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“Man, you were right, those burgers were awesome”, Stan said after burping.
Sitting on Kyle’s bed at his dorm, legs spread and back against the wall, Stan was lazily playing with his guitar while Kyle, sitting on his desk, continued to revise some files.
“Uh-huh”
Thanksgiving’s long weekend had just started and Stan had come to visit Kyle at college for the whole three days. They had decided to take advantage that his roommate had gone back to his hometown to spend the day with his family, a thing neither Stan nor Kyle had been in the mood to do.
They had gone out to dinner at a place near campus that Kyle had told him repeatedly had the best burgers he had ever tasted. And he hadn’t been wrong. Unfortunately, ice cream for dessert had been cut short by a text from Gerald Broflovski asking Kyle if he could revise some points from new evidence on a case he was working on.
Kyle wasn’t even in his first year and his dad already had him assisting in the firm. “I mean, the experience will look good on my resume later” was what Kyle always said, and he was damn proud about it because he was that much of a nerd.
Nudging at the side of his stomach and thinking he probably shouldn’t have drank that third beer, Stan’s eyes absentmindedly scanned the other side of the room in front of him.
Kyle had told him about his roommate on various occasions, mostly to complain (“he puts his girlfriend on speaker when they fight, Stan!”, “he left his wet towel on the chair, now it smells musty!” ) which sometimes would turn in them wondering what would be like if they were roommates, a conversation that never lasted long because it made them both blue.
Seeing the room in person was a different experience though, it turned the guy from just a topic of conversation to a real-life human being with whom Kyle lived. Stan wouldn't pretend otherwise, but didn't broadcast it either: the situation made him a little jealous (especially given that Kyle hadn't even shared a room with his brother in South Park). Above all, they were still friends, and the idea of some other guy bunking with Kyle would always bug him.
Stan hadn’t paid much attention to the other’s side of the room (or just the room in general) when he first arrived, too busy sticking his tongue down Kyle’s throat to focus on those trivial things. But now that he was looking at it, bed made with nothing over it except the pillow and now Stan’s bag and guitar case, the books on the shelves organized, no coats hanging on the rack… except for maybe one of the posters that seemed to be peeling off the wall a bit, the guy’s side of the room was very neat.
"Hey-” Stan said, fingers absentmindedly playing with the chords, and eyes still on the guy’s side, “I thought you said your roommate was messy”, he looked at Kyle but when the redhead didn’t acknowledge him by looking over his shoulder at him, Stan continued, “But like- if that's messy to you… I think you may have a problem”.
"He is messy”, Kyle pointed out, eyes still on his notebook, “I tidied up when he left".
Stan scoffed softly and tuned the guitar, “Isn't he gonna get mad that you touched his stuff?”
“I found the stupid bracelet his girlfriend made him that he thought he’d lost. She is kind of psycho about that stuff, he had been looking for it for like two weeks”, he said while scribbling something on his notebook, “Already texted me thanks”.
Stan nodded and kept trying to get the tune that he wanted.
For about ten minutes the only sound in the room was the slow and lazy tune of the guitar, and Kyle's occasional typing on the laptop during the moments when Stan stopped playing.
In between, Stan would stop to check his phone, and steal glances at Kyle. The redhead hadn't taken his eyes out of the work since they had arrived. He was annoyed about something, had been since dinner. Stan had been waiting for him to say something, but Kyle wasn't giving and Stan wanted them to continue with their weekend.
He lightly nudged at the chair with his foot. Kyle looked annoyed for a second when the movement made him messed what he was writing, yet he didn’t look back at Stan and just kept writing.
Stan chuckled at the stubborn attitude and began to continue to kick at his chair, a little harder each time.
"C’mon, what is it?"
Kyle scoffed and turned over his shoulder. "What's what?", he asked, annoyed, before turning his attention back to the pen and his notes again.
"You're mad”, Stan said with a soft smirk.
The pen stopped its incessant scribbling for a second but quickly got back to it.
"I'm not mad", Kyle stated without looking up.
Stan sighed a small chuckle, he had been waiting for this weekend for months, and Kyle’s stubbornness wasn’t going to be enough to spoil his mood.
He playfully kicked at the chair again, and again, and again, each time more incessant and with less wait in between, as he amusingly looked at how the other was trying to keep on writing with a straight face as if nothing was happening.
“Tell me why you are mad”, he insisted, the sight in front of him making him smile.
