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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 18, 2011 14:08:51 GMT -5
The question made Stan choke a little, inhaling at the wrong moment, but he recovered with more grace and speed than last time, "Huh?" he cleared his throat and took a drink before looking across to the other. Kyle's face was red and he had the feeling that his own was, or at the very least his ears had warmed so they'd probably gone red. Unsurprising really given his embarrassment.
"Dude, I've had a girlfriend a lot, how am I gay?" And, well, he stood by that: he wasn't gay. At least, not gay as in fancied-a-lot-of-guys-gay, because there was only one guy he'd ever had an interest in-- and that guy was currently sitting across the table from him and questioning his sexuality. The ravenette then looked down at his nearly empty plate.
"I may have thought about a guy before," he said with deliberate casual aloofness, "But it's only ever been one guy, never anymore, so if anything I'm more..." he took the plunge by using a pun concerning his type of sexual interests, "Jew-sexual."
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Post by annanova on Apr 18, 2011 21:41:46 GMT -5
"Having a girlfriend doesn't mean anything," Kyle interrupted the other, before Stan had mentioned anything else. And he knew from experience that this was true. Bebe was nothing to him. Sure, he'd kiss her, she'd blow him, he'd suck her, but other than that it was nothing. Probably why he allowed her to fuck around. And he assumed it was the same with Stan. Not to say that he assumed Stan was gay until now, but he always knew that the other hadn't found anyone he really cared about. If he did he wouldn't stand for the way that Wendy talked to him or treated him.
Then he herd the rest of what the other had said. He expected to choke, but nothing came out. All shock had left his body, if Stan were to tell him he was really a gorilla the other wouldn't be bothered in the least.
"Jew-sexual?" He questioned, oddly calm and maybe even a bit seductive. It wasn't as if he was in his body, more like he was watching himself interact with Stan. Like a dream. Because he'd had this dream countless times, in each Stan had proclaimed his love in a different way. Once it was on a beach, another time they were at Kenny's party, but this was new. Just hanging out, so normally. "So... you like kosher dick?" The tone continued, if taking on a more emotionless or sarcastic tone. He wasn't sure what he was projecting at this point but he couldn't control his lips. Half of him was too happy to express words, the other part unbelieving of Stan. Thinking that it was all a sick joke.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 19, 2011 5:03:59 GMT -5
The other was acting beyond weird and Stan was getting a pretty bad feeling; he knew he should have kept his mouth shut, should have known that this would all be too weird for Kyle to handle, but well, it was too late now. What was done was done and he was just going to have to do something to bring the situation to a conclusion here and now before anymore damage was done. "Well, I don't know exactly," he said, tone coming out a little sharp when he sensed Kyle's sarcasm, his heart thumping painfully as his stomach dropped: surely the other seriously didn't think he was messing around, or was about to make fun of him for it? "I've not actually had any sort of dick before, so I don't know if I like it." On that note he got up, gathered their plates into his hands and took them into the kitchen.
It was weird to hear Kyle say such things so crassly, because the other had always cared more about the emotional side of sex than Stan had. At least, that was how it had always seemed. The ravenette sighed wearily, pausing in the doorway to the kitchen, "Just forget I said anything, alright?" he said, then actually going into the kitchen. Placing their dishes and cutlery into the sink he turned the hot tap on and ran a sink of water. Though he hated washing dishes he knew his mother would skin him alive if he left them in the sink overnight. Soon Stan was focusing on the dishes, trying to preoccupy himself with them so that he didn't let his mind linger on the situation with Kyle. He had no idea what to do aboutg it and didn't want to fuck up anymore than he seemingly had.
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Post by annanova on Apr 19, 2011 9:15:02 GMT -5
Kyle was a total slave to his emotions, though he was logical he struggled comprehending and expressing what he felt. Probably one of the reasons he had temper tantrums and fought so easily. And he was one step away from another.
"Forget you said anything?" Kyle snapped back from his seat at the table. "So I suppose we should just all go back to the way things were before this, hm? Oh, hi Stan, what's up? No! It's not that easy!" He blurted. The redhead sat there a while, simmering because he had no idea what was going on. Another one of his quirks. He couldn't decide if Stan was playing some huge joke because he'd noticed Kyle ogling him in the locker rooms or if he was telling the truth. Though he hopped for the later, even that didn't have a good outcome. He felt betrayed. That Stan would bring this up so soon to his departure. Bringing up another reason he didn't want to leave.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 19, 2011 9:20:37 GMT -5
When Stan finally had the balls to go back into the dining room he saw that Kyle was still sitting there, and still looked as pissed as he had assumed the other had been when he heard the tone of his voice when he had yelled at him; Kyle had always been the more outwardly emotional one of them and it was showing at that time again. Clearing his throat and swallowing against a sudden case of dry mouth and tight throat (please, God, don't let his astma kick in again, please!) he then sighed.
