Kyle, sad, angry tears in his eyes, "I was upset when Wendy broke up with me, but that wasn't even what hurt the most."
"What're you talking about?"
"I'm bisexual, Kyle," Stan admits quietly.
"You're what?"
"I'm bi, okay? Wendy broke up with me at the same time I was trying to figure that shit out."
"You're bi?"
"Oh my god, yes, Kyle. I like guys, I like dick, I like watching gay porn, call me whatever fucking names you want!"
"I'm not Cartman, you asshole, I'm not going to call you anything."
"Whatever."
"Stan?"
"What?"
"I like guys too."
"Don't do that, Kyle."
"I'm serious."
"Don't try to placate me or make me feel better, I'm over it. Kenny's pan and Craig's gay, I'm not the only one, I know it, it's fine."
"I'm not being placating."
"Fine, whatever."
"Stan?"
"I'm sorry."
"Fuck you," he steps closer to Kyle, away from the door, "I hate you, I hate that you fucking abandoned me."
"I didn't abandon you."
"You still don't get it you, bastard, I love you!" He surges forward, grabbing Kyle's shirt and presses their lips together. It's harsh, and he feels his lip split from the force of it.
Kyle doesn't kiss back, he just stands there completely still.
Stan jerks his head back, and is surprised when Kyle chases him, bringing their lips back together again. Actively kissing Stan, not caring about the blood seeping from Stan's bottom lip, smearing across both of their mouths.
Kyle's lips part first and Stan's tongue slips inside, tasting alcohol in Kyle's mouth, his tongue runs along Kyle's teeth, feeling the sharp points of his canines.
It's probably one of the worst kisses Stan's ever had because of the blood, but because it's with Kyle, it's the best kiss of his life.
They break apart, panting, faces flushed, "fuck," Stan's not sure which one of them says it, or maybe they both do.
"You really like guys?"
"You really love me?" They both speak at the same time.
Stan answers first, "Yeah, I love you. Not just like super best friend love you. You really do like guys?"
"Yeah, that's why Rebecca dumped me."
"She dumped you because of that? Fucking bitch."
"It wasn't like that, not really, she broke up with me, because I was talking about wanting to experiment, like with guys, I guess, I don't know. She said she was okay with me liking guys but wasn't okay with me cheating on her, but like I wasn't going to cheat on her, not really."
"That totally would've been cheating, dude."
"Whatever, we broke up so it doesn't matter."
"Yeah."
"Can I kiss you again?"
"Yeah."
Kyle kisses him again, arms wrapped around Stan's neck, pulling him close.
Stan's hands find Kyle's hips, squeezing gently. He wants more, he wants everything with Kyle. Stan backs them up towards the bed, and pushes Kyle down onto it, not breaking the kiss. He straddles Kyle and swears he can feel a slight bulge forming in Kyle's pants beneath his ass.
Reluctantly he breaks the kiss, "Can I touch you?"
"Yes, fuck yes, Stan."
His hands slip beneath Kyle's shirt, touching his soft skin, enjoying the feeling of Kyle's body hair as his fingers run through it - he'd have never expected Kyle to be particularly hairy, but he likes it. Stan kisses at Kyle's neck, alternating kisses and little nips, wanting beyond want to suck bruises into Kyle's pale skin for everyone to see. He wants Kyle to be his.
Kyle's hips lift off the bed, his groin pressing against Stan, he moans, it's quiet but the sound goes straight to Stan's cock. He wants Kyle so badly, he's wanted Kyle for so long.
Stan's hands move down to the waistband of Kyle's pants, working furiously to get the button undone and the zipper down. Once he does he pulls at them, trying to yank them down Kyle's legs.
"Get up."
"What?"
"Get up so I can get my pants off."
"Oh, right." Duh, dumbass, of course he wants to take his pants off.
