There's nothing too drastic of a change with this chapter except for some stuff here and there, and I guess the ending. I really appreciate anybody who's decided to stick around this far to be honest, and I hope I can get what I can finished of this!
The sound of a doorbell brings me out of my video game trance and to the front door. I already kind of guess who it is at this time of night, when both of my parents are at work, leaving me all alone for the night. It just seems like the logical thing since Kyle's the only one that'll text me before he comes over and I won't let Cartman more than a foot in my driveway without a good explanation. I mean it was just how we did things. It was our dirty, filthy system that we both craved and needed. As soon as I manage to get the door open, hands go to the side of my face and a mouth roughly connects with mine. Right as his tongue presses against my lips, demanding for entrance, I obey and grant him that access. We stumble for a bit, leaving me to think that he's actually gonna fuck me right now on the floor at this exact second, but when his hand leaves the side of my face and slams the door shut, I know its going to be different than the last few times.
Kenny's hand travels down to my hip, bringing me closer to his body and his hands go to tug at the ends of my hair. I ignore the biting in the back of my mind that tells me that there's something wrong with the way he's touching me, and that it feels completely different than all of the other times, but that's not important right now. What's important is what's happening right here in the moment. Through the fabric of my jeans, I can feel his thumb start to rub circles on my hip and his mouth start to move against mine at a slower pace.
Just the thought of going slow like this is enough to drive me mad, and that son of a bitch knows it. He knows that I can't stand being teased like this.
His mouth goes to the crook of my neck, licking a thick stripe up the side and biting at the same spot, making my jaw drop and a groan escape my mouth. One of Kenny's hands travel down to one of my thighs, moving under and lifting it so it rests on his hip. I get the hint at what he wants me to do and jump, sighing as he catches me with both hands and starts to head towards the stairs to my room. The sole fact that we've done this a bunch of times gives me the confidence that he won't drop me on the way, and it sends a jolt of arousal at the thought that I can trust him like this. Kenny pads his way to my room, suddenly dropping me onto my bed. My chest heaves as I watch him pull his shoes off, and then icy blue eyes meet with mine. Those same eyes stay with mine until he's halfway hovering over me, and then his lips quirk into a smile.
"What if I said I wanted to try something new with you tonight?" He asks, searching my face to see if I'm going to deny it, but I don't. I'm too out of breath for words, but I let him know that its fine by nodding my head like the first time. Kenny's smile widens when I give him the ok, and he kisses me full on the lips again. Its almost a surprise, how Kenny can go from completely rough and rushed to slow and trying his best to do whatever he's trying to do. My hands tangle in blond hair, tugging at the roots in a way that he groans into my mouth and bucks his hips into mine. That's the friction I was looking for right there, exactly how I want it at the moment. Its enough to make my own lips quirk up into a smile and take his lower lip between my teeth again, much like the first time we had each other. Warm hands tug at the hem of my shirt, eventually moving underneath and scratching at my stomach, making me openly groan into his mouth.
I immediately move to turn over onto my stomach like we've always done, but Kenny's hand to tightening on my hip stops me dead in my tracks. Hot pants invade my ear, and Kenny's grip tightens on me even more. "Stay like this." He says. That raises a little bit of suspicion, but I decide to let it pass. I should probably ask about it later since he's the one that always insists I go on my stomach whenever we fuck.
"Your shirt." I pant, and Kenny gets what I'm trying to say. He raises up, not before wedging a knee between my thighs, and yanks his shirt over his head. My hands trial over the warm skin of his chest. He immediately moves down to the crook of my neck where he bites down, hard. A heavy breath of "Shit" breaks through my lips because I literally don't know which one to lean into more; the abuse being put on my neck and collarbone, or the slow moving circles being rolled into my crotch. Its enough to honestly make me go crazy at the moment.
Kenny's hands move fast again, fumbling with the drawstrings on my pajama pants. As soon as I feel the bottoms start to loosen on my hips, I lift them just enough so Kenny can slide them down past my thighs, and then they're hitting the floor with whatever sound it managed to make past the throbbing in my ears. A lone hand ghosts over my growing erection, making me gasp and arch into that hand.
