#kylexclyde

[ BTW I fucked up the socials in the pic, they're switched (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)]

I love rare Kyle pairs. Can't you tell?

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Fandom: South Park

Ship: Kyle x Jimmy & Clyde

Top(s): Jimmy & Clyde

Bottom: Kyle

AU: Highschool

Setting: School / Kyle's house

Type: Fluff / Comfort

Warning ⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing, mention of death, sexual humor, dark humor and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Viewer's discretion is advised.

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Jimmy's pov -

"Alright and uh... Kyle Broflovski? Is there a Kyle here?" The substitute asked, looking up from his clipboard to glance around the room. Nobody said a word, silently looking around themselves. I glanced at the door, waiting any moment for it to burst open and in run a flustered redhead.

Yet, he didn't come.

"Alright then, guess he's not here." The teacher sighed to himself, marking something down with his red pen. I frowned at that, snapping my eyes back to the seat next to Stan, where Kyle usually sat. It was unusual in itself that he wasn't here. He was never absent. And when we was, Stan would always tell the teacher the reason why, substitute or not.

There would be times where Kyle was tardy or times where he'd come in, out of breath right before the bell rung. He was a person who always loved to do things right the first time and always be on time. But he couldn't do those both at the same time. He'd often be late because he'd work too hard or too thorough on a project or something. It was admirable, but I could tell it was exhausting.

Regardless of that, Stan always knew.

But now, Stan looked confused as well. But I didn't need to ask him now and get caught by the teacher, since I noticed he was already on the case. I watched as he slowly reached into his open backpack that was leaning against his desk, pulling out his phone to the side and turning it on.

I flicked my eyes to the teacher, making sure he was engrossed in whatever the hell he was teaching before looking back to Stan. He quickly typed with his left hand, looking up every now and then to make sure he wouldn't be caught.

Honestly smart. Most people that text in class keep their eyes glued to their phone in hopes of typing faster. I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning to my left to see Clyde giving me a questioning look. I lifted my hands, doing a quick typing motion before gesturing to Stan.

He nodded in understanding, doing the same as I was doing by flickering his eyes between Stan and the teacher.

It was easy to understand what eachother were talking about. Having developed a way to speaking without words. It consisted of gestures more than anything, but simple eye exchanges were put in as well. They were harder to read, but when the situation was obvious, it was easy to understand.

The reason for this wasn't only because we were close friends. It was because we both had eyes for the same person. Kyle, to be exact. It was honestly a surprise when me and Clyde figured out we both had a crush on Kyle. Well, more than a crush. But we wouldn't admit that out loud.

It was nearly back in fourth grade when I realized my feelings. I had always had a certain draw to him, but I never really questioned it. That was until Kyle had started to hangout with Tolkein more. It drew him closer to our group, and it was easy to figure out then and there that I had a thing for him.

It confused me at first, because I've never been attracted to guys. Sure I would admire them, but I never wanted to be with them or anything like that.

And it was only a good month ago when I found out Clyde also liked Kyle. We had been ditched by our friends who were on a double date. Craig went with Tweek, and Tolkein had gone with Nichole. So they left us in our own single-life misery. That night, Clyde had came over and we drank a few, ate a few edibles and just talked. It wasn't anything special. Just two guys bored out of their minds and wishing they had someone to hang on their arm.

Clyde had dated Bebe for a while, but it didn't really work, so he was at the same stage as me. I myself dated a few girls, but after the third breakup, I just stopped trying. It was when he brought up his type, that I had put the pieces together.

'Firey, red head, pale skin, oh! And feckless! God I love freckles. Green eyes too, they're real pretty. Nice ass, slim, pretty smile. That's, my type dude.', is what he had said, in his exact words. It wasn't hard to figure it out. The only girl that looked that was, was Red. But she didn't have green eyes or freckles, so it was easy to turn her away.

Honestly, I'm not sure how I still remember any of this. I was high our of my mind. But I do recall him saying something about 'adorable nerds with anger issues' and that was enough evidence for me. I had straight up asked him if he liked Kyle, and if he was sober, I bet he would've responded with sputters and curses at me. But instead, he had simply nodded his head to confirm my suspicions.

The next day he was begging me not to tell anyone, but I just came out to him and revealed that I also like Kyle.

It was something stupid to bond over, but in a way I guess it made us feel less lonely about being single. I had asked him when the first time he knew he was in love, and surprisingly, he was more than happy to share.

His story, was that back in sixth grade, nobody gave him anything for Valentine's day. He did get a couple of cards but none came with candy or any love letters. Just a simply, 'Happy Valentine's Day!' and that was it. Clyde was an emotional kid. He still is sometimes, so it wasn't a surprise when he told me that he broke down behind the bleachers in the gym afterwards.

Kyle had been the one to find him, comforting him and telling him nice things. Supposedly Kyle had shared half his candy with him since he was diabetic anyways, and the two just sat talking. Clyde told me all about how he loved the way Kyle's lips curved at the top when he smiled, almost like a cat. Or the way his nose scrunched up whenever someone said something stupid. I had to admit, those were some of my favorite parts about Kyle too.

I heard a sigh from Stan, loud and relived. I put my attention back on him, watching as he slid his phone back away. I narrowed my eyes at Clyde, getting a shrug in response. I nodded, leaning back in my chair.

Guess we'd just have to ask at lunch.

I did feel weird at times whenever we tried to check in with Kyle. Even if he himself didn't know we were doing it. But it was hard not to look out for his well being with Cartman still around. He had dragged Kyle and the other two in a lot of shit as kids, and only when we started freshman year did we all realize how fucking insane it all was. It was a miracle how were all still alive at this point.

Less intense stuff happened now. But it was still relieving to check up on him every now and then. If not for him, then us, because we worry too much.

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"Did you guys notice that Kyle wasn't at school today?" Clyde asked, all of us sitting down at our table. Our table was two over from Stan's, which was weird considering we were all basically friends, but Craig got annoyed by Cartman and Stan easily, so the distance was fair.

