Hand job warning.

Ike rolled his eyes hard enough to knock them out of his head when Stan and Kyle came downstairs. Then, he rolled them even harder when he noticed Kyle was wearing Stan's shirt and Stan was (probably, Ike couldn't, and didn't want, to confirm) only wearing his jacket zipped up.

To think Kyle yelled at him earlier when he's going to blow Stan about an hour later.

Jesus Christ.

Ike could still see the hickeys on Kyle's neck, but they were better covered by this shirt than the last one, so Sheila most likely wouldn't notice.

Stan and sat in the two chair closes to the wall across from Ike. Gerald has already left (something about work) and Sheila was in the kitchen.

Stan sat directly across from Ike, which just further proved that they were probably screwing around before Ike had knocked on Kyle's door earlier.

Gross.

None of them really said anything to each other, the TV from the other room and Sheila whistling to herself in the kitchen (along with sizzling of bacon) covered any silence there might have been.

Then Stan places his hand on Kyle's upper thigh. Kyle shoots him a look, which Ike translates to "back the fuck up" and "are you stupid?" Yet, Kyle does nothing to get Stan to remove his hand, so it remains.

Ike instantly doesn't care to know where this is going and instead stands up and walks over to the kitchen.

When Ike leaves, Stan slides his hand up Kyle's thigh, to over his crotch. Kyle glances at him again, but doesn't stop him.

Stan takes this as an 'okay' and starts to rub over Kyle's shorts. Kyle bites his lip, putting hi fist over his mouth.

"Dude..." Kyle whispers, "Really? Right now? Can't you wait 'til- ah- after breakfast?"

"Okay," Stan starts to remove his hand, "I'll st-"

"No!" Kyle grabs Stan's wrist and Sheila and Ike look back from the kitchen, Kyle smiles forcefully and they both suspiciously return to their conversation. Kyle waits a moment before he whimpers: "Please..." His face flushes pink as he looks at Stan with half-lidded eyes.

Stan gulps feeling heat stir in his stomach as Kyle guides his hand back to his crotch.

Sheila comes back over with Ike following, and puts two plates down in front of them.

"Looks delicious," Stan says smiling, picking up his fork with his left hand. Ike sits down and watches Stan struggle to use his left hand to eat and Kyle barely eat as he leans heavily on his hand, which is partially (if not fully) covering his mouth, and-

"Oh my god!" Ike jumps up from the table nearly knocking his chair over. Everyone turns and looks at him. "I have to go do something at... the library. Studying. Yup- I'll uh be back later. Bye!" Then Ike runs out grabbing a coat along the way.