I did it for me.

2

For the next ten days, Stan finds himself everywhere Kyle is coincidentally. Whenever Stan tries to see Kenny, Kyle is there first. When he wants to go to the bar, Kyle is there. Whenever he goes to Kyle's house, Kyle is there.
Well, maybe it's not coincidental anymore. Stan can't seem to get away from Kyle. He misses his Super Best Friend. The friend he got matching bracelets with that he still wears, the friend that would look after him when he was a mess, the friend that had sleepovers at his house until they left for college. That last one could be considered weird for your average best friends but Kyle and Stan had a special bond. Stan couldn't imagine his life without Kyle until Kyle left. Of course, Stan is still fuming at Kyle for ditching him, but right now, he just wants his best friend back.
'Fuck it.' Stan thought as he grabbed his coat from the coat rack after running down the stairs. He checks the time. '12:48'.
'Kyle would probably be at home by now.' He thinks as he bolts it to Kyle's door. A vehicle that Stan doesn't recognise is outside the Broflovski residence but he doesn't think much into it. He pounds on the door until the familiar aged face of Sheila Broflovski opens it.
"Oh! Well, hello, Stan! Are you here to see Kyle?" She questions, a bright smile she's failing to hide covers her face.
"Hey Mrs. Broflovski, yeah, uhm, is Kyle here?" His voice is laced with anxiety. Maybe this isn't a good idea.
"No need to be so formal, Stan. He's upstairs with a friend from college, why don't you go up?" Sheila says, already beckoning him inside the house and pushing him up the stairs.
'Oh well, here we go.' Stan thinks as Mrs. Broflovski walks back down the stairs with a content smile on her face. Should he knock? He thinks back to what Sheila said about being formal and decides against it.
He opens the door.
"What the fuck, Stan!" Kyle screams as he taps Theos shoulder to signal him to pull his mouth off of Kyle's dick.
"Shit! Fuck! Sorry, dude, holy shit!" Stan turns his body away and looks at the now closed door.
"What the fuck is your problem! Why didn't you knock?" Kyle stands, pulling his trousers back up and putting his belt back on.
"Because I didn't think that I'd walk in to find you being totally gay with some twink from the city!" Stan shouts, looking at Kyle again. His hand gesturing at Theo.
"What's wrong with Kyle being gay?" The 'twink' asks with a devilish smile.
"Yeah, Stan, What's wrong with me being gay? You can't tell me you were completely clueless about it." Kyle walks closer to Stan but still keeps some distance.
"Well yeah, dude, I was! I mean, I did find it weird that you never had a girlfriend but I just thought that you thought none of the South Park girls were good enough." Stan says backing away from Kyle, now against the door.
"Do you really think I'm that shallow? Do you think I didn't want to be with any of the girls? I wanted to be 'normal'. I didn't want to be the way I am but Theo has helped me through that." Kyle steps closer to Stan again.
"Because you didn't give me the chance to! Instead of coming out to me and letting me help you, you thought that the best thing to do was to cut me off. You didn't give me a chance!"
"No, Stan. You didn't give me a chance." Stan stands there, utter confusion creeps on his face.
"I think it's best you leave, Stan." Theo croaks, anger radiating off of him.
"Yea, me too." stan mumbles as he slams the bedroom door shut.
As he walks down the stairs, he can hear someone shout; 'Fuck!' and loud thumps swiftly follow. Stan didn't know if they were fighting or fucking but he figured it'd be best not to find out. Why was he angry? Well, he had a few ideas.
He could be angry because Kyle had chosen an orgasm over their friendship. He could be angry because they went back to fucking as soon as Stan left, leaving him feel unimportant. He could be angry because he was jealous. Jealous of what though, he wasn't sure of. Maybe he was jealous because this was the person Kyle had been spending all of his time with, or that Kyle obviously found him more 'entertaining'. He was walking to Skeeter's bar. At mid-day, he was off to the bar. 'Pathetic.' he thought to himself. He walks into the establishment and sees that Kenny was working. He doesn't usually take day shifts so Stan found this to be highly unusual.
