Smut warning!!
Kyle woke up with Stan snuggled up to him in his childhood bed. He checked the alarm clock on the nightstand. 6:30 in the morning.
He got up carefully so he wouldn't wake Stan. He snuck out of the room and down the hall. He knocked on Ike's bedroom door.
Ike opened it. He was barely getting out of bed.
"What do you want? I'm getting ready for school."
"Why were you at Stan's party on Saturday?"
"Why were you?"
"I'm an adult. You're seventeen."
"You're not old enough to drink though," Ike said.
"I will be in like a week."
"Don't tell mom and dad I was there. I'll tell them you kissed Stan."
"They won't give a fuck. Didn't you hear what dad did with Randy in the hot tub that one time?"
"Please don't tell them, Kyle. Mom will kill me."
"Fine, I won't. You can't come to my friend's parties though."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my little brother. It's weird."
"Fine. Stan's party was way better than high school parties though."
"How would you know? You and Tricia hid in the garage the whole time."
Ike stared at him.
"Kyle," Stan came up behind him. He rubbed his eyes. "Can we go back to my barn?"
"You two had a sleepover?" Ike asked.
"We have sleepovers all the time," Kyle said.
"Y'all fucking?" Ike asked.
"That's inappropriate," Kyle said.
Stan's cheeks turned red.
"Look at Stan blush," Ike laughed.
"Let's go, Stan," Kyle said.
Stan followed Kyle out of the door and into his car.
"Good morning, by the way," Kyle said.
"Good morning," Stan said.
Kyle touched his cheek. He leaned in.
Shiela walked out of the front door.
"Kyle!"
Kyle rolled down the car window.
"Am I interrupting something, boys?"
"No, mom."
Stan's cheeks were red again.
"You didn't tell me goodbye," she said.
"I thought you left for work. Goodbye."
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Just to Stan's house. Does it really matter? I'm an adult, mom."
"You're still under my roof, Kyle."
"Okay, mom."
"Bye, bubby."
"Bye, mom."
"Bye, Mrs. Broflovski," Stan said.
Kyle pulled out of the driveway.
"She almost saw us kiss," said Stan.
"I don't think she's gonna care if we're dating, Stan."
"Are we dating?"
Kyle shrugged. He drove back to Stan's barn.
Stan went in and opened the door to the garage.
On the ground laid his acoustic guitar, smashed.
"Fuck," Stan said.
"Ah, shit dude, I'm sorry," Kyle said.
"We don't know that it was Ike," Stan said. "It could've been anyone."
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Kyle pulled him into a hug.
"I don't think anyone else was out here. Don't you have a doorbell camera on the garage door?"
Stan nodded, "My dad got security cameras all over our property."
"Let me see your phone," Kyle said.
Stan handed it to him. Kyle looked through the footage from Saturday night.
"There," Kyle said. "My little brother drunk off his ass destroying your guitar."
"It's not a big deal," Stan said.
"It is a big deal," Kyle said. "I'll be back."
He put Stan's phone in his pocket. He picked up the guitar and got back in his car.
"Kyle, where are you going?" Stan asked
"I'm going to kick my little brothers ass."
"Can't I go with you?"
"Nope, I'll take care of it, Stan. You just relax."
"Kyle!"
Kyle peeled out of the driver and down the dirt road. He sped a little back to his house to make sure he'd catch Ike before he left for school.
He rushed into the house with the guitar.
"Kyle, what's the matter with you?" Shiela asked. "Is that Stan's guitar?"
"Yeah, Ike destroyed it. He snuck out Saturday night to Stan's party and got drunk and destroyed his guitar."
"What what what?!"
Kyle pulled up the video on his phone.
"See mom, there he is, destroying Stan's guitar."
"IKE!" Shiela shouted.
Ike took a couple steps down the stairs. He glanced at the broken guitar.
"Shit," he said.
"Ike! You're grounded! You know better than to be sneaking out! And drinking! Something could've happened to you! And you destroyed somebody's property!"
"Kyle was there drinking too!" Ike protested.
"Kyle, you know better too," Shiela said.
"Ma, I'm almost old enough to drink."
"Ike, you are going to apologize to Stanley and buy him a new guitar, do you understand me?"
"Fine, but mom, Kyle and Stan kissed at that party and they're together or something!" Ike said.
"I don't care," Shiela said. "I know Kyle's liked him for years. Why do you think he's never brought a girl around?"
"Damnit," Ike groaned.
"Ha! I told you she wouldn't care," Kyle said. He wore a smug look.
"You're just a fucking tattletale!" Ike shouted at him.
"Well, you're a brat and you ruined something that's important to Stan. You made him cry, you know?"
"Aw, boohoo, Kyle's boyfriend is sad," Ike teased.
"Shut up, brat!"
"You shut up!" Ike said.
"I'll kill you," Kyle said.