"Look, you have every right to be mad, Ok? I didn't know what to tell you so I wasn't ever going to tell you anything. I didn't intend to tell you, but, well, it's hard to keep things from you when you make allusions at me like that." Ok, he was babbling and truthfully had no idea what he as talking about, but he was sure that there was something in there that Kyle would understand. "If you're disgusted with me I'm sorry, and if you never want to see me again I guess that that would just be--"
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Post by annanova on Apr 19, 2011 22:33:57 GMT -5
"Just shut up." Kyle interrupted. "That kicked, lost puppy act got old in the eighth grade. I'm not going to give poor little Stan some pity. "Grow some balls, please."
That taken care of Kyle attempted to decipher what Stan was telling him. He knew his best friend better than anyone, but he still couldn't put together the words the other was telling him and form a decent sentence and idea. His anger made him deaf for part of Stan's argument, and he couldn't exactly tell if Stan was sorry he plaid him or sorry he was in love with him.
"Just shut up." He repeated before the other could say anything. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he picked up from Stan and sighed. "Just cut the shit and tell me straight out. What's going on. No more beating around the bush. Total honesty."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 20, 2011 1:14:04 GMT -5
Stan frowned somewhat at Kyle's manner, throat tight and chest painful. This wasn't going to end well, he just knew it. However, Kyle wouldn't let this go, he knew that for sure.
"I don't know what to tell you. I'm not gay as in I fancy guys, alright, because I don't. I've only ever really thought about one guy, and that guy is you." His thoat seemed to close up more and more with each word, his chest getting tighter. His heart was pounding and he braced himself for the impending freak-out that he was sure Kyle was going to have when he stopped talking.
"I've thought about you, Ok? More than I ever thought about Wendy or any other girl." Not to say that it had been happening for years and years, because it hadn't. At least, he ddin't think so. It was only about six months ago when he truly noticed it.
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Post by annanova on Apr 20, 2011 19:05:41 GMT -5
"Me?" Kyle squeaked after ages of intolerable silence. Stan was perfect in every way, at least in Kyle's mind, and the Jew couldn't understand why he'd chose somebody so... imperfect. After ages of his mother pointing out his flaws along with Cartman, Kyle's self confidence had wavered. Not to say that he didn't have any at all, the Jew knew he wasn't ugly. He just didn't seem to think he fitted in Stan's league.
"The only one?" He asked again. Something that was even better than hearing Stan liked him. He was flattered really. "More than Wendy?" Kyle was aware that he probably looked like a speechless moron, but he oculdn't form hsi words correctly. Stan had a way of melting his brain. "So... what now? Is this when you... like carry me off to frolic in the flowers?"
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 21, 2011 1:50:44 GMT -5
"You hate flowers," Stand responded automatically to the comment before he then blinked and stopped, "Wait, why aren't you freaking out on me?" As of yet all the other had done was repeat his sayings back to him and not much else. And, well, the frolic comment made it sound as though Kyle wouldn't object to Stan whisking him off somewhere for... something, along the lines he had only ever thought about before.
"Dude, are you, like, cool with this?" he asked, stunned. He wouldn't deny it: every time he had imagined telling Kyle, even if his fantasies, the other had always freaked out on him first. It was just what Kyle usually did and he wasn't prepared for the other to be so calm and collected about it. "'Cause, I mean, if you're mad then be mad, I won't stop you--"
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Post by annanova on Apr 21, 2011 12:01:02 GMT -5
Kyle let the words hang in the air, thinking them over. Did he want to be mad? It was all so confusing. But strangely the surprise went away and Kyle realized that he wasn't stunned at Stan's admission but rather the time he chose it.
"I guess I just always knew..." Kyle said quietly. He slid his long arms across the table and buried his head inside them. The hair that he'd worked so hard to straighten this morning had curled back to their natural corkscrews and outlined his face as he lifted an eye to look at Stan.
"I just thought about this so much, y'know? Thought about how I'd tell you, or you'd tell me." Kyle said, his voice just above a whisper. "Face it Stan, it's always been obvious that we were more than best friends. Shit, we practiced kissing with each other in fifth grade! That's not normal friendship. I'm just... it was always a thought you know? Like some strange dream that would never be a reality. Now that it is I have no idea what to do."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 21, 2011 12:28:19 GMT -5
"Huh..." Stan almost mirrored the other's action somewhat, but with one arm instead of both, "I guess when you put it that way it does seem kind of obvious, doesn't it?" They had always been close, and yeah, the kissing thing and sharing beds way past childhood when they stayed at one another's houses...
