Pairing: KyleKenny
A/N: Based on that episode about the Jonas Brothers, Walt Disney and the purity rings. (Episode 182, Season 13). Imagine them as young adults instead... So enjoy, and R & R.
Purity Rings
Kyle blamed the Jonas Brothers. He blamed the purity rings and he blamed Tammy, Kenny's girlfriend, for making him wear those rings. But Kyle blamed Kenny the most, for everything—for dating Tammy, for going to that Jonas Brothers' concert, for agreeing to wear the purity rings, and for ignoring Kyle, Stan and Cartman's intervention just a week ago. So he threw on his backpack loaded with porn and left for Kenny's house to start an intervention of his own.
To his surprise, but mostly disgust, Kyle found Kenny lying on his bed, engrossed in a—God forbids—novel. Without giving his friend time to react to his intrusion, Kyle snatched the book from Kenny's hands,
"Dude! What the fuck are you doing?"
Kenny sat upright, straightened out his parka and replied lazily,
"Kyle, I was reading that," he reached for the novel, but Kyle pried it out of his hands once again and threw the book into the far corner of the room.
"Forget that crap, I have something better for you," Kyle declared as he unloaded his backpack to reveal about twenty magazines, each with attractive, voluptuous, naked women starred on the cover.
"Dude… I thought we already talked about the… purity rings," Kenny muttered nervously, unable to hide the craving glint in his eyes and the saliva forming in his mouth.
"Come on, I saw Tammy going home on my way here, you can cut the crap now." Kyle sighed, exasperated.
"No, I… promised Tammy," Kenny said weakly, eyeing the blonde woman on the cover of Playboy, "So you can keep the porn to yourself, Kyle."
Kyle scowled at his friend for a good five minutes before announcing threateningly, "You asked for it" and dived at Kenny.
"Kyle, what the fuck?" Kenny yelped when Kyle landed on the bed on all four, pinning him underneath his body.
"I thought you weren't suppose to cuss," Kyle said playfully and laughed when Kenny threw his hands to his mouth upon realizing what he had said.
"What are you doing?" the boy beneath him growled.
"Let's have sex," Kyle declared.
And Kenny couldn't help but stifle a laugh underneath him.
"I thought we were over this," Kenny said, slowing down and dragging on the word 'over' with the 'O' shape his mouth formed, "Plus, purity ring, no sex, remember?"
"Then take the ring off" Kyle leaned down, shortening the distance between his face and Kenny's. His breath mingled with the other boy and their noses brushed when Kenny shook his head adamantly.
"No."
But Kenny's determination faltered as soon as Kyle's hand unzipped his parka and slid under his white T-shirt.
"Kyle, stop joking around," he protested, but his voice grew fainter as Kyle buried his face into Kenny's neck to leave a trail of kisses from the back of his ear down to his collar bone while his hand already made its way to Kenny's bottom, groping his butt relentlessly.
"Okay," Kenny said breathlessly in between the kisses and Kyle sucking at his bottom lip, "I get it," With clumsy, fidgeting hands, he slipped the ring off of his ring finger and let it fall off the bed, making a clanking sound as it reached the floor. "Let's do it," he said to Kyle and let Kyle undress him.
Kenny didn't feel guilty at all as Kyle and himself fumbled under his small blanket, sticky in sweats and breathless. Maybe he'll feel guilty later. Perhaps tomorrow, when he wakes up with Kyle's arms around him and Kyle's body pressing up against his. Maybe.
The End