Kenny loves it when it rains.
Not because the sound of the rain was soothing. Not because it represented cleansing or anything poetic like that. In fact, Kenny despises the inevitable wet socks and damp hair. However, without fail, each time it rains, Kyle can be found outside, soaking wet and trembling from the cold, face turned towards the sky with a frozen smile.
He's so striking like that. His clothes, plain, long-sleeve black T-shirts and dark jeans, stick to him like a second skin and make him seem dark and almost forbidden. His wild red curls plaster themselves to his blissful face and his lips part to let rivulets of water slide down his throat.
It doesn't rain much in South Park. It snows. This rain was out of season; it's only a little above freezing.
He's shaking hard from the cold. Trembling convulsively. Kenny takes his hand and smiles as his eyes blink open and he tries to grin back. His hand is frighteningly cold as Kenny drags him away from the seemingly random spot on the street.
The McCormick house smells of coffee and beer. It's quiet for the moment as Kenny leads his trembling redhead up the stairs to the bathroom, where he tugs off all the boys clothes and leaves him trembling, vulnerable, and cold. However, the water is warm as it washes over both of their bare frames, making Kyle whimper as the mild temperature seems to burn his frozen skin. Disregarding their state of undress, Kenny holds him close under the water, swaying them and cooing into Kyle's ear.
Finally, when Kyle is no longer shaking and instead leans against his blond counterpart's chest in contentment, Kenny inquires, "Why do you stand in the rain?"
Kyle doesn't respond. He never does.
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