#lee stan

Kyle snorted at his best friend and crossed the room to throw his arm over Stan's shoulders and snapped a photo. It came out blurry as Stan struggled in his grip.

"Ah come on Stan, you're no fun anymore. Come on, you can sing with me." Stan shoved Kyle off as Kyle was already moving to the karaoke machine. Kyle pressed a button on the machine that booted up a song immediately. Kyle tipped his shades down to look at Stan with green-tinted eyes as he pointed at Stan with one hand and held a microphone with his other as the first notes of his song began to play. Stan rolled his eyes once more as he scratched near his eyelid, shedding black eyeshadow in the process.

"Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight? I wanna see what you got in stooore~ Giving it your all when you're dancing on me-" Kyle rocked his hips in tune with the music which Stan stifled both a groan and a blush at the same time at that; very confusing.

-"I wanna see if you can gimme some more~ You can be my girl and I can be your man, and we can pump this jam however you waaant~ Pump it from the side pump it upside down-" Kyle lifted one leg onto the couch and started humping the air in tune to the song, to which Stan stood up abruptly and crashed into him to get him to stop.

"Alright alright alright! Quit it!" Stan clicked a button on the machine that paused the song, silence filling its place. Kyle tsked, disappointed as he threw his arms up.

"Dude it was getting good, what the fuck?! Turn it back on." Kyle pressed the button to turn the song back on, but the machine didn't respond. Kyle pressed it a few more times, to no avail, and kicked it out of frustration. "This shit's gahbage. Need to get a new one, it's been acting up lately."

"Or the machine just doesn't want to play your shitty-ass song. Here, I'll show you what real music is. Not this disgusting Disney pop trash." Stan programmed the machine to play a new song, and snagged the microphone from Kyle, but not without a flirtatious wink from Kyle first. Stan's cheeks burned an uncharacteristic red as the first few notes of the song began to play. He began to sing.

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight. That's why my wrists are so sooore~" Kyle gave Stan a bewildered look as Stan kept going.

"I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a whore. Everybody drinking, shot glasses on the floor. We be clubbing all night, gimme some more-" Now it was Kyle's turn to shut off the machine. Stan petered out the last few words without the song's help and whirled around to face Kyle.

"Hey, what the hell? It was getting to the good part!" Stan asked angrily. Kyle put his hands on his hips and motioned to Stan.

"You call that music? They're talking about cutting themselves and whores for Christ's sake!" Kyle rose his voice while adjusting his shades, which riled Stan up as well.

"What about your song with you humping the damn air? That's not inappropriate?! Turn it back on, I said." Stan reached to turn the music back on the machine, but Kyle gripped his wrist before he could make it. Stan attempted to wrench his hand back but Kyle kept a firm hold on him.

"Hell no. We either listen to my music or not. I'm not catching your depression from your emo My Chemical Romance crap." That was Stan's final straw. With a growl, Stan launched himself at Kyle and took him to the floor. Kyle's shades and cap were knocked off his head as Stan straddled his hips. Stan knew he'd have to take the advantage as soon as possible because he did NOT have a physical advantage over Kyle. It was a part of the Jersey aesthetic for men to be ripped, and Kyle was indeed that while Stan was...not.

So Stan tore down Kyle's defenses the only way he knew how. Stan started scribbling his fingers in between the spaces of Kyle's lower ribs and sides; Kyle already bubbling up in laughter as he wriggled on the carpet.

"My music is not Emo you wanna-be Jersey Shore copycat. It's better than anything you've ever played!" Stan yelled, his black lipstick staining the corners of his mouth. It's been a while since he touched up his makeup, but that would have to wait. He would have to teach this lesson to Kyle quick before he tried any retaliation.

Kyle's red hair splayed on the carpet as he laughed and tried to grab Stan's wrists. "Pffmt- Stahahan! Stohohop thahat!" Funnily enough, in his laughing fit, his Jersey accent mysteriously disappeared. Kyle's eyes squinted as his smile took up his face; Stan's hand spidering his hard stomach. How could he have this many abs and still be so sensitive, Stan thought distantly.

"No, this is the only way you'll listen. You're not only calling my music Emo, but you also called it crap." Stan's next point was drowned out by Kyle's outpour of laughter as Stan kneaded an exceptionally mean thumb in Kyle's bare hip divet. Wearing his pajama pants so low had its consequences. Kyle's eyes were screwed shut as he was temporarily too weak to fight back."STAhahahan! Gehehehet ohohohoff!" Kyle yelled out and wriggled like a worm on a hook.

"Hmph, your fault for wearing your pants so low. I mean, who does that? It's like you're asking for this to happen. This is why your music and fashion tastes are questionable at best. See, if you would pay attention to any of the Goth Tiktoks I send you, we'd agree a lot more often." Stan grew way too comfortable with the situation in his position. He attempted to hold both of Kyle's wrists in one of his hands, which Kyle easily broke out of.

Kyle's hand shot out to start squeezing the closest part of Stan to him. It was Stan's knee that was exposed through his baggy jeans. Stan yelped and folded to the side, crumbling easily. Kyle popped up and dove in, causing Stan to shriek. Kyle's face was flushed and his curls bounced around his forehead while his fingers squished and kneaded into his best friend.

"W-Wahahait wahait waihait! No nohoho no I'm SAH-! I'm sohohohrry!" Stan fought to bring his knees up to his belly to protect himself, but Kyle found weak spots all over him. He squished Stan's sides, which made Stan cover his sides, and when his hands were out of the way he kneaded into his hips, causing him to squeal.

"Oh, talk about my accent leaving? You raised 3 octaves in your voice! I've never heard you so loud. You know maybe if you spoke up more often, I'd actually care about your opinion on my tastes." Kyle swung a leg around Stan's thighs to force one of them down and attacked his belly with one hand. Stan's tummy was definitely softer than Kyle's, with some chub around his belly button. Which just so happens to be ridiculously ticklish. Stan yelped as Kyle repeatedly squished the patch of chub over and over again.

"KYhyhyhyhle! Stohohohop stohohop stop! Nohohot thehehere!" Kyle was unfazed at his best friend's reaction. He knew when Stan really needed it to stop, and he wasn't nearly there yet.

"Huh, I wonder what would happen if I recorded this and sent it to your uppity black-clothed douchebag friends. You think they would kick you out of their dick-sucking club- GAH!" Stan didn't know how he did it, but he managed to wrench his grip out of Kyle's hold and shoved his hand up Kyle's armpit and started to scribble.

"Youhohohou ahahahasshole! Gehehehet ohohout of thehehere!" Kyle winced as Stan rose higher and shook his hand in the sensitive spot.

"Yeah? Well what if I recorded this and sent it to your orange spray-tanned "5-seconds-of-fame" seeking asshole friends and show them what a poser you are? I'm sure anyone THIS incredibly ticklish couldn't fit in-" Kyle reached forward and gripped Stan's hip and started to knead. Stan fell backward on the carpet of the living room like a felled tree. Kyle smirked at how easy it was to disarm his friend.

"You're one to talk aren't you, huh Cabbage? Well, you won't be talking in a second." Kyle's chain escaped his tank top as he thrust forward and started squishing into Stan's belly. Stan shrieked a manly sound as he started to curl up into his defensive ball.

"Shuhu-ahahaha! Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Stan yelled out. Kyle snorted at Stan's attempt at being intimidating. Stan reached out and did what he could. Kyle's chain glinted in his eye as he grabbed the cross and yanked it off Kyle's neck. Stan kept it in a tight grip in his fist and raised it above his head.

Now it was Kyle's turn to roll his eyes as he simply started scratching his fingers in Stan's armpit. Stan instinctively shot his elbow down to save himself as Kyle attempted to pry his fingers open.

"Give that back asshole! It's my only Ed Hardy chain!" As Kyle was distracted trying to get his chain back, Stan reached forward and scribbled his fingers in Kyle's ribs. Kyle winced as he tried his hardest to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore his side getting squished. Kyle let go of Stan's hand and angrily squished Stan's kneecap to get back at him, to which Stan yelped and kicked his leg out reflexively. His Converse-covered foot kicked the glitchy karaoke machine.

