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Post by cobroncos7 on Jun 29, 2012 22:27:33 GMT -5
"If I must," Stan answered with dramatic reluctance, acting put-upon. He moved, pulling Kyle into a quick kiss. "You know you're a tease, right?" He pressed their foreheads together, smiling. It was a strange back-and-forth between how open they could, or should, be with the sexual side of their relationship, and it was difficult to navigate effectively.
Stan ran his hand over Kyle's leg idly. It'd be strange if he did shave, but maybe stranger if he didn't. The only legs he'd ever touched in that sort of way had been Wendy's, and they'd felt smooth beneath his hands. He turned his head and kissed Kyle again, considering all the differences between Kyle and Wendy. Even with simple physical differences there were more than he'd thought about; when he'd worried about his sexuality, the only differences in Kyle and Wendy's bodies that came to mind were whether or not they had boobs or a dick. But now it was almost astonishing how many ways Kyle felt differently.
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Post by annanova on Jul 1, 2012 1:09:40 GMT -5
"I am not a tease," Kyle murmured against Stan's collar bone as he dipped his head into the crook of the others neck. Stan really had a way of comforting him. Whether it be through his words, actions or even - as he was now - by his sent. "So... I guess it would be weird for you if I didn't shave. I mean, Wendy did." Kyle read the others thoughts like he was able to randomly do. Perhaps it was because they had been friends for so long, but he had te power of knowing exactly what Stan was thinking about at any random moment. Unless he was wrong. Like he sometimes was.
"We aren't really different, right?" He asked almost shyly, still laying his head on Stan's shoulder but now playing delicately with the collar of his shirt. Wendy was always his biggest threat in middle and high school. She was just about as smart as he was, the only difference being that Kyle got along with people more avidly than she. Wendy tended to preach her way while Kyle was able to manipulate just about anyone.
((sorry it's late!! I thought it already posted!))
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 1, 2012 10:51:23 GMT -5
((no problem! )) "You're really different," Stan answered. He lifted his hand, thinking of threading his fingers into Kyle's hair but placing his palm on the back of his neck instead. Wendy wouldn't have minded if he'd run his fingers through hers and it was easier to do so, but he couldn't say he preferred it. "That's a good thing, though. There's a reason we broke up." He knew he was making it sound more mutual than it was this way. Truthfully Wendy had dumped him and he had mourned the relationship's death in a dramatic, though fortunately not gothic, way, just as he had most times they weren't on good terms. Nonetheless, after enough time to collect himself he saw it as the right decision, made all the easier by his newer relationship with Kyle. "It might be weird, or, well, different, but-- it's not like I expect you to shave. That'd be retarded." He took a second to just appreciate Kyle's breathing against his neck. "I just like you; shit like leg hair doesn't matter."
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Post by annanova on Jul 1, 2012 23:35:03 GMT -5
"That's not why I was asking!" Kyle blushed and croaked out. Of course Stan wouldn't care and he knew that long before the other had said it. To be honest, he didn't think Stan even minded the fact that his hair was a huge fur-ball that would gnaw off hands that ventured into it. He was sure Stan loved him for just being him, they way Kyle loved Stan simply beause he was the perfect person for him, and was able to bring out all his good qualities. They seemed to match each other. Where Kyle was scrawny, Stan was built. Where Kyle was hot tempered, Stan was patient.
And it didn't hurt that Stan looked like a supermodel.
"Yeah, I guess it is a good thing," He kissed the corner of Stan's neck softly, broke away, the nuzzled the spot sweetly. "She's a total bitch," Honestly, Kyle was just jealous she'd been able to have Stan for as long as she did.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 2, 2012 0:11:39 GMT -5
"Aw, dude, she's not...." Stan murmured halfheartedly. He tipped his head, happily exposing his throat as much as possible. He'd called Wendy a bitch plenty of times, once he'd passed the depressive stage of their break up, but it had shifted into an almost amicable apathy quickly enough; it was hard to even have a negative sort of passion towards someone he cared so little for now. Still, he didn't really want to defend his ex-girlfriend against his boyfriend, especially if it made Kyle stop being affectionate.
"Why were you asking, then?" He asked in a more normal tone, running his thumb across Kyle's skin. It seemed clear enough that Kyle didn't want to be like Wendy, probably for more reasons than just thinking she was a bitch.
((I'm going home for my birthday so I probably won't reply for a few days.))
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Post by annanova on Jul 3, 2012 0:36:43 GMT -5
"I can ask questions, it is a free world," Kyle muttered, realizing he sounded just like a child. Okay, so he was rediculesly jealous of her. Wendy had gotten Stan to basically go all depressed and gothic simply by breaking up with him an Kyle doubted that if tey split Stan would react the same way. Besides, Stan's parents loved Wendy too. After all, the star quarterback dating a cheerleader was movie-perfect. The football player being a queer and making out with the class nerd on te other hand wa the set up for a cheep comedy.