"Hand me one of the pillows." Kenny grunts into my ear, and I oblige him by grabbing the nearest pillow that my head wasn't resting on and hand it to him. "Now raise your hips up." He instructs, and I do just that so he can place the pillow under my hips so I'm kinda propped up higher than I was before. Another toothy grin that makes my chest tighten) and Kenny's lowering himself to lick a thick and wet stripe across my stomach, making me start to laugh. Why? I'm not really sure. Maybe I'm just going crazy from all the sex going to my head.
There's a nagging feeling in the back of my mind screaming 'Stupid asshole! Its because you love this idiot!' but I push it to the back of my mind where it belongs. We agreed no strings attached to this kind of thing, and that's the way I want to keep it if it means we still get to be friends like this.
Kenny raises his head from my stomach and looks at me with that cheeky look that's enough to burn me into the bed right then and there. "What's so funny?" He asks, not angry or anything, but genuinely curious. I shake my head in response, trying to rack my brain for some kind of answer before I shout 'I think love you!' like a dumbass.
"Nothing," I finally manage to say. I can already feel my face about to literally catch fire at the thought of it, but it gets replaced with some other statement at the last minute. "I just thought of something funny."
And then he does it again. Flashes that stupid fucking smile at me while he moves in to plant one right on my lips. I smile into the kiss like always, deepening it, almost craving the taste of cigarettes and cinnamon gum. His hand moves to the side of my face, cupping my cheek and leaning his full body weight on to me. This definitely feels like nothing we've done before. Its always meet, fuck, done. We go to school acting like nothing's happening between us and we carry on with our lives. I can't even think of a time where Kenny actually stopped to kiss me like this to be honest.
Kenny's lips separate from my own, and he's moving down again towards the wet spot in my underwear. My own hips jerk at the hand gripping me slightly tighter as his wrist starts to move. Biting back a moan, my own hand starts to head lower until Kenny's other hand grabs my wrist and pulls it away from him.
"Just let me try." He whispers, sounding like its more to himself than to me. He moves lower, making me think he's going to put me in his mouth, but he keeps on moving lower, grabbing at my legs and bending them at the knee. Its quick, but its enough to make me tense and gasp when I feel his tongue take a quick swipe at my entrance. My breath starts to come out faster than before, and I can barely munster up an answer when he asks me "Is this ok?"
I nod my head, a hurried and rough "Yes." making its way past my lips. Again, he takes another lick, and its absolutely sinful how I sound to my own ears. Its almost unreal, the feeling of him circling my entrance with his tongue, and its almost dangerous when it starts to prod. My hips are shivering almost violently, and I don't even remember when my hands weaved their way into Kenny's hair. Another slow and languid lick that evolves into him pushing his tongue all the way in happens, and my jaw drops as another heavy moan makes its way past my lips.
"Mm." Kenny hums from below, half of it because he likes to be a little shit and and the other half being because he like to have his hair pulled. There's a really loud smack that makes me gasp, and then he's looking up at me with that same crazy look. For the few seconds or minutes or hours it feels like, the only thing that can be heard is our heavy panting
"Kenny." I moan, completely intoxicated by all of it. The feeling, the sounds, the thought of it all is just too much for my muddled and hazy mind. The blood roaring in my ears compares to nothing happening to me right now, and I'm almost desperate for the release now. "Please." I call again. The feeling of Kenny pulling away from almost has me crying half in desperation and half in relief. Hazy blue and completely animalistic eyes are starting at me, our breaths coming out in untimed and uneven pants into he air.
"Is it in the drawer?" He rasps, but my completely dazed brain can't comprehend the question well enough, so I just nod yes. I watch Kenny reach over to my bedside drawer and pull out the bottle of lube we always use. The pop of the cap doesn't even sound foreign to my ears, and the feeling of his finger pushing and circling against my entrance doesn't even feel weird. Air comes out in a hiss past my lips at the feeling of one of his cold fingers sliding into me, all the way to the first knuckle, and then it pushes so the whole thing is inside of me. Kenny pauses for a second, before that smile that means I'm not going to like what he has in mind appears on his face. "You think I can make you can come from just my fingers?"