Both Stan and Kyle stopped respectively at the loud clank; their hearts beating wildly in their chests. The machine made some whirring sounds, like recording and re-recording and wires getting crossed. Suddenly, a song started to play. The last two songs that were recently played on the machine glitched into one melody.

"Hey baby girl what you doin' tonight?"

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight."

"I wanna see what you got in stooore~"

"That's why my wrists are so sooore~"

Kyle looked to Stan; his makeup smeared and his hair tousled. He lost his beanie somewhere in the fight. Stan looked to Kyle, his tank top half drug up and his hair a mess. Stan silently handed Kyle over his chain and shrugged his shoulders.

"This song actually..." Stan started.

"Eric Cartman, take your textbook out and flip to page 202. We're talking torture topics today." Mr. Garrison instructed. Mr. Garrison might as well have told Cartman he was taking him on a surprise trip to Disneyland. His face lit up with childlike wonder as he took out his textbook.

"Torture topics?! Why didn't you say so?! Hurry up already and teach!" Cartman quickly flipped his book to the page and got his pencils and notebook set up to take studious notes. He's never been so well-prepared for a class in his life.

"Okay then children, today we will be discussing Ancient China and the torture methods they used against their people who committed crimes in the village. One of the most common torture methods was tattooing. Now, this may not seem like a-" Mr. Garrison went on describing torture methods used by the Ancient Chinese; the children wincing at some and grimacing at others, while Cartman drank it all in.

He didn't care if they were more of the boring ones or the more gruesome ones, he viewed them all one and the same. He felt so informed and educated. If only school were like this all the time.

Kyle held his throat while Stan winced and wrote down notes in his notebook while Mr. Garrison was finishing up with the Han Dynasty.

"Now children, nobility of Ancient China could be tortured as well for their crimes, but due to their status, they were given a punishment that would be considered light to most people. The method of choice was tickling, or tickling torture, as it was painless and left no marks behind on the noble's skin. The Ancient Chinese reserved tickling torture for nobles and those in positions of authority." Mr. Garrison read from his textbook.

Murmurs started going around the classroom and snickers at the goofy idea.

"Tickling as torture?" Wendy asked.

"It doesn't even hurt," Craig noted.

"That sounds awesome," Cartman remarked, starstruck. Kyle shivered at the idea while Stan held his breath. Kenny was playing with his pencil to distract himself when he felt a poke in his side. He let out a small noise behind his hood when he looked to his right and saw Cartman looking at him with a wicked grin.

"Whumph?" Kenny asked. Cartman said nothing and turned his attention back to the front. Mr. Garrison was trying to settle down the class as they grew more riled up at the discussion of tickling.

"Dude, imagine stealing a piece of bread to feed your family and you get tickled for a day. Like, what?" Stan asked with an amused grin. Kyle shook his head with a smile as he turned to Stan. The classroom was discussing among themselves now as Mr. Garrison quit trying to settle them down and organized his work instead.

"Mr. Garrison said they reserved it for nobility, dude. So imagine being a count or a duke or something and getting tickled. That's even more embarrassing- Ah!" Kyle felt a push in his side all of a sudden. He turned around to see Cartman with his pencil outstretched with the eraser sticking out.

"What Cartman? Don't do that!" Kyle berated. Stan snickered at Kyle's easy temper.

"Relax Kyle, he didn't do anyth-EENG!" Stan scrambled in his chair as he felt fingers wriggle in his side. Stan slapped Cartman's hand away and fumed at him.

"Dude Cartman what the hell is your problem? What do you want?" Stan demanded. Kenny, Stan, and Kyle looked at their friend demanding an explanation.

"I have been possessed with the spirit of an Ancient Chinese master tickler! It is all I know how to do. To punish- using tickles." Cartman claimed. Kyle rolled his eyes as he turned to Stan in his chair.

"Shut up dumbass, no you haven't. I'm sure it was more a myth than anything actually based in fact." Kyle theorized. Kenny turned to Cartman and placed his cheek on his fist.

"Speak in ancient Chinese if you've been possessed, Cartman." Stan teased. Kenny and Kyle laughed with Stan while Cartman fumed.

"Hmhmhmph! Yeah, spmeak in Chimnese imph youmph- mmph! Mhmhmhmph! Cartmahahan!" Kenny burst out in giggles as Cartman scribbled his fingers on Kenny's side. Kenny's parka made an awful zipping sound as Cartman's nails zipped on the synthetic material. Cartman switched to squeezing Kenny's side instead to lessen the noises he made.

"You disrespect the authori-tah of the almighty tickler! For that, you must perish!" Cartman demanded. Kenny's eyes narrowed as he kicked in his chair and held onto Cartman's wrist while he squeezed. Kenny brought his knee up in his seat to try and shield himself, but Cartman reached over and squished the top of his knee until Kenny squirmed enough to throw it back down.

"Cahahartman! Stohohomph! You'remph not funneheheymph!" Stan and Kyle turned around to see their friend getting tickled by Cartman. They looked at each other with a sigh.

"Cartman, let 'em go." Kyle reached out to lay a hand on Cartman's shoulder to stop him from tickling Kenny. "You're not possessed by the-" Cartman switched his attention to Kyle and grabbed his wrist to keep it in its upright position, and tickled Kyle's free armpit.

Kyle's serious face turned into one of mirth as he giggled and fought automatically. Kyle's elbow bent to pull his body close to his outstretched arm, which just closed Cartman's fingers into Kyle's divet and trapped them in between his armpit and his arm.

"Pffmt- Cahahartman! Lehehet go dumbahahass!" Kyle snickered as Stan watched, unsure of how to help. Kenny held his chest, recovering from the random tickle attack and breathing deeply.

"Your impolite nature will be corrected by the master tickler of Ancient China! You will learn to respect my authori-tah!" Cartman took his other hand and reached forward behind his desk to squish his hand in Kyle's side while his first hand was still stuck in Kyle's armpit. Kyle giggled at the ridiculous tickles, the loud classroom discussion between friends being the perfect cover for Kyle's laughter.

"Stohohop! Gehehet off mehehe duhuhuhude!" Kyle snickered, his face alight with his snickers. Stan pushed down his anxiety and tried to go a different approach. Stan reached forward and hooked his arm under Cartman's to pull his arm down and away from Kyle. But that still left him open. Cartman wasted no time in reaching forward with the newly dislodged hand and dove straight for Stan's hip.

Cartman squished Stan's hip through his shirt and jeans, but it was still enough to make Stan giggle and kick his leg. Now Cartman's hand was trapped underneath Kyle's armpit and squeezing Stan's hip at the same time.

"You will respect the ways of the Ancient Chinese tickler! You will pay for your insubordination!" Stan and Kyle continued to laugh while Kenny reached forward and started tugging on Cartman's arm.

"Kenny- Kenny myeh. Myeh Kenny- they were about to pay for their insubordinatiooon. Stop it, Kenny, you dickhole!" Cartman took his hands off Kyle and Stan and dove them both for Kenny, grabbing both his sides and squishing the divets. Kenny started giggling again and fell over onto his desktop, a real pile of giggles.

"Using this torture method, I'll build my own empire! Anyone who questions the almighty imperial leader will be sent to the stockades! It's almost too perfect..." Cartman fantasized about his empire while scribbling his fingers all over Kenny's sides, armpit, and zipping his fingers along his back. Anywhere he could reach Kenny was targeted.

"Cahahartman pleheheamph! Nohohomph mohohoremph!" Kenny laughed out behind his hood as he swung his arms towards Cartman to get him to back off.

"Cartman get off of him, he said to- stohohohop!" Stan burst out laughing as Cartman switched gears and reached forward to start squeezing Stan's sides again. Stan curled up as well as he could, but Cartman had a firm grip on him. Stan held onto Cartman's wrist with both hands while Kyle lunged forward to wrench Cartman off of Stan.