"Hm?" Tolkein hummed, chuckling afterwards with his eyes glued down to his phone. I rolled my eyes as he lifted his hand, blowing an air kiss to seemingly nowhere. But I knew better. He was texting Nichole again, flirting with her even when they were across the room for eachother. It was almost embarrassing.

"Kyle, he wasn't here." Clyde tried again, pouting when he wasn't given a response this time. Craig was too busy trying to calm Tweek down about global warming, and how it was going to kill us and at this point, Tolkein wasn't even paying attention.

"Dude, y-you're more in l-l-love than me." I teased, laughing at the glare I got as Clyde's face burned red. The guys knew of our crush. It was easy to tell anyways. Clyde talked day and night about Kyle, and though I was usually annoyed whenever someone talked about someone they loved for so long, I couldn't ever find it in myself to shut him up. Because I completely agreed with him. With everything he said.

Kyle was just so cute and so amazing in every way possible. I couldn't even shoot down a conversation about Kyle. Why would I?

"Shut up, you've liked him longer asswipe." Clyde huffed, thudding his elbow on the table as he reached for a fry off his plate. Munching furiously, but only managing to look like an angry chipmunk.

"I fell f-f-first, you fell h-harder." I shot back, only earning an eyes roll, because he knew it was true.

"Did you have time to ask Stan yet?" He asked, quickly changing the subject. I chuckled at that, getting a look from him but didn't tease any further.

"No n-not yet. I was hoping to do it some- sometime during l-lunch." I explained, taking a sip from my water bottle. Clyde hummed, trailing his eyes after Stan as he got up to the vending machine, suddenly standing up and tugging me with him.

"Well then we should do it now. I don't wanna ask with Cartman or Kenny around." He said, helping me grab my crutches before we were standing up and heading over. I laughed again at his eagerness. But I completely agreed with him. It was probably better in the long run if we asked Stan alone. If we asked around Kenny, he'd make a remark about us wanting to fuck him, and Clyde would only break and reveal our secret. if we asked with Cartman around, he'd do anything and everything in his power to find out why we asked, and he'd most definitely find out.

But Stan was sorta slow, and gullible. He'd believe anything long as it doesn't involve himself, or getting someone he knew dragged into something bad.

"H-hey Stan, w-what up?" I asked, me and Clyde moving to stand behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, shooting us a quick smile before he moved his attention back to the machine.

"Hey guys uh, nothing much. Just getting some chips because the lunch today sucks. Plus, I think Kenny's enjoying it more than I am." He chuckled, gesturing back to his table as he slipped in a bill. Me and Clyde turned out heads to look at his table, Kenny happily stuffing his face with overcooked chicken nuggets and gooey mashed potatoes. The food wasn't bad here, but it did have funny textures.

I laughed at that, turning back to look at Clyde. But instead of laughing, he was just smiling nervously and blushing.

Yeah, he's not focused on anything but Kyle.

"Hey, Stan..." He started, and I mentally face palmed with how nervous he sounded. He had always been pretty shit at hiding his crushes. But Kyle was a friend of ours, so it was even harder than just an ordinary crush. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't been caught yet.

Especially with how much he stares at Kyle in class.

"Yeah Clyde?" Stan asked, cursing to himself when the bag of chips got stuck on the edge of the slot. I hissed in sympathy as he pulled out another dollar bill.

Those thing were definitely rigged.

"By chance, do you know where Kyle is? He wasn't here this morning so I'm assuming he didn't come to school." He said. The hesitation was clear in his voice, but at least he wasn't stuttering. Though honestly, it probably would've been better if he had a natural stutter like me, that way he could hide his nervousness a lot better.

My speech had gotten better after my parents let me take classes for it, but I did stumble every now and then. Something I'm still trying to work on, but it's always more difficult when I'm near Kyle.

"Oh yeah, he's in sick. He got the flu or something? I dunno, he's been burning up all morning." Stan said, sighing when the chips finally fell down and hit the bottom of the vending machine.

I hummed in understanding, nodding my head. It kinda did make sense for him to be sick. He had been looking extra tired lately. Most likely from overworking himself again. He tends to do that a lot.

"Shit, he okay?" Clyde asked, sounding very concerned. More concerned than a friend would normally be, but I couldn't entirely blame him. His mother died from a toilet for fucks sake, anything's possibly at this point.

"Yeah dude, he's cool. He may be small, but his immune system is strong. I'm surprised he even managed to get sick at all." Stan said, ripping his chips open and immediately eating a handful with a satisfied hum.

"W-well, at least that's g-good to h-hear." I smiled, shifting a hand to grab my wallet from my back pocket. That way it seemed we had an obvious reason for coming over here.

"Why?" Stan suddenly asked. I froze, blinking at him a few times as he stared at us blankly. Sometimes in moments like this, he reminded me of Craig. When Stan was curious, his face would drop all emotion, and he'd just stare and wait for answers. It was kinda unsettling.

"W-what?" I asked, confused on what he was asking about.

"Why did you guys want to know?" He asked specifically. There was no hint of anger nor suspicion in his voice, but he definitely looked like he was confused. Just from the tiny frown between his eyebrows. It was almost invisible.

I shared a quick glance with Clyde, who in turn was also looking at me to awnser. Fuck. We're both clueless. We should've really thought this through. I wouldn't be surprised if Stan pointed out Clyde's nervous sweating.

"O-oh! Just curious." He then said, shrugging nonchalantly. But his shoulders were stiff when he did so, and his flickering eyes didn't help him whatsoever. He always did have a tendency to avert his gaze whenever he lied.

Damnit Clyde.

"Curious?" Stan questioned, now tilting his head and fully frowning in confusion. At least he was showing emotion now, but how the hell do I get us out of this one?

"Oh, a-and because we have a p-proje- a project to do. I need his h-help to look over the sch-school paper I finished and make a-a few revisions." I quickly added on, shrugging the same way Clyde did, just more natural. Clyde gave me a small smile in gratitude, quickly looking back to Stan before he saw our exchanged glance.