Stan climbs off of Kyle and sits on the bed next to him, watching as Kyle kicks off his shoes then shimmies out of his pants and underwear, dropping them on the floor next to the bed. He sits up and shucks his shirt too, tossing it with the rest, "c'mon, it's your turn, get naked."
Stan fumbles slightly as he tries to get his shoes off but recovers quickly. As he pulls his shirt over his head, he watches as Kyle goes through Tolkien's nightstand pulling out a bottle of lube. Part of Stan feels bad that they are doing this in Tolkien's bedroom but the excitement far outweighs his guilt. He pushes his pants and boxer briefs down and they join the pile of Kyle's clothes on the floor.
"Shit," Kyle says, shutting the nightstand drawer.
"What's wrong?"
"There's no fucking way I'm using fruit flavored condoms."
"Fruit flavored-" Stan gags, "that's fucking sick," he knows they're fruit flavored for Wendy's benefit. "Do you have a regular one?"
"Maybe, find my wallet."
Stan crouches and goes through Kyle's pants, pulling his wallet out.
"There should be one in there, I don't think I used it."
Right, he could've used it, Kyle's not a virgin. Does he know that Stan is?
Stan finds it and pulls it out, "Found it."
"Good, now get up here."
Stan doesn't have to be told twice, he's on the bed and kissing Kyle in record speed.
He hears Kyle open the bottle of lube and he freezes up, he stops responding to the kiss. Kyle pulls away, "what's wrong?"
"I'm a virgin," Stan blurts out, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah, dude, it's okay. I haven't done anything other than kiss a couple guys."
"No, I don't just mean with a guy, you had sex with Rebecca, I've never had sex with anyone."
"You and Wendy never?"
"She gave me a handjob once but that's it."
"Oh," the realization seems to hit, "oh, shit, well it'll be okay, I'll be careful and we'll figure it out."
"Yeah, okay."
"Do you," Kyle hesitates, "do you want to top?"
"Oh, uh, I think, I mean, I want you to top."
Kyle smiles and kisses him again, much softer than all the rest, "I'll make sure you feel good."
Stan's painfully hard and Kyle's only making it worse, better, he's not really sure. "Don't make me wait, Kyle, please."
"Okay, c'mere." Kyle pulls Stan down onto the bed so that he's laying on his back and presses another kiss to his lips, Stan wants to chase him when he pulls away but stays still. "Can I touch you?" Kyle asks him.
"Yes, please."
Kyle's fingers run down his body from his chest to his belly, tracing the path of dark hair down towards his cock. His fingertips glide through the thatch of pubic hair before finally he makes contact with Stan's cock and he instantly feels like he's right there, he bites his lip and tries to think of anything other than Kyle's fingers wrapping around his shaft trying desperately not to jizz all over himself and end this before it even begins.
Stan whines, unable to hold the sound in as Kyle's thumb swipes across the sticky head, smearing precum and using the slight wetness to aid him in stroking Stan.
Kyle seems to like it, because he does it again, and again until Stan can't handle it anymore, he's biting his lip so hard he's reopened the split in it, the coppery tang of blood fills his mouth.
"Hey, no, none of that, I want to hear you," a part of Stan wonders where Kyle learned to talk like that; did he talk to Rebecca the same way?
"You've gotta stop, I'm gonna come."
"Then come for me."
"No, I wanna," Stan moans, "I wanna come on your cock," he stupidly repeats a line he's heard in porn before but once again Kyle seems to like it.
"You can come more than once, I know you can, c'mon, come for me Stan," he strokes faster, his grip a little tighter and wetter - Stan doesn't remember seeing Kyle pick up the lube and pour some onto his cock but he had to have, there's no way it could be so wet and slick without it.
Stan's hips lift off the bed, he moans loudly and climaxes, coating Kyle's fingers and Stan's lower belly. He pants harshly, coming down from his orgasm, feeling boneless. "Oh, fuck, Kyle, shit."
"See baby, I knew you could come for me."