He already knows the answer to that, but Kenny likes to hear how good he is (dare I say it). My hips push down against his finger as I grit my teeth, and I guess two can play at that game. "I don't know, can you?" The smile on his face widens, making me know that Kenny accepted my challenge with nothing holding back. His finger curls, sending an almost electric shock through my body the at makes me jump and shout. That same finger pulls out and this time, Kenny's pushing in with two fingers that make me moan. He knows I like to feel it burn a little bit. The anticipation for it to turn to pleasure makes me melt into nothing but a boneless mess, writing and moaning like its some kind of erotic novel.
Kenny gets closer to my face, smirking in a way only he can while doing this. His breath meets with mine in uneven pants as I try to keep the blush rising on my face under control along with the moans that want to come out as he assaults that spot inside of me. Without even with my say, because he knows for sure that I'll say no, he leans down and takes one of my nipples between his teeth. My mouth drops down as another sinful moan makes its way past my lips, and I don't know if I want to lean up into his mouth or press down on his fingers.
The blond above me makes a noise in satisfaction before taking his mouth off of my chest and moving to the other side, and another jab from his fingers makes me shout. My legs bend even more at the feeling of my lower stomach tightening up. I know for sure I'm about to come, but I refuse to fan Kenny's ego like that any more than it needs to be.
"C'mon Stan." Kenny urges, pulling both fingers out in a way that has me wining in disappointment. The emptiness is finally replaced with another one added to the duo, and my face scrunches up as another moan escapes. "Come for me c'mon." He pants again. Those words go straight into my ears and down my body and between my legs, and I find myself completely speechless as I come on his chest. Kenny looks down at the mess I made all over us, back at me, and then he's kissing me again.
I don't have a problem kissing Kenny, but this is more than we've ever kissed and I'm starting to get a little curious as to why exactly. I mean, I love affection in all kinds of forms, but Kenny's never one to just do things out of the ordinary. Kenny pulls away again, looking at me with soft but still lustful blue eyes in a way that sends another searing blush down my body out of the sheer embarrassment. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" He asks. Now at this point, I'm really starting to get concerned because if it were any other time before this, he would have just pulled down his pants and fucked my sensitive body into oblivion, but this is sticking out like a sore thumb.
Instead of giving my own answer, I laugh. "Why are you acting like this?" I ask through my smile. Kenny's face turns to confusion before it transforms into a smile that mirrors mine almost. Without even saying a word he just rests his head in the crook of my neck while panting.
"I've just been really happy lately." He whispers, slowly running his hands up my side. I can still feel the curl of his lips as he keeps his smile. Kenny starts to kiss up the side of my neck until he gets to my face, kissing my cheek. It sends my heart fluttering like some kind of school girl, but of course I'm not gonna let him know that. All this sappiness is making me nauseous though.
"I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked me before." I state, hands trailing down to his jeans and fumbling with the button. It pisses me off that I was too caught up in what he was trying to do to me to even get him in the same state I was in, and the struggling I'm having currently pisses me off even more. Kenny must have noticed my struggling because he's moving with that same stupid dexterity and taking his jeans and underwear off in one attempt.
Without even giving me time to actually register and I don't know, look at him like I want to, Kenny's already leaning down and taking my oversensitive self into his mouth. Another groan slips from my lips as I feel Kenny hollow his cheeks, making my face start to heat up. His head bobs in an almost given rhythm, and I swear to God this is how I die. My soul will leave my body before I can even make anything out of nothing.
Kenny groans another time, but it was completely my doing on purpose because he had the nerve to take me in into the back of his throat as revenge for trying to pull away from him. My mouth of course dropped into another keen as he does it again, but I have no idea if I can stop myself from lifting my hips to meet his mouth. Finally, the maddening torture stops as Kenny pulls off me, obscenely wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking at me like its my fault. His mouth meets mine again, a full on mixture of tongues and breathless sounds. I can't really put any physical thing on it, but it really feels like something's different . Besides well, everything else, that's the only thing running through my mind at the moment as I feel Kenny's hand stroke down my side again.
He pulls away from me again, and now its just a staring match between us. It almost looks like Kenny wants to say something to me, but he closes it again with an almost audible click. His eyes dart to the side nervously before coming back to meet with mine, and I swear I see a blush start to rise on his already red face. His mouth opens again, and then closes as he looks back at so obvious that he wants to say something, but anyone knows that Kenny's bad at actually talking to people. Has been since we were little.
