Drunk Hearts

Confessions

The movie had ended, and both Stan and Kyle had sank even deeper into the couch and into each other. As the credits were rolling, Kyle shuffled up from his position to turn the TV off.

To be completely honest, Kyle wasn't paying much attention to the movie anyway. He found himself thinking about Stan's legs on his, and how he wanted so desperately to be in his arms. He thought about the night of the party.

"Hey Stan?"

"Yeah Ky?"

That damn nickname.

"Did you mean it?"

Stan sat up, looking a bit confused, "did I mean what?"

Kyle tried his best to get the words to come out, fearing for the worst response, "what you said. At the party."

Stan racked his brain for a moment, then remembered. His cheeks quickly became flushed, and he looked down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. He only spoke about this twice to Kyle, and both times he was drunk. He had never admitted it sober.

"Yeah," Stan spoke so quietly, Kyle could barely hear it, "yeah I did."

Kyle formed a slight smile, glancing over at Stan who was still looking down. He moved closer to him, forcing Stan's blue eyes to look at him.

I'm in love with you too, he thought to himself, not being able to speak the words. His throat clenched, and his heartbeat was racing. Why was he so anxious about this? Why couldn't he confess too? What was holding him back?

Instead of saying anything, Kyle leaned in slowly, eyes locking. After almost losing Stan, Kyle felt more compelled to keep him close, thinking it's now or never. The future is never promised, and he'd regret it for the rest of his life if he never went through with his feelings. He grabbed Stan's jaw with one hand, and delicately touched lips.

Fully sober, Stan could fully appreciate the moment. His heart fluttered at high speeds, and placed his hand on the back of Kyle's neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Kyle's lips were soft and tasted like the Sprite he had been sipping on, lemon lime racing through his tastebuds. Kyle opened his mouth a bit, enough for Stan to slip his tongue in. He explored his mouth, taking in everything. Every inch, every second.

Kyle was extremely grateful he had skipped class. The warmth of Stan's mouth on his made the world stop spinning. His other hand was placed on Stan's chest, feeling the quick beating of his heart. He swirled his tongue around Stan's, tasting the remnants of strawberries. He had leaned down, Stan following suit, and rested his head on the armrest. Stan was on top of him, and the butterflies in his stomach flurried.

Almost as if it was planned, Kenny burst through the door, "hey I'm on my break and wanted to check in- holy fuck!"

The boys jumped off of each other, looking at Kenny like two deer in headlights, with beet-red faces and swollen lips.

"Uh," Kenny started laughing hysterically, "remind me not to come home during my breaks anymore."

"We were just watching a movie," Stan said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kenny looked at the black screen, and then back at Stan, "the TV's off."

Stan blushed immensely as he opened his mouth to speak, but no words were coming out. Kenny wandered over to the kitchen, and began to make himself a sandwich. 

"Y'all were gonna bone eventually, everyone can see it," he said muffled between bites.

"We were not boning!" Kyle preached. Kenny just gave him a slight mhm in response. Kyle and Stan looked at each other, red and confused. All of a sudden, Stan burst into laughter. Kyle tilted his head, wondering what was so funny. Stan didn't say anything, he just kept laughing. Kenny caught a look at Stan, and began laughing too. Kyle was getting redder by the second, god what was so funny?

"Kenny, you dick!" Stan managed as he clutched his stomach. Kenny kept laughing.

"What is so funny?" Kyle hollered.

Stan and Kenny stopped laughing for a moment, but once they looked at each other, they couldn't hold it in. Kyle was getting really annoyed at this point.

"Did Stan tell you what he, Butters, and I talked about in the bathroom at the party?" Kenny spewed. It was like Kenny and Stan had their own telepathic language, and all it took was a glance.

"No?" Kyle spat, looking at Stan who was calming down, trying his best to regain his breath.

Kenny giggled, "he's a fucking idiot. He wanted to bone you that night, but got all flustered and threw up because he can't handle his feelings."

"I did not say that!" Stan interrupted.

"But you didn't deny it," Kenny smirked, "anyway, the bastard has been pining over you for years. He told me he confessed his feeling to you, and got all bubbly in the stomach like he did with Wendy when we were kids, and threw up. He wouldn't stop talking about you. How much he liked you, your hair, your skin, your smile, all the dumb lovey-dovey shit. He talked about you until he fell asleep, on the bathroom floor."

Kyle looked towards Stan, who now had his face in his hands. Kenny did not have to go saying all of that. He was thoroughly embarrassed. 

"I gotta get back to work, don't have too much fun," Kenny winked as he grabbed the rest of his sandwich and walked out the door.

The room was quiet. Stan held his face, trying to keep the blushing at a minimum.

"Stan..." Kyle finally piped up.

"Do not say anything," Stan mumbled through his palms.

"Stan," Kyle repeated, a bit more confident this time. He walked closer, grabbing Stan's hands and pulling them away from his face, forcing him to look at him, "go out with me."

Stan looked at him with a stunned expression, "what?"

"I said, go out with me. Be my boyfriend."

A wide grin grew on Stan's face, stretching from ear to ear. It was the biggest smile Kyle had seen on Stan in a really long time. He grabbed Kyle's face and planted a kiss on his lips.

"I'll take that as a yes," Kyle smiled back.

"Yes, Kyle Broflovski, yes."

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