South Park - Stan Marsh x Kyle Broflovski

"Aw sick, dude!" Kyle's voice rose with disgust as he pulled on the ears of his green ushanka, bringing the hat down to cover his eyes. His still exposed mouth twisted into a grimace when he heard his boyfriend release of bark of laughter.
"Oh, come on. It's not that bad. No one does it." Stan Marsh chuckled, sitting down on the bed beside the jewish redhead, who was nestled beneath the covers. His bare shoulders and now half-covered face were the only things sticking up above the sheets draped over the soft mattress of Stan's double bed. His parents had been kind enough to buy him a bigger bed when he'd hit the age of fifteen. He was seventeen now and boy, was he glad he'd gotten an upgrade. He'd started to date his best friend, Kyle Broflovski, a few weeks after his fifteenth birthday and two growing boys attempting to share a small single bed would have been plain embarrassing.
Kyle scoffed, shaking his head back and forth. He still hadn't released the ears of his hat. "What do you mean, Stan?! That's gross! Everyone should wash their hands after they go to the bathroom - we've all had this drilled into us since we were kids!" His voice was but a growl. Stan leaned over to the shorter male and attempted to yank the pale hands of his boyfriend from the ushanka.
"Ew, dude! Don't touch me with your unwashed, filthy, germ-ridden hands!" The redhead had released the hat on his own when he felt his boyfriend's touch. Stan barely reacted to the way Kyle was shrinking away - instead, he tried something else. He changed the course of his reaching and suddenly grabbed the beloved ushanka before lobbing it across the room. With his eyes free once again, Kyle was momentarily startled by Stan's deadly serious expression. But then the jewish teenager grew frustrated once again. "Go get that! And don't just toss it around like it isn't important!"
Stan rolled his eyes, his serious expression slipping as a tiny smirk pulled at a corner of his lips. "Dude, calm down. You've had that hat for years, it's not going to disintegrate if it touches the ground." He moved closer to Kyle, ignoring his partner's pathetic attempts to wave him away and the useless threats that ran on until they faded into white noise. The raven hesitated a moment, "How does it even fit your head anymore?" He pondered aloud, dark eyebrows raised. Kyle hadn't grown much throughout puberty - he was undoubtedly the shortest out of all the kid's they hung around with. Even Cartman had grown a significant amount, which slimmed him down a little. He was still a fatass, though. That would never change. Not with the way his mother shovelled food into his greedy mouth.
Kyle continued to grimace, "Don't be a dick, Stanley." He chastised, flicking his head to the side in an effort to rearrange the red curls that had fallen into his brilliant green eyes. He'd used his boyfriend's full name, hoping that would slow the bastard down. But the taller of the two laughed again, hands moving forward to grip Kyle's. He weaved their fingers together, squeezing at his boyfriend's hands gently. Although the jewish teen looked uncomfortable, he didn't try to squirm out of the hold. Stan saw that as a good sign - he saw that as a hesitant surrender.
"Sorry, sorry.." The blue-eyed boy practically purred, a smirk still playing along his lips. "I promise I'll get into the habit of washing my hands." A scoff was heard before Kyle shook his head.
"You said something like that when we were in fourth grade. I'm not falling for it again."
Stan mock-pouted, "But I'm serious this time!"
"Whatever, dude! You're never serious!" Kyle retorted, beginning to try and pry his own hands out from Stan's.
The raven didn't dare release him, "Am so! And anyway, maybe you just weren't very persistent. You know I always need a little bit of.. you know, reassurance that what I'm going to do really is for the greater good."
Kyle's eyes were wide and locked on the blue one's of his boyfriends. Shock was evident in his expression. "Are you serious right now? What could possibly be a downside to washing your freakin' hands?"
Stan bit down on his bottom lip for a moment, his mind flailing around in search of an answer. After a moment, he merely cleared his throat. Kyle growled again, "Nothing, right?" And Stan simply shrugged his rather stocky shoulders. As if he had only just remembered that he was actually pretty filled-out and muscular, thanks to all those football seasons as quarterback, the raven decided to use his body type to his advantage. Intimidation worked wonders! He leaned forward, positioning himself over Kyle in a way that made the redhead look even tinier than he really was. The jew's hands were being pinned down into the pillow on either side of his head, fingers still entwined with the blue-eyed teen's.
"Well.." Stan's voice was breathy and husky. He leaned down, eyes half-lidded and smokey with flirtation. This method sure as hell worked wonders, too. Kyle was frozen on the spot, green eyes narrowing in suspicion. The raven continued, despite the distant reaction he was recieving from his partner. "I don't know, Kyle.." He whispered now, his words ghosting over Kyle's throat as Stan lowered his face down. His eyes roamed over the expanse of Kyle's pale neck. There were old yellowing marks there - fading hickies that were usually hidden by the high collar of the jew's favourite orange and green jumper, but that piece of clothing had been discarded over two hours ago when the two boys had finally gotten some alone time in Stan's room together. There were a few new ones lower on the pale canvas of skin, scattered just above and directly over the jutting collarbones of the green-eyed male. Those ones were differently, though; a deep purple colour with red dots smattered through the dark clouds.
