The Stick Didn't Matter

He held the redhead in his arms, brushing his fingers through his soft, curly locks. Their hats had been forgotten, laying on the floor inches away from them. The redhead was leaned into the brunette, his emerald-colored eyes gazing into the lapis-colored ones. Their faces were close... lips only inches away. Subconsciously, the skinny figure's slender fingers played and tugged at the sleeves of his company's robe, rumpling and ruining it. It wasn't intentional... it was an act of nervousness, a feeling that he thought he'd covered up so well. Their faces were flushed, a light red coloring coding their cheeks. They could feel each other's breath on their pale lips... calling to them... willing them closer and closer.

Slowly, their eyes shut, and the space between them was filled as they came together for a passionate kiss. A soft moan came from the redhead's throat as their lips finally touched. At once, his mind slipped away, getting lost in the fog of the feelings he had locked away for too long. The same thing happened with the plump brunette, as his arms snaked around the redhead's hips to pull him closer.

The war was forgotten. The hate was destroyed. The game was gone. Because in that moment, the stick didn't matter.

Hope you enjoyed! This is actually the first Kyman fic I've really written. If it isn't obvious (which I tried to make it be), the fic was based off of The Stick Of Truth. It's very short and very simple, but hopefully you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. Thank you so much for reading. 3

Kyle, Cartman, The Stick Of Truth, and South Park do not belong to me. Everything belongs to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.