Disclaimer: Do not own them.

Title: Number Seventy: 67

Summary: Kevin doesn't always win. KevinKenny

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC Incest (Just remembered that one)

Couple: KevinKenny

Written By: Shino

Inspired By: I don't know rightly, just wanted to write something had had more KevinKenny snuggling, and some handsie action. D

Comments: Sarah just gave me a bad look. D: Isn't my wife nice? 333

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Number Seventy: 67

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Currently Kenny was sprawled across a worn forest green couch, arms crossed over his chest. Glaring down at his arms, Kenny mumbled darkly, most of his words muffled due to his half-done up Parka. He heard his door open and he eyes darted to it. Seeing who was there made him glare harder.

"What's your problem?" The intruder asked with a hint of a smile.

"You." Kenny growled, looking back at his arms.

"Oh, come now. I didn't mean too."

Kenny sat up with a jolt. "Bullshit!" He pointed an accusing finger at the teen in his doorway. "You knew exactly what would happen if you didn't take it easy! God damn you and your," He used his other hand to wave a few fingers. "Whores, Kevin!" With a huff, Kenny flopped back onto his side. "You couldn't have used your own on top of that."

Gnawing his lip in amusement, Kevin walked forward, closing the door behind him. "Yes, but if I had used my own," He paused, and waited for Kenny to look at him. "I wouldn't have any excuse to have you sleep with me at night."

Narrowing his eyes, Kenny didn't trust his brother. "Oh, I'm sure that's what it was, and I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that my bed is much softer than yours." Eye drifting away, Kenny rolled back over. "Well, was."

Wandering over the couch, he plopped down in the very limited space, and cuddled to his brothers back. "I'm sorry. Next time I decide to break a bed, I'll be sure it's with you."

Mildly struggling, Kenny made a small attempt to protest but, ultimately, stilled. Then, he mumbled darkly about rusty wooden spoons, stupid ugly brothers and castration.

"Hey," Kevin's lips brushed lightly against Kenny's ear as he whispered. "Maybe we should do that now." He lightly nipped at the ear and slid his hands up from Kenny's hips, pushing his Parka out of the way only slightly. "Except kill the couch instead?"

"Mmmm," Kenny's eyes closed and leaned into the touch. "You still don't win this."

Kevin smiled. "Of course not."

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B

Oh, yes.

Kevin and his whores broke Kenneh's new SOFT bed.

Stupid whores.

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