Stan could tell that Kyle wanted to repeat that he wasn't mad, but they knew each other well enough to know that Kyle knew Stan would know he was lying, and that Stan knew Kyle knew he was lying.
Stan stopped the kicking and sighed.
"You were all perky and happy when I came this afternoon, showed me around the place a little, and then at some point during dinner you got mad", Stan listed, and before Kyle could say something he added "and it was before that message from your dad", he pointed out, head nodding towards the laptop and papers on the desk.
Kyle pursed his lips, he was no longer focusing on the working task, but he wasn’t making eye contact with Stan either, and whatever he had been about to say was gone for the moment.
Forearms hanging from his guitar and jokes aside, Stan shrugged with his palms, "C’mon man, we got the whole weekend to ourselves, is this really how you want to spend it?"
Leaning on his elbow on the desk, Kyle brought his fingers to his forehead, scratching it absently. His gaze was directed downward, and his demeanor was no longer one of annoyance but of slight concern.
"I guess I just thought it'd be different…" Kyle said, and the tone of his voice told Stan this was something that meant a lot to him.
Stan sat straight on the bed, guitar still on his lap but mentally forgotten.
"What'd be different?" he asked, and it was what Kyle said next that landed fear in him.
"Us"
Chest tightening, not expecting this was the turn the conversation was going to take when he had first asked, Stan struggled to find his voice to ask "What do you mean?".
Kyle turned on his seat so they’d face each other.
"That we are not in South Park, like- people don’t know us here..,” he began to explain, catching Stan’s eyes whenever he looked up, and he thought for a second about how to proceed before he sighed while shrugging “I don’t know, I thought we'd… behave… differently"
“Different than what?” Stan asked almost immediately after.
Making a small exasperated gesture with his palms, Kyle breathed "It's like we are always the same", and at Stan’s still confused expression he added, gaze down and cheeks a light dust of pink, "I guess I just thought we'd be more…I don’t know, more relationship-y and less friendship-y…"
"We took turns sucking each other's dicks like three hours ago, what are you talking about?"
Kyle rolled his eyes, lifted up his hands and waved a clear ‘forget it’ gesture, and turned around towards the desk to get back at what he was doing.
Stan left his guitar on the floor by the foot of the bed and slid to the edge of the mattress, closer to Kyle. He kicked at the chair again, but this time with barely any force, not for that less insistent.
"C'mon, what’s that supposed to mean?" he asked, trying to cover up his sudden anxiousness by maintaining a still amicable tone.
Kyle exhaled sharply, dropping the pen forcefully against the desk, and turned around to face Stan, this time with more determination.
"Like we always act as friends! Never… boy friends”, Kyle expressed, loudly modulating the words with that vibrant tone that was so distinctive of him, and when Stan opened his mouth to say something, Kyle got ahead of him, “I don't know! I thought maybe we'd kiss on the street, or hold hands or some-"
“We kiss on the street” Stan interrupted, brow slightly furrowed in puzzlement.
And that was when Kyle’s fiery personality got going and he stood up, shaking both his head and index finger in a negative gesture, and then with that same finger up, stood in front of Stan and exclaimed, “We kissed once,” punctuating with his finger “Once, at the park, and the only person around was a sleeping hobo”
Stan snorted softly without meaning to, he knew that would only piss off Kyle more, but even if he still didn’t entirely get the issue, he understood enough to know that Kyle had no intentions of breaking up in mind.
“I don’t really get what you are trying to say, but dude,” Stan calmly said scratching the back of his neck, and wholeheartedly proposed "We can totally hold hands!"
"But we don't” Kyle insisted, adamant to make his point, “That’s what I’m saying” He exclaimed, now pacing back and forth in the small room, “You never hold my hand, you never send me corny or cheesy memes and all that crap either,” Kyle exclaimed, harshly gesturing to his phone on the table, “Or like-” he looked around the room, spotting is roommate’s bracelet on the other desk, “Or like stupid romantic gestures”, he said, shoulders slumping for a brief second until he remembered something and scoffed, turning to Stan “Like- Have you ever even noticed how we say ‘I love you’ to each other, Stan?” he asked, holding brief eye contact. “ ‘I love you, dude’ ” he mocked with a deep low voice, imitating a palm on the back gesture on some invisible person in front of him, “Like we are some pair of stoned losers getting high for the first time!”
Stan snorted, “Sorry” he quickly added when he saw Kyle’s eyes blaze. “Um… okay?”, he ventured, for lack of anything else to say. He wasn’t going to deny those things were untrue, but Kyle was leaving something out in his argument. "I get what you’re saying, but… like- we both act the same"
Kyle pursed his lips, caught in the veracity of Stan’s statement yet not surprised by it.
