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Yet another party.
Frankly, Stan didn't know why he kept going to them. Yes, he could drink as much as he wanted without his parents breathing down his neck. Yes, it was another opportunity to see Wendy.
Yes, Kyle was also going.
Kyle and Stan's relationship had been... strained, to put it lightly.
The last party they'd gone to involved Stan getting drunk and Kyle kissing him until they fell asleep together, which subsequently led to Stan sucking Kyle off.
Giving your friend a blow job was a lot harder to justify as "practice". So they just didn't justify it. They didn't talk about it. They just stood awkwardly close to each other and avoided being alone together for too long.
"This is kinda retarded. There's not even an occasion for a party." Stan grumbled on their walk to the bus stop.
"Apparently it's someone's birthday." Kyle had met up with him on the way.
They walked silently. Stan listened to the soft sound of the snow crunching beneath him. He liked that sound.
"Stan." Kyle said after a while.
"Kyle."
"Dude, promise me you won't drink as much as you did last time." Kyle practically begged.
Stan chuckled, "Promise me you'll drink more than you did last time."
"Stan, this isn't funny!" Kyle grabbed Stan's sleeve to stop him.
Stan hadn't even noticed Kyle stopped walking.
"You really worried me last time, man." Kyle looked at the ground.
"Kyle, I told you I was sorry for that." Stan glanced down at Kyle's gloved hand still gripping his sleeve.
"So promise me you won't do it again."
"I promise, " Stan sighed, "On the condition that you drink more."
"What?"
"We'll drink the exact same amount for the whole night. That way, I can't get too drunk and you can't get too uptight."
"Fine." Kyle grumbled as he let go of Stan's sleeve and started walking again.
"Plus, we'll have to stay nearby to make sure we're drinking the same amount." Stan smiled at his idea. Kyle hated how cute he found it.
"Jesus, how far away is Tolkien's house?" Kyle complained after 10 minutes on the bus.
"Chill, dude. We're probably almost there." Stan half-heartedly patted Kyle's shoulder.
Finally, the bus screeched to a halt and the boys hopped off.
"I'm surprised it's not behind a gate, right?" Stan joked as they walked up the steps to Tolkien's front door.
"Dude, this house is massive!" Kyle was in awe when he pushed the door open and saw how tall the ceilings were.
"You're telling me!"
They walked around for a bit, trying to find their friends in the gigantic house (not before Stan made Kyle crack into his first beer).
"There they are!" Cartman shouted when they walked up the stairs.
"No hickeys. Five bucks, doughboy!" Kenny demanded as Stan and Kyle sat down among their friends.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kyle's sharp tone was indicative of him not being nearly drunk enough yet.
"Cartman bet Kenny five dollars that one of you would have hickeys." Wendy said. Stan didn't look at her when she talked.
"Why would we?" Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Kyle, you finished?" Stan leaned over to his best friend.
"Finished-? Stan! You downed that one already?!" Kyle lightly punched him.
"Well, yeah. Lemme know when you're done so we can grab more."
"Dude, slow down!"
"Aw, look at them!" Cartman pretended to fawn over them.
"Shut up, fatass!!" Stan and Kyle shouted in unison.
"That's adooooorable."
"Stan, go get us something stronger." Kyle crushed his empty can in his fist after downing the last of it.
Stan wandered the house for a while, searching for the kitchen.
"Oh- hey Stan."
Tolkien had bumped into him.
"Sorry dude." Stan patted Tolkien's arm and began walking again. Or, he tried to.
"Hey!" Stan turned around slowly, "No hard feelings?"
"Wha...?" Stan scrunched his nose, "Yeah, no hard feelings, dude. Where's the kitchen at?"
When Stan returned upstairs to the... media room (?) he was immediately not excited about what Kyle was talking about with their friends.
"We've never kissed! Nothing of the sort! Now, Cartman, spin!" Kyle crossed his arms.
Stan sat down next to him. They'd formed a circle on the floor while he was gone.
"Here, dude." Stan handed his friend a deep red drink.
"What is this?" Kyle studied it.
"Monster and vodka." Stan took a concerningly large gulp of his own glass.
