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Small rape scene in this chapter, nothing too graphic.
Stan and Kyle pairing.
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Kyle's lips were warm, but inside, Stan's heart felt like a block of ice. The blue eyed teen pushed him away. "What's wrong?" Kyle asked fearfully. "Nothing. I just don't feel like it tonight." Stan snapped. Kyle tried not to let his hurt and disappointment show, but it was hard. He swallowed. "Ok, we don't have to make out. We can play something on GameSphere." He suggested. Stan shook his head. "No. I don't feel like doing that either. Can we just sit here and watch TV?" He asked. "Sure." Kyle said. He started to move closer to Stan, but he placed his hands on his shoulders to stop him. "I just want to sit, not have you breathe down my neck." Kyle felt like he'd been slapped. He choked back his tears and scooted to the other end of the couch.
He sat stiffly while watching old Terrance and Philip reruns, but none of them made him laugh like they used to. He glanced at Stan out of the corner of his eye. He seemed irritated with him for some reason. Kyle wondered what he'd done wrong. He was pretty sure hadn't done or said anything lately to upset him. Maybe he did, and he just didn't know it. He wanted badly to ask Stan what was plaguing him, but he didn't want his head bitten off in the process.
Stan leaned back and closed his eyes. He was fed up. With his life, Kyle, everything. Not to mention that fact that he was pretty pissed off at his parents right now. That's why he was in such a bad mood tonight. He knew he had no right to take it out on Kyle, but he couldn't help it. He needed to vent some of his frustration and anger out on something, and he just happened to be handy. Stan had received the shitty news that they would be leaving South Park for good. Moving! He had no idea how to tell Kyle and he wasn't looking forward to it.
He opened his eyes and glanced at Kyle. Shit. He was crying. "Hey, come here." Stan said softly. He held out his hand and Kyle took it hesitantly. Stan pulled him close for a warm embrace and held him for a few minutes, breathing in Kyle's sweet aroma. His mouth found Kyle's and they kissed passionately for several seconds. "I'm sorry baby. I don't know what came over me." Stan said. Kyle's arms went around Stan's neck and he hugged him. "It's ok. Everyone has bad days."
Stan leaned Kyle back on the couch so he was on top of him. Kyle became more than a little apprehensive. During the 3 years they've been together, they never really made it past third base. But he trusted Stan. Speaking of which, he nipped at the redhead's neck, biting on the tender, young flesh. Not hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to make Kyle wince. He pulled Kyle's shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. Kyle waited in nervous anticipation while Stan trailed hot kisses down towards his stomach. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this. He'd never had sex before, much less gay sex.
"Stan," Kyle asked. "Have you- have you done this before?" he wanted him to say no, that he was his first.
Stan looked at him in disgust. "Of course. Who do you think you're talking to?" Kyle bit back a retort that was forming on his lips. He didn't like Stan's attitude one bit. He wanted to go home, but his parents were strict that no son or sons of theirs were to be home when they weren't. And they weren't home right now. Kyle started to resist as Stan fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. He just held Kyle's wrists together in one strong hand above his head and continued to unzip him. Kyle knew it was useless to struggle, being that Stan was definitely the stronger of the two, but he did it anyway.
Kyle's helplessness was really turning Stan on. He gripped his wrists tighter, causing the curly redhead to struggle even more. "Stop it. Just relax." Stan whispered into his ear. He'd managed to get the zipper undone. Now he was trying to get the jeans down over Kyle's squirming legs, but it was a tad bit difficult. "Quit fighting me, damn it!" Stan commanded. "Let me do this one thing. Let me have my pleasure." Kyle's body went limp as Stan latched on to the other boy's neck again. "Please, Stan. Don't do this. Not this way." Kyle whined.
Stan kept his grip on Kyle's wrists. "Stop being such a tease. You know you want this. The way you were coming on to me tonight."
"I do, but not like this. Please. Let's do this right. I want our first time to special." Kyle pleaded in vain.
"No. I've had it with your goody two shoes act. I've had it with your wanting to take things slow and steady. We've been taking it slow and steady for over 3 years now and we still haven't done this. Well, guess what baby. It's my turn to do things my way." Stan said as a strange, almost psychotic glint came over his eyes. Kyle was truly frightened by this metamorphosis in Stan. He never used to act this way. If he hadn't known any better, Kyle would've thought that he'd gone off the deep end. There were definitely some issues going on inside Stan's head, but Kyle had no idea what they were. He didn't know what brought about this abrupt change and he didn't like it. It scared him to death.
Stan had a firm grip on Kyle's erection and on instinct, his body stiffened. He would've enjoyed this if Stan weren't acting like a lunatic. He didn't care that he was causing Kyle major discomfort. All he wanted was to get off, he was so unbelievably horny. And he'd do anything to achieve release. Stan's arm was getting tired from holding onto Kyle's wrists, but it was necessary to keep him from escaping.
