Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: A Lesson in Sharing
Summary: Kenny gets Clyde to share his gum. KennyClyde
Warnings: Slash Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: KennyClyde
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: The want to write KennyClyde
Comments: They're in a classroom, probably during a 'downtime'

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A Lesson in Sharing
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Clyde had just popped a piece of gum in his mouth when Kenny turned around to face him.

"Can I have some?" Kenny leaned an elbow on the brunet's desk, his orange hoodie slipping and covering his eyes.

"Some what?" It was an innocent question; Clyde wasn't stupid, just a little slow at times.

Rolling his eyes, Kenny pushed the hood back and off his head. "Gum."

"Oh," Clyde looked down at the empty package still clutched in his hand. "Sorry, last piece." He motioned towards his mouth with his free hand.

"Hnn." Kenny watched Clyde chew for a few moments before speaking up again. "I don't care, give it here."

Clyde was startled. "But, uh, it's in my, er, mouth?"

Kenny rolled his eyes again. "Really?"

". . . . Yes?"

Kenny raised his hand, as if to rub his face, but instead he twisted farther around, kneeling on his seat and over Clyde's desk. "Fine, I'm going to take it from you then."

"What?" Even as arms pressed against either side of him to steady the blonde on the desk behind him, Clyde didn't see the bigger picture.

When lips met his though, he froze.

Kenny didn't mind, he simply opened the others mouth with his own, tongue slipping past unresponsive lips.

Clyde, gradually, relaxed, his eyes slipping closed.

Taking his time retrieving his ultimate goal, Kenny was amused to find to sort of resistance. Pulling the watermelon flavored candy into his mouth, he turned back towards the front, ignoring all the stares and whispers.

Slowly opening his eyes, Clyde blushed a dark red and sunk lower in his seat.

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KEKEKEKE! I have stolen my computer back, for the moment, and I'm typing! Yay! . . . Just not what I SHOULD be typing but. . . YAY!

:D

See me writing? This was actually written by hand first.

GASP!

I hate writing by hand. . . with a passion. . .

Yush.

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