"You're working? Now?" Stan asks as he takes his usual seat at the bar.
"You're drinking? Now?" Kenny shoots back.
"Good point." Stan mumbles.
"You want your usual neat whiskey?" Kenny questions, already reaching for the bottle.
"Make it a double, Ken."
"Woah, dude. What's up?" Kenny says with a worried expression, putting the bottle back on the bottom shelf.
"Kyle's gay."
"And?" Kenny said, pulling the whiskey back out and pouring Stan a double.
"And he didn't tell me, Ken! You wanna know how I found out? I found out by walking into his fucking room and saw this twink sucking kyle off on the bed that we used to have sleepovers in." Stan had grabbed the whiskey and downed it in one. Kenny looked at him in pure shock, not saying anything. Stan gestures to his now empty glass, silently asking Kenny for a refill as he continues to rant.
"I mean, I'm not homophobic or anything. Everyone knows my dog sparky was gay. He also said something that I'm still confused about. I told him that He didn't give me a chance to actually accept him and work through it with him and he said; 'No, Stan. You didn't give me a chance." Like what does that even mean?" He takes a large sip of the new drink in front of him and sighs.
"Are you really this dense, Stanley?" A voice behind him says, he turns around to see Wendy Testaburger. His ex-girlfriend. They broke up on graduation day, both of them realised that long distance wouldn't work and they broke up on good terms.
"Wendy?" Stan looks at her in pure shock. She looks beautiful.
"Hi, Stan. You look good." She smiles at him. He smiles a goofy smile back.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you meant to be working in some fancy science lab right now?" He teases, Kenny laughs.
"Very funny, Stanley." She rolls her eyes. "Aren't you meant to be off playing football for some big league team?" Kenny laughs again at her remark.
"Taking a break year." He replies, still smiling.
"From what I heard you're pretty good too. You've got all of the teams wanting you, right?" She looks at him with pride.
"Something like that, yeah." He brushes her comment off. He doesn't do well with compliments, especially from her. Kenny makes a joke about Wendy and Stan's relationship when they were younger and they all laugh.
They spend the rest of the day at the bar, drinking and laughing together. Being in South Park so far has been hell for Stan. He isnt mad about being back anymore though. He missed Wendy, more than he thought.
"Well it's getting late and I have plans tomorrow so I'm gonna turn in." Wendy proclaims, getting up from what was her seat the past 7 hours.
"Hey, Wendy. Before you go, do you think that I could, like, take you out or something?" Stan said, standing up.
"Sure, Stanley. That would be lovely." She smiles. She asks The new person on shift for a napkin and a pen. She writes her number down on the napkin and gives it to Stan with a wink and walks away, feeling Stan's eyes on her ass as she does.
He didn't know how much he missed Wendy until he saw her today. She looked as fit as a fiddle with her long black hair, her big grey eyes and her tall 5' 7 frame. He actually thought she had grown into her body very nicely.
He's thinking about her as he walks home from Skeeter's, a warm smile on his face. That all comes crashing down however, when he sees a familiar head of fire sitting on his doorstep. He was smoking again.
"So you're going to make a habit out of smoking on the street?" Stan asks, sitting next to him. He doesn't know why but he can't stay mad at kyle. Despite everything, he still didn't blame the gingette.
"Yeah. I guess I am." Kyle answered, his voice hoarse as if he'd been crying. Stan shouldn't feel bad for Kyle. Not now. But he does. He wants to take away his pain, he wants to beat whatever or whoever's hurting him. They sit in silence, Stan taking Kyle's cancer stick and puffing on it himself.
"So... Is he your boyfriend?" Stan questions, referring to the boy he had the displeasure of meeting in such a way.
"Who, Theo? Nah. We just hangout."
"Yeah, it looked like you were just 'hanging out' earlier. Don't lie to me, man." Stan says, his voice suddenly harsh.