Clyde did this often, where he would screw up with speaking whenever the topic changes to Kyle. It wasn't often, but if we were near someone who Kyle was going to tutor and they mentioned it, I would have to pinch Clyde or glare at him in order to stop him. Because if I didn't, he would go on and on about Kyle without realizing his mistake, and I would have to cover it up with lies. It wasn't the best system, but it had worked for a whole month so far.

I didn't notice it before I knew of Clyde's crush, but I think him and I sharing the same interest on it, made him open up more about Kyle. Which was more a bad thing than good, because he's gonna get us caught one day, I swear.

Stan seemed satisfied with the awnser, fixing his face back to it's usual subconscious friendly smile. He never used to smile like that. Especially with everything that happened in his life so far. What with his parents and Wendy and all. But after Kyle made helped him start taking his meds on time, Stan became much better in the sense of health and emotion.

Sometimes it makes me jealous of how much Kyle cares of him. How much he cares of everyone.

"Oh cool. Well I'm sure he'll let you stop by. He'd take any reason for his mom to stop hovering over him." He rolled his eyes jokingly, causing us both to laugh.

"Right, we'll do that. Thanks again dude." Clyde said, moving aside as Stan turned to leave.

"No problem." He said, smiling in return before heading back to his table. I waved him off, only dropping my smile once he fully turned away.

"Clyde, seriously." I said with a slight chuckle, not needing to emphasize on what I was talking about for him to understand. He groaned softly, ripping a few bucks from his back pocket and shoving them into the machine like it was the reason he almost exposed us.

"I knooow dude, I suck at this." He whined, smacking the buttons hazardously like he didn't care what he got.

"Jesus man, how have y-you even lasted this long?" I went on, only earning a middle finger in response. I laughed at that.

Clyde's pov -

I listened to the snow crunch underneath my shoes each time I took a step forward, trying to pay attention to that more than the way my heart was practically having a fucking disco party in my chest. My ribcage almost hurt.

"Are we really doing this?" I asked, lifting my head to look at Jimmy. He scoffed at my words, narrowing his eyes as we continued to walk.

"What, gonna chicken out? P-pussy." He grinned, flashing his teeth at me teasingly. I glared at him, lifting my hands to push him slightly. He cursed under his breath, catching himself on his crutches before he could fall.

"Asshole." He hissed, smacking the side of my ankle with his crutch. I yelped at that, staggering over and grabbing a nearby traffic sign in time to fix my balance. I shot him a glare back, wanting to wipe that smug look right off his face. But it would only delay our time, and we didn't have much of that.

"Whatever, I'm not a pussy. I'm just...this isn't a thing I'd usually do." I admitted, rolling my eyes in embarrassment as I stuffed my hands into my pockets. My ankle did ache a bit when I walked, so I was definitely gonna bruise, but I ignored it. For Kyle, I could deal with a little pain.

"Same here, but you don't see m-me forming my own b-b-bubble. If we're gonna go through all this t-trouble to see him more, then we're gonna have to ac-actually approach him." Jimmy stated, making a rather good point and I hate that he's always right about these things.

We've been watching Kyle for so long now, that it's actually embarrassing that we've never asked to hangout with him one on one. It's not like we stalk him or anything, but we do stare, we do listen, and we do pay attention.

By this point, I know what kind of music he listens to, what his favorite food is. I know that he likes to tie his hair up during basketball, how he sometimes likes to paint his nails. Sometimes red, sometimes green. And on Saturdays, he's always in a rush to drop Ike off at hockey practice even when he's more than capable of doing it himself.

Sometimes I felt weird for knowing all this stuff. It wasn't like I asked Kyle or anything, I simply just know from conversations over the years and watching the smallest things he does.

I thought I was just being a creep, but the guys assured me that it was normal to do those things whenever you had a crush. Craig had even told me that he studied the way that Tweek made coffee just so that he'd always be able to know it just right. But honestly, that just sounds more romantic than what I've been doing.

And Jimmy is right, we never approach Kyle about hanging out, just the three of us. Or even just him and I. Anytime we do interact for a long period of time, it's either because both of our friends groups are going out together, we're all at a party, were put in a group project, or if we find ourselves chatting. But the last one is never planned, and always short lived.

I'd like to think I'm close to Kyle. As close as he is with Tolkein I'd say. We weren't the bestest of friends but I'm pretty confident that were on the same level of 'good friends since elementary '.

But this was something new. Me and Jimmy had never just gone to Kyle's house without asking or texting him beforehand. We've never even been around him without someone with us like Stan or Kenny.

Kenny had gotten closer to Craig and I, as well as Stan. We smoked from time to time at Stan's farm or behind the school, so Kyle appearing was more often than it used to be. I shouldn't feel nervous to be going to Kyle's house. We were friends after all, and I'm pretty sure that Stan and even Cartman did it themselves. I even recall Kyle fussing about how Eric just let himself in nowadays.

Although they are on a whole different level of friendship. Maybe this was a bad idea? I'm not sure, but I-

"Clyde, stop walking." Jimmy said, ripping me from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I asked, looking up at him with confusion. He sighed, shaking his head with a small smile.

"We're here, idiot." He pointed out, tilting his head to the side. I glanced over, feeling my heart beginning to beat even harder just from the sight of the tall house. Which, was actually only two stories tall, but for some reason it felt so much more scary.

I lowered my eyes to the driveway, seeing the car parked in front of the garage. His parents were home, so I sorta felt more relived. God knows how panicked I would be if it was only Kyle, Jimmy and I in the house. I would make a fool of myself.

"Right...right, okay. So we just...knock?" I asked, following close behind as Jimmy made his way over to the door, using his feet to kick over bigger clumps of snow in the walkway. He had gotten numerous surgeries since middle school, so his legs mostly worked, but he needed the help of his crutches every now and then. He's still going to the physical therapy for it, and in a few years he'd be able to walk more properly without the crutches.