"But, that's not, fuck, let me touch you now, please," he reaches for Kyle, but Kyle's stops him.
"No, this isn't over, baby." Kyle's touch is gentle as he uses his clean hand to push Stan's legs apart, he picks up the lube and pumps some of it into the same hand that's covered in Stan's cum. He brings his lube and cum slick fingers down between Stan's legs, "just relax for me, okay?"
The first touch of Kyle's fingertip against his hole feels so much different than he ever thought it would, but he likes it. Knowing that Kyle's using Stan's own cum with the lube is oddly erotic, he likes idea of Kyle filling him with cum, fucking it deeply into him, whether it's his own or Kyle's doesn't matter it's fucking hot. Stan whimpers.
Kyle stills for a moment, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Kyle's other hand rests on Stan's thigh, stroking gently with his thumb, "I'm gonna make you feel good, gonna make you come again, do you want that?"
Stan's cock weakly twitches, trying to get hard again, and he knows it won't take long. "Please, Kyle." He whines, trying desperately to turn and hide his face in the pillows.
Kyle's finger presses inside of him, it doesn't hurt but it doesn't really feel good either. "This isn't really necessary," Kyle mumbles, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he watches where his finger is sliding further inside of Stan's body.
Stan tries not to tense up, but can't help it, it's weird having something going in instead of out. "What isn't necessary?" Having sex with him?
"Stretching you, but I wanted to try, I always liked fingering Rebecca. Now relax, Stan, I've got you, I'm not going to hurt you and I'm gonna make sure you like it."
"I trust you," Stan says honestly, he does trust Kyle; he chooses to ignore Kyle's mention of Rebecca.
Kyle smiles down at him, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the center of his chest, trailing kisses across both pecs before taking one of Stan's nipples into his mouth.
"Ahh, fuck." Stan moans. He's never thought about his nipples as very sensitive or even really something to pay attention to, usually when he's jerking off that's all he's doing, he's not exploring his body, he's just trying to get off as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Kyle slips a second finger into him, the stretch burns but it's not bad. He pumps his fingers in and out, slowly, the drag of them is nice, and has Stan hard and leaking again in no time. He moves to the other nipple for just a moment before sitting up, "ready for more?"
Stan tries to say yes, but what comes out instead is a long, low pitched groan as Kyle finds his prostate.
"I'll take that as a yes." Kyle removes his fingers - Stan bites his lip to stop himself from whining again - and grabs the condom. He opens it easily and rolls it down onto his cock, he pumps a little extra lube onto his fingers and smears it against Stan's hole.
Kyle kneels between Stan's legs, Kyle lifts him up and pulls him down the bed a little bit, he puts Stan's thighs on top of his own. The slick, blunt head of his cock presses between Stan's cheeks, "wait," he says.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you like me?"
"If I didn't, would I be about to stick my dick in you?"
"I don't know," Stan's freaking out, and he's not even really sure why.
"Stan, I like you, I've liked you for a while but you were with Wendy and then I was with Rebecca and I didn't think- it doesn't matter, okay? I like you, I love you even, you're my best friend and if you still want to do this, then so do I." He takes his cock into his hand and guides it to Stan's hole, applying light pressure but not forcing it.
Stan feels a bit like throwing up, maybe it's the nerves of actually losing his virginity or maybe it's from all the alcohol he's drunk. But he doesn't ask Kyle to stop, he doesn't tell Kyle no, instead he wraps his legs around Kyle as best he can and presses down against Kyle's cock, hopefully encouraging him to push inside.
"Yes or no, Stan, I need to know."
"Yes, fucking yes, please."
Kyle grips Stan's hip with one hand while the other continues guiding his cock as he presses inside. The stretch this time burns worse, it doesn't hurt, he's not going to start crying or ask Kyle to stop but it burns like crazy.
Kyle goes slow, his hand comes up to rest on Stan's hip joining the other, he squeezes lightly, reassuringly.