Stan managed to take off his clothes while keeping Kyle in his tight grip. He relished the feel of skin touching skin. Kyle's was so warm and soft. Kyle longed to embrace his boyfriend and kiss him the way he wanted to, but Stan was ruining a perfectly good moment. Kyle didn't respond as Stan's lips pressed against his. This angered him and he forced Kyle's mouth open with his tongue. He tried to turn his head away, but Stan forced it back with his other hand. He slid downwards on Kyle rubbed their hard ons together. Against his will, Kyle closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure.
Stan let go of Kyle's wrists and quickly pinned his arms against the couch. Kyle gasped in pain as Stan's length filled him completely. He tried struggling again, but once again, Stan was too strong for him. He didn't stop to let Kyle adjust to his size. He kept thrusting faster and harder, causing Kyle to cry out in agony. "Stan. It hurts. Please stop." He moaned. But he didn't. He continued his sexual assault and was oblivious to Kyle's pain. Stan kept seeing the hateful face of his parents as he attacked the poor boy. He kept hearing the same word over and over: Like an echo. Moving, moving, moving. Stan, we're moving. He plunged deeper and harder every time he heard it in his mind. He didn't care that Kyle was crying again. He was in more pain. Kyle didn't understand. He wasn't the one who had to leave.
He was relentless and rough. He ignored Kyle's screams and countless pleas for him to stop. By the time it was all over, Kyle was exhausted and his throat was sore. Not to mention the place between his legs. Stan pulled out, exhausted as well but for a different reason. He laid next to his discontented boyfriend and caressed his tear stained cheeks. It didn't give Kyle any comfort whatsoever. He was too angry with Stan to feel anything but.
"Was it good for you too?" Stan asked casually. Kyle blinked in astonishment and rage. How could Stan be so crass and insensitive after what he put him through? "What? How can you even ask me something like that?" He said tearfully. His voice cracked. "I would've enjoyed it more if you hadn't been such an asshole about the whole thing." Stan sat up and stared down at his green eyed friend. "I can't believe you. You wanted this as much as I did." Now he was starting to get mad. "You sure do send out some mixed signals." Kyle sat up. He gathered up his clothes and sat on the loveseat on the other side of the living room. He furiously pulled on his clothes, socks and shoes.
"Where are you going?" Stan demanded. He didn't know why Kyle was getting so upset. He'd only done what they both wanted. Right?
"You just don't get it, do you Stan?" Kyle growled. "I've waited patiently for what we just did. Or for what you just did to me. You had to ruin it for us, for me. Like I said before, I wanted our first time to be special and romantic, but no. I couldn't have that either. You spoiled everything. Thanks very much." Kyle said sarcastically.
He stood up and headed for the door. Stan just stared at him, still not getting what Kyle had told him. "I thought you loved me, Stan. If you did, you would've wanted it to be special, too. I know I used to love you, but now I'm not so sure. I don't even know who you are these days." His hand was on the doorknob, ready to slip out and never look back. "When you grow up, call me. Otherwise, I never want to see your face again." He hated for it to end like this, but Stan had brought on himself. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life with someone who ignored his pain and suffering and never did want he wanted to do once in a while.
"You're dumping me?" Stan asked indignantly. "Yeah. I guess you could say that." Kyle refused to break down in front of Stan. "Fine." Stan said shortly. He got up and disappeared from the living room. Kyle waited, curious as to what he was doing. He returned a moment later with Kyle's backpack full of clothes for the weekend sleepover. "Here's your shit. Now you can leave." He didn't know why Stan was so mad and telling him to get out. Kyle searched his face for any signs of remorse or second thoughts. He saw none. All he saw were cold hard eyes staring back at him.
Numbness had settled in. Kyle lowered his head in defeat. He bent and picked up his bag. He slipped soundlessly out the door and shut the door behind him.
Against his better judgment, he turned to look back at the house. Stan was watching him from the front living room window, with the curtains pulled back. Kyle resisted the urge to go back. It was he who should call him back. It was Stan who should apologize. But he didn't.
Kyle slightly limped along, due to the soreness between his legs. He didn't know where to go. He couldn't go home to an empty house. His parents would kill him. He thought for a fleeting moment and made the turn to his house.
Kyle knocked on the door and waited impatiently for someone to answer. Kenny finally opened the door, looking cute in a pair of cutoff shorts and a rumpled red t shirt. He didn't look at all surprised to see him.
"Kyle." Kenny smiled. "I'm glad you came." Was his simple statement as he took Kyle by the hand and pulled him inside.