Staying out of Trouble
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Category:
+S through Z › South Park › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,635
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own South Park, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Staying out of Trouble
A.N.-Just a little scenario I've had in my head for awhile. Might continue, most likely this is just for kicks cause I can totally see it happening. :)
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"This stuff is good this time right? Not like that shit he gave you last time right?" Kyle scrutinized as Stan as they got into his car. "Cause that shit was fucking raunchy."
"Fuck you, this is good shit." Stan tossed the bag of pot over.
Kyle smelled it, "Yeah, I guess it's fine."
"Where are we going? I do not want to get fucked by the police like Cartman." He started the car and the guitar hero soundtrack blared to life.
Kyle looked out the window, thinking, it was hard to keep finding places to get high in such a small town. "Why don't we just go to that one parking lot, we probably won't get caught or anything, plus it's almost dark."
When they got there it was completely dark and the parking lot was deserted except for a few cars. They lit up.
"See I told you this was good shit." Stan said.
Kyle couldn't really argue, "Yeah, whatever, just don't let him screw you over again."
"Oh shit, is that cop coming over here?" Stan started to panic.
"You're just being paranoid."
"No, shit man he's totally parking, oh fuck we're screwed!"
"He probably just wants a burger or something. Fat ass."
"No he's totally getting out. Oh god, what do we do?"
"Oh shit!" Kyle looked for someplace to get rid of the evidence, "Is he coming?"
"Take off you're shirt!"
"What the fuck?" Kyle looked at Stan.
"Just take off you're fucking shirt!! Quick he's coming!"
Kyle threw the pot in the back and stripped off his shirt, now too panicked and high to care.Stan slipped his hand down Kyle's pants and pulled him into a forceful kiss. The police officer came up and knocked on the window, they looked up to see his shocked and embarrassed expression.
Stan rolled down the window, "Yes officer?" he breathed heavily, praying to god the police officer didn't notice the lingering sent of pot.
The police officer stuttered, "Umm ah, everything alright here boys?"
"Yeah, everything's fine."
"Um, ok then, be safe." His face turned a bright red as Stan's hand rubbed against Kyle's crotch, causing him to let out a little groan.
He left, way too embarrassed at walking in on them to get them in trouble.
"Oh my fucking god that was close." Stan sighed and looked over at Kyle, realizing his hand was still down his friend's pants, "Fuck man! Are you fucking hard! You fag!" He pulled his hand out and scooted away from him.
"No I'm not fucking hard, fuck you!" He said as his pulled his shit back on, blushed tinted the cheeks of both boys.
Stan realized this was probably the most awkward moment of his young life.
"Besides I wasn't the fucking fag that suggested that! Did you really have to shove you tongue down my throat?"
"I didn't want to get caught, I wasn't expecting you to enjoy it!" Stan accused.
Kyle glared, "I wasn't fucking expecting to enjoy it either!" Stan's eye's opened wide in shock, and immediatly Kyle regretted what he said.
They sat there starring at each other for a few minutes.
"You are such a fag." Stan said, leaning over and kissing Kyle. Kyle kissed back this time, they deeped the kiss and pulled each other closer, having to clue what they were doing and not really giving a shit.
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"This stuff is good this time right? Not like that shit he gave you last time right?" Kyle scrutinized as Stan as they got into his car. "Cause that shit was fucking raunchy."
"Fuck you, this is good shit." Stan tossed the bag of pot over.
Kyle smelled it, "Yeah, I guess it's fine."
"Where are we going? I do not want to get fucked by the police like Cartman." He started the car and the guitar hero soundtrack blared to life.
Kyle looked out the window, thinking, it was hard to keep finding places to get high in such a small town. "Why don't we just go to that one parking lot, we probably won't get caught or anything, plus it's almost dark."
When they got there it was completely dark and the parking lot was deserted except for a few cars. They lit up.
"See I told you this was good shit." Stan said.
Kyle couldn't really argue, "Yeah, whatever, just don't let him screw you over again."
"Oh shit, is that cop coming over here?" Stan started to panic.
"You're just being paranoid."
"No, shit man he's totally parking, oh fuck we're screwed!"
"He probably just wants a burger or something. Fat ass."
"No he's totally getting out. Oh god, what do we do?"
"Oh shit!" Kyle looked for someplace to get rid of the evidence, "Is he coming?"
"Take off you're shirt!"
"What the fuck?" Kyle looked at Stan.
"Just take off you're fucking shirt!! Quick he's coming!"
Kyle threw the pot in the back and stripped off his shirt, now too panicked and high to care.Stan slipped his hand down Kyle's pants and pulled him into a forceful kiss. The police officer came up and knocked on the window, they looked up to see his shocked and embarrassed expression.
Stan rolled down the window, "Yes officer?" he breathed heavily, praying to god the police officer didn't notice the lingering sent of pot.
The police officer stuttered, "Umm ah, everything alright here boys?"
"Yeah, everything's fine."
"Um, ok then, be safe." His face turned a bright red as Stan's hand rubbed against Kyle's crotch, causing him to let out a little groan.
He left, way too embarrassed at walking in on them to get them in trouble.
"Oh my fucking god that was close." Stan sighed and looked over at Kyle, realizing his hand was still down his friend's pants, "Fuck man! Are you fucking hard! You fag!" He pulled his hand out and scooted away from him.
"No I'm not fucking hard, fuck you!" He said as his pulled his shit back on, blushed tinted the cheeks of both boys.
Stan realized this was probably the most awkward moment of his young life.
"Besides I wasn't the fucking fag that suggested that! Did you really have to shove you tongue down my throat?"
"I didn't want to get caught, I wasn't expecting you to enjoy it!" Stan accused.
Kyle glared, "I wasn't fucking expecting to enjoy it either!" Stan's eye's opened wide in shock, and immediatly Kyle regretted what he said.
They sat there starring at each other for a few minutes.
"You are such a fag." Stan said, leaning over and kissing Kyle. Kyle kissed back this time, they deeped the kiss and pulled each other closer, having to clue what they were doing and not really giving a shit.