|
Post by annanova on Apr 22, 2011 21:58:16 GMT -5
Kyle's heart ended up in his throat as the other put his hands on his face. He hadn't been this close to Stan in ages. He missed his warm hands and the musky smell of cinnamon and something that Kyle could never identify. It mystified him, and made him long to get closer and stay there forever.
Stan mumbled something that Kyle couldn't hear over the rush of his own heartbeat. It didn't matter, he could feel the other's breath against his lips. They were so close and Kyle had to hold himself back from either running away or forcing their lips together as hard as he could.
Suddenly emptiness was replaced with Stan and Kyle froze, waiting for the sparks. For fireworks, for music, any of the characteristic telltale signs of a good kiss. But nothing came. it was more awkward then anything. Frustrated, he opened his eyes, put a hand on the back of Stan's head, fingers twining into his hair, and tried to get him to put a bit more passion into it.
|
|
|
Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 23, 2011 3:19:48 GMT -5
Slow was obviously not how Kyle wanted this to go, Kyle thought to himself as he felt the other's lips tentatively open underneath his own, his own mouth seeming to copy the action of their own accord... and then their tongues were touching and he could taste spice and pop and something that was pure Kyle.
The kiss was wet, still a little awkward but growing less so with each passing moment. One of Stan's hands grasped at the table to keep balanced considering that he was leaning over Kyle, the other's positioning causing him to lean forward further still, his other hand settling on Kyle's side.
When they broke apart for breath he was breathing harder than if he'd run to the school and back without stopping, throat convulsing as he swallowed, licking his lips and tasting Kyle there powerfully, said redhead looking back at him. Though Kyle seemed flushed he was more composed than Stan and he had no idea what that meant. "So, uh, how-- how was it?"
|
|
|
Post by annanova on Apr 23, 2011 16:15:18 GMT -5
"Weird." Kyle mused, still in a daze from Stan's kiss. It left them both breathless, and Kyle a little dizzy. It was just as he'd imagined it. The start was a little rough, but at the end it left Kyle aching to feel more of Stan's harsh lips against his body.
"A-A good weird." He added quickly when he noticed that the other's face had fallen. "Like... I kinda knew what it would be like because... well, dude, you taught me how to kiss. But you picked up a shit load of good tips." He laughed and his face burned bright red.
His hands were still entangled in Stan's hair, and brought them out slowly, letting them trace the main contours of Stan's face as he shamelessly ogled him. Stan was handsome, this much was a fact. "You're going to hate me for saying, Stan, but uh... I'm glad you kept your baby-face. Reminds me of everything. I mean, you got taller, but your face never changed. I like that. Makes me remember who you are. Not to say that you changed... but I dunno. I like remembering when I was the only one in your life. When your dad used to try to make you find other friends so people wouldn't think we were like... like making out." He sighed. "I'm having word vomit. Ignore me."
|
|
|
Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 24, 2011 1:49:13 GMT -5
"You're right, I do hate you for saying that," Stan quirked a small smile, chuckling; everyone knew that his face remaining child-like was something that got on his nerves sometimes because people kept the focal point on it as the reason for lingering immaturity.
"Well, yeah, but lets face it--" he grimaced and rolled his eyes slightly, still feeling Kyle's hands cupping his face as his gently flexed over the redhead's sidde, "My dad's not exactly the straightest bloke in the world, is he?" Neither was Kyle's dad come to think of it.
"So, um, this isn't going to make it awkward between us?" He didn't know exactly what this made between them but it was something he had to admit he was both terrified and thrilled at the prospect of exploring further. "And..." he bit his bottom lip slightly, the end of his nose brushing Kyle's as he leant down a little more, "Um, can I kiss you? Again?" God, if only Wendy, Bebe, Cartman and Kenny could see them now. Cartman would maintain he'd known all along, Kenny probably wouldn't care and Wendy would be so self-righteous. He didn't actually know how Bebe would act. If she had any sense she'd be at least a little pissed off though.
|
|
|
Post by annanova on Apr 24, 2011 15:39:12 GMT -5
"Um..." Kyle stammered a second, and nodded his head. Their foreheads collided slightly and Kyle could have killed himself then. It wasn't like it hurt, but it was a klutzy move and he was humiliated for doing it. God, why did Stan have to melt his brian this way?