He walked over to his chair and slumped in it with a sigh. “I know” he admitted with his gaze down.
Stan smiled softly and slid closer on the mattress, he tapped slightly his knuckles on Kyle’s knee.
“Kyle…”, Stan gently said after a few seconds of silence “Do you really want to do those things, or do you want to do them because you think that’s what we should be doing?”
Kyle shifted in his seat, not so much as to wave away Stan’s hand, and gave a timid shrug.
“I don’t know” Kyle he admitted a little embarrassed, fumbling with fingers in between his legs and not making eye contact, “...both maybe”. He then threw his head back and sighed intensely, arms dropping by his sides, “I just feel like we wouldn’t even be having this conversation if I were a girl, you know? Like those things would just happen ”
Stan drew his lips inwards and moved them to the sides in thought. He had never stopped to think about those things, and the idea of having behaved with Wendy the same way that he did with Kyle would have more than gotten him, at the very least, a punch in the face that would have knocked his teeth out.
Yet behaving in that way with Kyle had never made him feel that something was off, but the contrary.
Stan chuckled softly, scratching his cheek with his free hand.
“Hmph…, you know it’s funny, ‘cause us being like this is what I actually like the most about us”, he said, looked up at Kyle until Kyle locked eyes with him, and then said with a gentle smile “And I don’t think it has to do with you being a boy or girl, but because it’s you”.
He saw a smile flicker on Kyle’s lips and, spreading the fingers of his hand over Kyle’s knee, barely grazing the beginning of his thigh, Stan continued, “I don't think there is anyone else with whom I’ll be able to be so comfortably myself as I am with you”
Kyle huffed out a light, pleased, scoff at that and the smile now remained on his face.
Hand now placed above Kyle’s knee, lightly caressing his thigh, Stan felt his dick start to wake up.
“You know…” he trailed off, hand moving up and squeezing Kyle’s inner thigh, “I love you, dude” Stan mocked with the same voice Kyle had imitated before.
“Oh, fuck you !” Kyle tsked embarrassed, pulling his leg away, shaking off Stan’s hand from him.
Stan laughed loudly, head thrown backward and both hands on his belly, “C’mon, it has its charm!”
“No, it doesn’t!” Kyle protested, trying to hide the fact that he had found it funny too.
Stan then slumped back on the bed, rising up on his elbows, and began kicking Kyle's chair with the same insistence and annoyance as before.
"And what are you doing now?" Kyle asked, exasperated, a hand over his face.
"Bothering you so you'd come here and make out with me", Stan said with the most alluring smirk he could muster.
Kyle rolled his eyes and scoffed loudly, but he got up from the chair and went over to the bed.
“You are the worst”, he said crawling on the bed next to him.
Stan smiled and hooked his fingers on the collar of Kyle’s shirt when he got closer enough to tug him closer and meet with a kiss.
The smile was still on their lips as the kiss turned open-mouthed, Kyle climbed on top of him and Stan slipped his hands under Kyle’s shirt, hugging him to his body.
Their kisses became fiercely fast, with both of them grabbing their neck and faces to deepen it. Stan was already all the way hard and brought Kyle’s body closer to his, grabbing him by the hips, to slowly grind their crotches together. Kyle slowed down his kisses though, a second later followed by his thrusts until he eventually pulled away.
“I like us too, you know?”, gaze down, Kyle dropped a bit to the side so half his body remained on top of Stan, and admitted under his breath while playing with the hem of one of Stan’s sleeves “… guess sometimes I worry we are too much friends to work as a couple”, he said and looked at Stan in the eyes, “I really don’t want you to do stuff obligated”
Stan huffed a soft smile, in no way he’d ever thought Kyle would force him to be someone else, “Don’t worry about it”, he said, incorporating on one elbow and gently flickering his finger on Kyle’s cheek in a playful manner, “Besides, I think maybe you’re right. I am too comfortable with how we used to be, you and I have been friends for so long, guess it’s a little hard sometimes to break that pattern”
“Ugh” Kyle exclaimed, dropping to Stan’s side, and covering his face with both hands “Jesus, I feel like such a girl for complaining about that. I almost ruined our weekend, I’m sorry”, he admitted, both annoyed and exasperated.
