Stan and Kyle kiss again, Kyle leaning up into Stan. Then, Kyle heard a loud thump in Ike room.

He puts his hands on Stan's chest and pushes him slightly, and Stan leans further down, grabbing Kyle's hands and pinning them to the bed.

Kyle moans slightly at that, pulling away from Stan. "Did you hear that-" Kyle huffs as Stan kisses him again.

"Nope," Stan says as he pulls away for just a moment before continuing to kiss Kyle.

Kyle moves his head to the side and Stan takes this as an opening to attack his neck. "I swear I heard something- ah!" Kyle keens as Stan hits the sensitive spot on his neck. Kyle's legs tighten around Stan's waist, lost in the moment again.

Stan leans back and takes off his shirt. When he looks back down at Kyle, Kyle's face is flushed bright pink and his hair is messed up but he looks perfect. His neck is already bruising and his lips are kiss-bitten, his stare lusty as he looks over Stan.

As Stan leans back down, there's another loud noise, different from the last one in Ike's room. Kyle jerks to sit up straight and Stan turns to look back toward the wall. "What was that?" Kyle says looking back at Stan.

"Please-" they hear quietly through the wall and Stan flushes as he scrunches up his face. So that's why Ike's window was open...

"I should go check it out- make sure he's okay-" Kyle says starting to get off the bed.

Stan jumps and grabs Kyle's arm, "I'm sure it's nothing," he says hurriedly, pulling Kyle back toward the bed, this time sitting on his lap.

"Yeah, sure," Kyle says rolling his eyes, placing his hands teasingly on Stan's shoulders, "But what if he's hurt or something?"

"He's not," Stan's 100% sure that Ike is a-okay, and that Kyle barging in would make him not-so okay.

"And how do you know," Kyle doesn't ask. He's smart, so he already knows that Stan is being suspicious and probably hiding something from him. Kyle raises an eyebrow at him leaning closer to Stan, wrapping his arms around his neck. If Stan wanted to play the hard game- then challenge accepted.

Kyle moves to straddle Stan's lap, grinding ever so slightly as he did so. He leaned close to Stan, nearly touching his lips, which Stan leaned forward to meet, but Kyle turned his head and mouthed lazily along Stan's jaw instead.

"Stan are you hiding something from me?" Kyle asks against his neck, "cuz I really wanna know." Kyle can feel Stan gulp and grip his hips.

Kyle slowly strokes Stan's bare chest and buries his head in the crook of Stan's neck, faux moaning as he does so. "Kyle-"

"Please tell me," Kyle whines grinding more. He smirks evilly in his mind. "I'll pay you back."

"It's-" Stan catches himself, holding back. He wasn't going to rat on Ike, it would be pretty hypocritical. Two can play at this game. Stan gripped Kyle's hips tightly, before lowering his hands to Kyle's round ass.