Stan's eyes are squeezed shut but he smiles up at Kyle anyway, hoping his eyes are open and he can see it.
Finally he bottoms out, groin pressed flush against Stan, cock buried inside of him. He doesn't move and Stan's not sure he wants him to.
"Fuck, you're so tight, baby. Tell me when you're ready for me to move."
Stan's not sure he can handle Kyle moving, the burning has subsided but now it's been replaced with a burning arousal, he's not sure he won't come again as soon as Kyle moves.
"Okay, you can move now," he says finally, opening his eyes and looking into Kyle's.
Kyle nods slightly before pulling partially out of Stan and pressing back in rather quickly.
Stan moans, it feels so fucking good, it's only one thrust and he's already there; he wonders if it feels this good for Kyle.
The pace Kyle sets is quick and sharp, each inward thrust is almost painful from the force of their bodies slapping together; the sound echoes loudly in Tolkien's bedroom. He pulls nearly all the way out each time, fucking back into Stan.
Kyle's cock brushes against that sweet spot inside of Stan, he involuntarily clenches, heels digging into Kyle's back. He wants to pull Kyle down on top of him and kiss him.
Kyle seems to know that's what Stan wants, he leans down over top of him, still thrusting fast but much shallower, he brings their lips together, licking his way inside of Stan's mouth, swallowing the sounds he's making.
Stan's arms wrap around Kyle, holding him close, not letting him pull away, blunt nails bite into the flesh of Kyle's back; Kyle moans into the kiss, the sound is so hot.
Kyle's hands leave Stan's hips and make their way beneath him, wrapping up and around his shoulders, pulling Stan down onto his cock with each thrust.
His cock is trapped between their bodies, rubbing against Kyle's stomach. He's getting close again, but he can't seem to figure out how to get his hand between them while still kissing Kyle, so he just doesn't. Hoping the feeling of Kyle fucking him and the friction on his cock between their bodies will be enough.
Kyle breaks the kiss, his head drops down next to Stan's, every breath he takes and each small moan he releases goes straight into Stan's ear, turning him on even more. The moans turn to groans and grunts and suddenly Kyle goes still on top of him, cock pressed as deeply as it can be inside of him and he's coming; Stan can feel it as Kyle's cock pulses and releases into the condom. He momentarily wishes, again, that Kyle was filling him up with his cum, so that he could then fuck it back into him when it starts to leak out.
It's all too much for Stan, his own orgasm is coming, he's so fucking close. Kyle begins to thrust again after a moment, riding out his own climax. His thrusts are smaller and less powerful but each one feels incredible, the feeling of Kyle's cock against his prostate is almost too good. Stan's going to come, he can feel it building up inside of him, burning in his belly. Kyle nearly collapses on top of him, cock going soft and beginning to slip out of Stan, but he hasn't come, this can't be over. Stan presses his heels into Kyle's back, uses his hands to pull their bodies impossibly closer and grinds up against Kyle, enjoying the added friction from the added weight of Kyle on top of him.
"Fuck, Kyle," he moans. Kyle's cock slips out of him entirely, the slickness of the condom makes it easy but somehow the head manages to catch against his swollen, sensitive rim. He tries to shove his hand between them while still keeping Kyle pressed against him but it just doesn't work.
He's becoming frustrated, he's right there, right on the edge and then he feels something pressing against his hole and inside of him, he knows it's not Kyle's cock, it can't be. That's when he realizes Kyle's managed to slip one of his hands from beneath him and down between them, pressing his fingers inside of Stan, fucking him; that's all it takes and he's coming between them, so hard he thinks he sees stars, moaning Kyle's name so loud there is no way that someone didn't hear it.
Kyle's fingers move quickly inside of him, fucking him through his climax. His fingers slip out and he wipes them on the sheets, "holy shit, dude."
He can't believe Kyle just called him dude after all of that but he's too tired and too fucked out to care.