"That's the plan, b-buddy. Got another one?" He snickered over his shoulder. I huffed at that, not saying a word. He knew how hard it was for me to so much as speak whenever Kyle was near or if he was on my mind. I was usually loud and obnoxious, but when it came to my stupid crush, I just turned to mush.

It was a thing the guys liked to take advantage of and make fun of, but thank God they weren't like Cartman and attempted to blackmail me with it.

I flinched as Jimmy knocked on the door three times, shooting me a smirk as I visibly stiffened. I swallowed nervously, snapping my eyes to the door and taking a small step behind Jimmy as I heard heavy footsteps approaching.

I almost flinched when the door opened and Kyle's dad stepped into the doorway. Looking down at him - because he was a tad bit shorter than me - , I felt like an eight year old all over again. Knocking on my friend's door to ask their parents if they could come out and play. With Craig's dad, I had nearly pissed my pants every time seeing how tall the fucker was.

And though Kyle's dad was of normal height, and I was taller than him by at least two or three inches now, Gerald still looked like the most intimidating father in the world.

It was close to the same feeling I had when I stepped at Bebe's door and asked if I could have her hand in marriage. I was only ten then, and I nearly passed out when he gave me a narrowed look.

But Gerald was a different story, because I wasn't dating Kyle, but I sure as hell wanted to be. I sure if I even spent two minutes with the guy, he'd know I had a thing for his son. He'd know my undying love for him and he'd beat the ever loving fuck out of me for it. And if he hated me enough, I know he wouldn't think twice about putting a fist-shaped hole through my gut, because Gerald was crazy.

Probably crazier than his own son, but I knew if I started to date Kyle, that Gerald would only be round one. Then there was Ike, as overprotective as he was of Kyle despite being four years younger, and then there was Sheila. And God forbid I even have to face her wrath, so I might as well get on their good sides before it's too late.

I know Jimmy was, because he was an outstanding student with good humour and a charming smile that parents loved. But I was a jock that went to parties and got drunk off my ass just for the fun of it. I might be social, but I was way too damn emotional and it sometimes scared people off.

Regardless, I had to play it safe. Be myself, and don't be too overwhelming.

"Oh hi boys! Kyle's friends, right?" Gerald asked, smiling brightly as he opened the door for us to come in. I gave him a small smile in thanks, me and Jimmy stepping into the warm house. It was always so cozy in the Broflovski residence.

"Of course! And h-how are you, Mr Broflovski?" Jimmy asked, always so innocent to parents. I almost wanted to scoff but he was doing this for the both of us, so I should just take the pass and go.

"Oh, just call me Gerald, but I'm fine thanks! You here to see Kyle?" He asked, looking rather hopeful. I nodded at that, humming in confirmation.

"Yes, actually. We heard he was sick, so we came over to check up on him if that's okay." I said, rocking back on my heels. I wasn't the best with first impressions but if there's anyone I know how to impress, it's parents. Jimmy may look charming, but I can be a pretty decent gentleman when it was necessary.

Jimmy shot me a small glance, and from the corner of my eyes I could see the end of his lips tug upwards into a small grin. He always thought it was so funny whenever I played coy. He said it made me look like one of those guys with 'the boy from next door' kinda vibe. Which, should be flattering, but it's just embarrassing.

"Oh thank God. I was hoping at least Stan or one of them would stop by because his mother has been up there all day coddling him like a child. I can tell that he hates it, so I'm glad you two came." Gerald sighed, rolling his eyes at the mention of Shelia being an overprotective mother, but he still had a loving smile on his face.

Okay, maybe he wasn't so bad. Intimidating, but nice.

"Well it's n-no problem sir." Jimmy said, straightening his posture as if he was proud of himself. I snorted at that.

"Sheila, there's some boys here to see Kyle, can you come down here?" Gerald said, giving us a quick smile before rolling his eyes again at the silence he got in return.

"She'll come down in just a second, do you boys want anything to drink?" He asked, already moving for the kitchen. I quickly put my hands up, shaking them to decline.

"Uh- no that's okay. We had a big lunch." I chuckled. And it wasn't a lie. Jimmy had literally watched me spend nearly fifteen bucks on the vending machine as I stress ate my worries away.

"Well alright then. But do ask if you need anything." He said in response. Just as he said that, Shelia came down the stairs holding multiple bottles of medicine and wearing a worn smile to greet us. It was a lot smaller than her usual greeting smile, but I guess you could expect that from someone who's worrying for her son.

"Afternoon boys, it's nice to see you." She said, handing the bottles to Gerald who immediately took them and headed back to the kitchen.

"You too, ma'am. Uh, we don't wanna b-be a bother but we were hoping to see K-kyle?" Jimmy asked politely, putting on a hopeful face to guilt trip her into letting us, even though we both knew she was nice enough to say yes.

"Oh, you're no bother at all. My little Bubbala's a little sick, so try to keep a safe distance, alright?" She smiled, using that same nickname that Kyle is always embarrassed about whenever his mom uses it around us, but we all know he loves it.

"Absolutely. We'll try not to take too long, we just wanna talk a bit." I said, balling my hands into fists in my pockets.

God, the anticipation was killing me.

"No worries you two, you kids can stay as long as you want. Just as you remember to wash your hands before leaving, I don't want you two getting sick." She shook her head, giving us small head pats before moving to join Gerald in the kitchen.

Okay, maybe she wasn't as bitchy as Cartman made her out to be. She'd probably make a really nice mother-in-law...

Shit. I'm already getting attached to his family.

Me and Jimmy headed up the stairs in silence, shooting knowing looks at eachother. He had been all high and mighty when we first started heading here, but now that we were in Kyle's house, I could tell that the nerves were catching up to him. He was usually the bold one. He had to be for the both of us, but this was something we've never done, and I was honestly a tad but scared.

I know that I'm just overreacting and that Kyle wouldn't think much of it. But he had always been really observant and caught onto thing that most people wouldn't.