Cartman used his other hand to scribble his fingers in Kyle's neck and ears, to which Kyle made a small shriek and batted his hands away. With Cartman's arms outstretched to either side, Kenny took hold of Cartman's back and tried pulling him back from both of his friends, but his weight helped Cartman in this situation.

It was truly a scene, with Stan and Kyle laughing, Cartman having a tyrannical look on his face while Kenny tried wrenching back Cartman from tickling his friends. A sight to behold. And Mr. Garrison beheld it.

"Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Eric, what the hell do you think you're doing in my classroom?!" Mr. Garrison bellowed. All four of them froze in their comical position. Even Kyle and Stan's laughter ceased immediately as this was no longer funny.

"All four of you head down to the principal's office, this instant!" Mr. Garrison demanded. The boys scoffed as they slowly collected their belongings and made their way down to the Principal's office.

"Way to go Fatboy, you got us all in trouble," Kyle remarked.

"You talk to me like that again, Kahl, and the Ancient Chinese tickler will possess me again and punish you," Cartman retorted as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

Kyle didn't respond to his threat. He didn't want to see if Cartman was serious or not.

"Ihihihihit's nahahat my fahahault! I-I hahahave a better buhuhild!" Even while getting tickled Kyle was still actively trying to win the race. Stan had abandoned his controller to use both hands against Kyle; his Dry Bowser staying idle behind the start line.

Kyle's arms tried to squeeze into his sides to get Stan's hands out of his spaces, however, that just locked Stan further into place.

"Stahahahan fuhuhuck off ahahahalready! Jehehesus!" Kyle's eyes narrowed in his giggles while Stan suddenly shoved his hands up Kyle's armpits. Kyle squealed and fell backward right into Stan as a reflex, his controller abandoned.

"GAH! Okahahahay okahahahay! I'll throw the- gahahahame!" Kyle's feet kicked while he tried to escape Stan's tickly grip. Stan looked down at Kyle's face while Kyle lay in his lap, his expression alight with forced laughter. Stan refused to blush at the boy on his lap as he picked up his controller and played his Dry Bowser.

After all that, Stan finished in third. Against the NPC's. Peach and Waluigi were always difficult. Stan celebrated his victory as he noted Baby Rosalina in 12th place. Kyle had since then rolled off of Stan's lap and sat fuming next to him, his "happiness" burnt away.

"Woo! Good game, dude." Stan smiled over at Kyle, but Kyle was noticeably angry.

"If you wanted to win, you could have just said that. Why are you always tickling me, Stan? It's fucking annoying." Kyle had his arms crossed, not wanting to admit that if he replayed what just happened in his mind, he could feel Stan's phantom fingers in his ribs.

Stan's smile slid off his face. He shrugged and offered Kyle his controller back. Kyle just stared at him with an angry silence.

"Dude I can't just ask you to lose for me, that's lame. And I-I dunno, I just think it's funny." Stan shrugged his shoulders while Kyle threw up his hands in astonishment.

"You think it's funny? You think it's a big fucking joke to laugh against your will?" Kyle's eyes burned. Stan glanced to his right to see if Kyle was serious.

"...Dude I dunno! I didn't think it was that big of a deal-"

"Oh you don't? Are you ticklish, Stan? Do you know what it's like?" Kyle started moving towards Stan; Stan now getting a nervous feeling in his chest.

"Dude come on, you don't have to do that. Alright here, I promise never to tickle you again, okay?" Stan started backing up while Kyle continued to come closer to where he sat on the carpet.

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. This is gonna be for every single time you decided to tickle me to get something from me or beat me in something." Kyle grabbed Stan's wrist and pinned it to the floor, and put his knee in place on his wrist. Stan winced and tried fighting Kyle. "Every time you distracted me to steal my toys, or every time you threatened to tell Cartman I'm ticklish so I'm forced to give you my desserts! You're gonna fucking get it, Stan!"

Stan's ears blushed a bright red at the thought of what was to come. Kyle had successfully sat on Stan's waist, his arms pinned between his sides and Kyle's legs. Stan's legs started to kick.

"Dude come on seriously you don't have to do this!" Stan shook his head as Kyle prepped his fingers.

"Oh, like you gave me a chance every time I told YOU to stop! Fuck you, Stan! This is what you deserve!" Kyle dove right into Stan's ribs, expecting a huge response from Stan as this was personally one of his biggest spots. Stan screwed his eyes shut, waiting for his own laughter to come-

But nothing happened. "Wh- huh?" Kyle squeezed and released his fingers into Stan's ribs. Stan released one eye to see what Kyle was doing to him. Stan could feel Kyle's hands squeezing his ribcage, but it wasn't exactly ticklish.

"You're not...laughing?" Kyle furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Stan bit his lip to try to not laugh at Kyle's confusion.

"Guess you're the only ticklish one here, dude." Stan shrugged and laid his head back on the carpet while Kyle started tazing his ribs. He poked and prodded his ribcage, he tried his top rib and bottom rib and everything in between.

"What? No way! Dude stop holding in your laughter!" Kyle accused. Stan's mouth went agape as he looked down at Kyle still trying to elicit a response from him.

"Dude I'm not! I'm just not ticklish there, I guess!" Kyle grit his teeth in anger as he tried poking all over Stan's midsection now. He forced his fingers into Stan's armpits. Nothing. He poked and prodded all over his tummy, which made Stan huff a little bit, but nothing to get excited over.

Kyle even went so far as to lift Stan's hoodie and stuck a finger in his belly button, to which he was called a fag by Stan for doing something that gay.

"This is impossible! How are you not ticklish anywhere?!" Kyle's eye twitched at his plan backfiring. Stan shrugged that infuriating shrug of his.

"Mmm, not sure. But we've been here for about five minutes now, so just let me get up." Stan brought his knees up behind Kyle to try and get up; Kyle felt Stan's legs bump him in the back.

A lightbulb burst in Kyle's head.

"Kyle? K-Kyle what are you-" Stan sputtered as Kyle had a wonderfully manic look on his face. The ginger sat up quickly, and planted himself back down on Stan, non too gently, by the way. Kyle was now facing Stan's jeaned legs.

"If you're not ticklish anywhere on your upper body-" Kyle reached over to Kyle's knees and locked his fingers behind them. Kyle could feel Stan shifting underneath him. "-you have to be ticklish on your lower body."

"Or maybe I'm just not ticklish at all, dumbass! People like that exist!" Despite Stan's words, Kyle could hear the urgency in them. He had him now.

Kyle didn't speak as he started squeezing into Stan's knees. There it was. Stan started giggling and kicking his legs as he felt Kyle squish into the skin just above his knees.

"You almost had me, Stan. You almost got me. Now it's time for revenge!" Kyle sounded diabolical as Stan brought his legs up only to slam them back down on his bedroom floor.

"Kyhyhyhyhyle! Plehehehease! I'm sorrehehehee! I wohohohon't tihihihickle you agahahain!" Stan's eyes narrowed in his laughs, while he felt Kyle's fingers squish and scribble underneath his knees. "No-HOHO! Nohohohohot thehehehere!!"

Kyle was LIVING right now. So many years of being Stan's victim, and now Stan was finally his. Why didn't he do this sooner? This was awesome!

"Oh no Stan, you're not getting off that easy!" Even though Stan was wearing his washed denim jeans, it was still very easy to feel Kyle's wriggling fingers through the material. Kyle squeezed his fingers from Stan's knees and kneaded up the length of his thighs, which made Stan squeal and press his legs together.

"Gahahahaha! Duhuhuhuhude stohohohohop! Ihihihihit's nohohohot funnehehehehee!" Stan shook his head as Kyle scooped his arm underneath Stan's thigh to wrench his legs apart, and started tazering his inner thigh. "STOHOHOP!! KYHYHYHYLE!!"

