He stood leaning against the stall door, watching Stan with a slight smirk. His heart pounded somewhere in the background, but Kyle kept his composure. He wasn't about to show any hesitation - especially not to Stan.

"So, are we just gonna stand here and stare at each other?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was steady, but there was a challenge in his tone.

Stan hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly, and Kyle almost grinned. He knew this whole "let's just talk" excuse was a cover, and he was more than ready to take the lead.

"You' re the one who wanted this," Kyle continued, taking a deliberate step closer. Now they were so close that his breath brushed against Stan's lips.

"So, what are you waiting for?"

Stan met his gaze, his eyes a mix of uncertainty and desire. But Kyle wasn't about to waste time. He grabbed Stan by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for a hard, deliberate kiss.

The kiss was fiery and demanding. Kyle's hands tightened on the fabric of Stan's shirt as the other boy awkwardly wrapped his arms around Kyle's waist, like he wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Relax," Ryle muttered against his lips, his voice low and a little rough.

He trailed his lips down to Stan's neck, feeling him tense up at the unexpected touch. Kyle didn't give him a chance to pull away. his teeth grazed the skin before sinking in just enough to leave a bold mark that would definitely still be there tomorrow.