Stan's not sure how long they stay there, laying together catching their breath before Kyle gets up, gets dressed and tells Stan to do the same, but he knows it can't have been too long because no one comes looking for them and the music is still playing downstairs.
"Meet me out front by your truck in twenty minutes, we're going to your place, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Stan agrees. He dresses quickly and Kyle leaves the room first. Stan considers at least fixing the sheets and pillows so it's not so obvious but decides fuck it. Let Tolkien and Wendy discover that someone fucked in his bed when they come upstairs later.
Fuck you, Wendy. He thinks, flipping the light off and shutting the door behind him.
The hallway is empty and his excuse will be that he was in the bathroom if anyone spots him. He feels sticky and gross and really wants to take a shower.
He heads downstairs and doesn't see Kyle anywhere, he's probably already outside. He'll meet Kyle outside in a minute but first he wants a drink. He heads to the kitchen and pours himself a red plastic cup of straight vodka and tosses a little bit of ice in it from the ice machine in Tolkien's fridge.
"Which one of you horny fuckers had sex in my bed?!" He hears Tolkien yell from the living room. Stan laughs and chugs the contents of his cup.
"It was probably Kenny and Craig!"
"No fucking way, they were fucking on the couch."
"Then it was Clyde and Bebe, they rival Kenny and Craig for the amount of times they fuck in a day."
"We're on a break, asshole!"
"If I was going to fuck Clyde it wouldn't be in your bed!"
"Well someone did!"
Stan misses the rest of the argument slipping out the back door and making his way around the house to where his car is. Kyle's leaning against it waiting for him, scrolling through his phone.
"Hey, everyone knows."
"Knows what?" Kyle says, looking up.
"They don't know it was us, but they know someone fucked in Tolkien's bed."
"Oh," Kyle laughs, "They'll probably suspect Kenny and Craig."
"They were going through the usual suspects when I left."
"They're not going to suspect us."
Stan climbs into the truck and Kyle immediately pushes him across the bench seat towards the passenger side, "No, bud, you're drunk, I'm driving."
"Fine," he passes his keys to Kyle.
He starts the truck and pulls away from the house.
"Would it be so bad if everyone knew?"
"You want everyone to know we had sex?"
"No, I just meant like what if everyone knew about us?"
"What about us?"
"Oh," Stan shuts up after that, and Kyle doesn't ask any more questions.
They pull up in-front of Tegridy and Stan follows Kyle inside.
Mom's in bed and who the fuck knows where Randy is; probably getting high with Towlie.
They each take separate showers and then pass out in Stan's bed without another word about what was said in the truck.
Stan wakes up first, the sun's barely peeking through the curtains but he feels like he's going to barf. He climbs out of bed, careful not to wake up Kyle and rushes to the bathroom, promptly emptying his stomach into the toilet. He hasn't really been eating much so it's mostly booze and bile.
He rests his arm on the toilet seat and his head on top of it between waves of nausea. He doesn't hear the bathroom door open and he jumps when he feels someone touch his back.
"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?" Kyle asks.
"I'm fine, go back to bed, it's just a hangover," he rasps out, voice rough from sleep and vomiting. Before Kyle can say anything Stan turns and throws up again, it's mostly just dry heaves but some bile comes up.
Kyle kneels on the floor next to him, rubbing his lower back.
"You can go," Stan says again, he just wants to throw up alone, this is definitely not the first morning this exact thing has happened. Maybe it's a problem, but it's fine, he's fine.
"No, I'm staying," Kyle's voice is soft, tone soothing and it makes Stan want to cry. Kyle rests his head on Stan's back, his hair tickles the back of Stan's neck. "I want to make sure you're okay, baby."
"Don't fucking say that if you don't mean it." He wants to push Kyle away.
"What? I do mean it."
"I don't feel good and you're giving off really mixed signals, I can't do this right now, Ky, please, just go back to my room." Tears threaten to fall, he sniffles and tries to hold them back.
