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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 28, 2011 9:07:39 GMT -5
"Um, actually, I'm more mortified about you finding it," Stan admitted. The journal was something that he had alwyas sworn he would destroy before he let someone see it. "You nosy thing you," he said though as an add-on to let Kyle know that he wasn't mad-mad about the other finding it.
"If you'd just, um, you know, keep that to yourself it'd be much appreciated..." If someone else found it he would be so fucked.
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Post by annanova on Apr 28, 2011 16:06:10 GMT -5
"Maybe, you know if you're nice to me." Kyle joked, but in truth he wouldn't say a single thing. Stan was his best friend and he'd never give away his secrets, even if the two parted ways.
Kyle leaned his head on the other's shoulder, still a bit uncertain as to how he was supposed to act around the other. He never really took the passive role, but in a way it felt nice. Better than nice. Looking up at teh toher Kyle smiled softly. "And I'm not nosy. I just like knowing when my best friend has ideas about shoving his cock into my mouth. I don't think that's nosy at all. In fact I think you're the nosy one, trying to get into my inner feelings. All I did was read a book, you're trying to uncap something inside me. That's fucked up." Kyle was clearly joking, and his smirk showed it as he grinned up at his almost lover. "I should talk to wendy about it. How you cry my name and shit." He laughed.
"Okay, so maybe I can't flirt for shit, but give me some credit." His hand brushed Stan's "I'm trying that's worth something."
He paused again and bit his lip, sly grin still in place. "And I know I can kiss you too. Maybe I just like it when you kiss me more. You shouldn't question my motives."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 29, 2011 0:21:39 GMT -5
"Duuuude!" Stan groaned heavily at the other's taunts and then winced, "Please, fuck, no matter how much you want to torment me or how much you want revenge if I happen to piss you off, please don't talk to Wendy about sex with me." Though he admittedly had no frame of reference outside of Wendy, and she'd never complained about anything he did (to his face) Stan had never found anything passionate between them in such moments-- hell, their arguments were more passionate than their sex.
"And it was not shoving my cock into your mouth," he poked the other's side and dropped an absent kiss to his forehead as he scooted into his bathroom to do his teeth and get changed for bed so that he didn't get his mum bitching him out for falling asleep in his clothes again. Ok, maybe Kyle's suggestion was in the book, but honestly Stan was also curious about having a cock in his mouth-- Kyle's specifically. As he brushed his teeth he wanly mused that although the situation of their confessions hadn't been perfect or anything like he'd imagined he was just glad that it had happened at all, what with him sucking at saying how he felt and Kyle being the ultime Master of Avoidance for anything he didn't want to deal with.
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Post by annanova on Apr 29, 2011 15:04:24 GMT -5
Kyle fished through a drawer that was at the bottom of Stan's dresser and had always contained a small overnight bag for him. Since his mother was neurotic, Kyle was diabetic, and he spent so many nights at Stan's house that she just packed him a bag full of everything he'd need to last a night. He pulled out grey sweatpants, seeing that Stan was securely in the bathroom and quickly slipped into them before he could come back. The bag also contained a hoodie which Kyle slipped over his shirt. Not exactly sexy, but he figured that if Stan found him attractive before and Kyle hadn't put any effort in then it should be the same now.
Kyle shuffled; once dressed he wasn't exactly sure what to do. Normally they shared a bed, but he didn't know if Stan wanted him in another bed or on the couch or even some other arrangement. He bit his lip and sat gingerly on the foot of the bed. "Stan?"
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 30, 2011 1:38:37 GMT -5
"What?" Stan asked, coming out of his bathroom in some sweatpants of his own and a t-shirt that was just a little too small for him and do displayed part of his toned stomach whenever he moved in certain ways. When the other nervously mumbled about sleeping arrangements Stan blinked, "Well, why can't you share with me?" Sure, he had a physical interest in Kyle, he was a teenage boy and all, but the heart and mind weren't ready for that step yet.
To prove his point Stan got into his bed as usual, covers resting atop his waist. "Come on, Ky," he prompted gently. "I swear, no groping, no heavy duty below-the-belt-- nothing." Maybe a few kisses, of course, but kisses were innocent. Eventually the other joined him underneath the covers and Stan absently clicked a new channel onto the TV to give them quiet background noise. They'd turn it off soon and probably talk until they fell asleep, same as always.
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Post by annanova on Apr 30, 2011 11:01:59 GMT -5
kyle had hesitated but eventually he found himself curled under Stan's blanket. In a way he felt embarrassed since Stan's ability to read his mind never failed. He wouldn't exactly mind the groping but that was all in theory. When he got close enough to actually participate, he backed out.
After a few moments of quiet stillness, Kyle leaned down, resting his heat gently on the top of Stan's chest. He liked hearing the other breath - granted his weight didn't trigger an asthma attack - and he liked hearing the other's heart beat. Primitive maybe, but it gave him all the proof he needed that today wasn't just some fucked up dream. "Talk," Kyle requested, not really caring what Stan said.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on May 2, 2011 1:40:42 GMT -5
Talk? Was Kyle kidding? Stan was feeling contented, full and warm now that they had sorted everything out and he and Kyle were just relaxing, and as such he wanted to go to sleep after he had enjoyed the moment. Blinking heavily Stan wracked his brains for neutral topics of conversation.
"I don't know why Kenny and Butters won't just do it and get it over with," everyone knew, for all Kenny was such a hound with the girls, that Butters was a blip on his radar that he could never shake off. Everyone had always known Butters was gay, but it had taken an unusual and amusing death circumstance to Kenny to out that the blonde liked boys too. "And my dad said he and your dad are buying us all Bronco tickets before you go..."