"Oh of course Stan, it's not funny when it's happening to you, but when it's happening to me it's just the funniest thing in the world, isn't it?" Kyle rolled his eyes despite delighting in Stan's raucous laughter. His fingers scribbled and worked up the length of his inner thigh, being careful of a certain high area. But the higher on Stan's thigh he went, the louder Stan's laughter became.

"Yeahahahaha thahahat's how ihihihiht- WOHOHORKS!! FUHUHUCK KYLE!!" Kyle had released his leg and was now kneading into the tops of both of his thighs; squishing and releasing the skin repeatedly. It seemed while Kyle was moderately ticklish all over his body, Stan had a few choice ticklish spots that needed finding.

Kyle could feel Stan shift and fight underneath him; he could feel his stomach breathing in and belting out his boyish laughs. Kyle had to admit, he could understand why it was easy for Stan to resort to this more often than not when he wanted something. It was just...so easy. His best friend was crumbling underneath him with squeezes and squishes. And his reactions were entertaining.

"Maybe it's not so funny anymore now that you-" Kyle was speaking, but was interrupted by a sudden sound. Stan snorted through his nose as he was trying to breathe. Kyle looked over his shoulder, his fingers stilling a bit.

"Dude...did you just snort?" Kyle asked. Stan's eyes were lidded as he breathed in deeply.

"I uh... I- hehe- I don't know! Get off me already!" Stan wriggled underneath Kyle. Kyle did get off of Stan's waist, but he sat by Stan's side and started digging into his sides again. This time, Stan started giggling in earnest.

"No way! Snort again! I wanna hear!" Stan shook his head while trying to elbow Kyle's arms away from his sides.

"Fuhuhuhuck nohohoho! I'm nohohohot dohohohoing thahahat!" Stan's head drug along the floor trying to escape Kyle's grip, his blue hat sliding off his head. His black hair fell over his eyes.

"Come on dude! Snort again and I'll stop, I promise!" Kyle suddenly went from Stan's sides to squeezing into Stan's thighs without warning. Stan's laughter boomed as he tried to curl into a ball and push himself away from Kyle's hands.

"GOHOD!! GET OFF MEHEHE!!" Stan demanded, now getting pissed. In a fit of effort, he reached above his head and started squeezing Kyle's sides. Kyle's hands immediately retreated as he recoiled and giggled out.

"Stahahahan! Stohohohop!" Kyle snickered and brought his knees up in defense, but Stan popped up and pushed his legs down to reach more of his body.

"No way, you-"

"Boys? Are you-" The bedroom door opened, Stan's dad appearing in the doorway. Stan and Kyle looked up at Randy; their bodies tangled in their fight.

"....right." Randy stared at them for a moment, before putting his hands up wordlessly and shutting the door behind him.

Kyle and Stan looked at each other before blushing madly and pushing themselves away from each other. Stan swiped his hat off the floor and shoved his hat back on forcefully.

"Dude, gay."

 DomDomDom- DomDomDOMDOMDOM-

 Whoever was at the door was getting incessant. Kyle groaned as he heaved his body off the couch and opened his front door. A wave of alcohol and cold night air whooshed in through the open entrance.

 "Kyyyyyllllle!" Stan stood behind the door, a wide lazy smile across his flushed cheeks. His bleached hair fell in his blue eyes as he held his arms out wide. Stan stepped forward to hug Kyle, but his heavy body fell into Kyle's. Kyle braced himself as he took in Stan's weight as Stan stumbled in through the entrance.

 "Stan? Aw dude, what the hell is this-" Kyle heard a bottle's liquid content clink behind him. Stan held the neck of a bottle of alcohol while he hugged Kyle tightly. Stan reeked of liquor and cigarettes.

 "Kyle- Kyle it's so- *hic* -it's so good to see you. I-I haven't seen you in ages-" Stan's words all slurred in an indecipherable speech. Kyle rolled his eyes as he helped Stan into his home and shut the door behind him.

 "I just saw you at school yesterday?" Kyle pointed out as he tried to get Stan to stand by himself. Stan glued himself to Kyle's shoulders.

"I know it was too long! You shoulda drunk with me dude!" Stan rested his head on Kyle's shoulder as Kyle's cheeks burned. It was embarrassing to deal with drunk people like this.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs." Kyle took Stan's arm around his shoulders and started helping him up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Ooooo- going to Kyle's rooooom! I wonder what's gonna happen in theeeeeere!~" Stan called out loudly; his head rolling onto Kyle's shoulder and poking Kyle’s side with his other hand. Kyle slapped Stan's hand away.

"Dude shut up you're too loud! You're gonna wake the neighbors!" Kyle hissed at his best friend. Stan sputtered a mixture of laughing through his nose and snorting.

"Pffmmtshshh- Oooooo gotta be quuuiiiieeeet guys- it's too looooud for Kyle- pssshhhh- quieeeetttt-" Stan put a finger over his lips to shush himself as Kyle groaned and opened his bedroom door. Stan detached himself from Kyle's shoulder as he stumbled across the room and plopped on Kyle's made bed.

"Auuuhhh duuude- your bed is soooooo comfy! Oooohmm my Goood-" Stan dropped his bottle of liquor on Kyle's floor, which miraculously stayed upright on the carpet. Kyle sighed and picked up the bottle to place on his nightstand. Kyle turned the bottle to peek at the label. A bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila. Definitely swiped from his Dad’s cabinet. 

 Kyle raked his curls out of his face as he took a seat on his bed. “So what happened tonight? Who were you drinking with?” Kyle asked Stan. Stan’s shoulders started jumping while he laughed face-down in Kyle’s bed. 

 “I didn’t know *huc* you were my MOM Kyle-” Stan shifted on Kyle’s bed to lay on his back and rub his hands on his face. Kyle rolled his eyes as he stood up and pulled out his phone to call the guys. The phone ringed for a few moments before Kenny and Cartman picked up on group call. 

 “Sup Kyle!” Kenny greeted. 

 “Wha’dyou want Jew-” Cartman butted in with the sounds of a video game filling the background. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose as Stan sat up on the bed and held his arms out to Kyle. 

 “Kyle? Kyle *hic* can I have a hug?” Stan pulled Kyle into him as he smooshed his face in Kyle’s side. Kyle held his face to contain his patience as he spoke to Kenny and Cartman. 

 “Were any of you guys drinking with Stan tonight?” Kyle asked. Kenny shook his head no as Butters popped into frame. 

 “Not me. I’ve been hanging out with Butters.” 

 “Oh, heya Kyle! Good to see ya!” Butters waved enthusiastically. 

 “Not me, been too busy killing goddamned Japs-” Cartman responded with gunshots in the background. 

 “What’s up with Stan? Is he fucked?” Kenny asked. Stan perked up at the sound of his name and tried to peek at Kyle’s phone. 

 “Kenny? Kenny is that you? Dude we should fucking invite Kenny here I wanna hug him!” Stan pulled on Kyle’s wrist to bring the phone closer to his mouth. Kyle grunted as he was forced downwards towards Stan. “Kenny! Kenny get your ass over here so I can hug you!” 

 Kyle took his phone back as Stan took back his original position with hugging Kyle’s side and his face in his belly. 

 “You tell me if he’s fucked or not, Kenny.” Kenny snorted as Butters giggled in the background. 

 “Alright, I’m leaving this call. See ya, queermos.” Cartman clicked off the call, leaving just Kyle, Kenny and Butters. 

 “Sorry dude. Let us know if you need help. We didn’t drink with him tonight.” Kenny responded. Stan started giggling in Kyle’s belly, the vibrations Kyle could feel through his clothes. 

 “Hmhmhm- Kyle has a bellyyyy~” Stan took a deep breath and blew a big raspberry in Kyle’s stomach, before laughing hysterically at his own action and falling back into the bed. Kyle pursed his lips in annoyance as he went back to the guys on the call. Kenny and Butters were watching Kyle with amused glances. 