Stan chuckled, “Seriously, dude, it’s okay”
Then Stan incorporated and crawled over on the bed so he would be able to lay more comfortably on the bed over its entire length, Kyle following to do the same.
Kyle crept over Stan and began kissing his neck the way Stan licked it, sucking hard at the skin near the clavicle and the spot right below the ear.
Slowly they began to grind their hips together. Stan moaned softly and turned his head to the side to give him more access to his neck, and he found himself staring at the other side of the room. His mind slipping into thoughts about the other guy (and consequently all the new friends Kyle was making here), about how, although Stan had never admitted it out loud, he had been relieved when Kyle had told him the other was straight, and then the words were out of his mouth before he could realize.
“I worry too sometimes”
It was almost a whisper but Kyle’s face was close to his to hear him.
Kyle pulled away and Stan turned his face to look at him.
“About what?”, Kyle asked, staring intently at him, with a look of concern but, Stan could tell, not afraid for the relationship but about the fact of Stan being worried, and that warmed his heart.
It hadn’t been his intention to say it, but now that he had, Stan shrugged slowly and sighed, “About you being here”
Kyle tilted his head, “What, at college, you mean?” he asked, and Stan nodded.
There was a confused expression in Kyle’s features and he rolled off Stan, incorporated on his right elbow, cheek resting on his hand. “Why? I mean, I get not seeing each other every day, that fucking sucks, but worry?”
“Because, dude, you are in college” Stan sighed, both hands over his stomach “you are meeting new people, smart and interesting people,… hot people”
He absentmindedly squeezed his belly. Stan was aware he had gained a few pounds, too many beers and the lack of football to counteract their effect after finishing high school. Kyle had to have noticed it, (unlike him, Kyle had gotten even more handsome in the past few months) but one of the things Stan adored the most about him was that he was sure Kyle wouldn’t mind. Not yet at least.
“You do realize you are in college too, don’t you? Like- the same thing applies to you”
Stan didn’t think Kyle was unaware of what he was saying, but he didn’t want to spell it out.
“Yeah, but… I don’t know, I don’t think it’s the same”
“Stan…” Kyle said intently and waited until Stan met his eyes again, “I’ve found you attractive since we were thirteen, I still find you attractive” he said, making Stan smile and feel the relief wash over his shoulders. Then Kyle put a hand over one of his, slowly playing with his fingers “... and I’ll find you attractive even if you end up looking like your dad”
“Oh dude, GROSS !” Stan exclaimed, flinching and pulling his hand away.
Kyle punched him in the arm, “Fucking serves you right from that shit you pulled on me earlier, asshole!”
Then they were both laughing loudly, bodies feeling lighter and the room felt as if it were just theirs. And when their laughter began to die down, Kyle climbed on top of Stan again, and scoffed “Okay, enough of all of this” he said, waving the situation away.
The make-out resumed with more eagerness and passion, holding tighter onto each other, kicking their sneakers off -the sound of them falling over the bed ignored-, moaning and huffing softly as they rub their erections together.
They pulled away with breathing smiles and took off each their own shirt. Kyle’s collar was apparently a bit tight because he struggle to get his head out, and when he did his mop of hair stood out all messy and tangled.
Stan stared at him as he tussled his hair away from his eyes. Kyle had never liked the wildness of his hair, always adamant to cover it up with his hat when they were kids, and when he had become old enough to get away from his mother’s whims, tried to keep it short. But it seemed now with all his workload of studies and his sort of part-time job, his hair had stopped being a priority.
It wasn’t the wild afro of when they were kids, but his curls were long enough to make him stand out.
“I’ve always liked your hair”
“It’s a mess”, Kyle rebuked, blowing air out of his nose, crawling over to him so they could kiss again.
“Then it’s a very nice mess”, Stan said with a smirk as he tugged at one of the curls.
Kyle scoffed with a smile, “Shut up”, and pushed Stan back down on the bed.
The familiar rush of exhilaration spread through his chest as Kyle unfastened his belt with quick fingers and then threw it on the floor.
The eagerness to suck him off that made Kyle pull down his pants and underwear at the same time was something that always made Stan feel like the king of the world. He threw his head back and gasped when his cock sprung free, and then Kyle took him in his mouth and all coherent thought was lost.
“Yeah…yeah, like that” Stan panted, burying his fingers in Kyle’s curls and bucking his hips whenever Kyle swirled his tongue around his length while going down.
There was something about the way Kyle went down on him that Stan could never replicate, it wasn’t like Stan didn’t put the effort in it when he did, but rather that Kyle, like in almost every other aspect of his life, seemed to be in competition with himself to always do it better than the previous time.
