I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK...obviously. I am not that awesome

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Chapter One

Eric was grunting and murmuring. Stan breathed heavily down Kyle's ear. Kenny cuddled him on his other side, his bare legs wrapped around his waist. Kyle edged sideways slowly. Very slowly, he stretched his fingers towards the book lying centimetres away. He curled his fingers around the spine.

"Yesss..." He whispered, beginning to pull it back. Kenny jumped a little and his big blue eyes fluttered open.

"Eww, Kyle." He grumbled, pushing away from him and turning over. "Eww, Eric..." He mumbled, huffily lying on his back. Wide awake now, he stared at the ceiling.

"Sorry, Kenny." Kyle whispered, pulling the flaps on his hat, nervous. He wished Cartman would wake up and comment on Kenny's lack of pants. He would do it himself, but he was afraid of upsetting Kenny.

Kenny tugged the drawstrings on his pyjama hoodie, also orange. He said it was his favourite colour because it was the colour of sex. Remembering this fact made Kyle blush, but not as much as the fact that he had noted Kenny only pulled his draw strings when he was nervous.

Kyle could understand why he himself was nervous, but why would Kenny be nervous?

He saw Kenny's huge blue eyes flicker to him and back to the ceiling. Kyle's blush deepened. Kenny must have sensed him staring.

And still Stan's breath whistled around his head.

"Kyle...?" Came a muffled voice.

Kyle gulped. "Yeah?"

"Come to the bathroom with me?"

Kyle couldn't help but laugh. "What, you scared?"

Kenny sat up, the white bedsheet slipping down from his torso. The hoodie was old, and small, and clung to his chest tightly. Kyle noticed the muscles that were usually concealed by Kenny's parka.

Kyle sighed. "Fine."

Kenny carefully manouvered himself out of bed. The thin sheet drifted away from his body, revealing his long, pale legs and slender feet. He stepped off the matress and into his orange slippers. He had duct taped up the ends when they flapped over, and there were holes worn in the fabric around the soles. Kyle felt that little pang of sympathy he always felt when Kenny's poor social status was all too apparent.

"C'mon." Kenny padded across the carpet and opened the door. A small gust of cool air drifted in from the hall, stirring the sheet.

Kyle shifted over to the space Kenny had vacated, not wanting to bother Stan's slumber, but hoping to disturb Eric as soon as possible.

It was only when he was upright, book dangling from his hand, and the cool breeze from the open hall window accosting him, that he realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. His pale chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. He was anxious. He tugged his hat flaps.

Kenny, at the door, twiddled his draw strings and began the short walk to the bathroom. Kyle shuffled after him, wishing he had stopped to put on his own slippers. The hall carpet was scratchy and uncomfortable under his feet.

They tiptoed past Kyle's parents room, past Ike's room, wherein he could be heard giggling, one of his toys making annoying noises.

Kenny switched on the bathroom light and opened the door. Kyle sat at the window seat and tapped his bare feet on the carpet. Kenny didn't move.

"Aren't you gona go in?" Kyle hissed finally.

"Shit, man, close that window, it's freezing." Kenny hissed back, ignoring the question. "Don't your folks know where we live?" He was tugging his hoodie down, trying to cover more of his long legs. Everytime he tried, his hood would come loose, and a strand of blonde hair or the curve of his nose would be revealed, so he pulled the strings, yanking the hoodie up to rest just above the curve of his butt.

Kyle blinked. What the hell? He'd just looked at Kenny's butt!

He shook his head and turned to close the window. He leaned out for a moment, breathing in the cold air. The wind threw itself at his exposed shoulders, chest. his hat loosened on his head, he felt his hair slipping out of control...

He ducked inside and yanked the window frame until it closed. Kenny chuckled behind him and he heard the bathroom door shut. Kyle quickly took off his hat, scrunched his unruly ginger hair into his fist, and shoved the hat over it. He felt around the rim of his hat. Not one curl of shocking red could be found.

When Kyle turned, he found Kenny leaning against the closed bathroom door. He jumped back, smacking his calves into the window seat.