Kyle was squirming a little now, unable to help himself. The taller one of the two wanted to laugh at the slight victory, but he didn't dare ruin the moment. Instead, he inched his face closer, his lips just barely brushing over the smooth skin of the redhead's soft neck. Stan located a freckle and pressed a soft kiss to it. Kyle was melting right beneath him and the raven imagined any thoughts apart from 'oh Stan take me now' were being entirely forgotten.
"What if I did wash my hands and then there were no towels around to wipe them on? I don't want to have wet marks on my clothes. That looks stupid." Stan blurted, shattering the thick atmosphere and totally ruining the moment. A grin was already stretching along his face, nearly splitting it right in two. Kyle groaned and kicked his legs wildly. His hips bucked up in an attempt to shove Stan's weight off of him.
"You're such a prick, Stan!" The redhead was practically roaring now, the apples of his cheeks dusting with pink as he worked himself up. The blue-eyed teenager laughed before mercifully releasing his boyfriend's hands. He ignored the feeling of those slim palms pressing against his large chest. They very nearly forced him off of Kyle, but they weren't rough enough. With an almost dreamy sigh, Stan glanced down at them. Kyle was just so cute when he tried to be strong but simply couldn't. Sure, he was pretty great at throwing a punch, but he only had enough strength to hurt Cartman most of the time, who was a huge baby and had a weak pain tolerance.
Stan kept laughing, "If you get too pissed, you'll go as red as your hair, dude. Then I'll be able to count every single freckle on your face." The raven warned, pinching at Kyle's left cheek. The jewish boy's green eyes glinted with pure fury and he used one hand to slap at Stan's arm, while his other hand was still pushed against the raven's chest. It was no secret to anyone that Kyle hated his freckles and it was lucky they only showed up whenever he was pissed off and turning red with anger. It was pretty ironic how Kyle had started hating his freckles after Cartman had bitched about gingers that one time, but would basically look like a true ginger whenever Cartman was around, since he was always pissed at the fat asshole.
Well.. Stan thought it was ironic and sorta funny, but he'd never admit that to Kyle since he didn't want to get punched for being an 'inconsiderate dickhead' who was 'slowly sinking to Cartmans level'.
"Shut your fucking mouth, Stanley!" Kyle's voice nearly cracked on his boyfriend's name and the raven realised he was actually starting to seriously get to the redhead. He backpedalled doubletime, not wanting to end up in a real argument with his beloved partner. Before Kyle could protest, the blue-eyed teenager was laying right on top of him, one hand tangling in those soft, curling red locks and the other resting gently over the small palm on his chest.
Stan frowned and his sudden shift in attitude almost gave Kyle whiplash. "I'm sorry." He sounded truly sincere this time, but the jewish boy wouldn't be swayed so easily. He would not have a repeat of what had just happened, so he glowered at his boyfriend and Stan hesitated before pressing a warm peck to Kyle's almost-pouting lips. "I was just playing around, babe."
With a sigh and a mental struggle to stop himself from rolling his green orbs, Kyle finally nodded and the raven momentarily rejoiced by pressing numerous kisses all over the face of his boyfriend, which was slowly returning to it's regular pigment. The jewish teenager laughed a little before distracting Stan from those tiny pecks with his own firm kiss to the raven's cheek.
Stan chucked and moved to lock their lips together. Kyle gave in, surrendering his mouth to his stocky boyfriend who easily dominated him as their tongues met. A quiet mewl from the redhead was lost in their passionate interaction, but soon enough they had to break away for air.
Kyle's chest was heaving as he moved to sit up. Stan slunk backwards to get out of the way and then they were both seated on the bed, facing eachother. The raven seemed mildly inconvenienced by the lack of air, but wasn't nearly as affected as his boyfriend. The sheets of Stan's bed fell down as Kyle sat up, dragging the quarterback's attention with them. They pooled in Kyle's lap, which the blue-eyed boy knew for a fact was entirely bare right now. He tried his best to avert his attention from his boyfriend's crotch but it was definitely a lot harder than it seemed.
The redhead cleared his throat, his hands coming to clasp in his lap, and finally Stan was snapped out of his reverie. "You alright, Stan?" The jew laughed under his breath and Stan joined in after a moment of silence.
"Yeah. Perfectly fine."
"Great.. Cause I was hoping to continue.." The sentence faded off and the taller male once again locked gazes with his boyfriend - his crystalline blue met that beautiful, brilliant jade green. Stan smiled and Kyle returned the expression slowly, before the raven suddenly lurched forward and pulled his boyfriend into his lap. Their lips met once more and Stan's heart almost leapt right out of his chest.
It was days like these that the boys would remember in their elder years. Not the stupid bullshit-filled days of death, destruction, problems and supernatural/extraterrestrial occurrences. The simple days were the ones everyone in South Park lived and longed for. Kyle and Stan were part of the minority that were lucky enough to have someone to share those days with, where natural feelings could develop further and normal relationships could blossom without being interrupted by not-so-normal and not-so-natural crap.