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Five times Stan kissed Kyle for the first time.
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“Just because you don't have a super best friend,” Stan says, pointing at Cartman, slurring his words. “Don't rain on our fucking parade.”
“Yeah,” Kyle says, and he actually leans closer to Stan. They must be really drunk; usually they jump apart and start stammering excuses when someone teases them for their tendency to gravitate together.
“What does that mean exactly?” Kenny asks. “Super best friends?” It's a term they've used to describe their relationship for years.
“It's a me and Kyle thing,” Stan says with a wave of his hand, his other arm sliding around Kyle's shoulders. “You wouldn't understand.”
“Oh, God,” Cartman says. “They're already fucking.”
“We are not!” Kyle says, the blush finally arriving on his cheeks.
“That's almost sad,” Cartman says. “Both of you fags want it so fucking badly, why the hell have you held off until now?”
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“Kiss him. Just try it. If you hate it, fine. But you should at least give it a try.”“No way, dude!” Kyle says. “I'm not letting Cartman watch us – kiss!”
“I'm not looking!” Cartman shouts, his hands still over his face. “I don't want to see that shit!”
“I do,” Kenny says, grinning. Stan is just staring at him, open-mouthed, looking adorably confused. “Come on. Try it.”
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“You are not,” Kenny says, laughing. “You know who you should call? Butters.” Watching Stan and Kyle make out is making Kenny want to see his crush of the moment. He never could have predicted falling for sweet, innocent little Butters, but it happened, and he's embarrassed about it, but that doesn't change the fact that he wants to tenderly instruct Butters in the finer points of sex.“Butters, yeah,” Cartman says, chuckling. “We should get fucking Butters drunk.”
“Oh, dude,” Kenny says, grinning. “That would be hilarious.”
“Totally. Okay, I'm calling him. Stan, Kyle – keep being the gayest fucking gaywads in the history of gay sex, mmkay?”
Stan and Kyle don't look up, just keep kissing, their breathing getting so hard that Kenny's beginning to wonder if they're about to blow their loads in their pants. He tries to check their laps for erections but can't see anything with Kyle moving his hips like that.
“God, I love you,” Stan says, petting Kyle when he arches to get a better angle for rubbing himself on Stan. “Ky – Kyle, you're perfect, you're the best person in the world.”
Kyle laughs. “I'm so drunk,” he says before leaning in to kiss Stan again. “But I – I've loved you since we were kids. The first time I beat off, I thought about you –”
“Oh, fuck,” Stan says, whispering, his hands kneading Kyle's ass. “Me, too.”
“Keep the gay sex sounds to a minimum while I'm on the phone,” Cartman shouts. “Though, actually, it's Butters, so that might be an incentive – Heyyyy, Butters, it's Eric!”
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Read till 3
He's been scared of trying this, even on his own in bed, but if there's anyone in the world that he trusts not to hurt him, it's Stan. Ironic, because Stan is the one who crushes him on a daily basis, every time Wendy's name comes up. But that's unintentional“Then why? Kyle, please, God. I don't – I hate it when you cry.” “You do?” This is crushing, because Stan is the only person Kyle has ever allowed himself to cry in front of, even when they were very young.