 “Well, good luck with Stan, Kyle! And congratulations on having a belly and stuff!” Butters smiled with Kenny before clicking off the call. Kyle sighed as he looked to Stan on his bed. Stan was breathing peacefully with his eyes closed. 

 “Stan, why did you drink tonight? You know we have practice tomorrow.” Kyle sat back down on the bed; Stan immediately hooking his arm around Kyle’s waist. 

 “Wendy broke up with me.” Stan responded clearly. Kyle looked down at his friend, his mouth slightly agape. 

 “Oh dude...oh my god-” 

 “I thought this time was *hic*...gonna be different.” Stan moved his head towards the ceiling to speak more clearly to Kyle. “I thought this was gonna be the time I make- I do it right, y’know. But...she didn’t give me a reason.” 

 Kyle didn’t know how to react. He started rubbing Stan’s back in soothing circles with his hand. 

 “Stan I’m- I’m so sorry buddy. I know she didn’t-” Kyle felt Stan’s ribs contract under his hand. Kyle looked down to see Stan rubbing his face against Kyle’s blankets as tears rolled down his cheeks. 

 “Hpph- Why didn’t she give me a reason Kyle- I thought we were gonna go all the way and do it right this time. I thought I wasn’t gonna screw up, but I did, anyway. And I don’t even know what I messed up, just the fact that she broke it off so cleanly with no fucking remorse-” Stan bitterly wiped away his tears, but more came in their place. 

 “Snff- And-And I wanted to treat her right so badly, I wanted her to know I loved her and adored her every single day but it still wasn’t enough. And I was so sorry that I screwed up yet another time but I couldn’t. I love her so much, Kyle. She’s my everything. And I lost her.” 

 Kyle breathed in heavily and gave Stan a hug as well as he could in his upright position while Stan held onto him tightly. They held each other for a moment while Stan shed tears down his face. 

 “You can’t blame yourself, Stan. She could be going through a rough time and giving her her space is the one thing you can do for her. If she truly wants you back, she knows where to find you.” Kyle explained while he rubbed Stan’s back. He hated to see his friend get his heart broken over and over, but he’s come to get used to it. And he’s come to loathe Wendy as a result. 

 “But I miss her...and I wanna know what I did to make her wanna do what she did. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Kyle. I don’t know what’d I *hic*...do without her.” Stan rubbed his eyes to rid himself of more tears with the sleeves of his jacket. 

 “I’m sorry dude. I wish I could do something to help.” Kyle rubbed the back of his neck while Stan sat upright on his bed. It physically looked like his head was swirling. Kyle couldn’t imagine how he actually felt. 

 “Well- *hic* there’s- you can do me a weird favor, if you want.” Stan said with lidded eyes. Kyle nodded his head fervently, his curls bouncing with the action. 

 “Yeah, of course dude, anything!” Stan rubbed his eyes harshly of any tears, leaving his face scrubbed and worn. 

 “You can- heh- y-you could tickle me if you wanted to...” Stan carded his fingers through his bleached hair as Kyle looked puzzled. 

 “...Huh?” Stan leaned back on Kyle’s bed with his forearms behind him as his eyes grew lidded and tired. 

 “I just...I just wanna laugh and forget about everything for a second. Clearly *hic* clearly fucking booze isn’t helping at all cause I can still feel my heart shattering-” Stan held a hand over his heart and laid back on Kyle’s bed. Kyle held a handful of his blanket to think. If it would help his best friend out of this sadness he’s gotten into...and he did say he would do anything...

 “Okay, I’ll do it.” Kyle declared. Stan gasped dramatically and threw his arms up in the air to celebrate. 

 “Yaaaay *hic* th-thank you Kyle! I loooove yoooou~” Stan threw his upper body on Kyle to give him a hug that was very heavy. Kyle winced as he shoved his hands up Stan’s ribs and started scribbling into them. 

 “Dude, get off me.” Stan squealed in his throat and curled up in a ball, his knees tucking into his tummy. 

 “Gahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle stohohohop!” Stan lazily bat Kyle’s hands away, but they were easy to avoid. 

 “You told me to do this?” Kyle tried to lessen the intensity by just moving his fingerpads across Stan’s sides softly. It didn’t help. 

 “I knohohow buhuhut ihihit tihihihickles!” Stan’s eyes narrowed in his laughter as he tried to curl into a tighter ball. Kyle groaned as he squeezed Stan’s thighs to get his legs to come down. It worked. 

 “Ehehehehee! Kyhyhyle stahahap ihihihit!~” Stan gave a zesty ass response as Kyle squished his fingers into Stan’s thighs. They were jeaned and Kyle was still squeezing relatively light, but Stan was still giggling enthusiastically. 

 “Is this making you feel better yet?” Kyle groaned. He’d love nothing more than to just get Stan cleaned up and headed to bed. Stan nodded with pink cheeks as Kyle moved up to his sides and squished in the skin. 

 “Yehehehes! I-hehehee!” Stan covered his face with his arms to cover up his blush. Kyle took the stupid easy opportunity to scribble all over Stan’s tummy. Stan laughed earnestly as his elbows shot down to cover himself. 

 “GAHhahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle dohohohon’t tihihhickle mehehe!~” Stan giggled like a schoolgirl as Kyle blushed madly. This was embarrassing as all hell. 

 “Alright fine, I won’t.” Kyle stopped tickling Stan, but Stan complained and went to hug Kyle around his waist. 

 “Kyle noooo- don’t leave me. Please- I’m sorry...” Stan rested his cheek against Kyle’s thigh as he still embraced him. Kyle sighed as he rubbed Stan’s back. 

 “I’m not leaving you dude, I’m right here-” Kyle heard a burbling sound come from Stan. Stan sprang up off the bed quickly and grabbed Kyle’s trashcan to relieve his stomach of its contents. 

 “Aw- dude! Sick!” Kyle exclaimed. Stan heaved as he set the trashcan down, and face-planted on the bed. 

 “Aw dude- I’m so fucking sorry man- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” Kyle shook his head as he raked his curls back. 

 “It’s fine man, don’t worry about it-” 

 “No no no- I’m sorry, Kyle I didn’t mean to-” 

 “It’s fine dude! Just-” Kyle looked over at Stan. He was snoring, totally passed the fuck out. Kyle sighed as he got up slowly to not disturb Stan, and removed his best friends shoes and carefully removed his jacket. He tucked Stan in with a fluffy blanket of his and turned out the bedroom light. 

"Oh...killer." Stan looked back to his phone with Kyle's hand hanging limp in the air. Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed.

"Dude, what the hell? You love Terrance and Phillip. You didn't think it was funny?" Kyle asked. Stan shrugged as he scrolled through his social media.

"I dunno dude, maybe I've seen the bit one too many times. It's not that big of a deal." Kyle laid back on his side of the couch with a quirked lip. Without another word, he kept scrolling through the Terrance and Phillip TikTok page, quietly giggling at the jokes.

"Pfft- hahaha! Oh man, Kyle, you gotta see this!" Stan reached over the blanket to show Kyle his phone. Kyle looked away from his to see. "It's Bo Burnham's newest show on Netflix! Everyone says it's his best one yet! We have to watch it together." Kyle looked at the phone in confusion. It was just a guy doing stand-up.

"Dude Bo Burnham isn't funny? And besides, since when did you start liking him?" Stan's face fell as he took his phone back and shrugged.

"I dunno dude, Terrance and Phillip just aren't that funny anymore. I mean, how many times can you fart on a dude's head and still think it's funny?" Stan questioned. Kyle put his phone in his lap as he splayed his hands.

"Well, what's so funny about Bo Burnham? The only thing I can remember of him is that Jeff Bezos song and that was just it- a song. You're laughing at songs now?" Stan put down his phone as well, getting increasingly agitated.

"It's better than laughing at childish shit like fart jokes and diarrhea all the time! I thought you were the mature one, Kyle. How can you still find that hilarious?" Kyle's mouth went agape as he threw up his hands.

