South Park One shots!

Stan X Kyle // Request 5 // Dancing in Style 1!

"Kyle! Dude! Wait up!" shouts Stan as he tried to catch up to Kyle, taking big leaps and fast jogs around small logs, twigs and other bush. Puffing heavily when he reached Kyle, he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, why'd you leave?" asked Stan when he got he was able to reach his breathing. Kyle looked away, his pale, soft hands clenched and then suddenly swung back and forth in anger.

"you know why! That fat bastard won't shut up about me being Jewish!" roars Kyle, marching further away from Stan, down the road track. Kyle just couldn't handle it anymore, he couldn't handle Cartman insulting his mother, his heritage and his Canadian brother no more. Kyle didn't regret punching Cartman in the face, but the echoes of Eric's evil ego swarm his mind, That piercing voice, and that spoilt temperament. There was already a headache forming in kyle's head, for 17 years, all he heard was insults, all he received was a pain in many packages yet when Stan's fingers wrapped around his skin made him suddenly forget why he was so angry, why he was so sad and confused. It made Kyle not happy but numb, almost an escape. Kyle eventually stopped with his exhausted legs. Felt numb when his emerald eyes met at Stan's hand, that wrapped around his wrist. Kyle traced Stan's arm all the way up moreover regarded Stan, staring in his deep blue eyes.

"Kyle? Deep breaths" whispers Stan gently in the summer air, against Kyle's ear yet It didn't take much effort to see kyle's warm breath in the air, It was always cold in the mountains and the warmth between them kept them sane."Kyle, so what? Your Jewish, I'm am atheist... Religion doesn't matter anymore... Let it go... You got to let it go... I know Cartman sucks but letting him have the better of you is the worst thing imaginable, trust me" Stan took a pause and sighs. 

"we'll be camping out here for a few days and I mean, we are all expecting Cartman to be a total ass towards us... But, we are all friends, let's just have fun" Stan tried to persuade the ginger as best he could but he wanted to help Kyle because he saw the pain in his gentle eyes and the sensitivity in his heart and the passion in his soul, it was like a wisk of flame was burning the boys skinny frame... The boy with wild ginger hair only nodded, silent as he looked away, the flames dimming but Stan could only take what he could see, so, Stan nodded.

"alright... Okay, Stan" Kyle mumbled, looked at Stan and then rested his head on Stan's chest, closing his green eyes, small little whiffs against Stan's scent, The smell tobacco and fresh integrity engraved in with the wool of his brown, winter jacket. entangled, held together and caressed over the sunset sky...

They got back to the camp in one piece. Altogether, the friend group of four; Kenny, Cartman, Stan and Kyle lounge around the fire that danced with fuel. Bright orange flicks and licks of mixed colors of warmth. Owls hooted in the night while stars twinkled with charm and the fire crackles. Smores roasted and cheesypoofs with beer and soda consumed. The night tries to blink away but couldn't when Kyle did not tire. The boy with eyes of forever lasting, lush green, the green shade that grew in abandoned sheds, the moss that grows without anyone noticing it. Green like the nature and green like the money that his 'heritage greeds over' but his shades of green turn dull. Minutes wasted on staring at the ceiling of his tent. It didn't take long before everyone slept. Kyle with Kenny and Stan with Cartman. But still did the night not slip away nor wink beyond. Kyle remained awake and Stan drunk beer near the fire with his addiction, drunk until he felt something that he couldn't reach unless with kyle, a spark. When he bored with looking at the flames that carried mankind, he rose and he walked to Kyle's tent and unzips it slowly. Peeking in he had finally smiled at Kyle and offered his hand, offering it to walk through the snow-filled fields. Kenny slept asleep also hearing his loud snores giving the boys a single to rise. When Kyle looked at Stan's fleshy hand and then at his blue eyes and with those oceanic dream portals, Kyle was convinced and took his lover's palm and then not in vain as Stan took him away into the forest. They ran deep until satisfied and held each other in an embrace once again. Stan smirks and slow danced with Kyle under the stars that did not wink beyond. Silence washed over them. Cold air blew past them. Crickets sang for them and Kyle felt himself slip away in a peaceful spirit. 'I love you...' Kyle wanted to say, but he couldn't. It was against him to say it. Stan, on the other hand, couldn't think but once his fingers slide down Kyle's bare arms, exposed to the cold, he found bumps and long marks along his wrists. Suddenly warmth and slow dancing with only slow style didn't last anymore. Kyle was covered instead with shame, not in peace as he was covered in Stan's worry and covered in defects.

"Dude! What is this?" asked Stan, frightened with worry and tears in his eyes, Kyle looked down and shook his head fast in worry. "Kyle, answer me..." Stan murmured weakly at his lover in pain, he held him firm again. He didn't know what love was until now when he hugged Kyle close, stroking that wild hair. "Kyle" sobs Stan softly in the cold air.

".... You said... That I need to do whatever to cope" whispers Kyle in a shaky breath. "so I did... I tried to cope" Kyle sobs himself and cried in Stan's firm chest.

"babe... Not like this... Not like this, Kyle..." Stan said softly and pulled away, holding Kyle's cheeks. "I love you... I love you, I do... Please don't harm yourself again like that" begs Stan, holding kyle's cheeks again. Looking into each other's eyes with the moon draped over them, they felt almost real but when Kyle couldn't answer, Stan covered kyle's face in kisses and felt guilt wrap over himself. "I love you Kyle" whispers Stan, dancing gradually into the night with his hurt lover.

"Stan... I love you too" whispers Kyle. Breaking down in tears that he wanted to cry for 17 years... "I promise, not again... not again...."