It was difficult to not let himself get carried away by the pleasure of that engulfing wet heat and the suction -especially when it centered around the head-, but Stan had come here with something else in mind and he’d rather save his soundness for that.
“Wait- wait…” Stan struggled to say, voice feeling heavy, and very gently pushing Kyle’s head away from him, doing so almost felt like torture.
Kyle looked at him with a slightly furrowed brow of confusion as Stan laboriously pushed himself up on his elbows.
Stan looked at him entranced for a second; green eyes just a bit darker, red cheeks and swollen lips, before sliding his hand buried in his red hair up to his cheek, caressing it.
“I want us to make love tonight”, Stan muttered, heavy wanton in his voice
Kyle stared at him without blinking before choking with a snort, “What ?!”, he exclaimed loudly with a scoff.
A little confused, Stan backtracked over his words, drawing his hand back to his side, and shrugging deeply “I- I mean, I know we didn’t like- discussed it or anything, but I assumed that’s what you too wanted to do this weekend…”
Kyle passed a hand through his hair to keep it from falling over his eyes, “Yeah, no, but why did you have to say it like that?!”, he complained.
Stan puffed out his warm cheeks, “You said to act more like boyfriends!”
“That’s too much!”, Kyle exclaimed, getting redder by the second.
Stan tsked and looked to the side, embarrassed and self-conscious, and aware that what he had said was beyond sentimental and soppy, “...but, what if that’s how I really feel about it?”
Kyle bit his lips and said nothing, but both his ears and neck flushed a bright red.
A sort of awkward silence filled the room that made Stan more than aware that his semi-hard dick was the only one on display.
“So…” he ventured timidly, making brief eye contact, and shrugging as if it didn’t mean as much as it really did, “...you wanna?”
Kyle scoffed in disbelief, “Yeah, of course I want to” he said loudly, shaking his head as if Stan had just asked the most stupid question ever.
And next thing the redhead was standing up and taking his pants off. Underwear still on, he quickly walked over to the door to turn off the light, while Stan eagerly pull his pants and underwear all the way down, kicked them off the bed, and got under the covers.
Stan didn't make it in time to turn on the bedside light that Kyle was already crawling under the covers next to him on the single bed.
They tangled in each other’s arms, enjoying the touch of skin against skin as their legs intertwined and they both melted into a kiss.
Stan smiled against his lips and pulled away enough so he could see him, although, with only the light from outside coming from the window, he couldn’t see all his features clearly.
“So how do you want to-”
“You’re gonna top”, Kyle said without any hesitation before Stan could finish.
Stan blinked, “Me?”
“Yeah, you” Kyle repeated, furrowing his brow in confusion as if Stan had asked an obvious question, “You are the one with experience in that”
“Yeah, with girls !”
“Girl” Kyle corrected him.
“Thanks for that” Stan remarked, at what Kyle only shrugged in response. Stan shook his head ignoring it, “But that's all the more reason why I thought you'd like to be the one to do it”
Stan had been so convinced that Kyle was the one who was going to want to do it. The redhead had always been the most forward of the two, plus Stan had been certain that given that he had already fulfilled that “role” with Wendy, Kyle would like to be the one to know what that felt like.
“Yeah…no…” Kyle admitted, his face was down, but his suddenly nervous and shy tone of voice spoke louder than his words did, “I mean, I get what- why you’re saying it, but… I don’t know, I’d feel more comfortable if you…” he trailed off without finishing and Stan had never wanted to hug him so fucking badly. “Like- another time, sure, but for now I think it’d be better…” he trailed off again but then quickly cursed under his breath, palm softly slapping his forehead in scold, “Shit, I mean- unless you don’t want to-”
Stan cut him off with a kiss.
He gently held Kyle by the chin and didn’t pull away until he felt the other relax.
Stan wanted to slap himself for his stupidity, jumping from his long relationship with Wendy to the comfortable one with Kyle, he had sort of forgotten about the nervousness involved in having sex for the first time. Kyle was definitely looking forward to it, sure, but that didn't stop him from still feeling anxious, and being the one who had to do the deed added yet another layer of responsibility to the situation.
Once he felt Kyle’s breathing settle down, Stan pulled away just barely.
“Whatever you want. I’m more than happy to do it”, he admitted with almost a whisper in the sudden quietness of the room.
Kyle had always been the fierier of the two and the possibility of being the one to hold him and make him feel good really excited him.