"I don't know dude it's my childhood! It's both our childhood, and you still think it's funny, you just don't want to admit it cause you think you're more superior than the rest of us." Kyle accused.

"I don't think I'm superior! I just wanted to find different stuff to laugh at. Stuff that isn't immature." Stan crossed his arms as Kyle grunted. Kyle hated arguments, he wished there was a way to put a swift end to this.

Stan's leg was wedged between the couch and Kyle's own leg. It was starting to go numb, so Stan shifted on the couch to try and relieve it. A crazy idea shot into Kyle's mind.

Kyle grabbed hold of Stan's ankle and set it on his lap. Stan had his jeans and his black socks on despite the blanket thrown on top of them. Stan tried pulling his leg back, but Kyle had a surprisingly strong grip.

"Dude what the hell are you doing? Get off." Stan warned. Kyle shook his head as he prepped one of his hands while keeping a hold on Stan's ankle.

"You think you're grown up, huh? Not laughing at immature shit anymore? Well let's see how long you last trying not to laugh at the most childish shit on the planet!" Stan's face was a mask of confusion.

"What are you gonna do?" Stan tried pulling his leg back once more, so Kyle trapped his ankle between his own jeaned legs.

"I'm gonna tickle you until you admit that 'childish' stuff is still funny! Because it is!" Kyle growled. Stan's throat jumped in agitation as he angrily brought Kyle's foot into his own lap. Kyle had white socks on for today.

"Fine! Then I'll do the exact same thing! I'll tickle you until you can admit that mature comedy is better than a show four-year-olds can laugh at!" The sudden twist caught Kyle by surprise; his body tingling with anticipation now. But that wouldn't phase him. The boys locked eyes with each other, burning in their resolve.

"I'm. Not. Laughing." Kyle's hand gripped Stan's ankle with determination.

"Neither. Am. I." Stan replied with certainty.

"First one to laugh wins the argument."

"So be it."

After a moment's breath, Stan and Kyle dove into their respective feet; Kyle scribbling up and down Stan's foot while Stan scratched into Kyle's toes. The two boys snorted and held their breath as well as they could. They grit their teeth to bar the laughter from coming out, all of the would-be noises pent up in their chest.

Kyle could feel the scribbles shoot up his leg like electricity. His lips quirked into a forced smile as he slammed his teeth down to prevent any laughter from coming out. Stan tried not to think about Kyle's fingers rippling into his arch, because the more he thought about it the more it tickled. Stan huffed and kept his mouth shut.

"I'm- pffmmt- I'm not gonna- lose!" Kyle forced out, having to take a break between each word to not let a laugh loose. Stan was having a more difficult time speaking. His leg was jolting with every touch Kyle delivered to it, and he would admit that Kyle had method. Kyle's fingers swirled from his heel up to his toes and down into his ball and arch in careful movements despite being tickled himself. Stan just tickled anywhere he could reach.

"I-hehee- I'm not- lohosing eheither!" Stan's eyes winced as he dug his nails into Kyle's arch. Kyle's leg jumped as he snorted and set his jaw against his laughter. The two boys were starting to sweat with this exertion. It felt like the seconds that passed that they didn't laugh, all the more it tickled.

"Juhust- Just gihive up duhude! I'm- urgh- I'm gohonna win!" Kyle forced out between grit teeth. Stan shook his head defiantly and kept up his haphazard method of tickling. Kyle gained a sense of resolve and started scribbling his fingers up and down Stan's foot from toes to heel. Stan jumped on the couch and tried pulling his leg back, but Kyle's grip was strong.

"N-Nehehever!" Stan started laughing in his throat, it sounded like he was choking, but he tried swallowing the sounds as well as he could. He was becoming weak; Kyle's grip was stronger and his method was better. Stan decided to replicate Kyle's method and set Kyle's ankle in his left hand and scraped his nails top to bottom on Kyle's foot. Despite this being Kyle's method, it was very effective against him. Kyle's fingers stilled as he shifted on the couch.

"Mmph! Hmhmhmhm! Stahan quit!" Kyle's back slid forward on the couch, giving Stan more of Kyle's ankle in his grip. Stan quickly used this reprieve as Kyle stopped tickling him to tickle all over Kyle's foot, from his ankle to the top of his foot as well. Kyle's toes curled up as he snorted and tried to breathe his laughter away.

"Face it dude, I won! Now admit that mature comedy is better!" Stan dug his fingers into Kyle's toe spaces, which made Kyle laugh through his nose in a big sputtering noise. Kyle hid his face with his arms as his face turned red from exertion.

"You should see your face, dude-"

"Boys? I'm home." Stan's mom Sharon walked in through the front door with her hands full of groceries; Stan's fingers stilling against Kyle's foot. Kyle held a hand to his beating heart as he breathed in deep and laid limp on the couch.

"Oh uh- hi Mom. We're just hanging out." Stan said awkwardly.

"Oh? And what are you up to?" Sharon listened to the boys as she carried the groceries into the kitchen. Kyle shot up on the couch, catching Stan by surprise.

"Getting Stan to admit that Bo Burnham sucks!" Kyle declared and grabbed hold of Stan's foot to scribble his fingers into the arch. Stan stared bewildered at Kyle before his face lit up in his laughter. Stan held his belly with both arms in his laughs while Kyle scratched his socked foot with his nails.

"Pfft- ahahahaha! Duhuhuhude you cheheheheated!" Stan kicked his leg while it still lay in Kyle's hand. Kyle let go immediately as Stan laughed.

"HA! I got you, you bastard! Now admit it! Admit that Terrance and Phillip are funny!" Kyle crossed his arms in his victory. Stan breathed out as he sat up slowly on the couch.

"Duhude, I never said they weren't funny. I was just saying that I wanted to find different stuff to laugh at. I don't want to rely on just Terrance and Phillip for a laugh, you know? And I think if you have different things to laugh at, it kind of preserves the comedy of the show because you're not watching that comedy all the time, you know?" Stan explained. Kyle had a thoughtful face on.

"Yeah, I see what you're saying. Terrance and Phillip do get a little stale now and then. I mean, how many times can you go around farting on people and each other? Wouldn't you get sick of farts after a while?" Stan's face lit up as Kyle understood him.

"Yes, exactly! And we don't even have to watch Bo Burnham, he's just the first guy that got recommended to me on Netflix. There's a ton of stuff to watch!" Kyle grabbed the TV remote and clicked the TV.

"Come on, let's find something to-"

"Oh no, boys. I'm gonna need you to clean up all this mess." Sharon walked back into the living room and pointed out all the snacks and food that littered the floor. "Your father is coming home soon and I don't want him walking into a messy house."

"Aw man- this sucks." The boys slowly got off the couch and started picking up trash.

"This is what I get for wasting time listening to you say that Terrance and Phillip are better than Bo Burnham." Stan said under his breath.

 “Aw Cartman, you fucking idiot! That was a good game!” Kyle exclaimed. Kenny giggled behind his hoodie at Kyle’s anger. 

 “Are you kidding Kyle?! This is way BETTER than any Monopoly game you’ll ever play.” Cartman stood before the guys as they still sat around the discarded game. 

 “Well what is it Cartman? Was it a new Terrance and Philip episode?” Stan asked, genuinely curious. Cartman shook his hand to clear their questions. 

 “No no no, listen! I was scrolling through the TV and I found the history channel. They did this thing to people back in the day called ‘interronation’ and the people tell you any information you wanna know!” Kyle stared at Cartman in disbelief. 

 “You ruined a perfectly good Monopoly game for that?” Cartman rolled his eyes at Kyle’s question and splayed his hands in explanation. 

“I’m saying we can do it to each other and it’ll be totally cool and rad! Here, clear the board game and shut the door.” The guys knew better than to try and convince Cartman otherwise of whatever is going on through his head. Stan cleaned up the board game by shoving all of it under Kyle’s bed, and Kyle stood up to close his bedroom door. 

 “Alright, Kenny, you’re gonna be the guy being ‘interronated’. You’re gonna lay down on your back and we’re gonna sit on you.” Cartman explained. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. 

