Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own South Park, but I did come up with the plot. For the fic, I mean.

Author's Note: I'm not exactly sure how long this will be, but I don't think it'll be too long. Probably four or five chapters at most. Three at least. So I just don't know and it's suppose to be a romantic comedy type of thing, I guess, but I'll keep in the "General" category just in case it doesn't turn out the way I was aiming for. Anyway, enjoy and please, do review. I'd like to know your opinion.

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Part 1: Worth A Try

"Mmm. . ."

"K-Kenny?"

"Mmhmm," was all Kenny could manage as he continued to taste the sweet smelling skin behind Butters' right ear.

Butters squirmed beneath him, but because the car they were currently in held limited space, he could not move away.

"K-Kenny," he tried again, his voice higher this time, trying to hide as best as he could the pleasure he was feeling.

His breath was heavy and his heart was pounding, but he managed to push Kenny away with his shaky hands and that was when Kenny really looked at him. His eyes were wild with lust, but Butters could see that he was trying hard to suppress it.

Slowly Butters sat up and Kenny moved with him until he himself was sitting still on his knees. He watched Butters wondering what the problem was. He was only slightly annoyed by the sudden interruption. He needed this. He had been craving this the whole damn day! It had been exactly one week since they had first and last had sex and Kenny had wanted another go since then, but Butters wasn't putting out, which frustrated Kenny to no end and now he felt he'd explode if he didn't do it again!

Butters didn't seem to have any intension of saying anything as he twiddled his fingers, looking down, a blush growing across his cheeks, and looking sexy as hell!

Just let me fuck you! Kenny wanted to shout. "What is it?" he said instead, feeling the heat suffocating him now, but he didn't move for the window.

"W-well. . ." Butters began, rubbing his knuckles now, which reminded Kenny of sex. "I don't w-wanna do this."

Kenny looked at him, confusion broke the lust in his eyes. "You don't want to?"

Butters nodded.

"You do, then?" Kenny brightened, taking Butters' nod the wrong way, and ready to pounce.

Butters shook his head.

"Then what?" Kenny asked, settling himself back down.

"I don't wanna. . ."

There was a moment of silence.

"S-so what you're saying is. . .?"

"N-no," Butters said bashfully.

Kenny stared for a moment before he spoke again. "So. . .what you're really saying is that. . .?"

"I don't w-want to do this," Butters answered.

"But what you're really saying is-"

"Kenny!" Butters scolded shyly.

Kenny planted his feet on the floor of the car as he slumped back into his seat. He stared out of the window for a moment, unsure of what to do. He placed his hands on the steering wheel.

"K-Kenny?" Butters called. He crawled over to him. "Y-you mad at me?"

Kenny turned to him, their faces only millimeters away. Kenny wanted to kiss him, but he knew that if he did it'd be hard to pull away, so he turned away again and started the car instead.

"No, I'm not mad," he said finally. Just frustrated, he thought. Sexually frustrated.

"Good then," Butters replied happily as he crawled back into his own seat. He buckled his seat belt as the car moved. This is going to hurt me later, Kenny said to himself, glancing down at the bulge in his pants before driving away.

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Something hit the table and landed with a loud slap. Stan glanced up to see a folder, a spiral notebook, and a thin textbook piled one on top of the other. He looked up to see Kenny standing behind the table. Stan watched as Kenny pulled a chair out and sat down.

"I need advice," he said, looking at Stan. He looked a little desperate.

Stan put his pen down and closed his textbook. Homework could always wait. There was still 35 minutes until it was due anyway.

"What is it?" Stan asked.

"Butters," Kenny answered.

Stan hesitated. It's not that he disagreed with Kenny's relationship with Butters. No, he was all for it! As long as Kenny didn't talk to him about their intimate experiences. Stan was just uncomfortable with that kind of information and Kenny always had excruciating details that had more imagery than any poem ever read in English.

"Leave me out of this," Stan said as he went back to his homework.