Kyle pulled away only a few inches, shrinking into himself a bit, he was embarrassed and flustered, and Stan wished there was more light coming through so he could see him better.
“Lube’s on the drawer” he softly said.
Stan nodded and turned to the nightstand table, turned on the light to open the drawer, and look for it among all the other stuff that was in there, but he stopped when he realized all he found was the lube.
“Um… there are no condoms”
“I know, why would there be?” Kyle said matter of factly, and when Stan turned to look at him, he added “What? It’s not like either of us can get pregnant”.
“No, I know”, Stan stammered for a second, still baffled at Kyle’s behavior “It’s just you being you… like- there are other… stuff”
“I know, why do you think I made us take those tests last month?” Kyle reminded him, wiggling himself comfortably on the bed, and then said with a deadpan expression “Unless you cheated on me”
“What?! NO! ”
Kyle chuckled at Stan’s excessive reaction.
“Okay, then what would be the issue then?”
“Um, I guess” Stan started and a smile began to widen on his face as he realized what this meant, “... none”
“I mean,” Kyle gestured with his hand to the room’s door “there are some free ones outside the RA's door if you really want to, like- I wo-”
“No no!” Stan hurried to say before closing the drawer and turning on the bed to face Kyle.
“You could try to be a little less happy about it” Kyle joked and they both chuckled. “Turn off the light”
Stan hesitated for a second but then did as he was told, and then stood still for a few seconds, bottle of lube in his hand, not really sure how he should proceed.
“Um… I can prep myself if you want” Kyle ventured at Stan's lack of initiation, which made him snap out of it.
Stan shook his head “No, I’ll do it, I want to”
The light coming from outside was enough to see what he needed to do. Laying next to Kyle, propped on one elbow, Stan lubed up his finger and slipped his hand under the covers and in between Kyle’s spread legs, grazing his entrance in almost a caressing manner before pushing it inside.
He heard Kyle gasp, but as the finger didn’t find much resistance Stan buried it till its knuckle. Kyle grunted softly, moving his rear a little to adjust to the new intrusion.
Stan hesitated about if he should wait a little longer to continue, and almost as if he had read his mind, Kyle encouraged him “Go on, I’ve already done this”.
Stan nodded, and if it weren't for the fact that he was eager to continue, he would have dwelled on the image of what Kyle had just said a little longer.
Slowly he began to slide his finger in and out, applying just a bit of pressure when touching the inside walls with his pad.
“You can add another one already, I can take two just fine”, Kyle said and Stan turned his face to him, a little perplexed at Kyle’s casual tone. “What?” the redhead shrugged, although this time just a bit of self-consciousness slipped into his voice “I’ve been practicing”
“Really?” Stan chuckled without meaning to but Kyle didn’t seem to take offense.
“Yeah, you don’t?”
“Uh… no?”
Kyle scoffed, “Pff and you wanted me to top”
Stan bit the inside of his lip a little embarrassed at noticing how he hadn’t actually thought about the issue except on the broad scale of wanting to have sex. He could hide behind the fact that it was because his only previous partner had been a girl, so the issue of him having to do some previous work on himself had never even been considered, but the truth was that he hadn't been prepared at all.
Still, the horniness was stronger than his worry about his lack of knowledge, so the next words that came out of his mouth were “You think about me when you do it?”
“No, I actually think about the fatass” Kyle deadpanned, “Jeez, Stan, who else would I think about?!”
Stan chuckled, chest filling with pride.
“Stan” Kyle called for his attention, “Are you ever going to stick a second finger in?”
“Yeah, sorry”, he said, pulling his finger out so he could lube up the two.
Now with two fingers, Stan repeated the same process, this time leaning down so he could kiss Kyle while doing so. Not long after, Kyle began to buck his hips upwards and breathe just a bit louder to be considered moaning, and for the addition of a third finger, Stan felt confident enough to add it without asking.
Stan didn’t know if he should add another finger, what he did know was that his own erection was begging for some sort of relief and he wasn’t in a position to be able to stroke himself. And Kyle was apparently too distracted by the feeling of having fingers up his ass to consider Stan’s dick. So instinctively, he got half his body on top of Kyle, legs intertwined from one and the other, and began to rub his erection on Kyle’s hip at the same rhythm his fingers pushed inside.
Almost immediately, Kyle grabbed him by the neck, pulling him closer in an attempt to get all of Stan’s body on top of him, and as they were kissing and breathing into each other’s mouths, Kyle gave him a small and shaky nodding gesture.
