Fireworks

Fireworks
By DeadKenny (deadkenny508@hotmail.com)

WARNING: Rated R for language, and implied sex. One-shot and short.

PAIRING: Stan/Kyle.

This fic is from Kyle’s POV.

DISCLAIMER: If Stan and Kyle belonged to me, I would be a rich and happy man. Unfortunately, they don’t and I’m not. Dammit.

BOOM.

The fireworks exploding over our heads. The majestic illuminations spilling across the darkened sky. None of them could ever even compare to the fireworks that I felt inside me whenever Stan was around.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, Kyle?” The black-haired beauty murmured, his head resting lovingly upon my right shoulder, and my arm flung across his back. It was our anniversary tonight and we were spending it by watching the fireworks. It WAS July 4th, after all.

“Yeah, beautiful.” I answer, shifting my gaze over from the splendor of the explosion-lit sky to the butterflies-inducing hue of his perfect eyes. “Not as much as you are, however.”

Stan grinned, and kissed me. I closed my eyes, and kissed him back.

His breath smelled of Cherries. Unusual, for I had kissed him before and the scent was new. It was still nice, though, and I moaned, my boyfriend grinning as I did so, and, pushing me onto my back on the roof, thrust his hips against mine suggestively, our members separated by our usual winter coats and the clothes we had on beneath them.

I pushed him off me, and laughed. “Fuck, you’re starting to be like Kenny.”

Stan simply laughed. The fireworks continued booming above our heads, but neither of us cared at all. We were in our own little world, right then. Lost in each other’s eyes.

“Happy 4th of July, Stan.”

“You, too, Kyle.”

“Happy 1 year anniversary also.”

“As to you, Kyle, love.”

That night, in the sanctity of my bedroom, with my parents out all night at a party and thus not home to bother us, Stan and I made our own fireworks.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

THE END.

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