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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Kyle_Broflovski/Stan_Marsh, Craig_Tucker/Tweek_Tweak
  Character:
      Kyle_Broflovski, Stan_Marsh, Wendy_Testaburger, Craig_Tucker, Tweek_Tweak
  Additional Tags:
      Love_Confessions, Miscommunication, Post-Break_Up, past_Stan_Marsh/Wendy
      Testaburger_-_Freeform, POV_Alternating, First_Kiss, Other_Additional
      Tags_to_Be_Added
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-31 Chapters: 1/4 Words: 1198
****** Does the Carpet match the Drapes? ******
by GlassyWishes
Summary
     You’re not best friends until everyone thinks you’re gay for each
     other. The only problem arises when it comes to light that you are
     actually gay for each other.
     Then everything starts to get messy.
Notes
     At long last, the style-spin off is officially alive. My friend has
     been most helpful in making sure everyone stays in character because
     I must confess writing Style is rather new to me.
See the end of the work for more notes
Feelings sucked; Stan understood that much during his adolescent life.
Emotions, expectations and encounters plagued his years in High School. His
life calmed down a little after Elementary School stopped throwing the really
weird shit South Park was known for. Still, that didn’t mean his life got
easier.
 
Relationships were still a pain. Especially when Stan understood that he liked
Kyle. Like, like liked.
 
Romantic like. Which he found out in the worst way possible. He liked Wendy.
That he wasn’t lying about. He enjoyed her presence (once he got over his
continuous puking nerves). They dated. On and off.
 
Maybe that wasn’t healthy, but give him a break. He grew up with pretty awful
role-models and representations of loving households. And to him, Wendy was
safe. She was stable. Most of the time. She was conscious of her place in the
world; she advocated for acceptance, she was outspoken and headstrong and Stan
admired her passion.
 
Thing was. He also admiredKyle’s equally fiery personality too.
 
And that sucked. Because that acknowledgement crept up to him. It wasn’t a
truckload of emotions that sprang up on him out of nowhere, but rather a
gradual process. When Wendy and Kyle interacted, Stan could understand the
reason for their continuous rivalry of sorts. They were so similar it hurt.
 
Wendy’s scolding blurred with Kyle’s. Kyle’s praises blurred with Wendy’s. Stan
was so fucking confused half the time.
 
It didn’t help that his hormones were out-of-whack. Growing up meant that he
had to deal with absolutely strangest wet dreams. He suffered through some
weird-ass shit, but the worst was definitely when Wendy with her devious and
sultry words transformed into Kyle’s bitchy attitude. And Stan was pretty sure
his hard-on wasn’t getting any softer.
 
That was a terrible thing to wake up to.
 
The first time it happened he chalked it up to his brain fumbling around. When
it happened the second and third time Stan could not ignore it. And at that
point, he decided to roll with it. No harm no foul right? As long as he kept it
on the down-low nothing bad could come out of it.
 
Boy was he fucking wrong.
 
Wendy had been flattening her tongue around the head of his dick, lightly
sucking the organ with her warm mouth and Stan panted. Twisting his hands into
her hair, he had no idea what was being spent out of his mouth as he pushed
himself slowly into his girlfriend.  It had been good, really good. She was
getting better and Stan was impressed. He thought about the idiom of ‘practice
makes perfect’ and Kyle’s voice rang in his mind as a response.
 
Bad move.
 
He thought about Kyle’s exasperation, his best friend’s mouth curling into
amusement. When Stan focused on that, he imagined on Kyle wrapping his shiny
lips around Stan’s penis and sucking the flesh, where words could no longer
escape the usually chatty teen, a tinge of smirk with a green gaze looking
through fine lashes.
 
Bad. Move.
 
He came hard. Wendy’s splutters echoed in his ear. Her indignant shriek, her
angry yelling as she wiped her mouth, reddened and spitting fire.
 
He said Kyle’s name. Of course, she was going to get mad.
 
 
                                       X
 
 
 
The breakup had been ugly. Really, really ugly.Public with yelling and pointing
fingers with private moments being put on full blast, everyone watching them
with sick fascination. Stan wanted them to shut up. Especially when they seemed
to be the talk of the town for a solid month until the next juicy piece of news
of a freshman getting knocked up by her teacher replaced their disaster
breakup.
 
That was a month ago. Now the two of them seemed to be at a truce. A shaky
truce to say the least, but it existed. If anything, she seemed more amused by
his situation than angry. He’d take that.
 
Stan had been throwing his football up and down for the last half an hour while
Kyle had been sitting at the desk, studying. His best friend was chugging down
an energy drink while penning his answers for an upcoming biology exam.
 
“Haven’t you studied enough?” Stan asked, gripping the football with some
strength. “I’m bored.”
 
“Entertain yourself. I’m busy.” Kyle snipped back.
 
“You’ve been busy for so long. It’s always exams. And if it’s not that, it’s
essays. What happened to your free time?” Stan worriedly frowned.
 
“Denver isn’t going to wait for me Stan. I need to think ahead.” Kyle
explained, words tinged with annoyance. “We can’t all be meatheads like you and
have a scholarship drop into your lap.”
 
“Hey, low blow man.” The grimace on Stan’s mouth tugged deeper. “I practice a
lot too.”
 
Kyle sighed before he massaged his forehead. “Okay, that was a bad example.
Sorry. I’m just really stressed. It’s just really fucking competitive over
there and I need to get every single mark.”
 
Stan dropped the ball on Kyle's bed, stretched his body before finally walked
towards his friend. “Hey dude, it’s alright. I get it.” He gripped the other
boy’s shoulders, rubbing his fingers into the smooth material Kyle wore. “Just,
you seriously are going to cramp your neck by hunching over so much. Hey,
stretch yourself once in a while.”
 
Kyle tensed under his touch. “Stan, what are you doing?” The tone was frantic
and piercing.
 
“Massaging the tension out of course. A cramped body is a cramped mind.” Stan
clarified, kneading the rigid tight-wire strain underneath his best friend’s
clothes. “Stay still.”
 
Kyle squirmed in his seat for a few seconds but obeyed in the end. Stan pressed
his hand into Kyle’s shoulder blades, squeezing the tension out as the red-head
made a few protesting noises from the pressure.
 
“Hush, it’s alright. If it hurts, it means it’s working.” Stan murmured into
Kyle’s ear and the black-haired boy felt the radiating heat emanate from the
seated boy’s face. 
 
“Look at Mr-Know-It-All.” Kyle bit back. “Do you even have credentials to back
up your statement?”
 
“I don’t need to be a cook to know if things taste bad,” Stan remarked. “I can
be a smart person too Kyle. You’re not the only smarty-pants in this town.”
 
“Yeah, because there’s only just me and maybe Wendy who are the only ones who
actually use their brain.” Kyle huffed out. “If you can count her.”
 
Stan sulked, “Hey I know Wendy and I ended things really badly but she still
doesn’t deserve to be shit-talked.”
 
“Aren’t you a gentleman Stan Marsh.” Kyle rolled his eyes. “Fine, sorry. But
you guys did really did blow things up really badly, you have to admit.”
 
Stan paused in his action. “Yeah, I know. I think it’s better now.” He
confessed.
 
“If you say so.” Kyle shrugged off Stan’s hands. “That’s enough. Thanks for the
impromptu massage.”
 
Stan swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah, no problem. Best friends have
each other’s back.”
 
Kyle smiled back. “Literally and figuratively.” The softness in the redhead's
voice had Stan fumbling around for a response with no such luck. Any words died
in his mouth, tasting like worry and regret.
 
He had it bad. Really, really bad.
End Notes
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