Stan’s chest tightened with an exhilaration of anticipation that he couldn’t put into words as he pulled his fingers out and, climbing on top of Kyle and in between his legs, positioned himself on top of him.
“Grab that small cushion over the chair”, Kyle hurried to say, vaguely gesturing to the chair next to the bed.
Barely registering his actions, Stan turned on the light and stretched his arm to grab it, handed it to Kyle, who awkwardly put it under his butt.
Once settled, it was then Kyle who stretched his arm to turn off the light.
“No, wait” Stan hurried to say, and Kyle looked at him as he was about to reach the switch “Can we leave it on?” he suggested. “I’d prefer to see- uh” he cleared his throat, “see you”
Kyle stared at him for a second as his face turned such a deep bright red that Stan couldn't tell where his hair ended and his face began.
Flustered to the point of not being able to respond, Kyle returned to lie back on the bed and Stan took it as resolved and a cue to continue.
Stan reached for the lube again and, after putting some of it in his hand, used it on his penis, the liquid felt cold against the sensitive skin and he gave it a few strokes before positioning it against Kyle.
Kyle spread his legs wider and put both hands on Stan’s arms without gripping them. Looking down for better guidance, Stan rubbed the tip against Kyle’s hole for a few seconds before pushing it in.
He heard Kyle gasp and the hold on his arms tighten. Just to be sure, Stan looked up to him for any sort of cue on how to proceed, to which Kyle answered with a shaky nod of confirmation. And this time, when he pushed deeper he was able to marvel at the range of expressions that displayed on Kyle’s face, brows slightly furrowed in a mix of both pain and pleasure at the cock stretching him open, and mouth partly opened in a choked out moan.
Desperate for the need to be even closer, Stan tried to hug Kyle as best as the current position could allow him. Bringing his forearms with which he was holding himself up down, he scooched them a little closer to Kyle’s sides and made their chests almost touch. This action allowed him to fully bottom out, making him grunt deeply in wanton. Everything felt so fucking good and they had barely even started.
Stan gently rested his forehead against the right side of Kyle's face and rubbed his left thumb over that side of Kyle's cheek. “You okay?” he headily whispered against him.
Kyle gave him a weak nod, “Yeah”, he said in between breaths, hands still gripping tight onto Stan’s shoulders, “just give me a minute”
Stan smiled in a response that Kyle didn't see and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.
As he gave him time to adjust, Stan began planting little gentle kisses on his cheek, near his ear, and his forehead, watching Kyle’s lips and eyebrows quiver as he got used to the feeling. Stan slowly grazed his nose against his face in between kisses, while one of his hands buried in his curls to softly scratch his head.
Slowly, he felt Kyle’s body begin to relax under his, to sink more on the bed which, with the cushion under his ass, allowed for just a bit of further penetration. Yet this time Kyle didn’t seem to feel hurt by it, but on the contrary, he hummed as he slowly turned his face searching for Stan’s lips.
They kissed slow and lazy, tongues touching and licking in between small tender kisses. Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan’s neck to bring him even closer to him and that’s when Stan began to move.
Slowly at first, always searching Kyle’s face to make sure he was enjoying it.
“You feel so good”, marveled, Stan breathed next to his face and loved the expression of Kyle at that.
The comment seemed to wake up something in Kyle, who desperately brought his arms around Stan’s back, pulling at the hairs on the back of his neck with one of his hands, and pushed his ass forward to meet him, a leg wrapping around him for better access.
This in turn gave Stan more confidence in what he was doing and became a little more aggressive, pushing Kyle down further into the mattress with every thrust.
“Aah Stan, yeah… like that- yes” Kyle moaned in the sweetest way Stan had ever heard before and for just a flash of a second, he wished this would have been his very first time too.
“Say it again” Stan rasped as he thrusted.
In a more stable state of mind, Stan would probably feel embarrassed at the request, he had never asked for it -or needed it- before, but right now he needed it as much as a drowning man needed air. So when Kyle barely pulled his face away with a slight look of confusion, Stan hurriedly clarified “Say my name again”.
Kyle’s eyes opened just slightly more open and he desperately kissed him, smashing their lips together, before nuzzling his face in the crook of Stan’s neck and loudly breathed out his name with every moan.
Setting up a faster pace Stan noticed how Kyle was inadvertently trying to lead the rhythm, and right after came the realization that he wanted that.
“Let’s switch places”, Stan said in between pants.
