Style One Shots

Math - FLUFF/MAKEOUT

Kyle's pov:

I don't really care for math. It's pretty easy. Stan on the other hand, cries when he can't solve a problem. I don't mind letting him cheat off of my homework or tests.

I walk into class and set my things down at me and Stan's usual spot. Mr. Garrison doesn't have any seating chart, so we're allowed to do whatever while he talks about his sex life. I move some of my books over to Stan's seat so no one takes it and I wait.

It's been 5 minutes since class started where is he?? I text him, "Dude where r u??????" He quickly responds, "why? U miss me already?"

"No"
"Sureee"
"Dude srsly?"
"Ehat?"
"Huh"
"Ehat**"
"😒"
"What**"
"This is why u need to be in class"
"Its math?? How id that gonna helo??"
(It's math? How is that gonna help**)
"What?? Yk what nvm"
"Fine I'm coming"
"For me?"
"Yes"
"That's kinda gay man"
"DUDE I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE TJAT"
"Okay dude... whatever u say.."
"But if u insist🤷‍♂️"
"Gay"
"For you? Definitely 😘"

I roll my eyes and shut off my phone. I pull out my notebook and start doodling.

After a couple of minutes, Stan walks in.

"HI KYLE I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!" He screamed when he saw me.

"FAGS" cartman yelled.

"SHUT UP FATASS" I screamed back.

"MAKE ME JEW"

I get mad and stand up from my desk. Stan runs over to cartman and punches him in the face. "HE SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP FATASS" he screamed back at him. Damn that shit just turned me on😨.

I walk over and we both take turns punching cartman. Kenny kept laughing and Mr. Garrison didn't lift his eyes from his phone.

We go back to our seats and just talk. I grabbed his hand from under the table and squeezed it. He looked up at me and I smiled. I wanted to kiss him so badly but we're in class. Fuck it. I lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips. Kenny saw and started screaming gibberish. I'm pretty sure he was trying to tell others what he just saw but luckily no one understood him.

Stan just looked at me in shock. We never showed eachother much affection because we didn't want fanart of us being posted all over the school like they did to Craig and Tweek. And because we haven't talked to our families about us being gay for eachother yet. Only Ike, Shelly, and the girls know about our relationship. We didn't tell the girls but they eventually caught on to why me and Stan always come out of the restroom with messy hair and hickeys.

Class was finally over and we headed over to lunch. Stan walked me to my locker and I walked him to his. We were quiet most of the way. Until he started laughing.

"You couldn't resist my charm huh?" He finally said.

"Huh?"

"You kissed me because I'm so hot"

"No"

"Yeah huh"

"You had something on your lips"

"Oh?"

"Yeah"

"You have something on your tongue, want me to help you with that?"

"Dude seriously?"

He grabs my hand and pulled me to our spot. The janitors closet. He pushed me against the door and kissed my cheek.

"Stan if we keep doing this everyone's gonna find out"

"So? I don't have nothing to hide. Do you?"

"...no."

"See? Who cares?"

I roll my eyes. "Whatever"

He grabs my face and pulls me into a sweet kiss. I close my eyes and put my arms over his shoulders. I grip onto his hair and push his face closer to mine. He slips his tongue in and explores my mouth. God that sounds disgusting. He moves his hands down to my ass and grabs onto my thigh with one hand.

"Kyle jump"

"What"

"Jump so I can carry you"

"Last time we tried that you dropped me"

"Third times the charm"

"This is the forth time we've tried that"

"Just do it"

"No you"

"Me?"

"Yeah I'll carry you"

"Alright man switch"

We both switch positions and now his back is on door and I'm hovering over him. I'm taller than him by a couple of inches.

"OK now jump"

He jumps and I catch him. He wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck.

"If you drop me I swear I will- "

I start kissing his neck and he shuts up.

"You really couldn't wait until I was done?"

"You talk too much Stan."

I go up to his lips and kiss him. He kisses back and it just stays like that for a while. He grips my hair, I grip his ass. He slides his tongue in, I slide mine. Both of us trying to fight for dominance.

We freeze as soon as we hear a knock on the door. I drop him and he falls on his ass. I laugh a little.

Stan's pov:

I fall on my ass and kyle laughs at me. I roll my eyes and we both stay quiet to see if the person goes away. They knock once more before leaving.

"Ow"

"See how that feels?"

"Whatever fuck you man"

"You wish"

"Fuck yeah I do"

"Alright dude I think we should leave now. I think Kenny's getting tired of cartman. He won't stop blowing up my phone. Let's go marsh"

"Already? We just started!" I whine. I hate that we already have to leave.

"Come on we can finish this later" He reaches his hand over yo me and I grab it. He pulls me up and he turns on his flashlight.

"Is my hair messed up?"

"Yeah a little bit.. here" He gives me my beanie and puts it over my hair.

"Thanks babe"

"Shut up"

He turns off the flash and puts his phone back in his pocket. He opens the door and we both get out. The girls look over at us and giggle. I smile and walk over to our table in the cafeteria. Kenny looks up at us and gives us that "I know you guys fucked" look.

"Fags" cartman says before stealing Kenny's lunch. They argue a bit before kyle gets Kenny his student ID to get himself another lunch. Kenny takes it and runs over to the short lunch line.

I just stare at kyle a bit until cartman points it out.

"Jew. Stan wants to fuck you"

"I know" kyle says smirking at me.

I roll my eyes and steal a fry off of cartmans tray.

"And I will tonight." I smile at him.

"Yeah right"

"Watch me"

He pushes me playfully and I throw myself off of my chair.

"Oww kyle! I hurt my lip! Kiss my boo boo so it'll go away" I smile at him and point to my lip.

He laughs and turns to Kenny who just got back with his lunch. He grabbed his ID card back and shoved it in his pocket. But before Kenny can dig in, the bell rings letting us know that lunch was over. Kenny takes off his hood and shoves the food onto his mouth as quick as he can. Cartman cheers and bets 20 dollars that he'll puke.