"And yes, she's a huge bitch Stan." But the redhead stopped for a second and squeezed Stan's middle. They shouldn't be talking about his ex. They shouldn't even be thinking about her. Stan was taking him to prom that night and Kyle couldn't be happier, he just needed to focus on that. "So, when we dance together do I put my arms around your neck or waist?" He asked in a lighter tone intended to be an offering of peace before a real fight started.
((Okay! Have a great birthday!! I hope you have a lot of fun!))
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 3, 2012 21:38:25 GMT -5
((thanks!)) Stan hummed thoughtfully. He accepted the new topic without protest. If they had to fight before prom, it would have to be over something better than ended relationships. "I don't know dude. Depends how close you want to dance." It depended on more than that, really, he supposed, but he felt like some romantic teasing, "My neck if you want to look into each other's eyes or something, sort of standing apart. And here--" He put his hands over Kyle's, gently pulling the other boy's hands onto his waist. Turning to alleviate the awkard position on the bed, he settled his own hands on Kyle's hips and drew him into a tight embrace, "if you want to dance close, like this." He smiled and breathed Kyle in, enjoying his smell. "We should figure out who's gonna lead, too, I guess," he added quietly, realizing it was rude and potentially awkward to assume he would.
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Post by annanova on Jul 4, 2012 23:31:24 GMT -5
"How about you," Kyle offered though it was a bit embarrassing. He didn't like admitting that he wanted to take the part of the girl in their relationship. It seemed to make him like a twink, and although he was a bit more feminine than Stan, he still had his manly tendencies. He was just a bit shorter, he had a bit more curves and while Stan's body was muscular, his was softer. But he liked being held, and he loved when Stan took the leading role and he could just follow along for the ride. It was nice to let go.
"I mean, you do know more about all of this... relationship stuff.. than I do... so," He nuzzled Stan's neck, "Maybe that'd be best."
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 6, 2012 10:48:12 GMT -5
"Okay," Stan replied readily, honestly relieved. He rarely had a problem relinquishing control to Kyle-- in fact his passive nature oftentimes made him prone to it-- but this was different. He followed many of the rules and stereotypes of their small hick mountain town, if only because he caved more easily to peer pressure than Kyle did, and one of those rules made him want to avoid doing anything that would make him appear 'girly' or 'flaming'.
A pang of guilt clenched his stomach; who was leader as they danced had no real reflection on either of their masculinity after all. In an effort to make up for his flash of prejudice, Stan decided to return the favor of affection. He moved away one second, only to straddle Kyle's thighs the next. He ran his hands up the other boy's chest and kissed his neck fondly.
"That's good; I'm a better dancer than you, anyway.... Unless you picked up some rhythm since we went to the rainforest," he teased, still dropping kisses against Kyle's throat. He'd seen Kyle dance plenty of times since that time in third grade, but it was still funny how uncoordinated he'd been then. "Are you going to surprise me with some awesome moves?"
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Post by annanova on Jul 6, 2012 23:21:52 GMT -5
Kyle laughed and snorted dismissively, "If by new moves you mean pushing you into a punch bowl, then yeah. I've got some sweet-ass moves." He rolled his eyes but still smiled all the same. He could never dance, and never really had that rhythm that Stan did. Stan was able to play the guitar, he could sing and he had the ability to write catchy lyrics. Often, Kyle would whine and beg until the other sang The Hybrid Car Song. Kyle on the other hand, couldn't even bounce to the rhythm without nocking into someone.
"But as long as it's just you and me - and it will be, because that's all that matters - we can just dance calmly. You know, be that annoying couple that slow dances to every song no matter how fast pace it is." He laughed and squirmed under Stan's kisses, pressing his shoulders to release him from his neck.
It wasn't that he didn't like this, which he did, but with Stan pressing his lips on his neck the redhead just felt like he was about to explode in sexual frustration. On top of that, he wasn't sure he wanted to take any chances getting a bruise on his neck. But to show that he did love him, Kyle kissed the other's lips hotly.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 9, 2012 13:47:52 GMT -5
Stan yielded to the kiss, letting Kyle take control before slowly gearing up to match the other boy's intensity. He let his hands creep downward, rolling his hands over Kyle's stomach and fussing with the hem of his shirt. Though he wanted to, he kept from pushing his fingers up to touch Kyle's skin as he broke the kiss. If Kyle was being a tease, then he guessed he was being one, too. Even if they had already fucked, and even if Kyle was quieter than he claimed he was, there was only so far he'd want to take this in the Broflovski's house. At least when there was something like prom going on and Kyle's mom had even more reason to pop in and check on him than usual. Alerted by this thought, he momentarily listened more closely for Mrs. Broflovski, so intent he was sure his ears were swiveling around to catch any stray noises.
"That sounds good," he agreed, words carried on a relieved sigh, when he decided it was safe. He slid his legs out more to sit more firmly in Kyle's lap. The position was a little uncomfortable so high up on the bed, but far too enjoyable in every other way for it to offer a deterrent.