 “Whmmph? No waymph!” Cartman sighed and directed Kenny to the center of Kyle’s bedroom floor. 

 “It’ll be fine Kenny, don’t be a pussy. You’re gonna lay on your back and we’re gonna sit on you, and I’m gonna give you a password. All you have to do is not say the password no matter what we do to you.” Kenny looked around to Stan and Kyle. They now looked as curious as Cartman did.

 Kenny let out a grunt as he obeyed and laid on the floor, his orange jacket shuffling against the carpet. Kenny spread his arms; Stan sitting on his right arm and Kyle sitting on his left arm. Cartman leaned in and whispered a password to Kenny that Stan and Kyle couldn’t hear before taking his seat on Kenny’s legs. Kenny winced at his weight. 

 “Take it easy fatass, before you break Kenny’s legs.” Stan remarked. 

 “AYE! Shut up! Alright, now all we have to do is ‘interronate’ Kenny and get him to say the password.” Kenny looked a little worried. He tried pulling on his arms and legs, but he could barely move. 

 “Cartman, this is a little gay.” Kyle narrowed his eyes at the fact that three guys were sitting on one dude. 

 “It’s not gay it’s gonna be fucking awesome! Okay, 3, 2, 1, GO!” Still unclear about what they were supposed to do, Kyle and Stan watched Cartman launch into squeezing Kenny’s sides over his orange jacket. 

 Kenny let a surprised muffle of sound before squeezing his eyes and squirming on the floor. “Mmpph!! Mmmhmhm!” Stan followed suit by silently scritching in Kenny’s armpit, which made Kenny buck underneath the three of them. 

 Kyle watched in disbelief. 

 “Cartman! You didn’t say this would involve any tickling!” Kyle grew flustered at the sight. Kenny giggled and pulled underneath his friends, but he couldn’t get any register. 

 “What’s the big deal Kyle, it’s just ‘interronation’! We have to get the password by ‘interronating’ Kenny like we’re spies!” Cartman explained while grabbing Kenny’s sides. He wasn’t a very good tickler, he just knew how to grab and pinch. Stan had a bit more method though, with Shelly being his sister. 

 Stan looked up at Kyle while spidering his hands over Kenny’s armpit and ribs. It seemed to be a good spot. 

 “Yeah Kyle what’s up? Do you have a problem with tickling or something?” Kenny’s eyes were squeezed shut as he leaned to Kyle’s side to try and get away from Stan. 

 “Nohmhmhmhm! Sthmhmhmph!” Kenny’s muffled laugh rang in Kyle’s ears.

 “N-No, there’s no problem. I just wasn’t expecting ‘interronation’ to be so childish, that’s all.” Kyle started scratching in Kenny’s right armpit and kneading in his ribs. Kenny squealed underneath his hoodie while Cartman gaped at Kyle. 

 “How is this childish Kyle?! It’s fucking awesome! Look he’s about to break at any second! We just need to find the right spot-” Cartman started poking and prodding all over Kenny, making Kenny flop around like he was getting electrocuted. 

 “Tell us what you know, criminal!” Cartman yelled out, and settled at Kenny’s hips, prodding quickly and tazing into the bare divets. Kenny wanted to crawl into himself as he bucked his waist, his threadbare Converse drug against the carpet. 

 “Okahmhmph! Imph Terramph Amph Phillimph!” Kenny called out the password. Cartman cheered as the boys stopped tickling Kenny.

 “Yeeeah, we did it! Wasn’t that cool you guys? We made him say the password!” The boys got off of Kenny; Kenny’s blonde hair matted over his forehead. 

 Stan pat Kenny on the back. “Yeah I guess. How do you feel Kenny?” Kenny caught his breath, a small blush dusted over his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders. 

 “Eh, imph bettem than dyingm.” The boys laughed at Kenny’s joke, glad there were no hard feelings. 

 “Alright, who wants to go next?” Cartman asked.

“Cartman this is stupid. And it makes us look like fags. Is there anything else we can do?” Kyle remarked while folding his arms.

“Goddammit, it’s not fucking gay Kyle!” Stan looked around at the other guys before raising his hand in a nonchalant way. 

 “I can go. I mean, I don’t think I’m that ticklish, so it’ll be harder to get the answer out of me.” 

 “Oho, we’ll see about that, Stan. Kenny, you sit on Stan’s right arm cause he sat on yours.” Cartman directed. Kenny let out a muffled ‘okay’ and did as he was told. 

 “Here’s the password Stan-” Kyle held a hand up to Cartman’s chest and looked to Stan. 

 “Wait, I have an idea. We can use interronation to get information out of people right?” Cartman nodded, not quite following what Kyle’s logic was here. Stan was now a little uncomfortable as he felt the weight of each boy settling on his arms and legs, securing him in place. 

 Kyle turned to look down at Stan, his face as blank as stone. 

 “Stan, what happened to my Red Mega Man that went missing right after you visited my house last time? And it just so happens that the Red Mega Man is the only one missing in your collection?” Stan’s eyes went wide as he started struggling underneath his friends. 

 “I- I don’t know Kyle. You said you lost it, remember? We- We tried looking for it everywhere but we couldn’t find it!” Stan became increasingly more nervous as it seemed he wasn’t convincing Kyle. Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed as he started kneading into Stan’s tummy. Stan jumped and started laughing immediately. 

 “That’s the answer we came up with, but I’m not convinced! I think you stole it!” Kyle accused, with Stan giggling in the background. Stan’s laughter filled up the room, unlike Kenny’s muffled laughter. 

 “Aw dude sweet, this is just like how it was in the TV show! Kenny, start ‘interronating’ the suspect.” Cartman started looking for tickle spots on Stan, while Kenny prodded along Stan’s ribs. 

 “Kyhyhyle I didn’t steheal it! I swear! You sahahaid you lost it!” Stan’s giggles petered out as he was prodded with the hands of all his friends. 

 “I don’t believe you Stan! I had my Red Mega Man right before you came over to my house, and as soon as you left, I can’t find it anywhere!” Kyle removed his green gloves and started to wriggle his fingers in Stan’s open armpit. Stan snorted and squeezed his eyes shut in laughter. 

 “Hmm, after calling me a piggy after all these years, seems like you were the little piggy Stan~ Kyle, make him snort again.” Cartman commanded. 

 “Shuhuhut the fuhuhuck up fahahatass!!” Stan retaliated, yet snorted again against his will. Cartman started arguing at a laughing Stan about how he wasn’t fat while Kyle angrily tickled his best friend. Kenny accidentally found one of Stan’s most ticklish spots while dotting around Stan’s upper body with his fingers. Kenny’s fingers brushed past his connecting rib between his armpit and his ribcage. Kenny dug in and surprised himself with the reaction. 

 “GAH! Kennehehey! Gehehet ohohout of thehere!” Stan’s fists balled up as he retreated from Kenny’s side of the carpet. 

 “Kenny what spot is that? I wanna see if I can get him on this side too.” Kyle asked, Cartman poking along Stan’s waist and getting dangerously close to another spot. 

 “Imph thm highemph ribmph im himph rimbcamph.” Kenny answered underneath his jacket. Kyle grew a sinister smile as he cracked his knuckles. 

 “Kyhyhyle dohohon’t dohoho it! I didn’t steheheal the Mehehega Mahahan!” Stan’s eyes were squeezed tightly in his laughter. Cartman turned to Kyle and nodded his head. 

 “Do it Kyle. The bastard totally stole your Red Mega Man. Your Red Mega Man is living in the same house as the kid who jacked off his dog and didn’t wash his hands after.” Cartman added more fuel to the fire as Kyle dug in to the same spot Kenny did. Stan spazzed on the floor as both bad spots of his were getting targeted. 

 “KYHYHYLE!! Stohohop plehehease!! Okahahay okay okay!! I stohohole it! I stohole yohour Mehehega Mahahan! I’m- I’m sorr-EHEHE!!” Cartman found another one of Stan’s ticklish spots during his confession. He squished Stan’s upper thighs, making him pull and buck as hard as he could muster. 

