South Park: BUT HORNIER (One-shots)

Style #1 (pt.1): HARD Time Sleeping

Artist credit: @ eatbabiesØ on X

NOTE: I don't know if I made it clear enough before, so warning: this is smut !! All chapters will be, unless otherwise requested and noted :d

Pairing: Stan & Kyle
Synopsis: Dirty thoughts keep Stan awake as he lays beside his best friend at a sleepover.
Words: 1,600+
** Bold marks when the smut begins.

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Stan takes shallow breaths, squeezing his eyes shut, willing himself to fall asleep so his suffering will cease. But it's difficult to ignore the persistent beating in his chest, how overheated his body feels despite him having kicked off his side of the blankets, the sweat prickling at the nape of his neck and underarms.. and the pulse coming from in between his legs.

He winces at the sensation and slips his hand down to his hips, pulling a little at his pajama pants and boxers, trying to relieve the tightness and discomfort. Then, huffing in frustration, he turns so he can get a sip of water from his bottle on the nightstand.

The alarm clock next to it reads 2:45am. That means that Kyle had fallen asleep well over an hour ago, meanwhile Stan's still awake, unable to get his fucking erection to go away.

He frowns, regretting not having made an excuse to get out of hanging out earlier when Kyle had asked. Stan knew that having the other boy over, especially at night, was probably a bad idea, considering his mind as of late...

It had started out with just a few weird thoughts here and there. Like sometimes, when he'd glance over at his best friend, he would catch himself looking a little longer than necessary.

He would notice the light freckles on Kyle's shoulders, the soft lines of his stomach, exposed at the beach, the awesome curve that extended from below his back whenever he wore fitted jeans.

God, Bebe was so right about him having a great ass- Stan pinches his nose, reminding himself who he's thinking these things about. Not one of the girls, Wendy, for example, but his best friend of over a decade, someone he'd known since they were toddlers.

Anyways, what had started off as a few, odd looks here and there, and a couple of passing dirty thoughts, had continuously grown more and more intense. More than once, he'd woken up distressed, breathing haggard, realizing guiltily that the stickiness in his underwear was from unconscious images of Kyle.

He would shrug it off to himself as just hormones or a phase, but, truthfully, the deep, carnal, longing in his core was gnawing at him every day, slowly driving him insane. He needed relief...

Lost in thought, he had turned back over, facing towards Kyle's back. From the soft, dim light which shone through the window, he can make out his loose curls, strewn messily over Stan's pillow, the hem of the thin blanket tucked up to his chin, and the slope of his shoulder beneath it.

Stan smiles, enjoying the steady hum of their breathing. He calms down a little, focusing on listening to the soft sleeping noises Kyle emits.

Not thinking, he leans forward, nestling his face into Kyle's hair, and wraps his arms snugly around the other boy's waist, making their bodies entirely flush to each other.

He's comfortable for a moment before the contact down there crosses his mind, and he shifts backward lightning quick while cursing his thoughts.

"Stanley?" Kyle suddenly questions him sleepily, just barely raising his head, still turned the other way.

Stan freezes and goes dead silent, his head spinning, a hundred thoughts coursing through but not one of them coherent. Somehow, all that comes out of his mouth is.. a squeak.