He debated rocking his hips, any fun of which would likely be worth the frustration when they called it off, but eventually decided against any further teasing. Instead he settled on cuddling closer, curling up against Kyle as thoroughly as he could when he was taller, larger, and on top of him.
He enjoyed the comfortable silence until he broke it abruptly, "Do you see us like this in five years? Hopefully not in your parents house, but, together. After college."
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Post by annanova on Jul 10, 2012 0:21:10 GMT -5
"Jesus, Stan," Kyle blinked, his face snapping out of his previous daze. Stan had been kissing him so perfectly and touching him in such a way that he felt as if he could burst open at any second from all the tension. He had a way of knowing how to dance across the ticklish parts of Kyle's stomach just light enough to make him flinch but stern enough not to send him into a fit of giggles. Everything about the other boy just seeped perfection and sesuality.
Then Stan dropped this bomb.
Would they still be together then? Kyle could only hope. He was never good at searching into his future because the thought of what he might find was terrifying. But a future without Stan seemed utterly impossible. The other had been there for him since they were practically born. They'd grown up at siblings and best friends and now, through some gift of fate, they were in love. He couldn't see a mile stone that didn't have Stan there. He couldn't picture a life hurdle without Stan helping him over it. And maybe that was enough of a reason to proclaim their ever lasting love.
"Can you?" Kyle reversed the question and brought up a few fingers to comb through Stan's perfectly straight hair. "I-I can. At least, I want to be able to. I want to be able to do badly. And... And I don't really think that there's anything fickle about us. I mean, shit, I can't picture anyone loving anybody the way I love you."
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 10, 2012 9:19:39 GMT -5
"Yeah," Stan said. His soft, blissful tone would've seemed more appropriate while they were making out than during an admission of love, but this was different. Saying 'I love you' in the moment meant more than enough, but envisioning a real future together meant everything. He kissed Kyle again desperately, reaching up to take Kyle's face in his hands--more a needy grab than a gentle cupping of his cheeks. "I love you, I love you, I want to be with you when I'm a hundred," he said, words hot and wet and half-muttered against Kyle's lips, too important to wait for him to wait to break properly between kisses.
He forced himself to pull back, his hands dropping to a calmer position on Kyle's stomach again. He felt electric, as though he'd been struck by lightning while ungrounded and a charge was left stuck inside him. "I want to--I'm gonna be," he corrected himself with more certainty, "the only guy who does that. Would you like that? Do you want me to be the only person who ever touches you like this?" He asked, as much flirtation as it was legitimate question. They hadn't lost first kisses to each other, but there were more firsts to share than losing virginity, and there was some sort of special appeal to sharing sexuality with each other and no one else.
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Post by annanova on Jul 10, 2012 22:51:02 GMT -5
Kyle loved when Stan got like this. All passionate and needy. Usually it took a lot to arouse a response from the ravenette, but when there was something that he cared so deeply about he took a stand. Like bullying, or wales, Stan had passions that he would do anything in the world for. And when Kyle felt like he was one of those obsessions, it made him feel invisible. So protected and loved that he couldn't do anything wrong.
"Well, you are my boyfriend. And I don't ever plan on cheating on you, and I really, really hope you're not planning on dumping me. So of course you'll be the only one to... well..." He didn't actually want to say, 'touch me like that,' because it made their relationship seem overly sexual. There was a lot more to it than that. He didn't want anyone to touch his heart the way that Stan did. To make him feel like he could go insane with one brush of a hand, or make him feel like he was the center of the universe with one kiss.
"I wish I was as articulate as you," Kyle sighed, and placed a hand on Stan's cheek. "I guess that all I can say is... I love when you kiss me like that. When you're all needy and grabby. You can't imagine how it makes me feel..."
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 11, 2012 19:43:45 GMT -5
Stan's eyes hooded and he pressed instinctively into Kyle's touch. "Really? It doesn't seem too... possessive?" he asked softly, a smile spreading across his face. He fisted his hands into Kyle's shirt and hauled him quickly forward for another kiss. It was relieving in a strange way that Kyle approved of this: Stan's level of affection zipped between overzealous eagerness and dead apathy with little in between.
Oftentimes, looking back, he felt he'd been cool towards Wendy for days on end before whipping around and giving her an elaborate gesture of his love. He felt he was affectionate more often than not with Kyle, readily kissing the boy as frequently as possible whenever they had a moment alone. But even that he had trouble identifying as a good thing sometimes; he didn't know if it felt like smothering, or if his jealous nature became obnoxious.
"I'm going to kiss you when we're dancing," he decided as he pulled back. "So people won't be able to think it's a dumb dare or something." He knew he could just go ahead and do so at prom instead of announcing his intent now, but there was a difference between Kyle saying he didn't want to lie and say they were joking around by dancing together and effectively skewering any doubt people might have. He also knew that most people would be too busy dancing to see the display, but one or two people might and that was enough; it felt symbolic, being so public with their affection.
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