"I... uh, I mean yes." He confirmed, trying not to let that ruin anything else. Hopefully he would have given stan some kind of trauma that made him temporarily loose memory of that. But then again, Kyle wasn't too lucky.
THis time the redhead leaned in, pressing his lips softly against Stan's as his hands moved under the other's jaw, pulling him close and not letting him go. He never kissed Bebe like this, and part of the terrifying experience was that Kyle couldn't recognize himself. He wasn't normally this recessive, but with Stan he was gentle and let the other take the lead.
|
|
|
Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 25, 2011 1:04:19 GMT -5
Eventually, through lack of breath and also because he was reacting to the kiss in some other region of his body that even he wasn't sure Kyle would be impressed over, Stan pulled back somewhat. His breathing was quite laboured, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded.
Kyle was soft, but not like Bebe had been soft. He was so undeniably male, but that quiet inner-strength he'd always known the other possessed came to a forefront there when they were kissing, especially in the way Kyle held him back.
"D-Do you wanna take this upstairs?" realising what that could sound like he was expecting Stan went bright red in the cheeks and stammered, "I mean, you know, to just watch TV or something..." when Kyle agreed and headed up (giving Stan respite to recover his dignity) the ravenette made sure the front and back doors were locked for the night, turned all the downstairs lights off and followed.
|
|
|
Post by annanova on Apr 25, 2011 17:34:12 GMT -5
"U-Up stairs?" Kyle sputtered, then Stan cleared up what he meant by the statement and the redhead relaxed a bit. There was no way he was comfortably going into a sexual relationship with Stan this early. He'd never really talked much to his friend about that side of his life (being attracted to him made it all a bit awkward, and if Stan decided to describe any parts of it Kyle wasn't sure how he'd describe his sudden boner) so he was really relying on rumors, which of course stated that the jock had all the sexual gratification he could want and more.
Kyle let otu a small laugh and walked up the stairs, going into Stan's room. They'd left the television on, which he had to admit he was grateful for. Stan's house was still a bit unfamiliar and their recent horror movie didn't exactly put Kyle's anxiety to rest. "Stan?" He asked when the othe came up, his lips still fresh with the taste of the other's. "I..." He started, trying to word his feelings. He sat on the bed, his hand again wondering to Stan's cheek. "Where does this... y'know? Put us?"
|
|
|
Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 26, 2011 1:52:46 GMT -5
Feeling the finely formed hand resting against his cheek (softer than his own but that was probably only because his hands were calloused from all the football he had been playing over the years) Stan closed his eyes momentarily and enjoyed the touch. When the question permeated his sense of contentment though he couldn't help a heavy sigh; hadn't he just been contemplating this and gone nowhere? However, it may help them both if they talked about it somewhat, right? "Well, Ky, I think, um..." he huffed at himself, cursing his lack of speech eloquence.
"If we got together... I wouldn't want to keep it a secret." And he truly meant that; regardless of how people might react he didn't want to cheapen whatever was between them by having it a secret. "And, well, you're going away soon... You might find someone else you like..." and didn't that thought just feel like a proverbial kick in the nads for him? The thought of another guy near Kyle with romantic intent was enough to make Stan want to grind his teeth and throw a fit.
|
|
|
Post by annanova on Apr 26, 2011 15:00:49 GMT -5
Kyle frowned. The situation just looked dismal from Stan's point of view. Kyle could read it on his face; Stan didn't think any of this would work between them. And Kyle wasn't exactly sure if it would either. THe only thing he was positive of was that he loved Stan, and that no one in the world would ever replace him, and something told Kyle that that was what he was most worried about.
"Look," Kyle ached to kiss the other, but he held back. He still wasn't quite sure about where they stood in their relationship and he didn't want to push Stan away by any means. Instead he hugged the other tightly. "Look," he repeated, searching for words. "I love you Stan. I-I can't promise anything. It's too early. Shit, we could be colossal in a relationship. But I love you, and no one could ever replace you. You're my best friend, and no matter what, you always will be. Like you said, we can write and we can call or Skype or I'll fly over every weekend if I need to. Even if we don't end up as the words newest Romeo and Juliet, we'll still be Romeo and Mercutio."