"Oh... thanks, man."
Cartman spun the bottle in the middle of the circle and it stopped squarely on Wendy.
"Dare, hoe." He tried to make something adjacent to a gang sign but it looked really gay when he did it.
"I dare you to unzip Clyde's pants without breaking eye contact." Wendy giggled.
Kyle actually smiled.
Cartman tried to fulfill his dare, but Clyde burst out laughing and then so did he, and nothing got anywhere.
"Okay, Wendy, spin." Bebe said.
So Wendy spun the bottle.
And the bottle stopped on Stan.
"Truth." Wendy avoided his eyes.
"Uh, okay..." Stan wracked his brain for the most appropriate question for her. "Ever kissed a girl?"
"Of course I have."
Damn, she didn't even miss a beat. Stan guessed that girls kissing other girls wasn't that big of a deal. Sweet.
Stan spun the bottle without being told to.
"Oh, fuck."
Kenny grinned.
"Dare, do your worst." Stan smiled cockily.
"I dare you to give Kyle a hickey." Kenny said immediately.
"What!? No way!"
"Yeah, I'm not doing that!"
Stan and Kyle both protested.
"You gotta. Good and high on his neck, too." Kenny reiterated.
"Gross, dude!" Stan groaned, glancing at Kyle's neck.
"Just do it, Stan!" Wendy cheered.
"...get it over with." Kyle scooted closer to Stan.
Fuck.
Stan leaned over and warily licked a spot on Kyle's neck.
"Higher, his jacket will cover that!" Kenny demanded.
Stan dragged his tongue up and, with a hum of approval, latched onto Kyle's skin.
"Hng!" Kyle squeaked when Stan bit him.
Stan wanted to be as gentle as possible, but he also didn't want this to take too long.
He sucked hard on Kyle's soft flesh, softly biting it while he worked a bruise into the embarrassingly exposed spot.
"Stan-" Kyle whimpered and put his hands on his friends shoulders.
Stan hadn't realized that his eyes had closed or that he'd definitely fulfilled his dare by then.
He pulled off of Kyle's neck with a suggestive pop.
"Oh my god!!" Everyone burst into fits of laughter and hooting.
Stan had left a sizable, reddening bruise on Kyle's neck.
"Ow, dude..." Kyle rubbed the tender flesh.
"Sorry...!" Stan tried to pat his friend's shoulder, but Kyle lazily swatted his hand away.
"I'll go get you some more." Kyle stood up, taking Stan's empty glass with him to the kitchen.
"Fuck you, Kenny!" Stan shouted.
"You're the one who got that into it!" Kenny laughed through tears.
"Stan, what kind of practice do you have?" Cartman added on.
Practice.
"Do that to me, next!" Bebe chimed in.
By their fifth or sixth drinks that night, Stan and Kyle had lost most of their self-control.
Stan was getting increasingly touchy and Kyle was getting angrier at Cartman.
"Kaaahl, now that you and Stan are drunk, are you gonna go home and fu-"
"Shut the fuck up, fatass!" Kyle shouted.
"Wwwwe aren't... urg..." Stan tried to argue as well but he was getting sleepy leaning on Kyle's side.
"Why are you so defensive? If you weren't actually gay this wouldn't bother you so much!" Cartman sneered.
"I'm not gay! Stan isn't gay! And we aren't gay together!" Kyle's voice was raising and his cheeks were heating up.
"Maybe you're not, but Stan is definitely gay."
"Stan is not gay." Kyle balled his fists.
"He's gay for suuuure, Kahl. He was so excited to give you a hickey."
"Kenny made him do that!"
"But Stan was too enthusiastic!"
"Stan's been in love with one girl for, like, 9 years! He isn't gay!" Kyle realized he'd stood up.
"It's a front!"
"Stan's not that smart!"
"Kyle..." Stan looked up at him from the couch.
"Look, faggot. Nobody will judge you if you just take Stan home right now and fuck his brains out."
"Shut up, Cartman!"
Kyle lunged at him.
He was punching the fat boy in his tubby gut when he was wrenched away by two other boys.
"Kyle!" Stan shouted at him, but Kyle wasn't hearing anything just then.