"I don't know what we are. He wants to be together officially. We've been fucking for a while now but I can't give myself to him. Y'know, emotionally and all that shit." Stan didn't notice before but Kyle's Jersey accent has become more prominent over the years. Stan liked it.
"Why not, dude?" Stan asks, confused.
"For the same reason I cut you off, I guess." Kyle doesn't want to tell Stan but he has to if he wants to give himself to Theo.
"And what is that, Kyle? Because I sure would like to know. Is it because youre just an unsympathetic asshole?" 'Great.' Kyle thinks. 'He's angry again.' Kyle doesnt want stan to be angry, he doesnt want stan to hate him.
"It's because I love you, stan." Stan looks at him, confused again.
"I love you too, dude. But that doesn't answer my question. That's not a reason to cut me off." It's Kyles turns to be angry.
"Are you fucking stupid? Is that it? Are you just dense or are you purposefully ignoring it?"
"Kyle, what the fuck are you on about?" Stan is taken aback.
"I love you, man! Like, I'm in love with you." Stan widens his eyes and stares at Kyle in shock. He can't find any words to say to Kyle. Nothing comes out of his mouth. Kyle Broflovski, his best friend, is in love with him. Kyle stands up and tosses his finished cigarette on the ground. He starts to walk away.
"Kyle, man. I'm sorry..." That's all Stan could manage to say. Kyle turns around, a sad smile presenting on his face.
"I know, dude. It's not your fault." He turns to walk away again when Stan speaks.
"I don't blame you anymore. For like, leaving me and stuff." Stan doesn't notice the tears leaking out of his eyes. He subconsciously walks toward Kyle, he is mere inches from Kyle.
"Thank you, for understanding. I Thought you'd take it a lot worse than you did." Kyle lets out a soft chuckle. Stan reaches for Kyle's face, wiping away his tears. Kyle's breath is caught in his throat.
"Kyle. Would it be wrong of me to..." Stan whispers, Kyle cutting him off.
"Yes, Stan. It would." Kyle pulls away from Stan.
"I'm not going to let you toy with me, Stan. I don't want to be some experiment to help you 'find yourself'." Kyle takes another step back.
"I'm sorry." Stan says, his voice cracking.
"It's okay, Stan." Stan walks toward the taller but much skinnier male and hugs him.
"I really wish things were different." Stan cries into Kyle's shoulder.
"I know, dude. Me too." Kyle says, his tone solemn. Stan pulls away from the hug and looks up slightly to meet Kyle's eyes. The height difference wasn't that big, only a few inches, but Stan has never felt so small.
"Can't we just..." Stan says, knowing Kyle understood what he meant.
"No, Stan. Please don't."
"Well it could be good-"
"And I'm sure it would." Kyle said, cutting Stan off.
"But it would only hurt me more, Stan. I need to let you go. We can't do this."
"Kyle, please." Stan begged. He wanted to kiss Kyle. He really wanted to kiss his best friend. He needed to know what it would be like. He needed to know what he was missing out on.
"Okay." Kyle responds.
"Really...?" Stan asks, doubting that Kyle really agreed.
"Yes. But you need to promise to let me go." Kyle looks down at the fake blonde.
"Kyle..."
"Please, Stan. Promise me." Kyle begs.
"I promise."
As soon as Stan said those words he regretted it. Kyle leans down to Stan, lifting up his face to meet his own lightly freckled one. Stan places his hands on Kyle's dainty waist and their lips connected. Kyle moved his mouth slowly, carefully. He had his eyes open, searching for any bit of regret or disgust on Stan's face, but he found none. He let his eyes close and enjoyed the moment. He had dreamed of this exact moment since he was ten years old and it was better that he'd thought. Kyle felt safe. He felt loved, and then he felt Stan's tongue in his mouth.
Kyle wanted nothing more than to continue kissing Stan. But he felt the guilt pool over him and stopped.
"Kyle..." Stan says, breathing heavily. Kyle moves and turns around, ready to walk away.
"Goodbye, Stan."