He pulled back and as if that would set his words in stone. "So we don't have to worry about that. I guess the real and only important question is wether you want to... y'know..."
|
|
|
Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 27, 2011 3:03:49 GMT -5
"Ky..." Stan reflected that it felt very nice to be in the other's arms, but then it always had. Exhaling a soft breath he chuckled a little bit at Kyle's comparison references and considering the truth in the other's words. Even if things between them in a relationship capacity didn't work then at least they could say they had tried, and they would still be best friends at the end of the day, right? "I want to try, Ky," how could he not, when it was his most favourite person in the world involved? "But we have to promise: friends no matter what happens, Ok?" Dude... they were so gay, weren't they?
When the other agreed Stan finally felt a weight lifted off his shoulders and he smiled; they could deal with the possibility of telling their parents and friends etc. later, because they couldn't do with letting this drag on. Wendy would forever think he'd go back to her, try it on with him if she didn't know, and he really wanted Bebe to know that she was to take a hike from Kyle for good. At least the redhead wouldn't have to worry about Stan cheating on him or anything like that-- he'd never do that anyway, but especially not to Kyle. A soft kiss was brushed over Kyle's lips, the whole situation still so new and a little unnerving and major but so damn brilliant at the same time.
|
|
|
Post by annanova on Apr 27, 2011 6:09:26 GMT -5
Kyle almost jumped back at the kiss; it was something he'd have to get used to. That they were allowed to do that now, and that Stan was the one bringing it on. "I don't want to tell our parents yet." He said with a small voice. "It's too soon... and anyway, that's gonna be fucking terrifying."
|
|
|
Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 27, 2011 6:17:04 GMT -5
"I guess we can wait..." They'd need an adjustment period themselves, though he was going to put his foot down in Kyle was intending the secrecy period for ages. It was like Kenny had always said: "If you really wanted to be with someone, then why keep it secret?" Of course, Kenny had died and ressurected from so many STD's from so many partners his words didn't hold much credit, but still...
|
|
|
Post by annanova on Apr 27, 2011 16:32:00 GMT -5
"I know what you're thinking." Kyle said, his voice still quiet. "You're thinking of what Kenny said. I know you. How he always says that it's worthless trying to hide who you like. And I guess it is, it's just that this is going to be a little weird for both of us. I think we should try to sort through things before anyone else does. You know... People have a habit of setting a relationship up for others. I don't want that, not yet. And we'll be the talk of the town if we do come out... if we decide that that is what we want, I mean."
He sat there a while longer in the silence, not sure of what to say. It was the same old Stan. THe one he came to, sobbing when he learned Ike was adopted, the one came to when he didn't make the years cuts on the basketball team in middle school, and even the one person he came to today, put out because he'd be leaving so soon. But he couldn't think of a single thing to say now when it came to them finally being together.
"Um..." He hesitated a few seconds, then leaned in, ust about kissing Stan before nervously stopping his movements. "I think you should kiss me again." He said almost breathlessly. "I really, really love it."
|
|
|
Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 28, 2011 1:06:03 GMT -5
Blinking rapidly a few times (even after all these years it stunned him how Kyle seemed to just be able to read his mind, but the kissing on top of that meant his mind was well and truly fucked) to let himself catch up Stan then quirked a small smile, "It is Ok for you to kiss me too, you know?" he pointed out with mild teasing -since Kyle could sometimes get sensitive if he thought you were insulting him, even if you weren't- before then nervously leaning in and melding their lips together firmly once more.
It was strange, but better than Wendy kissing him had ever been, and Stan wondered whether it would be appropriare to make such comments: he wasn't deliberately trying to compare Kyle and his ex, but since she was essentially his only dating experience it was hard. Slowly, gradually (and once again thanking God that he had outgrown his throwing-up-at-intimate-moments-thing) Stan managed to coax Kyle into opening his mouth and he curiously let his tongue slip into the depth of Kyle's mouth to taste him properly. He tasted spicy, like their food had been, but there was something under the spice that Stan would swear had to be pure Kyle.
|
|
|
Post by annanova on Apr 28, 2011 6:19:28 GMT -5
Kyle smiled softly through the kiss. It was weird having Stan so close to him, but as he'd already registered he liked it. Kissing him a bit harder, Kyle gasped as he felt the other enter his mouth. This wasn't bad at all. He leaned back, letting the flames of it all smolder off.
"Yeah. I'm sure this right." He laughed, a bit breathless and flushed. "Guess you're glad I found your journal, huh?"
|
|