When we finally reached his door, it all became so much more real to me. I mean, I've been in his room countless times over the years, spoke to him so uncaringly and effortlessly since I could remember, and gave him small friendly touches like I did with the rest of the gang. But those were the days that I hadn't realized my feelings, and now it's all coming back to me in a rush.

Jimmy poked my arm, gesturing to the door with his eyes. I nodded slowly, licking my lips and raising my hands to slightly fix my hair before I knocked softly. Jimmy rolled his eyes at the quick appearance fix, but quickly ran a hand through his hair himself.

Hypocrite.

"What do ya want now ma?" Kyle said from the other side of the door. I laughed at that, shaking my head at the slight Jersey twang that came out with the annoyance. He was so cute.

Third pov -

"Oh nothing Bubbeh, I just came to put this thermometer up your booty and check your temperature schnookums." Clyde said in a high pitched, atrocious attempt at Shelia's voice, peeking his head in to the room

Kyle frowned, snapping his head over to the door to see the two brunette's holding back laughter. He flushed at their teasing, pushing his lips into a pout.

"Oh, you guys are assholes." He said, but he couldn't help the wide grin that appeared on his face. They laughed at that, walking in and shutting the door behind them.

"She doesn't even call me shnookums. That's Cartman's nickname from his mom." Kyle huffed, pulling himself up to sit against the pillows. Jimmy let himself plop on his back right into the bed, dropping his crutches in the process as Clyde moved to occupy the chair in front of Kyle's computer. Sitting on it backwards to rest his arms on the head of it.

"Oh, s-so you deny that, but not th-the part about the thermometer up your a-ass?" Jimmy asked, turning his head to look up at Kyle. The redhead flushed even darker, but still held a positive smile.

"Fuck off Jimmy, she doesn't take my temperature that way." He scoffed, attempting to flick the other in the forehead, but he was much too weak to do any real damage.

"What are you two doing here anyways?" He asked. But there was no heat behind the words, he was just curious why the two so suddenly showed up. And without warning as well.

"Stan told us you were sick. We figured since he can't come to shoo your mom away because of his farm chores, then we'd do it. Plus, we came to drop off your homework." Clyde said, leaning over to dig in his backpack for the work sheets.

Kyle blinked at that, taking the papers that were handed to him.

"Oh, thanks you guys. Any projects?" He asked, shuffling to look through the assignments. Jimmy rolled his eyes at that, finding it funny how Kyle was already thinking about work.

"Naw, you're fine. Mr. Garrison is taking another vacation trip w-with his hus-husband, so we won't g-g-get any big assignments till next m-month." He explained, turning on his side and resting his cheek on the soft blankets.

Kyle's comforters were always so soft. The few times that Jimmy had been close enough to smell them, were years ago when they had their last sleepover with the guys. He certainly missed those days, but he relished now in the nostalgic smell that invaded his senses. It smelt like cinnamon and flowers...like Kyle.

"Nice...and about my mom- I mean, I love her and all, but she can be really overprotective of me and Ike all the time." Kyle giggled, knowing damn well that his mother had said something to them down there.

"I don't b-blame her. You s-s-seem to get in t- in to trouble a l-lot." Jimmy said, mentally cursing himself for letting his stutters start to slip out more.

Kyle made a noise of offense, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into his pillows.

"That's not true...okay, possibly me. But not Ike." He said, quickly correcting himself. He couldn't just bypass all those life-risking years of his childhood and not say he hadn't done anything to get him into trouble.

"Dude, Ike and I literally ran away to be pirates and Cartman almost fed you to sharks. I would know, I was there." Clyde deadpanned, grinning at the way Kyle averted his gaze slowly.

"Touche." He mumbled, making them all laugh. And despite their calm, casual attitude around the redhead, they were internally freaking out.

It had been ages since they've been alone with Kyle, and seeing him out of school and out of his usual work-hard-play-hard demeanour, they couldn't help but to admire how chill this side of him was. So uncaring.

He wasn't dressed in his usual clean, outfit. He was dressed only in a baggy t-shirt from what they could see, and hoped to God he had pants on or they wouldn't be able to control themselves. Where his green ushanka hat was, was instead his mess of curly red locks. They weren't brushed out, they were knotted and tangled up, which for some odd reason made them seem more soft and fluffy. His face was already flushed, his nose being the most tinted as he sniffled every now and then. His lips were red and chapped, seeing as he had to breath through his mouth since it was easier than through his nostrils.

Everything about him was messy and so undone, so unlike his public self that's always subconscious around people at school and how he looked. Both in appearance and how his public image was.

And the fact that he didn't immediately shoo them out to make himself seem more presentable, made them realize that he trusted them. He trusted them to see this side of him, and he felt comfortable enough to not care.

And they loved it. It made them feel special.

But even looking so tired and sick in bed, he was still the most beautiful guy they've ever seen. Green eyes as bright as ever, lips ever so inviting, and a laugh that was so damn contagious that even someone as apathetic as Craig would smile back.

The trio chatted away like they had no worries in the world. Talking about whatever came to mind. It was nice for Kyle to chat with other people that weren't his usual friend group. Almost refreshing in a way.

Don't misunderstand, he loved the guys. He really did. But sometimes he just didn't want to deal with Cartman's unnecessary jokes or Kenny's unhealthy amount of flirting. And Stan was great, but Kyle didn't always want to cling to his side like a lost puppy. He knew Stan needed space every now and then, and he didn't really want to be a bother to anyone else.

So this was a nice change of familiarity. He was able to talk to the two brunette's about things that he wouldn't normally be able to talk about with the guys.

They talked about classes, what new upcoming movies they were most excited about and they even talked about D&D. It seemed like Clyde and Jimmy were big nerds, a thing that Kyle thought was adorable. The rest of the guys had fallen out of those things sometime when they entered middle school, so he was more than happy to agree when Clyde invited him to a night of board games with him sometime.

Just the three of them.

Halfway through their talks though, Kyle's sickness was starting to set back in. His mom had given his some cold medicine before they got here, but it had been an hour since then, and he could feel the symptoms coming back.

