Reunion In Costume (Goth Stan X Kyle)

Be A Good Dog

"I'm back" Kyle shouted as he walked through the front door of his home. Everything still looked the same as it did when the two were kids, which left Stan reminiscing on the old days as he walked in behind Kyle.

Kyle's mother Sheila came over to greet them, "oh Stan it's been forever, how have you been?" She asked wrapping the boy in a giant hug.

"Uh, I've just been hard at work on the family farm." The boy replied gasping for air.

"And I heard you're going out with my Bubby! I'm so happy for you" She said letting Stan go.

"We still have to put on our costumes and get ready for the party tonight, is it alright if we go on up to my room now?" Kyle's asked hoping that his mother wouldn't keep trying to hassle his boyf... I mean his date... 'I'm definitely getting ahead of myself' he thought to himself.

Sheila seemed to want to say more, but she just smiled and said  "have fun" as she watched her son take the raven haired boys hand and start pulling him upstairs.

Once in Kyle's room, Stan stared to notice the changes made since he had last been there. There was a few posters, all looked to be for rock bands.  The bands that Stan recognized were Metallica, Five Finger Death Punch, Disturbed, and Three Day's Grace.

As Stan looked over his room, Kyle started looking for the costumes he put together the night before. He pulled out a bag and handed it to Stan, "don't say anything,  just try it on."

Stan blushed and started pulling out the pieces to the costume. He wore a confused expression across his face and he tilted his head with a pout. "This...." he started, but was cut off by the ginger pulling him close and looking him right in the eyes, "come on, be a good boy and just try it on for me." He said in a dominant but begging tone.

Stan could no longer argue with the boy. He was flustered, and started doing as the ginger commanded him. Shyly he started to take off his clothes. His shirt came off first, revealing his pale toned abs. Next he moved down to his zipper, but he was having a little trouble taking off his skinny jeans.

Kyle smirked at watching the smaller boy struggle, so he got down on his knees and helped the boy with raven hair finish taking off his clothes. All Kyle could think about was all the perverted things this scene made him want to do to the smaller goth boy. Kyle's hand roamed, rubbing gently over Stan's body. The boy bit his lip having to stop himself now so that he wouldn't lose control. "Mmmm, I'll have to come back to enjoy this sight later. But right now I have to get you dressed up." He said feeling as tho putting clothes on him would be more of a sin than if the ginger were to have his way with the boy right here, right now.

Kyle's hands rubbed his bare chest, leaving Stan a flustered mess. The goth stood there biting his lip, trying desperately not to make a noise. As he stood there in nothing but his tight fitted boxers and socks, he couldn't help but hope that there would be more to come. Whether it be Kyle's house or his own, Stan needed to have the ginger alone for the night.

With a sigh Kyle started dressing Stan in the costume he picked out for him. Started with a gray sleeveless shirt that said 'Bad Dog' in big black letters, a pair of black short shorts, a black theater vest, black and gray striped knee-highs, and a black and gray puppy ear and tail set.

Stan looked at himself in the full sized mirror that hung on Kyle's closet door. He smiled, this wasn't typically the kinda thing Stan would see himself wearing. But the looks he received from the ginger was enough to make him feel confident in his costume.

"Now for the finishing touches" said Kyle's as he dug through his top dresser drawer and pulled out a black studded collar and a chain leash. He walked back to Stan and stood right up behind the boy, he put the collar around the goths neck and then attached the leash, holding onto the handle. "So you can't leave my sight" he said with a smirk.

Stan smiled, his cheeks dusted pink. He stood up on his tip toes to reach the ginger and give him a kiss.

Kyle's arms wrapped around his waist and his hand  found its way down to gently squeeze the shorter boy's butt.

Stan flinched a little in surprise and broke the kiss. Looking up at the boy in front of him he asked  "what are you going to wear?"

Kyle smirked a little, "do you remember when I found out that I'm technically from Jersey." He asked, earning a nod from the goth in puppy ears.
"Well Kyley B is about to make a comeback. And this time I won't be saving Cartman's ass from getting raped."

Stan giggled and watched as the ginger walked back to his dresser and started pulling out his outfit. As Kyle started undressing himself, Stan sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the show.

Kyle started by taking off his shirt, he smirked noticing Stan's eyes glued to him. "Like what you see?" The ginger teased, turning to face him and letting his pants fall to his ankles.

Stan's face was crimson as all he could do was just nod. He couldn't understand how Kyle could be so confident in himself, the boy actually really admired that about him. 'Damn, but with a body like that, how could he not be confident as fuck' he thought to himself. 'Bebe was right about Kyle's ass, I don't know how I never took notice before now.

Kyle couldn't help but notice how thirsty the raven haired boy looked right now as he stared at him. Kyle walked over and bent down to give Stan a quick peck on the lips before redressing himself.

Stan smiled shyly as the ginger went back to putting on his costume. A white T-shirt with cut off sleeves and on the front was written 'Kyley B'. Baggy ripped jeans, gold chains and rings on almost every finger.

Looking into the mirror with a satisfied grin, Kyle finished his jersey style with a little bit of hair gel. Turning to face Stan he said "So how do I look?"

Stan was on the edge of the bed, eyes still glued to him. And he so happened to be biting his lip the moment Kyle turned to catch him off guard, causing Kyle to smirk in response. "You love it, I can tell... it's a Jersey thing." The ginger boasted with a wink.

Cheeks as red as a tomato, Stan chuckled and rolled his eyes, "but does that really count as a costume? I'm here in a doggie costume."

Kyle walked over and reached for Stan's hand. Stan took the boys hand, as he was pulled off the bed and into the gingers arms.  "Well... I'm also your Master" said the boy with green eyes, immediately locking with Stan's icy blues, and tugging on the chain leash.

"Well good, cause someone has to be the keeper of this bad dog " Stan said with a smirk.

Kyle raised a brow, "oh? I like the challenge." He grinned.

Stan shrugged, "well it kinda depends on what kind of party this is... do the others party the way I do?"

"If you're asking if there's weed and alcohol? Yes, Clyde's Dad is out for the weekend. We're going to be making some bad choices and making some memories." Kyle pulled the raven haired boy closer as he said the last part. 

The two shared the urge to kiss the other, unable to fight it they gave in. But keeping it short and sweet was the hardest part. Both knew that they needed to get headed to the party.