Kyle's quiet for a long moment, head still resting on Stan's back, hand still running soothing little circles against his lower back. And then he speaks, as if he's had an epiphany, "I'm fucking this all up. I'm so sorry, Stan, I didn't mean to."
Stan doesn't even know how to respond, his body shakes, as he struggles to keep the tears in and the bile down - if there's anything left to actually come out.
"What you said last night, you didn't mean what we did." It's said as a statement but almost sounds like a question. "Stan, I'm such a fucking idiot."
"Don't say that about yourself," he manages to get out, he doesn't want Kyle talking down about himself. He's not an idiot.
"I wasn't thinking, you were asking if we were going to be together, right?"
"Y-yes" Stan chokes out between dry heaves.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"
All Stan can do is nod and hope that he's not ruining their friendship - if it's not already ruined after what they did.
"I want that too," Kyle presses a kiss to the back of Stan's neck, then the top of his head, he moves around him and kisses his forehead, "I should've realized that's what you meant."
Stan opens his mouth but instead of words coming out, he gags.
"Hey, shh, it's okay, don't try to talk, just rest, okay?" Kyle stands up and grabs a washcloth out of the linen closet, he turns on the cold water and soaks the rag. He wrings it out and then gets back on the floor next to Stan, he dabs the cold washcloth against Stan's forehead before laying it across the back of Stan's neck.
Stan wants to thank him and he wants to kiss him, but he still feels sick and he's all nasty from throwing up.
They stay on the bathroom floor until they hear Stan's mom heading downstairs for the morning. Stan still doesn't feel well but he lets Kyle guide him back to his bedroom. He tucks Stan into bed, presses a kiss to his forehead and says he'll be right back.
Stan falls asleep while he's gone and is woken up to a soft kiss on his forehead. His eyes flutter open and he looks up at Kyle, "hey," he says.
"Feeling any better?" Kyle asks, sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing Stan's cheek.
"Head hurts, stomach hurts, throat feels raw as fuck, but I don't feel like barfing anymore."
"I'm glad."
"Where'd you go?"
"I went and used the bathroom, then went downstairs, said hi to your mom, had a cup of coffee and then came back up here and found you sleeping."
"How long was I asleep?"
"Not long, maybe a half hour."
"Oh, okay, c'mere," he pulls Kyle down onto the bed with him, nuzzling against him, "this is okay, right?"
"Yeah," Kyle smiles.
He ends up falling back to sleep, snuggled up with Kyle until Sharon knocks on his door, inadvertently waking them both up to tell them it's time for dinner.
"Shit, we slept the whole day."
"Not the whole day, mom makes dinner pretty early, it's probably only like four thirty."
"You think I can stay here again?"
"I think the better question is will your mom let you?"
"Shit, yeah, I don't know, I'll call her after we eat, I'm shocked she's not called me a hundred times by now since I didn't come home last night."
"You think she's called in for a search party?"
"Knock it off, let's get downstairs and eat, I'm starving."
"Let me go brush my teeth first, I'll meet you down there."
"Okay, baby," he presses a kiss to Stan's forehead before parting ways in the hall, Stan goes into the bathroom and Kyle heads down the stairs.
He brushes, flosses and uses mouthwash trying to get the taste of vomit, stale weed and alcohol out of his mouth. Once he's satisfied he heads downstairs, Kyle's helping his mom set the table and Randy's already sat at the table with a glass of wine and joint bitching about wanting his dinner.
Once the food is on the table and everyone's plates are full, they eat. Kyle sits to the right of Stan and they hold hands under the table.
After dinner Kyle calls his mom, Stan can hear her yelling from across the room but eventually she relents and lets Kyle stay.
"She's so overbearing," Kyle says, flopping down on Stan's bed, "you doing okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good, gonna go get ready for bed though."
"Dude, it's like six thirty."