"Shit!" He growled. "You scared the hell out of me!"

Kenny smirked. His big blue eyes blinked at Kyle beseechingly.

"Take your hat off again." He murmured.

"W-what?"

Kenny stepped foreward. Their noses were almost touching. Kyle could feel Kenny's breath mingling with his own.

"Take it off." Kenny ordered. Kyle saw a pale hand reach towards his face. Usually, he'd be fighting Kenny off by now, but something was different this time. This wasn't like the hat fights he had with Stan, who would do anything to keep his new emo hair under wraps. Kenny was leaning closer, his warmth was everywhere.

Kenny kept his eyes trained on Kyle's, but his hand continued to tug at Kyle's hat. It slid off his head, his ginger curls spiraling out of control around his face.

"Nice..." Kenny breathed, dropping Kyle's hat to the floor. He wound his fingers into Kyle's hair. His other hand found purchase in the curve of Kyle's naked hip.

Kyle's own hands reached up. As if hypnotised, he allowed Kenny to pull their bodies together. Frustration bubbled up in Kyle's chest. None of their skin was touching.

Wait, why did he care!

But this thought was washed away as his hands reached Kenny's hood and pulled.

A blonde fringe flopped over his huge blue eyes. Messy hood hair. A snub nose. Puckered lips...

Kyle and Kenny were entwined, suddenly. Kenny pushed Kyle down onto the window seat, landing heavily on top of him. Kyle didn't mind, he liked it. Kenny's hair curled around his fingers like gold rings. Their breath rushed in and out, as their mouths crushed together, moved against eachother...

"Kyle!"

Kyle jerked awake. Kenny stood over him, grinning sheepishly.

"Was I really that long?" He giggled.

Kyle blushed and stood up quickly, not liking Kenny so close.

"C'mon, freak. I'm a-scared o' the dark!" Kenny grabbed Kyle's hand and began to drag him away from the window seat, past Ike's room (Now silent), past his parents room. Before entering the room where Stan and Eric still slept, Kenny stopped and looked at Kyle strangely.

"What were you dreaming about anyway?" He asked.

Kyle blushed deeper, his hand pushing down on the top of his hat. He wondered if Kenny's nose was really upturned like he had dreamed.

"Can't remember." He shrugged.

Kenny nodded, winked, and hopped onto the matress.

"Hey buddy, ya miss me?" He whispered to Cartman, who grunted and rolled over.

"I hate you!" He whined, opening his eyes and garing at Kenny.

"Whatever." Kenny sighed, turning onto his back with his hands behind his head.

Light was beginning to filter in through the window. Kenny kicked off his slippers. One flew across the room and landed on Kyle's computer desk. The other hit the wall and flopped onto the floor.

Kyle rummaged in a drawer and took out a shirt, slipping it over his head. He watched Eric emerge from the sheet, like an animal after hibernation.

"Eww, Kinny, but some pants on, dude!" He exclaimed, sheilding his eyes. Kenny winked at Kyle before grabbing his pants from his pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed and putting them on without sitting up.

"Well," Eric stretched. "I'm hungry. What do Jews eat for breakfast?"

"Don't call him a Jew...Like it's a bad thing." Came a croaky voice from beneath the sheet. Stan emerged, his Emo fringe sticking out at odd angles.

Eric ignored him and continued looking at Kyle.

"Dude, you dream about a girl or something?" He asked.

"Uh..I...uh." Kyle shook his head, his eyes darting to Kenny and back quick as a flash.

Kenny himself had dropped his chin to his chest at the mention of dreams. He held still, remembering how he had sat in the bathroom the night before wondering whether or not to talk to Kyle about the things he'd been thinking lately.

Then he had heard Kyle muttering. He had put his ear to the door, thinking Kyle may be giving himself a pep talk to. But it sounded like one half of a conversation Kyle was having.

"Shit! You scared the hell out of me!"

Kenny waited for Cartman or Stan to answer. After a few seconds of silence, Kyle murmured "W-what?"

Kenny had opened the bathroom door to find Kyle passed out of the window seat. He watched over him, watched him clench all over suddenly. Then he groaned and murmured a name.