“What?” Kyle asked in an equal manner.
“Get on top of me, I wanna see you” he hurried to say, and upon the desperation in his words and expression, Kyle nodded in understanding.
They quickly switched, a brief mess of limbs as they adjusted to the new position in the narrow bed. Stan lay on his back and a rush of thrill and even further arousal ran through his body as Kyle climbed on top of him, both legs on his sides.
He had thought Kyle would slowly ease himself into it, but the redhead didn’t waste a second and, after aligning himself with Stan’s cock, he sank into it with a dragged-out loud moan as he took him all in one go.
Kyle's legs quivered, pressing tight to Stan’s sides, and his fingers shakily gripped onto the upper part of Stan’s torso. His eyes were shut tight and he was breathing laboriously fast as he adjusted. His mop of hair a mess of curls falling into his eyes.
With his chest also heaving, Stan’s hands gently grabbed Kyle's wrists as if he wanted to keep him in that position forever. If could Stan would have engraved the sight in front of him in his mind's eye forever “You are a fucking wonder, dude”
Eyes still closed, Kyle slapped one of Stan’s hands away, “Don’t fucking dude me now, Stan”
Stan chuckled breathly “Sorry”
Moments later Kyle slowly began to move, setting a pace faster than the one with which they had begun before. Stan could see how every now and then Kyle would grimace in pain but that didn’t seem to be enough to stop him as he continued to ride him despite that.
“Fuck, yes!” Kyle screamed as he angled himself in a way the movement let him angle against his prostate.
Stan was thrusting his hips upwards to meet him, hands on both sides of Kyles's hips, eyes hypnotized by the way Kyle moved, going up and down, and slightly back and forth, at the same time he had begun stroking himself.
The dust of freckles on his shoulders, the dark red hairs of his pubis, the way his blush reached even the upper part of his chest, Kyle truly was the most beautiful person Stan had ever laid eyes on.
Stan’s toes began to curl and it was becoming harder and harder for him to contain his erratic movements, his cock aching in pleasure inside of Kyle.
“Fuck, Kyle, I’m gonna come” Stan roughly grunted, fingers gripping so tight on the other's hips to the point he was sure they would leave bruises on Kyle’s pale skin.
Grinding slightly forward as seated, Kyle shakily ordered “You can’t come before me, Stan” and Stan, even on the verge of climaxing, couldn’t help but pant a chuckle at his friend's bossiness even in this situation.
Yet the way Kyle looked was so irresistible that Stan was unable to obey his command and he came undone with a deep loud moan as a shattering orgasm shook him from head to toes, and head thrown back against the pillow, he violently shoot his load inside of Kyle.
Kyle came almost immediately after, the sight of Stan coming, the sensation of the ejaculation, and Stan still being hard inside of him, while he was rapidly stroking himself, turned on the perfect combination to throw him over the edge of ecstasy, his cum spurting mostly over Stan’s stomach.
In an almost jerky motion, Kyle slumped on top of Stan, dick slipping out of his ass and making them both grunt a little in a fuss. Cum spreading over both his stomachs now, but neither cared as, chests heaving, they lay catching their breath, holding onto each other.
Stan dropped one of his hands over Kyle’s back and absentmindedly began sliding it up and down, fingers lazily tracing over his spine.
They stayed in that same position without moving for more than a couple of minutes. Stan was looking up at the ceiling, his mind replaying the event in his head in an attempt to fully assimilate this major thing that had just happened between them.
This was the most precious and important relationship that he’d ever had and words would never be enough to express his feelings for Kyle.
Words would never be enough to describe what he felt about Kyle, yet he felt as if he didn’t say anything the feelings inside his chest would burst wide open, and then Kyle’s words came back to him.
“Kyle…” Stan softly said, still looking at the ceiling.
Kyle hummed in question next to him but his face was turned to the side, and when Stan didn’t continue, he shifted so he could turn to face him.
Stan then turned his face to his side, “I love you”
And this time there was no casualness, no joke, but words said straight from his heart, and the small smile Kyle gave him in return was the most beautiful Stan had ever seen.
“I love you too, Stan”
The very same words being said back at him spread a warmth in Stan's chest that he hadn't anticipated and, leaning closer to kiss him softly on the lips, he had to agree with what Kyle had said earlier, they should stop saying them in that other casual afterthought of a manner.
They kept laying on the bed, barely changing the position only to kiss, and when an hour later they got hungry for ice cream, they went for it holding hands all the way back and forth.