"No!" Kenny exclaimed as he stood, slamming his hand down on Stan's textbook. "I need you, Stan!"

"Kenny-"

"I need you!" he exclaimed again. He paused and then a smile spread across his lips as he realized how bad that must've sounded to the rest of the cafeteria. "Stan," He began. "I need you." He said is slowly, whispering.

Stan's face fell. He shook his head. "Don't."

"I need you, Stan," Kenny groaned, his voice louder. "I need you now. Right here!"

"Stop it!" Stan whispered harshly.

"God! I love it when you talk dirty!" Kenny exclaimed.

"Knock it off!"

"Knock boots!" Kenny asked quickly, brightly.

"Alright, I'll help you!"

"Score!"

Kenny sat back down. "That was real good by the way," he commented with a smile.

Stan ignored his last comment. "Okay, well," Stan began. "What about. . .Butters?"

Kenny grew quiet and for once Stan believed that there was a real problem. He reached out to touch his shoulder, but Kenny looked up. "He won't let me fuck him."

Stan did not reply. He simply stared at Kenny for a long time before he spoke again. "Dude." He shook his head.

"What!" Kenny asked. "I need some help! I need this fuck. I have to have it!"

Stan shook his head. This was when Kyle sat down. He looked from one to the other and decided to stay out of it.

"I need you, Stan!" Kenny moaned a loud.

"Stop!" Stan shouted. "God dammit," he breathed, to which Kenny smiled. "Have you tried talking to him?"

"He just says he doesn't want to." Kenny shrugged, his smile fading. "I don't get it."

That isn't hard to believe, Stan thought. Kenny didn't really understand the meaning of "no." Especially, when it came to things about sex. For example, "No, Kenny, I don't want you" or "No, Kenny, I won't meat you in the janitors closet" or even "Dammit, Kenny! No, I don't want you to fuck me!" He just won't take no for an answer, though Stan was a little surprised that Kenny backed down when Butters denied him. I guess it shows he cares, he thought.

"Well, maybe you should ask him about it," Stan suggested. "Maybe he can explain to you in detail.

It was obvious that Kenny had not thought of that. He sat up straight in his seat and thought for a moment. He then slapped his hand down on his books and nodded, determined.

"Okay," he said as he stood. "Right after I eat." He raced to the lunch line, knocking down a freshman as he made his mad dash to the lunch line.

Lunch was a sacred time in Kenny's day. It was the was the sacred time in Kenny's day. Even if it was Mystery Meat Monday.

Stan made a face and thanked Jesus that his mother had decided, she'd make him a lunch. She had been babying him lately and he didn't know why, but he didn't seem to mind much. Except when he was feeling suffocated by her.

"He's excited."

Stan turned to Kyle for the first time. He smiled as a late greeting. "It's lunch," he replied. "What else would you expect?"

Kyle shrugged. He then turned to Stan with a grin. "So," he began. "How was your night?"

"You should know," Stan said with a devilish grin. "You were there."

Kyle's smile widened and in only seconds they were both laughing.

"Come on," Kyle said. "This was suppose to be a serious moment."

"I'm sorry," Stan said sarcastically. "But you should've known how'd answer with that smile you gave me."

Kyle smiled again, but soon it faded as his eyes met Stan's. "But seriously, how was your night?"

Stan sighed as he placed his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table. He knew what Kyle meant, but he was unsure of how to say it.

"I didn't tell them," he said, clean and simple. "I just. . .can't."

"I understand," Kyle said. "I. . .couldn't either. My mother is a very. . .difficult woman. She's always got some stick up her ass."

Tell me about it, Stan thought. Stan breathed a sigh of relief. He had tried telling his parents. He really had. He didn't want to lie to them and he wasn't exactly lying when he told them he'd be hanging with Kyle. That was never a lie. But the whole reason they thought he was there was a lie, a lie that Stan neither denied nor corrected.

"So. . ." Stan began. "What now?"

Kyle sighed. "I guess. . .I don't know." He shrugged.

