Kyle slammed his books shut and wobbled to his bed, falling on his face. He was so exhausted, he couldn't even get up to turn the light off. As he almost drifted off to sleep, he heard a knock on the front door and groaned loudly. Now who the fuck is here at 1:00 in the morning?! He thought impatiently.
He walked slowly down the stairs, tired as hell. When there was another knock at the door, he picked up his pace a little. "I'm coming!" He yelled to the anonymous person behind his door.
Stan fell onto Kyle, nearly knocking the two of them over. "Stan??" Kyle asked. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at that party?" Stan groaned and practically pushed Kyle further into the house, closing the door behind him. He was shaking really bad.
"Don't you even think about bringing beer into this house!" Kyle yelled, snatching the half empty beer bottle out of his best friend's hand. "What the fuckkkk dudee?" Stan slurred, stumbling back. Kyle wrapped his arm around the fair boy and struggled to bring him upstairs to his bedroom. The house was so quiet, yet Stan's headache pounded harder than ever before.
Stan practically threw himself onto Kyle's bed and was out like a light just before Kyle could say anything. "..Stan??" Kyle asked, sitting on the bed next to him. His friend's eyes jolted open, they were red and were swelling up with tears again. "Dude!! What's wrong?" Kyle asked, and sat down next to the boy on his bed.
Stan just started sobbing uncontrollably at this and leaned into Kyle's chest, grabbing his shirt with his fists. The ginger haired boy blushed and hugged him back. "IT'S NOTTT FUCKING FAIRR DUUDE!!" He screamed, voice breaking.
The pale boy hushed him to sleep and stroked his black hair softly. When his grip finally loosened on the confused boy's shirt, Kyle contemplated on what to do next. "Thaankkk you Kylleee" the boy hiccuped. He reached up and kissed his best friend softly on the lips. Kyle was shocked, but kissed his friend back, eyes wide open. No homo? This kiss was definitely longer than intended or needed to be. Stan's mouth was wet with tears and he tasted like alcohol and when he pulled back, Kyle couldn't help but feel a little bit wasted himself.
The shorter boy pushed his friend down onto the bed and kissed him again, more passionately. He tried pushing his tongue through his friend's lips, which Kyle welcomed him to hesitantly. Is this real? His heart beat faster than ever in his chest and he stifled a small grunt as he shifted, placing his hand on the boy's cheek, startled. Stan took off his best friend's hat and threw it to the floor, playing with his soft curls as Kyle moaned softly. This embarrassed the ginger and his eyes shot open, feeling comfort in the shorter boy's features.
Stan finally pulled back out of the kiss, that sent butterflies down the two boy's stomachs. Kyle let out a soft, barely hearable whine. He loved his friend. He's loved him forever. He loves his slight imperfections from his fucked up hands to his tipsy breath. He loves the way he throws up whenever he's truly in love, which hasn't happened in a while surprisingly, he loves how he scratches the back of his neck when he's lying, and he just loves everything about him. So, looking into the cute boy's admirable eyes, he realized that he was in love with his best friend.
Kyle caressed his waist and planted a soft kiss on the boy's forehead. Stan wanted more though, so he went to kiss his friend again when his breath stank even worse than before. Kyle couldn't help but push back. How much alcohol has he been drinking?
When all of a sudden, Stan vomited all over him! "What the fuck?" Kyle couldn't help but shout. Stan looked at him guiltily, it was the cutest face Kyle has ever seen. He pushed Stan's black hair behind his ear and got up from under him hastily.
Kyle got up and went to the bathroom in the hallway to turn on the shower. They both reeked of puke and Stan was shaking again, violently. Kyle softly picked up his friend and grinned at him, helping him take off his shirt and pants so he was just left in boxers on the cold tile of the bathroom. Kyle was about to leave to throw the clothes in the wash, when Stan had grabbed him. "You-" but before he could finished his sentence, he gagged all over Kyle again! "Oh, sick dude!" Kyle shrieked, a disgusted look on his face.
He took off his shirt without hesitation and threw their dirty clothes to the floor, pushing his friend into the shower. "Ew dude, you reek!" He said, and Stan grinned at him slyly. But as he opened his mouth to say something, Kyle cupped his hand over it. "Not in the shower too dude!" His friend chuckled drunkly and went over to kiss Kyle, who pulled back, a little disgusted by the boy. Instead, he pulled him into a hug and washed his hair as his friend leaned against his chest.
When the boys were done freshening up, Kyle carried Stan back to his bedroom and replaced the vomit induced sheets, shaking his head well smiling. Stan was out like a light as soon as he hit the soft bedding. "I love you, Stan" Kyle whispered under his breath, placing a soft kiss on his friend's lips, who now tasted like peppermint toothpaste.