"Kenny..."

His mouth had been puckered, his hands clutching at thin air.

Kenny blinked the image away. Eric had stood and stretched again. His belly hung out over his pyjama bottoms.

Kyle was freaking out. Parts of his dream flashed across his mind. He needed out.

"C'mon, guys, let's do breakfast. But...uh...then I think you've all gotta go."

The boys grumbled but said nothing. As usual, Kyle, Stan and Eric left the room while Kenny swapped his hoodie for his parka before breakfast. Eric and Stan trooped down the stairs, but Kyle stayed outside his bedroom door, heart pumping as he leaned down and peaked through the keyhole.

Kenny's head was tilted, listening. When Eric's heavy footsteps ceased on the creaking stairs, he relaxed and tugged his hoodie over his head.

Kyle's breathing quickened as Kenny's gorgeous upper half was revealed. His slender torso was shadowed by muscle, his hair was getting straggly. His parents had been spending more time getting high than caring for their kids than usual, and had forgotten his monthly haircut. When he turned to pick up his parka, a few bruises were visible scattered across his back. Kyle didn't even want to think how they got there.

Kenny turned. Without his hoodie, he was naked except for his boxer shorts, which were once white but had greyed through too many washes.

He strode over to the door. Kyle just had time to straighten before Kenny yanked the door open. He stood defensively, in all his glory.

"Kenny." Kyle started. But he didn't know how to finish.

"I know." Kenny breathed, and pulled Kyle foreward.

"What's with the shirt?" He laughed, pulling it off. They fell onto the matress, Kyle kicking off his pants.

Kyle expected his dream to come true, there and then, as soon as Kenny took his hat off. But Kenny started to laugh in a totally non-sexual way and tickled Kyle's bare skin. Kyle folded in on himself, giggling.

"Dude, no, I'll pee my pants!"

Kenny was merciless. Kyle's dream flew from his mind as they lay there, giggling helplessly.

Then.

Kenny was suddenly leaning over him, way too close. His breath smelled faintly of the pizza they had the night before, and would do for a while, since Kenny never brushed his teeth.

"Shh!" Kenny giggled. "Don't tell Eric!"

And then Kenny kissed Kyle.

It wasn't anything like the passionate, searching kiss Kyle had dreamed of. It only lasted for a few seconds, Kenny's lips soft and kind against his own, but Kyle felt the same emotion running through him.

Kenny brushed his fingers along Kyle's bare chest...and broke away.

He grabbed his stuff and jumped out of the window.

Kyle swore and ran to the window. He saw Kenny running naked through the snow, whooping, not caring if he woke up the neighbours...or the whole damn town.

Eric left after breakfast, but Stan stayed. He and Kyle lay either end of the double mattress, arms spread out so only their fingertips touched.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Stan said. Kyle looked at him, but he stayed still. Kyle was silent.

"I mean, we're best friends. Forget the others, it's all about us." Stan turned to smile at Kyle, and Kyle grinned back sadly. If only Stan knew.

Stan returned to staring at the ceiling.

"Me and Kyle. Kyle and me." He murmured, and Kyle got the feeling Stan wasn't saying it to him, but more to himself.

Stan suddenly laced his fingers into Kyle's as if it were no biggie.

Which it wasn't.

The boys rolled towards eachother until their chests met directly in the middle of their makeshift bed. Stan kissed Kyle's nose.

Suddenly, an image of Kenny popped into Kyle's mind. He was leaning over him again, whispering 'Don't tell Eric'.

Shit! Did Kenny know?

Stan looked hurt, and that was understandable. Usually his nose-kisses led to more on Kyle's part, but Kyle was distracted. Stan tried to roll away, but Kyle caught him and kissed his mouth softly.

"Sorry, Stan." He murmured, reaching up to comb Stans jet black hair, so different from Kenny's golden locks. Stan smiled, and the pair kissed until Kyle's mother shouted that Stan's ride was here.

Stan's dad was falling asleep at the wheel.

"Bye, you Jew." Stan said breezily as he walked out of the door.