He didn't want to interrupt them and make his pain known, because he didn't want them to leave. He was sure they'd do just that if they sensed him feeling sicker, so he tried not to show it.

But only three minutes after his first stomach cramp, he felt a sharp pain in his gut and he couldn't help but to wince loudly in the middle of Jimmy's sentence.

"Geez, you sure you're okay? Have you talked to a doctor?" Clyde asked, politely waving his hand at Jimmy to stop talking for a second.

"My ma already did. He said it's just a cold and stomach pains, but it feels like I'm dying on the inside." Kyle tried to joke, but wincing when the nervous chuckle caught in his throat.

"Here b-buddy, lay back down." Jimmy said, sitting up abruptly to help Kyle lay down properly. The redhead flushed from the sudden closeness but let Jimmy adjust his pillows so he rested easier.

"Want us to do something? I get sick all the time, I'm sure we can make you feel better." He said, still leaning over Kyle as he said this. His words had been so confident that he didn't even realize he hadn't stuttered. Let alone realize how fucking close he was until he looked down at his friend.

Kyle was mostly frozen, eyes wide as he looked up. And it didn't help either that Jimmy had big arm muscles from years of pulling himself along and it was definitely giving him some sort of gay panic.

"I-i...um, wait- no, you don't have to do that. I can take care of myself." He stuttered out, trying his hardest to hide his disappointment when Jimmy pulled away, seating himself on the edge of the bed.

"No shit you can, but a little help won't hurt. Here, I'll be back. Just lay here and rest." Clyde then said, standing up from the chair and heading to the door without another word. Kyle didn't have time to say much, because once Clyde was gone, Jimmy was leaning back over and brushing his hair out of his face.

The taller teen pressed the palm of his hand to the other's cheek, Kyle mentally freaking out because his skin was most definitely clammy, and it would definitely feel gross on Jimmy's hand.

"Huh, you're kinda hot...I-i mean, your skin of course." He said, quickly correcting himself. Kyle snorted at that, lightly smacking Jimmy's hands away.

"Well, i-i guess i-in both ways too." He the said, earning him a full out laugh from the redhead. Jimmy smiled, glad that he was able to draw such a beautiful laugh from such a wonderful person.

"Shut up, you sound like Ken." Kyle giggled, scoffing at the shrug he got in response.

"Where d-do you think I learn it f-from?" Jimmy grinned. Kyle snorted at that. And not a short sound from the nose. But a full pig like sound that sent him into more because he was laughing at the way he sounded.

"I'm sor- you can't just- Jimmy!" Kyle giggled, hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment as he tried to calm himself down. The joke hadn't even been that funny, but it was the way he said it and with the face he made that triggered Kyle's hidden laugh.

And Jimmy was more than pleased with the adorable reaction. He'd never heard Kyle laugh like that, and he was falling in love with the redhead for what felt like the hundredth time again.

"Yo, I'm back. What'd I miss?" Clyde asked as he stepped back into the room, holding a tall glass of cold ice water.

"Kyle turned into a pig." Jimmy deadpanned.

"I did not!" Kyle retorted, burning red as the two laughed at him.

"Anyways, I asked your mom for a cup of water. Lift up your shirt." Clyde said, taking his seat back on the swivel chair, using his heels to roll himself to the side of Kyle's bed.

"W-what?" Kyle asked, tensing up as Clyde set the cup down on the nightstand and reached for Kyle's Tshirt himself.

"Don't worry, my mom used to do this all the time when I got stomach aches." He said, slowly moving his hands to the bottom of Kyle's shirt. That way, if he wanted to deny the action, he could. But he didn't seem to be bothered by it. A little confused and a little flustered, but not bothered. So Clyde grabbed the end, and slowly lifted it up to his chest. He didn't expose Kyle's nipples, because God forbid, but he did slip it high enough to the middle of his ribcage.

The two brunette's stared intensely at the new exposure of skin. Of course, they'd glanced at Kyle in the locker room for time to time, but they were always too scared to actually admire him. Now, they could see every freckle and scar on his pale stomach. A tiny happy trail of ginger peach fuzz that formed under his belly button, and a four inch faded scar near the left side of his stomach where he had gotten his kidney transplant years ago.

He was so God damn perfect in every aspect and every way. It was totally unfair how gorgeous he was to them.

"Sorry." Kyle said, ripping Clyde out of his thoughts once more. He swears, he keeps getting trapped in his own thoughts whenever it comes to Kyle.

"No it's alright. It doesn't make me emotional anymore, but thanks anyways." He said, shrugging at the look of sympathy he got. His friends always avoided topics of his mother, but nowadays he could care less. Don't get him wrong, he loved her. But she was kind of a bitch sometimes.

Kyle hissed again, groaning in frustration at the pain in his stomach. Clenching his hands slightly.

"Got any lotion?" Jimmy asked, glancing around the room as if he'd be able to spot some.

"Uh, top drawer." Kyle said, pointing over to the nightstand. Jimmy snorted at the obvious, not saying a word as he leaned behind Clyde to reach past him.

"Why do you have lotion in your drawer and not in the bathroom?" Clyde asked, taking a small drink from the water before setting it back down and grabbing a cube of ice out with his fingers.

"W-why do you think, Clyde? To jerk off, obviously." Jimmy said, causing Clyde to choke on his spit and nearly drop the cube from his hands.

"Hey- no!" Kyle exclaimed, looking at Jimmy in offense as the two burst out laughing.

"Stop laughing! I just get really dry hands when it gets cold!" He went on, feeling a hundred degrees as they were practically hunched over, gasping for breath.

"Mhm, whatever y-you say." Jimmy chuckled, uncapping the bottle and squeezing a small amount on his palm.

"I'm being serious guys! Look!" Kyle pouted, throwing his hands up to show his flushed hands. Fuck, it seemed evey single part of him was blushing in embarrassment. Jimmy rolled his eyes, taking a hold of one of the outstretched hands and cradling it with his own.

