Title: The Other Table (10/10)
Pairing: Stan/Kyle; various
Rating: NC-17ish, this chapter
Summary: So many boys in 11th grade at South Park High School are gay that an academic comes to town, looking for answers. Kyle agrees to help him.
Author's note: Yeah, this is late. But it's fucking done. Some of this I wrote this morning. Some of it was ( Read more... )

Kyle thanked Wendy for the ride and got out of the car. His car was where it always seemed to be - parked in the street, barely a shadow of its formerly gleaming-white self. He had to admit that his father was right about this; the car was filthy. It wasn’t like he gave a shit, but there it was.

He knew his mother would be waiting for him, and ( Read more... )

Kyle noticed the horrible pain in his neck before he even opened his eyes. Being who he was, he rarely had a chance to fall asleep directly on someone’s floor, or in this kind of uncomfortable position. (Sharing a bed with Craig, Kyle knew, was a whole different kind of uncomfortable.)

When he did open his eyes, though, he saw two blue dots ( Read more... )

 
( Kyle was getting awfully sick of being led around town by Craig. )

Stan Marsh had never been involved with student government. He barely paid attention to elections, although he seemed to have a foggy memory of them taking place near the end of May last year. One morning he’d walked into school, determined to head straight to his locker. He was hungover that day, and it was perhaps the only reason he could recall ( Read more... )

Kyle woke up face-down, so it took him a few moments to realize that he was not in his bed, or even anywhere near his house. He looked around and tried to ascertain exactly where he’d ended up, and gradually his night returned to him in a sepia-toned wash of memory: Worked on posters, walked Craig home, sucked Craig’s dick, now in Craig’s bed. Yeah ( Read more... )

The banging on the door had become too loud to tolerate any longer. The Stotches looked at each other across the dinner table and then at their son, and both of them were frowning.

“Butters! If this incessant knocking is in any way your fault,” Mr. Stotch threatened, pointing a greasy knife at his son.

“I swear I don’t know anything about ( Read more... )

Kyle was not sure how he would review his weekend if someone asked him to. Of course, no one had asked him, except for his father, who asked him where the hell he thought he was going at 9:45 on a Saturday morning. Kyle really wished he had been able to say ‘nowhere’ because after getting back from Butters’ at 4 a.m., he felt like maybe waking up ( Read more... )

Title: The Other Table (2/10)
Author: sekrit-omg
Pairing: Stan/Kyle; various
Rating: R
Summary: It's human nature to want to know everything about others, and nothing about ourselves.
Author's note: Knock yourself out.

( Kyle detested Fridays. )

This is the most ambitious story I have ever written, fandom or otherwise. Plotting it out had been fairly difficult, and it's only about half done right now.

But I'm posting the first part because it's Valentine's Day. Or it was.

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