Drunk Hearts

(Drunken) Revelations

The group had played a few rounds of truth or dare, getting even drunker as the night went on. Kenny, near blacking out, was cut off by Butters, though they still played the game. Stan was very drunk, slurring his words and couldn't stay still. He kept leaning on Kyle to keep his balance. Kyle didn't stop him, being pretty drunk himself. Clyde had left the game to make out with some chick, and Tolkien had fallen asleep.

"Stannn, truth or dare?" Kenny piped up, trying to focus his gaze.

"Dare," he smirked.

"I dare you to kiss Kyle."

And there it is. They had to have known that dare was going to come sooner or later, but they had expected it from Cartman, who had erupted in seemingly homophobic laughter at the dare.

Cartman secretly liked the thought of Stan and Kyle together, they seemed to fit perfectly. He would never admit that, though.

Stan's face turned bright red, as did Kyles. Everyone was watching now, even Wendy, to see if he would actually go through with it.

Stan looked into Kyle's eyes, before grunting, "fuck it."

He grabbed Kyle's cheeks, which were warm and soft, and brought his lips against his own. Since both of them were drunk, they both sank into it. Kyle tasted like the seltzer he had been sipping on, while Stan tasted like the vodka he'd been downing. Kyle raised his palm against Stan's face, pulling him closer. The kiss was soft, but passionate, and the world had stopped for just a moment.

Cartman gagged, "alright that's enough! I'm gonna puke!"

Stan and Kyle quickly parted, both faces looking like they had been in the sun too long. Wendy had stomped off sometime during the kiss, Bebe following. Kenny was cheering way too loudly, before getting the urge to throw all of the alcohol he consumed up. He darted towards the bathroom, tugging Butters along.

"Oh great, we just lost four people thanks to your gayness," Cartman sighed, "guess the game is over."

"There's still five of us," Kyle said, trying to take the attention away from what just happened.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna play with you fags."

"Gah!" Tweek twitched.

"Shut your fat ass up before I punch you in the dick," Craig growled, holding on to Tweek tightly to make sure he didn't panic from the coke he took earlier. Cartman mumbled a "whatever" and stormed off to who knows where.

Craig tended to Tweek, who never responded well to that word, bringing him to a dark corner to calm him down. Soon, it was just Stan and Kyle, alone on the couch.

It was already 2am at that point, and a lot of the people had either gone home or crashed somewhere. It was a lot quieter, and Kyle could hear his own heartbeat racing.

"So," Stan broke the silence, "that was fun."

Kyle chuckled, wondering if he meant the game or the kiss. Either way, Kyle responded, "yeah, it was."

Stan was staring at Kyle now, no sobriety to tell him to stop. He traced his features with his eyes. His hair was a bit longer, not caring enough to cut it. Not too long, especially since it was super curly, but enough to notice a difference. His nose was hooked, but it was cute. His jaw was sharp, and he wanted to hold it. He wasn't aware, but he had unconsciously did.

"Uh, Stan?" Kyle asked, Stan's hand on his face.

"Kyle, can we talk? Alone?" Stan said, taking his hand away, but slower this time.

Kyle nodded, unsure of what was going to happen. He was scared. What if Stan was going to say he hated the kiss? What if this puts a riff in their friendship? What if Stan says he doesn't like him that way?