"Sure Kyle, sure." Clyde smiled, hearing a huff in response that was soon to cut off with a gasp when he grazed a corner of the cold ice onto Kyle's stomach.

"Wait, that- that tickles." Kyle laughed, his belly fluttering as Clyde drew small circles with the ice. The two boys laughed at his reaction, laughing along with him slightly as he enjoyed the cool feeling on his heated stomach.

Jimmy continued to massage small movements into Kyle's hands, distracting him from the pain and the abnormal temperature his body was suffering.

"Feel any better?" Jimmy asked, loving how small Kyle's hands were in both of his. Literally everything about the redhead was small. Something that was both charming and adorable in its own way.

"Mnn, yeah, actually." Kyle responded, fluttering his eyes closed as he hummed in satisfaction. Jimmy and Clyde shared a quick look, smiling in accomplishment. They were making their crush happy, and that was enough to make them feel like they won some sort of game. A game that they didn't need any trophies for, because seeing Kyle smile was enough of a reward for them.

The smaller teen enjoyed the unfamiliar sensations, humming or sighing softly every few seconds. He didn't mean to be vocal, but he could care less because it felt too good. With Jimmy's firm fingers pressing into the nerves of his hands and wrists, and the light swipes of melting ice swiping across his warm skin. It was euphoric.

But his noises were much too...hot. And before Clyde knew it, he was popping a stiffy. It was funny, considering Jimmy was the one that got awkward boners more often. A thing he'd suffered with since the third grade.

But Clyde didn't have time to worry about that. He had to worry about himself and what to do. He didn't halt his hand movements, knowing it would probably draw attention from the person who caused him the boner.

He made sure Kyle still had his eyes closed before tapping Jimmy on the knee, earning his attention. He blinked his eyes at his friend, trying to hint his situation. Jimmy didn't understand at first, raising a brow and tilting his head in confusion. Only when Clyde grit his teeth and flicked his eyes down to his crotch did the other teen realize, really trying his hardest not to fall into another fit of laughter.

"Hey Clyde, you sh-should probably go re-wet this." He said, grabbing the damp rag that rested on Kyle's pillow that he had noticed a few minutes ago.

"Y-yeah man, sure thing." Clyde choked up a bit, dropping the ice on Kyle's stomach and taking the rag. He shot a grateful look to the other, giving Kyle a small smile when he realized the redhead had slightly opened his eyes. He turned away before he stood up, doing so to hide the tent in his pants.

Clyde rushed to the bathroom down the hall instead of the one in Kyle's room, leaving the two alone once more.

Jimmy chuckled softly, shaking his head before he switched his attention back to the smaller male. He reached one of his hands to do Clyde's job. But instead of ice, he just used his fingertips to gently trace over drying water marks, the ice already having melted in a small puddle of water leaking off the side of Kyle's hip bone.

The redhead shivered at the light touches. A thing that Jimmy found very alluring to watch.

"He okay? He seemed a little tense." Kyle asked, his voice slightly thick from all the coughing he had been doing earlier before the guys showed up. He had even accidentally coughed and sneezed on them a few times, which ultimately embarrassed him.

"Heh, yeah. He just got a c-c-call from a little f-friend of his." Jimmy said knowingly, stopping the ministrations of his left hand to instead intertwine then with Kyle's, letting the other continue drawing small circles.

"Call? Huh, I didn't hear a ringer go off." Kyle mumbled, ignoring the way his heart fluttered when he looked at their hands weaved together.

"Yup, he got a call. A rather sudden one at that." Jimmy laughed, loving the clear confusion on the other's face.

"From Craig, I'm assuming?" Kyle pressed on, not wanting to seem too nosey but he was curious. The taller teen could only just barely hide his chuckles, shaking his head softly.

"N-no, someone much thicker." He said, his voice tight from how hard he was keeping in his laughter.

"Uh... Cartman?" Kyle tried again, and this time Jimmy couldn't help but break. Laughing freely in amusement from the whole situation. Clyde with a boner, and Kyle being completely clueless for once in his life.

"W-what?!" Kyle demanded, frustrated by the fact that he didn't know what was going on. He can usually read his friends like open books but Clyde and Jimmy were just so different from everyone else. It was much harder to pinpoint things about them.

"N-nothing, nothing." Jimmy snorted, waving it off and just downright admiring the way Kyle's face pushed itself into another pretty little pout. In that exact moment, Clyde came tumbling back into the room, his face looking a bit flushed as he held the damp rag.

"Sorry, I needed to piss too." He excused for taking a bit longer than needed. Jimmy chuckled softly at that, but didn't look up from his work at tracing Kyle's skin. It was hard to look away anyways. What with his star shaped freckles and his curvy frame. It was too mesmerizing. He wasn't sure when he'd get another chance like this, so he embraced it.

Clyde shut the door behind him yet again, not wanting to explain to any of the Broflovskis why two of his friends were hovering over Kyle and caressing him like a China doll.

He stepped back to the edge of the bed, sighing as he took his former seat. He reached over to the redhead, pushing a few of his bright locks away from his face. Clyde chuckled at the small noise of complaint he got at the action. Kyle never really liked when people touched his hair. Let alone saw it.

Clyde carefully placed the rag on his warm forehead, making sure it didn't drip into his eyes. Kyle let out a small sigh of relief, chills running down his neck at the coolness.

"Ugh, it's freezing." He mumbled, gripping his blankets tighter.

"Huh, the window's closed. Need me to ask your m-m-mom for more blankets or something?" Jimmy asked, glancing towards the sealed windows. Kyle lightly shook his head at that, closing his eyes that suddenly felt droopy. And the feeling of Jimmy's warm fingertips on his belly weren't helping.

"No it's okay. I don't think blankets will help anyways." He sighed, feeling a wet trail of water slid down his temple from the rag. A thing he hated most about being sick, was the constant half-hot, half-cold feeling. He seriously despised it.