Kenny returned then and sat himself down, watching his friends carefully. He knew what was going on between the two. Many did, but not their parents and Kenny knew that they were struggling for answers just as he was.

"Tell them together or not at all," he offered.

"Huh?" Stan and Kyle replied as they turned to him.

"Tell your parents together, so you have each other there for moral support. Set up a dinner date or something and break it to them together," Kenny suggested.

Stan took this into consideration. He looked at Kyle. "It sounds like a pretty good idea."

Kyle agreed. "I know I'd feel more comfortable with you there," Kyle said as he took Stan's hand in his.

Stan agreed.

"There," Kenny said. "Problem solved." He smiled. "So. . .in return. . ."

Uh oh, Stan thought. "Jesus."

"Christ."

Stan and Kyle looked at one another and smiled.

"I want you guys to call me when you tell your parents so we can celebrate." He smiled at them, sweetly in fact and Stan and Kyle stared at him. They had obviously been expecting something else.

Stan nodded slowly. "Great!" Kenny exclaimed. "How does a fuck-a-thon sound?" He nodded as he looked from one to the other, his smile was wide, though they could not see it behind his hood. His eyes sparkled in the way only Kenny's could.

Stan sighed angrily as Kyle rolled his eyes.

"What?" Kenny said, almost bursting in laughter. "You two are the hottest thing since. . .I don't know. . .Tweek and Craig."

"I don't think so," Kyle said.

"What! Tweek and Craig were totally hot!"

"Not that!" Kyle argued.

"He's talking about us fucking. . .together," Stan replied.

"But I want to be part of the hot action if only for a night!" Kenny exclaimed. Stan and Kyle shook their heads. "Why are you two so cruel?"

Kyle shook his head again, but Kenny simply laughed.

"Alright, but it was well worth a try," Kenny said. He hinted at them with the last few words and both Kyle and Stan knew what he meant. "Just try what I suggested when you both feel you can do it."

Neither Kyle nor Stan spoke, they just nodded.

It had surprised him sometimes. How Kenny knew so much and was able to really help them. He wasn't always perverted like people thought. He had a good heart and Stan knew it.

"Thanks, dude," Stan managed to say after a while and smiled.

"No problem," Kenny replied. "So about that fuck-a-thon."

"No," Stan and Kyle replied.

"Come on!"

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Butters entered the cafeteria, thankful that Kenny was too engulfed in a conversation with Stan and Kyle to notice him. He drifted to a far away corner and hoped no one was watching, but no one had even noticed him walking in, so his hopefulness of not being seen was unnecessary.

He sat down at an empty table and looked around as he tapped his hands on the table's surface.

"Psst."

"Butters looked about.

"Right here."

Butters turned. "W-where?" He looked everywhere but the shadowy corner to his left.

"Over here." This time the voice was louder.

Butters looked about again, still not seeing the person in the shadows.

"I'm right here, you stupid fuck!"

Few people who heard the loud shout turned to look, but soon turned away.

"You don't have to yell," Butters replied softly, almost shyly. "I see you now."

"Obviously," the other replied as he sat himself down across from Butters, his voice giving away a ring of irritation. "So what happened?"

"W-well," Butters began as he fiddled with his fingers. "I think he got mad."

"See!" the other boy exclaimed. "That only proves that I'm right!" Butters looked at him, confused. "He got mad at you because you wouldn't give it up, right?"

Butters nodded.

"That just proves that all he really wants is sex. He thinks that because he got you in the sac once, he can do it again. But," the other boy continued with a smile, "you won't let him, will you?"

Butters shook his head. "No matter how much he begs." He let out a sad, slow, even sigh.

"I'm only trying to keep you from getting hurt, Butters," the other boy said, his voice sympathetic, though it was fake. Butters did not catch it, though. "Unlike Kenny, I care about you."

Butters nodded. "I-I understand," Butters replied. "You're my friend and you want to protect me."

"Exactly," the other boy said as he smiled. "Exactly."

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Jess (RedGem270)