The word hit Kyle like a kick to the face, and his eyes instantly filled with tears.

Stan just said Jew to me...He thought thickly.

Stan turned, his own eyes wide, having heard the sniff Kyle had emitted.

"I'm kidding, Kyle." He murmured, pulling Kyle into a hug. "Just kidding..." And he patted Kyle's hatted head.

Meanwhile, across town, Kenny was falling asleep himself, only on Cartman's bed.

Thing was, he'd been lying awake all night listening to Kyle and Stan whisper. Stan's cute words had petered out first, and Kyle had fallen silent. However, Kenny could tell he was still awake.

Through slitted lids, he had turned. Stan was huddled close to Kyle, but they weren't touching. Kyle was lying on his back, in his own world. Kenny groaned a little to give the appearance of sleep and turned, throwing his arm and leg over Kyle and hugging him close.

Eric entered, and Kenny jumped upright.

"I made you some cookies for breakfast, you ass." He grinned, slamming the plate down on his bedside table. Kenny took one in his gloved hand and took a big bite.

"Oh, so cookies are more important than me now?" Eric asked sarcastically, and threw himself down on the bed beside Kenny.

Kenny swallowed, and put the half eaten cookie back on the plate. After glancing at Eric's bedroom door to check it was closed, Kenny lay between Erics legs and wrapped his arms around his head. Eric pulled Kenny's hood until his lips were visible and kissed them sweetly. Way sweeter than you would have thought that mouth capable of.

Cartman ungloved his own hands, throwing the yellow fabric to the floor in his eagerness to get to Kenny. His hands slid down Kenny's back and to his butt in mere seconds. Kenny laughed, the breath whistling down Eric's throat. Eric let out a small moan of pleasure and rolled Kenny over, hoping to dominate the situation.

Click!

Kenny and Eric immediatly grabbed eachothers throats, Eric subtly pushing Kenny's hood back into place.

"Eric, honey?" Came Eric's mother's voice. "Your little friend is here."

Kenny and Eric pulled apart and looked toward the door. Peeking around Ms. Cartman was Butters.

"Ungh." Eric grumbled. "I guess he can come in."

"Eric," His mother warned. "Be polite!"

Butters entered the room and Erics mom shut the door. Kenny and Eric glanced at eachother nervously.

"So, whaddaya wana do, fella's?" Butters asked, equally nervous.

"I'm gona go see if we have more food." Eric growled, pushing past him. "Mom!" He called angrily down the hall.

Butters and Kenny looked at eachother across the room a moment, then all of a sudden they were side by side, holding eachothers heads and kissing just as passionatly as Kenny and Eric had been a moment before.

When they broke off, breathing heavily, Butters smiled shyly and said "I-I sure do like it when you do that, Kenny!"

Kenny shrugged, putting his hand to the back of his head as if he wanted to rumple his hair.

"K-Kenny? W-Why do you never take your hood off for me?" Butters asked. It was the only subject that made him huffy, that Kenny knew of.

Kenny shrugged again, hearing Eric stomping back down the hall.

So that night, Kyle was back in his own bed, alone. He thought about his dream, and about the fleeting kiss with Kenny, This conflicted with thoughts of his best friend Stan, and the weird things that they'd been doing lately. That were more than friendly.

Stan worried that there was something Kyle wasn't telling him. Like maybe Kyle didn't like him like he liked Kyle, and all his kisses and such were being secretly mocked by Kyle, Eric and Kenny.

Eric thought about his unfinished business with Kenny...but it was hard to focus since Butters was sleeping over and cuddling up to him in his single bed.

Butters dreamed of Kenny, Eric and himself. He was unsure of what was happening in the dreams, but it sure looked as if he were having a good time!

And Kenny, well...Kenny didn't sleep. Karen was crying and praying with all her might for her parents to stop fighting, and so Kenny grabbed his home-made costume from his wardrobe, and climbed over to her window, to comfort her in her misery...

Yay, first chapter (: I know some people think SP fanfics are old, but I've only just really discovered them and wanted to make one of my own ... I don't really care if no one reads it, but if you do, well...REVIEW!