"I...have an idea." Clyde suddenly said, humming in approval to himself as he stood back up. Kyle looked over to him in question, watching as he clumsily took off his shoes and tossed them on the floor.

What Kyle least expected, was for when Clyde walked back up to the bed and started to climb in, crawling over his body and plopping himself right behind him. Kyle couldn't find the words to use as Clyde wrapped his arms around him, Jimmy shrugging to himself and doing the same.

The redhead flush matched his hair, and though he was way too flustered to even curse the two out for being so bold, the comfort did feel nice. Nicer than what they were doing before, and he hadn't thought that was even possible.

"Y-you guys! You're gonna get sick!" He eventually managed to splutter out, refusing to smile when Jimmy's hand found his once more.

"It's f-fine. I get over it easily." The latter explained, smiling ear to ear as he snuggled his face into Kyle's chest. And he was sorta disappointed that they hadn't just taken Kyle's shirt off in the first place, because he would love to have skin to skin contact. But this was nice regardless, so he wasn't too unhappy.

"Same here. Plus, I kinda like being sick. I always get pampered." Clyde grinned, pulling Kyle closer to his chest without thought. He had been hesitant to come here in the first place, but now he was completely satisfied with the decision he had made to stay and not pussy out.

"Is that why you guys are being so nice to me? Because your parents do this to you?" Kyle asked, raising a brow as he slightly turned over to look at Clyde.

"Ew, if my dad ever cuddled me, I'd leave the toilet seat up for him." The brunette gagged, the other two laughing at the unexpected dark humor. They weren't entirely sure that the same death of his mother could happen to a male, but it was still a messed up, funny thought.

"Anyways, no. I just like cuddling, and you seemed like the perfect size for a body pillow." Clyde explained, nuzzling his face into Kyle's hair for emphasis.

Oh how he had always wanted to do that, and the softness didn't dare disappoint.

"...did you just indirectly call me short?" Kyle asked, causing Clyde to freeze in his movements. Kyle always hated his size. Going as far as to beating up someone for making fun of it. Cartman uncoincidentally being the only one to suffer that wrath, but it was clear enough to make a point to others.

Clyde fell into a nervous silence, and not being able to see Kyle's face just made him feel even more paranoid that he had fucked up.

"Uh...Jimmy, help me on this one." He tried, tightening his grip on Kyle again to make sure he wouldn't lash out and punch him in the face.

"Sorry, y-you're alone on this one pal." Jimmy snickered, hearing the genuine fear in his friend's voice. Clyde cursed, the other two laughing at him. But surprisingly, Kyle didn't seem mad - or even annoyed for that matter - so they weren't too worried about him kicking them out.

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate this all. I'll make sure to repay the favor when you get sick." Kyle said, rolling his eyes as he shifted his legs to get more comfortable. His bed wasn't small to him, but with two much taller and wider boys by his side, it definitely did feel like it went down in size.

"Who said we'll get sick?" Jimmy teased, simply enjoying the smell of his crush so up close. He felt like an absolute weirdo, but he just couldn't help but indulge in it.

"Jimmy, you guys are literally in my bed, cuddling with me, and I already coughed on you like, three times. I'm pretty sure you guys are gonna get sick." The redhead giggled, carding his free hand through Jimmy's hair. He smiled at the feeling.

"W-worth it." He admitted, snuggling impossibly closer.

"Agreed." Clyde said, doing the same as the other boy and pressing his body as close as he could get. Which wasn't very much because they were already back-to-chest.

Kyle just rolled his eyes for what felt like the tenth time, smiling never the less at the fluttery, warm feeling seeping into his chest. And not the bad kind like his sickness offered, but a pleasant kind. The kind that he felt multiple times in forth grade but stopped feeling after he realized relationships weren't his thing. He has stopped trying.

But this was nice. And he found that he wouldn't mind feeling it some more. He'd never felt it often with boys more so girls, so it was strange that he felt this way for Jimmy and Clyde. But in all honesty, it made sense. They were nice, sweet, and really caring when they wanted to be. It made sense for him to like them this way.

He snuggled back, feeling the edges of sleep pull him in. Usually he wouldn't dare let himself fall asleep near his friends unless it was Stan, but even then Kyle was hesitant. But he had a feeling he could trust these two. They'd showed him this much care so far, so he wasn't gonna second guess himself.

***

A few days passed and Kyle was able to go back to school. His sickness had only lasted two days, but it felt like forever to him before he was allowed to go outside again. It turns out, Clyde and Jimmy hadn't been there.

It was strange considering they had visited him and kept him company on the days he had been on bed-rest. Bringing him homework, giving him snacks they bought. It wasn't later from Tolkein that he found out, they had gotten sick.

It was funny, really. How they insisted they wouldn't get sick even though they had cuddled him for hours at a time and he had sneezed on them more time he can count. But, he had made a promise. So after school, he went straight to Shakey's to grab a few to-go milkshakes.

It would be difficult considering the two lived in different houses, but he'd find a way. They had done enough for him, now it was his turn.

He smiled at the thought, humming to himself happily as he walked down the street, shakes in hand. He could feel that weird tingle in his chest again just at the thought of them. A weird tingle that he knew of and what it was, but something that he never really listened to. But now, he really wanted to listen to it, because he felt like this time would be better than any little fling he tried in forth grade. A thing he messed up with Nichole, with Rebecca, with Leslie, with Bebe.

But he was sure he could give love a try again. Just this once, for Jimmy and Clyde, he could make an acception.

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I honestly don't know where I was going with this one, but I really like the ships, and the awkward tension, so here ya go.

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Stay safe, stay healthy, stay beautiful!

Until next time my loves!

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- Jxcky

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Main -

Kyle Broflovski

Jimmy Valmer

Clyde Donovan

Featured -

Stan Marsh

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Tolkein Black

Gerald Broflovski

Sheila Broflovski

Mentioned -

Kenneth Mckormick

Eric Cartman

Bebe Stevens

Wendy Testaburger

Ike Broflovski

Rebecca

Leslie