"Boys, stop it now or I'm taking both of your car keys," Sheila warned. "This isn't like you to be fighting like this."
Kyle gave Ike a stink face. Ike stuck his tongue out.
"I'm going to school," Ike said. He grabbed his book bag and keys and walked out of the door.
Shiela sighed.
"Uh, I guess I'll go back to Stan's now," Kyle said.
"Not so fast, sit," Shiela said. She patted the spot next to her on the couch.
Kyle groaned. He sat next to her.
"So what's the deal?" Shiela asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You and Stan?"
"The thing Ike is talking about was just a dare."
"Then what about whatever I walked into earlier?"
Kyle shrugged, "I don't know. We just like each other."
"Well, you need to make sure you're being safe, bubby."
"Ew, mom, I know," Kyle grimaced.
"Aw my little Kyle's got himself a boyfriend," Sheila smiled. "You're growing up so fast."
"Mom, he's not my boyfriend."
"What is he then?"
"We're still super best friends until I ask him to be my boyfriend. I'm kind of scared though."
"What are you scared of?"
"What if we break up and then I lose our friendship too?" Kyle sighed.
"That's a risk you'll have to take if you want to be with him. Follow your heart, bubby."
"Thanks, mom. I should go though. I'm sure Stan probably wants his phone back."
"Have fun, Kyle."
Kyle drove back to Stan's barn. Stan sat outside on the porch steps.
"Here," Kyle handed Stan his phone.
"Oh, thanks. What happened?"
"Ike's in huge trouble. My mom is making him buy you a new guitar and she knows about us now."
"Really? Was she mad?"
"No, she said she could tell that I liked you."
Stan sighed.
"What's the matter?"
"I needed that guitar for band practice tonight. We don't think Butters is gonna show."
"Because of the whole Kenny homewrecking scandal?" Kyle asked.
"Kenny didn't know he was dating somebody."
The whir of an atv caught Stan's attention.
"God damnit," he said. "That's probably my dad on his way out here."
A couple of minutes later, Randy appeared.
"Hey boys, want to help out today?"
"Not really," Stan said.
"I'll pay you, Kyle," Randy said.
"What about me?" Stan asked.
"I let you live here, Stan."
Stan groaned, "I have to do stuff for the band today."
"I'll help you, Mr. Marsh," Kyle said.
"Alright, meet me out in the field in ten minutes."
Randy drove away.
"Kyle," Stan whined.
"What?"
"Don't you want to hang out with me today?"
"I could use the extra money."
Stan grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.
"I don't want you to go though."
"You could come out and work too."
"I don't feel like it."
Kyle sighed. He kissed Stan.
"Please just stay in here with me," Stan said. He gave Kyle his best puppy eyes.
"No, Stan. What are you going to do when I have to leave back to college?"
"I'll just go with you."
"You can't stay in my dorm."
"I'll be your roommate instead of what's his face."
"You have to be a student there to live in the dorms."
"We can live off campus together."
"With what money? Stan, you have to be realistic."
"I don't want to think about it. What if you find somebody better in college?"
Kyle grabbed Stan's chin. He forced his eyes to meet his.
"Stan, there is nobody else for me. You're the only person I want. I've gone to college three years and I haven't even made any friends because you're the only one I care about."
Stan kissed him hard. Kyle kissed him back. Kyle's hand found Stan's ass and gripped it.
"I love you, Kyle."
Kyle's cheeks felt a little warm.
"I love you too, Stan."
Stan locked the door. He had a mischievous look in his eyes.
"What?" Kyle questioned.
"Well we've got about eight minutes. Sit down."
"Why? What are you up to?"
Kyle sat on the couch.
Stan kneeled on the ground in front of him.
"Stan?"
"Kyle?" Stan raised an eyebrow.
"How am I supposed to go and work with your dad after you do something like this to me?"
"He won't know. You're already hard anyway, just let me take care of it."
"Well, what about you?"
"Don't worry about me."
Stan pulled down his shorts and rubbed him through his boxers. He tried not to let Kyle know how nervous he was.
Kyle tugged down his waistband far enough for his length to pop out.
Stan held it at the base. He put the tip into his mouth and sucked.
"Fuck, Stan. That's good, keep going."
Stan worked at a steady pace.
Kyle grabbed his hair and shoved himself into his throat.
Stan's eyes watered. Kyle kept at this new pace until his cum trickled down Stan's throat. Stan swallowed it down as Kyle pulled out.
Kyle wiped the runaway tears from Stan's cheeks and the drool from his lips.
"Where'd you learn how to do that? Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No, I tell you everything. I just practiced."
"On who?"
"Nobody. Just on penis shaped things."
"Was I too rough on you?" Kyle asked.
"I'm okay," Stan said.
Kyle kissed his forehead.
"I gotta get out there now," he said.
"Alright."
Stan was hoping his kind gesture would be enough to convince Kyle to hang out with him all day. No such luck.