 “Hmm, alright that’s enough. He said he stole it.” Kyle waved the guys hands off Stan as he caught his breath, and curled up in a ball on the floor. 

 “You fucking bastard Stan, you knew I was looking for it and you pretended to help me? But you knew you had it the whole time?” Stan was suffering from residual giggles as he could feel his friends fingers brushing past his skin. 

 “I- hehe- I’m sorrehee- You left it right out in the open so I thought you didn’t care about it that much-” 

 “If I was looking for it for over an hour then OF COURSE I care about it, dickstain! If I don’t have it back by tomorrow, I’m gonna kick your ass!” Kyle absent-mindedly switched places with Stan, as he now took the middle position of the group. 

 “Oh thank you Kyle, for volunteering yourself to be the next person to be ‘interronated’.” Cartman expressed as he took his seat on Kyle’s legs. Kyle’s eyes flew open as he was late to find out what was happening. 

 “Woah woah woah! I-I didn’t volunteer myself! I don’t wanna be ‘interronated!’” Kyle pulled on his legs as Kenny and Stan pulled his arms apart to sit on his elbows. 

 “What’s wrong Kyle? Nervous after how you treated me, huh? You know I actually have a question of my own.” Stan loomed up over Kyle, Kyle now wearing a nervous face. 

 “Wamph! I hamve a quemphon!” Kenny raised his hand excitedly. Stan gave him a sideways glance. 

 “Kenny save your question for Cartman’s turn. Kyle, did you ever have a crush on Wendy Testaburger? I knew you said you didn’t try to impress her when we had to take care of our eggs, but I’m not convinced.” There was a drawl to Stan’s voice, as if he knew he was using Kyle’s words against him. Kyle sagged against the floor at the impossible question. He could say no to this question all he wanted, but it would never convince Stan unless he gave him the answer he was looking for. 

 “Of course not Stan, I never had a crush on Wendy. I don’t even like her!” Kyle pleaded in his voice, but Stan wasn’t having it. Kyle’s heart started to beat. The boys would soon find out that Kyle was the most ticklish one in the group really fucking quick. He’d have to hold out as much as possible. 

 “Uh oh Stan, looks like he’s lying. You know what we do to liars around these parts, don’t you Kyle?” Cartman, always the instigator, butted in. All three boys stared down at Kyle. He swallowed nervously. 

 “W-Wait a second! Give me another question, that isn’t even fair! Stan you know I never had a crush on Wendy and I never will!” Kyle pulled on his arms as Stan’s hands started to slip under Kyle’s jacket. 

 “Damn, trying to steal Stan’s woman Kyle? That’s totally not cool. Stan, you should show him what happens when you cross a Marsh.” Cartman butted in once more. 

 “Cartman shut the fuck- uhuhuhup! Stahahan stohohop!” Kyle shook with laughter as Stan gripped his fingers all over Kyle’s freckled tummy. Cartman and Kenny followed suit and started tickling the usual spots, but on Kyle the reactions seemed to be doubled. 

 “Stohohohop!! I’m- I’m seheheherious!” Kyle’s eyes narrowed in his high pitched laughter. 

 “Ohm, hemph som timplhish!” Kenny remarked brightly. Stan started squeezing around Kyle’s belly button, which Kyle let out a shriek. 

 “Tell me, Kyle! Tell me you had a crush on Wendy!” Stan actually was interrogating Kyle at this point, which filled Cartman with a sadistic glee, to see Stan and Kyle bicker and to see Kyle in such a predicament. 

 “Oh, did you hear that Stan? Kyle totally called you a pussy!” Cartman instigated. 

 “YOU SAID WHAT?! I’LL KILL YOU!!” Stan growled and started kneading into Kyle’s ribs. Kyle let out a cry of half pain and half unabashed laughter. 

 “NOHOHO!! He’s lyhyhyhying! Cahahartman I’m gohohonna fuhuhucking fihihhight yohohohou!!” Kyle let out. Kenny kept his tickling to a minimum. He knew what it was like to die of laughter, and he didn’t want to subject that to Kyle. Cartman and Stan were having fun hearing Kyle in such a state. 

 “Oh oh, did you hear that Stan? I belieeeeve Kyle just said you’re a pussy whipped cuck who has no chance with Wendy, you have a better chance with your sister Shelly!” Cartman was having an incredible time watching Kyle flail and pull on his limbs to escape. Cartman started kneading into Kyle’s waist and thighs while Stan dug into Kyle’s sides. 

 “Shut up Cartman, he didn’t say all that. Come on Kyle, say you had a crush on Wendy already and this can stop.” 

 “Unleph hem limph it.” Kenny interjected. A lightbulb appeared over Stan’s head. 

“Ooooh, that’s it huh? You’re not letting up cause you like it, Kyle? Just admit it! You admit liking getting tickled and you liked Wendy!” Kyle was experiencing too many things to answer. Stan’s hands sped up under his jacket, making Kyle laugh so hard his hat was knocked askew from his head. 

 “I dohohohon’t lihihihike gehehetting tickled!! Ahahand I dohohohon’t lihihihike Wendeheheey! Plehehehease Stahahahan!!” Kyle shook his head back and forth to try and throw the tickles off of him, but that just knocked his hat off his head. His ginger hair was unleashed; his velvety curls splayed all over his carpet. 

 “Oh come on Kyle, if you just admit that you like it, it’ll stop. The fact that you’re nooooot admitting it leads us to believe you like it afterall...” Cartman reasoned with Kyle. 

 “Duhuhuhude nohohoho wahahay! STOP! STAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAN!!” Kyle belted out his laughter when Stan fluttered his fingers over his bare ear. Stan scribbled all around it, his fingers getting lost in Kyle’s red curls. Kyle was sent into a spiral of silent laughter. 

 “Ohp, you’re killing him Stan. Welp, that’s one less Jew to worry about, I guess. Heh heh heh.” Cartman snickered while Stan rolled his eyes and lessened up his tickling. 

 “Alrihihihight! Alright stohohop nohohow please! I ahahahadmit it! I lihihihike tihihihickles ahahahand I like Wehehehendy!!” Kyle blurted out. Stan waved everyone’s hands away as soon as Kyle uttered his confessions. Kyle’s heart beat quickly as he lay on the floor breathless. 

 “Aw sweet! I got that on video!” Cartman had a shit-eating grin on his face while he replayed Kyle’s laughter filled confession. “Oh I’m totally turning this into my ringtone.” 

 Kyle turned to Stan while he still laid on the floor. 

 “S-Stahan, I don’t like Wendy, I never did. I only sahaid it, so it would stop-” 

 “I know dude. I just wanted to get you back for how you had me before.” 

 “What?! But you actually stole something from me! It was what you deserved!” 

 “Yeah well-” Stan shrugged. “-Now I know you’re crazy ticklish, so I can tickle you whenever I want.” 

  Kyle sat upright and dove after Stan, Kenny backing up from the fight.  

 “You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Stan and Kyle started rumbling on the carpet, while Cartman got up and broke them apart. 

 “Hey wait a minute! I never got a chance to get ‘interronated’!” 

 Kyle and Stan stared at him blankly. 

 “....Dude, nobody wants to tickle you Cartman.” Kyle remarked.

 “Yeah nobody wants to tickle you, fatass.” Stan agreed. 

  “What the-” Cartman sputtered as he looked to Kenny, and Kenny just shrugged. 

 “Well fine! I didn’t wanna get ‘interronated’ anyway! I would have outlasted all of you guys and I would have been the coolest guy in the room! Well now you don’t get a chance! Screw you guys, I’m goin’ hooome!” Cartman left Kyle’s room with Stan and Kyle still on top of each other. 

 Stan got off of Kyle and turned to Kenny. 

 “Well, that was the gayest thing I’ve ever done.” Stan claimed.