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Post by annanova on May 2, 2011 6:19:24 GMT -5
"Brancos?" Kyle raised his eyebrows. "Shit, I haven't been to a game since.... shit, I can't even remember. Meh, it could be fun. We could makeout under the bleachers. It's a high school dream." Kyle grinned, clearly teasing again. He hadn't been to a game since middle school and couldn't really say he missed it. but he'd go for his father. Truthfully it was a bit of a childish gift for him; he'd grown out of most sports. "And I get what you mean about Butters and Kenny. But I don't think there'd be more than sex. Yeah, opposites attract in books and movies but when you try it in real life, you need the same basic morals. You know? The same basic makeup."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on May 3, 2011 0:23:57 GMT -5
"Hm..." Stan nodded slightly, but couldn't outwardly agree in the case of those two; they were both anomalies in their own rights and suchlike. He knew Kyle wasn't as into football as he had been when they were younger but the dads had thought that it would be sometghing nice for them to do. "With any luck we can split from 'em and go somewhere else for something to eat after."
He wasn't thinking of it in date terms per se, just that he wanted to spend time with the other... and their dads still had habits of embarrassing them cripplingly in public. A yawn left the ravenette, he covering his hand with his mouth in response to obscure the action. "I'm tired..."
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Post by annanova on May 3, 2011 9:36:01 GMT -5
Kyle hand flashed to fit between Stan's teeth, which had came to be a teasing action the other always did whenever Stan yawned and forgot to cover his mouth. He just loved the surprised and slightly pissed off look Stan always had when it was over and he still had Kyle's finger clamped between his molars. Sadly the other beat him, and Kyle was left laughing.
"Stanny's sleepy? Dude, it's only, like midnight." But Stan was always an early sleeper and an early riser, the exact opposite of Kyle. "Okay. But no TV. I can't sleep with the noise or the light." He put his head back on the other's shoulder. "And no wet dreams about me either," he teased.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on May 3, 2011 10:40:47 GMT -5
"I'm gonna molest you if you don't shut up," Stan mumbled as he groped with his free hand for his remote and clicked the TV off, plunging the room into proper darkness as opposed to semi-darkness thanks to the TV's light. The threat was joking, of course, because he'd never do something like that to Kyle, never do anything the other didn't want, but everyone knew shock was the most effective way to hush the redhead up.
Kyle's warmth pressed against his body was nice and Stan found himself feeling more contented than he had been in a long time. He mumbled a quiet, "Night Ky," before he found himself nodding off with surprising ease. Given the evening they'd had though he wasn't too surprised about that.
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Post by annanova on May 3, 2011 18:34:25 GMT -5
Kyle closed his eyes, laughing a bit at how quickly Stan dozed off. He was always jealous about how effortlessly the other could fall asleep. It was as if all he had to do was close his eyes while it took Kyle over an hour to clear his mind and drift off into a peaceful world.
But Stan's warmth helped him sleep, and the redhead nuzzled his face into Stan's neck, capturing his smell and his essence. It was like he belonged here; like being this close to him was meant to be. And maybe it was. After all, Kyle was a hopeless romantic and the years it had taken them to confess about their love seemed to last twice as long to him. His fingers curled around the fabric of Stan's shirt in his dream, holding the raven in his place.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on May 4, 2011 1:07:33 GMT -5
Awakening the next morning with Kyle in bed besides him was not entirely unusual for Stan, though to wake up with warm breath on his neck and a body pressed close to his was marginally more unusual. This pose was more innocent than some of the awkward ones they had woken in before.
Shifting carefully (Kyle could be a grouchy so-and-so if you woke him up early) Stan got into a position wherein he could see Kyle's sleeping face. The redhead really had retained his childhood cuteness even though his face had sharpened, seeming more angular and mature than his own had become. A weird sensation that he had been feeling for months and denying just as long sprang up in his chest as he realised that Kyle was pretty much his boyfriend now.
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Post by annanova on May 4, 2011 20:23:10 GMT -5
The same thought was going through Kyle's head when Stan had fallen asleep, whether or not they were a couple. They were bother technically dating, but Kyle had rested himself against Stan like he was his lover, and oddly it felt more natural than it did with Bebe's sickeningly sweet smelling perm against his chin.
Kyle wriggled a bit when he felt Stan move, but his hands refused to let go of the other. Even in dreams the nagging thought that he'd lose him soon made him want to sob and he persisted to hold the other as long as he could.
"Stan?" he murmured. "Stop staring at me." A small crooked smile formed on the redhead's face though he kept his eyes closed. "You're not a sparkly vampire so you can't pass it off as sexy. But your body's sexy enough. Not to mention your face; even though you look like a baby."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on May 5, 2011 13:13:47 GMT -5
"You just made yourself sound like those horrible paedophiles from NAMBLA," Stan pointed out lightly with a chuckle at Kyle's comment to him being sexy even though he had a child's face. It was ironic that they had never really realised how much danger they had been in at numerous times in their childhood until they got older and said incidents calmed down.
"How did you sleep?" Of course he could assume that it was well considering the other hadn't awoken him in the night with nightmares or complaining that he had hogged the quilt or something, but it'd still be nice for confirmation.
Gently he eased himself back from the other just enough to stretch, though he was both flattered and oddly touched when Kyle's hands refused to let go of his t-shirt; he had a feeling that Kyle's hands were going to ache when they finally relaxed. He tentatively pressed a kiss to Kyle's forehead.
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