He just gripped Stan's sleeve and dragged him away, down the stairs and into the basement, where he found a storage closet and shoved Stan into it.
"Hey- Kyle! Ow!" Stan groaned as his back hit a shelf, "What the fuck is your- Mm!"
Kyle had slammed the door and was now kissing Stan hard. He worked his friend's mouth open to feel around with his tongue.
"Mn... Kyle..." Stan breathed into the taller boy's mouth as his hands gripped the back of his shirt.
Kyle pulled away from Stan, a string of saliva falling between the two. It should've been gross but it was so stupidly hot.
Payback.
Kyle leaned down and pulled Stan's shirt out of the way.
"Kyle- ow!" Stan whimpered when Kyle bit down on his neck. His friend pulled off his hat, running fingers through thick black hair as he sucked hard on his flesh. He ground his hips into Stan's, eliciting more moans and whimpers.
Kyle did this a few more times, decorating Stan's neck with bruises and bite marks until he just wanted to kiss him again.
Kyle was... rough. Not to say Stan didn't enjoy it, but in his sensitive drunken state, he was worried he'd be too loud. They weren't in the privacy of a home, alone together. Someone could come down and hear them.
"Christ, Kyle. Ow..."
It seemed Kyle knew this, and he took it as an opportunity to shut Stan up.
Stan grunted when he was forced to his knees.
It was safe to stay Stan knew the drill by then, and he had gotten better at it too.
He licked a wet stripe up Kyle's aching cock before sucking the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and bobbing his head down.
"Hng-! Stan..." Kyle petted his friend's hair.
Stan used his tongue in almost expert ways, ones that made Kyle's grip on his hair tighten and his lips loose.
"When did you- ah- get so good at this?" Rhetorical question, but the look Stan gave him could've answered on its own.
He'd sucked Kyle off like 4 times.
"Good boy... you're so good at this..." Kyle had also learned through these experiments that Stan really liked it when Kyle was nice to him like that.
Stan had worked Kyle's cock fully hard with his mouth.
"Waitwaitwaitwait-" Kyle slurred. He pulled Stan up to his feet and fumbled with his jeans until their cocks could rub against one another.
"Oh, god- hng..." Stan buried his face in Kyle's shoulder when his friend began to roughly jerk them both off. He wrapped his arms around Kyle's neck while tears pricked at his eyes.
"Stan, look at me." Kyle said softly.
Stan did as he was told, loosening his arms around him and resting his forehead against Kyle's.
Kyle moved Stan's head a little with his nose before kissing him. It was hot and wet and matched the dirty tone of what Kyle's hand was doing to them right then.
"Hg- ah! Kyle... fuck, Kyle..." Stan was moaning directly into his super best friend's mouth. "Fuck- hng- Kyle-! M'gonnacum- gonna- gonnacumkyle-"
Kyle swallowed up what would have been an embarrassingly loud moan with his lips, keeping Stan at least a little quiet as they both came.
Stan panted into Kyle's shoulder for a while, trying to regain strength in his legs. In the meantime, Kyle was supporting all of what felt like 100 pounds of Stan, and for a moment he was glad the guy was so damn scrawny.
"Dude, I..." Kyle tried to figure out what he could possibly say. "We should leave. Go home."
"Yeah..." Stan sighed, zipping his jeans up.
Kyle felt around for tissues to clean him and Stan up.
"They went this way, right?"
Shit.
Shit!
That sounded like Wendy.
"I thought they did." Tolkien, too?!
Kyle shoved his hand over Stan's mouth, keeping him totally quiet. Stan wrapped his fingers around Kyle's wrist.
"Bebe said she thought she heard someone in the upstairs bathroom." Wendy suggested.
"But they went down here..." Tolkien's voice was moving in circles.
"Look!" Wendy's voice moved farther away, "This window is open. They probably just left."
"Yeah, okay. Let's hope you're right." Tolkien agreed and footsteps trailed off.
Kyle slowly opened the closet door.
"Alright, Stan. Let's get out of here."
They found out that night that Kyle handled his alcohol remarkably well.
They also found out that the community pool showers were unlocked at nighttime.