Drown in my love (Stan x Kyle) (Style) (ZOMBIE AU)

Denial

"Fuck dude! Ya know, this would be so much easier if we had guns." Kenny huffed, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He'd tied his puffy orange jacket around his waist, his not so clean white tank top finally out in the open.

Kyle responded, "You've said that like fifty times already. I already said we don't have any."

"No, Kennys totally right. You guys should get some." Stan said, eyeing his reflection as they walked past one of the shop windows. He looked how he felt. Dirty and sweaty. It's not like Kyle's house didn't have a shower. Because it did. But ever since they left to clear out drownies, Kyle hadn't even thought of heading back.

Stan's not sure how because It was practically eighty degrees out. It was never this hot back in town.

Kyle chuckled, "If you can find some– which, you won't. Then go fucking crazy."

They'd been out for a while, clearing out the town, only ever seeing the occasional drownie scattering past, which Kyle was quick to take out with a blade.

If he had to be honest, he felt a little useless. And from what he could tell, Kenny felt the same way, giving Stan a glance that seemed to ask "Should we do something?" whenever Kyle went off.

He was thankful nonetheless. And maybe there was a small, tiny little part of him that liked when Kyle came back worn out. Like right now. When little pants came out from between Kyle's lips. He tried to hide them, covering his mouth with the back of his fingers.

It enticed Stan, although he's not sure why, but he took sneaky glances whenever he got the chance. He studied Kyle's face, the flush of his cheeks that reached the tip of his ears, the way his chest moved up and down as he slowly caught his breath. Maybe he got too eager, because green eyes flicked to Stans. Stan dropped his gaze as quick as he could, but he knew they'd caught each other's gaze. It was only for a second, but he knew he'd been caught.

His face grew with heat as he stared down, much too aware of Kyle's eyes on him. He stared down at his feet, focusing on his walk rather than the gaze baring into his head. He brought his left foot forward, dragging it out till he stepped on the concrete beneath, then he brought it back. Then proceeded to do the same with the right.

It went on for a little bit, just watching himself walk. Until something warm and soft grazed his forehead. Stan was surprised to find it to be the back of Kyle's hand.

Kyle pulled his hand away when Stan instinctively reeled at the touch. "Are you okay? You look red." He pointed out, motioning to Stan's face.

"Oh. Uhm-"

"You're not coming down with something, are you?" Kyle asked, frowning.

"I– No! No, I'm okay. It's just.. It's really hot." He said, A nervous chuckle curling in the back of his throat. Nervous? What did he have to be so nervous about? It wasn't wrong to be looking at a friend. That is if Kyle even considers him to be a friend. So why did Stanley feel like he committed a crime?

Well, maybe it's because he wasn't just looking. Maybe it's because he was staring. Studying.

"Yeah. Yeah, it can get pretty hot out. Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have brought us out here for so long. We'll head back, yeah?" Kyle said.

"I mean, only if you want to."

"Hey, Kenny!" Kyle gave a shout to the blonde who lagged behind, feigning interest in a sliver, beaded necklace plopped on a silk pillow in a shop window as if he hadn't been listening in to their conversation five seconds earlier.