"I dunno what to do either, dude," it was one thing to admit it but it'd be a whole other thing to actually act upon it or whatever-- he couldn't keep Kyle a secret if something happened between them, and though he was sure their parents would be cool (after a time) he didn't know if they'd both be able to cope with the pressure, and--
And Kyle was leaving soon. Kyle was going to college soon, moving on without him. Chances were he'd find another boy and... the mere thought had his hands clenching atop the table and by his head from where he rested on his arm. "Well... It's good that you're not mad at me," he started weakly, smiling faintly, the smile then slipping some more because Kyle still looked so torn. "Dude... You always look best when you smile, you know?"
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Post by annanova on Apr 21, 2011 21:30:05 GMT -5
"When I smile?" This raised a glimmer of a grin on the redhead's face, as he lifted it and placed his chin on his arm to look at Stan. It was such a "Stan" thing to say. Romantic, sappy and placed perfectly in a conversation to make Kyle's stomach flip and his libido rush all at the same time. Suddenly, he wished he was better with words, to say something more sensitive that would blow Stan away but nothing could come to mind.
he glanced at the other's clenched fists and his smile dulled a bit. He could basically read Stan's mind. What would happen when Kyle left? he loved Stan, as a friend and he was sure that he'd grow to love him as something more, but the thought of loving him both ways was enough to make Kyle say 'fuck school' and just stay with Stan. After all, he was going to the best college in the state, starting off small to get used to living on his own before he went off to something bigger and better. Shit, he didn't even know if he wanted to leave the country or not. And there was no way Stan could. The best the boy could get was a local college scholarship through football.
"I wish I had the balls to tell you this earlier. We could have enjoyed --" Kyle shut up. Enjoyed what? Were they together? Were they even going to get together? Liking someone and going out with them were totally different. Kyle had no idea what Stan had in mind for their relationship, but he sure as hell knew that he wasnt going to be the first to propose it. "It would have been nice to know." He recovered. "Then maybe you could write some of the emo poetry for me."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 22, 2011 1:10:52 GMT -5
"I seriously think you have the hots for me being Emo--" Stan tried to tease to cover the uncomfortable blush that came to his face as he remembered being at the age wherein your first girlfriend was the one you were going to end up with, and then she had dropped him for Token. "Well, at least she gave me the early practice watching her leave me for Token, aye?" he tried to quip, but didn't linger on the matter long as he knew it bugged Kyle.
Knowing sooner might have been nicer, he reflected, but he wasn't even sure if now was a right time for them, let alone back when he had merely begun contemplating indepth thoughts about his best friend in intimate manners. "So..." he knew that Kyle, the King of Avoidance, wasn't going to answer him outright with what he wanted, so it seemed that Stan was going to have to lay himself (and his dignity) on the line once more and just pray that he didn't say anything wrong-- which was a very big possibility when he was involved, because even though Kyle was pretty speechless at that point he had always been the one who was better when it came to words.
"It may not be very long until you go..." yep, his face was definitely heating up and he was getting that phantom sick feeling in his stomach, "But, well if I feel a certain way, and you feel a certain way, then maybe there's no reason why we can't..." Sure, long-distance might be hard but surely they, out of any two people, could keep on like that together? They'd be seeing one another every break (Kyle promised) and holiday anyway, and they could call or email and... and he was getting ahead of himself again: Kyle hadn't even answered yet.
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Post by annanova on Apr 22, 2011 9:58:18 GMT -5
Kyle sighed. This was all so complicated. He knew he liked Stan and nothing else should matter but it did. He bit his lip and nodded as strongly as he could. They could try this. He wanted to and it was clear that Stan did as well so why complicate things? "Let's just try things tonight okay? Just see if maybe we can work out as," he let the words hang for a few moments as he calmed his own racing heart. "A couple. We are better together, as friends at least. I think we might work out. And anyway... I've kinda been dying for you to kiss me."
((sorry it's so short! I'm running late!))
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 22, 2011 12:31:42 GMT -5
[Np m'dear ^^]
"Really?" Stan couldn't help but perk a little at that; Wendy had never seemed all that fussed about kissing him, unless they were surrounded by friends, and even then she wanted a kiss on the cheek and no more. Kissing her had been always pretty bland, like kissing a family member in greeting, and he hadn't ever thought out of it-- except maybe there was something wrong with him. Swallowing slightly (and pretending that his hands weren't shaking somewhat) Stan then moved to Kyle. Cupping the redhead's cheeks he tilted his head up so they were looking into one another's eyes.
"D-Don't laugh if I'm not very good at this," Stan mumbled before pressing their lips together before he could bottle out.
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