-this december-

-chapter 30-

December 6th
no one POV

stan sits on kyle's bed once again, fidgeting slightly.

it feels slightly stupid he didn't spend the night yesterday, but given the current...circumstances, stan didn't think sheila would be too happy about the two boys sleeping in the same room.

thinking about yesterday makes the butterflies in stan's stomach return. he and kyle has kissed. kyle had kissed him. then they'd laughed and talked and maybe kissed a few more times.

but now stan had been thinking. kyle had said that he liked him. are they dating? are they friends with benefits? are they just friends, period?

stan feels dizzy and flips back, upper body laying on kyle's bed, legs and feet hanging off the edge.

"you ok, man?" kyle asks from his desk, clicking away at his computer.

stan, in his flurry of thoughts and butterflies, can only make a noise of confirmation. "mmm-hm!"

kyle isn't satisfied. he turns in his swivel chair, staring curiously at his best friend. he pushes himself off the chair and walks over to the bed, laying down next to stan.

"what's going on?" he asks.

"nothing." stan replies, voice barely above a mumble. "it's just.... never mind, it's stupid."

"no, no, dude. tell me," kyle reaches his hand out, grasping stan's comfortingly.

"are- are we just friends?" stan squeezes kyle's hand self-consciously, foolishly anxious for his answer.

"what? no!" stan can hear his best friend biting back a laugh. is he really being that dumb? "dude, was i not clear enough yesterday? i love you. i don't wanna be just friends. do you?" kyle adds the last sentence quickly.

stan shakes his head, turning on his side to look at kyle. "uh, no of course not!"

"me neither!" kyle turns on his side too.

they stare at each other, holding hands tightly, not wanting to let go. this moment feels special, a secret. one they will never forget.

cautiously, stan leans into his ?boyfriend?.

kyle grins, but stays where he is.

stan brings his movement to a jerking halt, wondering if kyle isn't wanting to kiss right now.

kyle untangles his hand from stan's and threads his fingers through stan's raven hair. "are we boyfriends?" he mumbles, beginning to lean closer.

stan has time only to squeak out a small "yeah!" before kyle's lips move onto his and all of his thoughts are drained away.

it's almost as if someone had erased every thought, every memory of anything but kyle. stan brings his hands up to cradle the back of kyle's neck, barely daring to touch for fear of...anything, stan supposes.

that anxiety is melted away, replaced with a jumble of blurry thoughts when he feels kyle's tongue poke gently at the seam of his lips. stan's mouth gives way. he doesn't know what to do except kiss back, lost in a flurry of kyle.

electric sparks begin to shoot down his spine when kyle shifts, rolling their bodies together so kyle is resting comfortably on top (on top?! stan thinks) of his boyfriend.

oh my god, stan thinks. oh my god, oh my god.

he can barely register what's happening to him,  unbelieving his luck, but is also blissfully aware of every second with kyle broflovski.

kyle's hands move from stan's hair, creeping up his neck to his cheeks, cradling his face.

he pulls back, too soon for stan's liking, and smiles madly down at his boyfriend. boyfriend. it sounds like a fucking dream to say it. stan can't believe his eyes. grinning back, he pushes kyle's soft green hat off gently. "i like your hair," he mutters dumbly.

"i like yours, too," kyle mumbles back, eyes flickering down to stan's swollen lips for maybe only a split second.

the ravenette grins at the ever-so-slight implication and leans in again, whispering a few words against his boyfriend's lips before kissing him.

"i love you."