"And? I want to be comfortable."
"You never even changed out of your pajamas today."
"You're still in your pajamas too, well I guess my pajamas."
"Well I didn't plan on coming here last night, I didn't think about bringing clothes with me."
"We could shower and you could borrow some more of my clothes."
"Yeah?" Kyle smirks.
"Yeah."
"Your parents aren't gonna be weird about it?"
"Randy left and mom's not even going to notice."
"Let's go then."
"Let me brush my teeth again, I feel like I've got garlic breath."
"We can both brush our teeth."
They share the sink and brush at the same time - Kyle's had his own toothbrush in a little case in Stan's bathroom for years - since before he moved even, and it gets replaced every few months. They both spit mouthwash into the sink, and then look at each other, Stan's not sure which of them leans in first but suddenly they're kissing. Tongues in each other's mouths, tasting minty toothpaste and strong mouthwash, but both enjoying the kiss a lot. They break apart and Kyle says, "c'mon boyfriend, let's get in the shower," he laughs lightly, pressing a couple quick kisses to Stan's lips. Stan likes the sound of that; boyfriend - he's Kyle's boyfriend and Kyle is his boyfriend, it all seems so surreal, like something he never thought he could have.
Stan starts the shower while Kyle strips out of his clothes, Stan has to try not to stare while he undresses.
The shower ends up being a lot of making out and wandering hands, they're in the shower long enough that the water is entirely cold by the time they're rinsing their hair.
They slip out of the bathroom and back into Stan's bedroom with just towels around their waists. Stan pulls two pairs of boxer briefs out of the drawer and tosses one to Kyle. Stan's clothes are definitely a little bit big on him, but Stan's likes the way Kyle looks in his clothes; he's always liked it.
"Hey, would you wanna wear my baseball jacket on Monday?"
"You want me to?"
"I mean yeah, It'd be kinda cool."
"Don't you want to like tell our friends first?"
"Wouldn't this be a pretty effective way of telling them?"
"I guess so,"
"You don't have to, Ky, I just thought you might want to, it's not a big deal if you don't," he hands Kyle a pair of navy blue sweatpants and a white tshirt before turning back to the dresser and pulling out a gray pair of sweatpants and a black tshirt for himself.
But before he can start to put his clothes on, Kyle's touching him. A gentle hand on his back urging him to turn towards him, "It's not that I don't want to wear your jacket, Stan, I do. It's just, you never let Wendy wear it."
"Why the hell would I have let her wear it?"
"She was your girlfriend though?"
"Yeah, but letting her wear it was stupid, she asked me a couple times but you wearing it, I don't know, I just like the idea of you in my clothes for everyone to see."
"You trying to stake your claim on me? Let everyone know I'm off limits?"
"Something like that, yeah," Stan smirks.
"I'll wear it," Kyle leans in and brings their lips together, it's soft and chaste and perfect, "now let's get into bed and watch some movies and maybe finish what we started in the shower."
"I like the sound of that."
So that's what they do, they get dressed and then get into bed, and turn on some superhero movie that they've both seen but still enjoy. That night Stan gives his first ever blowjob, it's messy and not great - no matter how much Kyle insists it is - and Stan's jaw aches afterwards but he discovers that he really enjoys the taste of Kyle spunk and also that he really likes his hair being pulled.
By Monday morning Stan's so fucking happy that nothing is going to get him down and his day only gets better when he spots Kyle by his locker wearing his baseball jacket with MARSH across the back. Without thinking he walks up to him and kisses him right there in the hallway, in-front of everyone.
Stan still drinks but nowhere near as much as before - he insists it's because of Kyle, who absolutely refuses to take credit for it - and as the days and weeks and months slip by he drinks less and less until he's not drinking at all.
Stan's first time was vastly different to Kyle's in that it was actually with Kyle and not with a girl. And he wouldn't trade it for anything, because it was their first time together and it was perfect.