"Sorry I made things awkward." He mumbles, and while it kind of is awkward now, I can't really say its a nice kind of awkward. I would rather have an awkward moment between us with my clothes on, but beggars can't be choosers. "I can stop if you want me to." Even by the tone in his voice, its very obvious that Kenny doesn't want to leave, but at the same time I don't want him to leave either, but I'm completely frozen with the awkwardness.
"N-no." I stammer out. "Its fine, even though you did make it kind of awkward I mean-" Its so awkward I feel l'm going die, but I just start laughing. That same wide grin breaks out onto Kenny's face and it only succeeds in making me laugh even harder than I was. "Can we just talk when we both have our clothes on?"
His hand rubs down my side a third time, nodding his head and whispering out small "Yeahs". Kenny looks at me one more time as if for confirmation before meeting my lips. I smile into the kiss because things are sorta normal again, and the kiss immediately escalates to what it was before. My whole body feels like its on fire as Kenny presses forward in one swift motion, and my jaw drops as he buries himself inside me. Kenny waits like he always does, panting and mixing his breath with mine until I quickly nod and give him an ok. An audible swallow reaches my ears, and then Kenny's pulling his own hips back slowly.
Its a dizzying motion honestly. The movement of Kenny's hips as he tries to set a rhythm, the shaky in and outtake of of our breath mingling, the bruising feeling of Kenny's hands on my hips, its all enough to send my mind in to a frenzy that I don't mind never coming down from. If I could die like this, drowning in the high of my own ecstasy, I would. It wouldn't even be a debatable topic .
Kenny's hands tighten on my hips in a delicious feeling that's going to leave a bruise that I'll be proud of later on, and he tucks his head into the crook of my neck. His rhythm starts to pick up making it almost impossible to keep the sounds coming out of my mouth quiet. The overstimulation, the sounds, the thought of it all, its too much for me. Thank God that Kenny can't see the tears start to form in the corner of my eyes. I don't think I would make it out of this one alive if he did.
Kenny shifts one more time and I can't even think about keeping the deep, guttural moan that breaks out down. He lets a breathless moan straight into my ear and his pace changes. It goes from a slower pace to one that I can't keep my mouth closed to, and Kenny turns into the same mess right in the crook of my neck. Before I can even realize it, Kenny's biting into my collarbone hard enough to break the skin, and I'm coming with an almost too dramatic gasp straight into Kenny's ear. His hips slowly come to a stop and he collapses, knocking whatever wind I had left in my lungs out.
It takes a while, but when Kenny finally does roll off of me, I groan at the gross feeling. I can practically feel him beaming next to me, but when I look next to me he looks like he has just been traumatized with something horrible.
"You know you can tell me if it was that bad." I joke. I'm still glancing over at him and he meets my eyes with two terrified and wide eyes of his own.
"No no no!" He shouts while sitting up. "I'm just, thinking about a lot…I gotta lot on my mind." He finishes quietly. "Sorry, there's just a lot going on."
"Kenny you can always talk to me." I confirm but then that turns into a weird laugh. "I mean, you see me naked for God's sakes so I hope that moved me up on some kind of status bar." I joke.
Kenny looks like I just shot him in the chest or something. "No dude, its fine. Its something I have to think about on my own, it'll be fine I promise."
I honestly feel like he's lying to me, but I guess I have to trust him with this. If its something he has to handle then its something he has to handle. "You would tell me if I could help right?"
And there it is again. That stupid smile that sends my heart fluttering and my face burning comes back full force. He runs a nervous hand through his hair and holy shit that small gap between his two front teeth, those dimples, and those freckles are going to be the death of me. I could die right now watching Kenny smile and have not a single goddamn regret in the world. " 'Course man."
Before I even have the chance to say something else that might get me closer to what's on Kenny's mind, he's rising up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom. I'm almost about to call out to him, to tell him to come back and talk to me, when he's turning around and looking at me with an almost nervous look. This is definitely not the Kenny I know and I demand that whatever kind of entity that has him returns him right now. Whatever I can do to get that cocky, foul-mouth, abrasive, boy back, I'll do it. Absolutely. No hesitation whatsoever.
"Do you wanna take a shower Stan?"
That's it for this rewritten chapter! I'm working as hard as I can on chapter 2, but some time in two weeks is probably the time it'll come up because we have a break on school. Until then!