Summery: Kenny had done some pretty fucked up shit in his life. But tricking Butters into falling in love with him was by far the worst! Bunny. Yaoi. Don't like, don't click!
Warnings: Yaoi - Meaning male on male action. Swearing. Alcohol. Drugs. All that fun stuff.
RubyNote: My first South Park fic, first time writing in a while also. So.. Yeah.. Enjoy!
When Life Gives You Vodka…
…Take Someone's Virginity!
Dying would have been good right about now.
But of course, that would have been too easy and he could never seem to die at a time that was convenient to him. Of course; it wouldn't solve much, no one would know and if anything at all he would just be prolonging the inevitable for a little while until he came back.
And then where would he be? Right back here, right back in this conversation – only this time he'd have an added "And you're not running out on me this time!" to add to his miseries.
So he supposed he should just start getting it over with now.
"Are you even listening to me anymore?!" The pitch was higher than usual, probably due to the tirade of words that had been spilling from his mouth for the last ten minutes, Kenny observed with some detachment – and the pinking of his face was kind of cute…
No! That could stop right there! It was thoughts like that that got him to this point in the first place, for crying out loud.
Yes, Butters was mad at him; and yes, it did make him look as adorable as hell… and yes, riling Butters up was fun and kind of sexy…
Oh for fuck's sake! He was doing it again! No more examining of Butters!
Forcing himself to focus, he found his eyes wandering down to the soft pink mouth that was pursed in something that seemed to be a cross with annoyance and worry. He had a pretty mouth… and damn did he know how to use it…
"So you're not even listening to me… Thanks a lot…" The sudden inflection of hurt in the smaller males' voice finally had Kenny snapping back to attention and he stuffed his hands moodily into his pockets.
God damn it! Why did he have to have this argument with the one damn person who would actually get upset if Kenny even so much as opened his mouth?!
Because he knew it would happen. You didn't win awards for being a top notch fuck up without realising that everything that came out of your mouth would probably hurt anyone who had genuine feelings.
But still, as much as he would usually walk away and leave Butters to think the worst of him – it would have probably have been the kinder way to do it – he found himself sucked in, once again, into trying to at least attempt to explain himself.
"I am listening. I just have nothing to say." He answered with a sigh, stuffing his hands into his pockets with a sharp movement.
He had been right though, opening his mouth hadn't helped him out at all because the flash of bitter hurt that reflected in those soft blue eyes made his stomach churn with self-hatred.
And then the look had gone, eyes twinkling in what Kenny had long since realised was a façade of joyful innocence. Butters may have always put up a damn good front, but the kid couldn't seriously be that understanding and forgiving. Nor could he be that oblivious; of course he got hurt, even if he did sometimes come across as too stupid to even realise he was being treated like shit, there was no way that it didn't affect him, deep down.
"I see. So, that's just it then? You're really just as bad as they say huh? Guess it's my own fault… M-my parents did always say 'Butters, you shouldn't be goin' out around drunk people. They will just use you and toss you aside.' A-an they were right t-to ground me for last night t-too, I-I-I—"
"They're not fucking right! You're 21 for fuck's sake!" Kenny growled suddenly, making the smaller male jump back harshly. The taller blonde groaned, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger before sighing and continuing. "Look, Butters… I'm sorry, okay? I was drunk and I should have known better than to start this; but I did. And I can't take it back or make it go away… The fact is, we did what we did and it was fun but that's all."
"I-I See… a-an' what you said?" Kenny flinched sharply at the reminder and visibly shrunk back against the wall he was leaning against. His voice had been but a mumble and Kenny instinctively knew he wasn't going to like the answer.
Slipping a pack of cigarettes from his pocket he slipped one between his lips, lighting and taking a slow drag as he prepared for the end. "I was drunk. Drunk me will say whatever he has to, to get into someone's pants." He answers, the words hollow even to his own ears.
When he finally looked back up at Butters' face, he was not granted access to see what reaction that got. The smaller male's head was bowed as he nodded – just barely – and nothing more.
And that's when the tightness in his chest flared up again – 'probably just too many cigarettes' – and he bit his lip, willing himself to at least sound apologetic.
But it wouldn't matter, Butters was leaving, getting into his car and leaving Kenny here, in the middle of the night, in some seedy little bar's car park, and no longer intending to just 'get a little buzz'.
"(This fucking song is all personality)
(Dude, that's the shit!)
Well we've heard about,
How the guys in the band,
And now you hate your parents,
'Cause of the way you turned out,
But in the end the blames on you…"
For a few moments, Butters just stared at the glowing screen on his bedside table like it had grown a set of balls. It was three in the morning, who the hell would be calling him at this time?
Reaching quickly for the handset when he realised the noise could wake his parents; the small blonde examined the caller display. A foreign number displayed itself and Butters was just considering whether or not it was a good idea for him to actually answer it when it suddenly stopped and the screen settled back to black.
Well, that solved that conundrum…
…For all of five seconds.
This time he answered, if nothing more to just stop the noise before his parents could wake and ground him for it.
"Hu-Hullo…" He mumbled softly down the phone, greeted by a loud laugh on the other end of the phone. Even from just a laugh, Butters knew, Kenny was out of his mind drunk…
"Butters! Dude! It's your number? When the fuck did that get written on my arm?! Any why?"
That made him laugh, Kenny had been pretty drunk yesterday, and Butters was only supposed to be going to work to pick up his wallet that he had left there – They both worked at the same bar, but Kenny had had a week off and so apparently was utilising it to its fullest. But Butters had been worried when he had left Kenny's apartment and had seen Kenny leaving; so he had taken precautionary measures by writing 'Hi, if found call this number to come collect my sorry ass' on his arm and added his number to the bottom.
Of course, Butters was too naïve to realise that what someone like Kenny McCormick was in danger in a gutter no one would care enough to look for a number on his arm.
It just wasn't done.
Especially in a town as small as South Park was and with the added 'pleasure' of everyone knowing just what kind of family Kenny came from – Hell, they probably would be more concerned if they saw him sober and in a suit or something.
He had also not planned on being dragged into said apartment and being there for most of the night.
"Long story. And you're drunk!" Butters replied when he heard a "Dude! Talk to me asshole!" come from the receiver.
"And you're sexy, what's you're point?"
That made the small blonde flinch and he closed his eyes. Memories of yesterday surfacing and clawing at his chest.
"Kenny, what do you want?" He sighed into the phone, no longer feeling amused by the call at all.
"I wanted to know whose number it was…" Was the to-the-point reply and Butters almost snorted at the thought that he had been expecting a reply like–
"And now I know who it is I want to talk to you!"
'Yeah, something like tha- Hold the phone?!'
"Y-you… wh-what?" He stammered, not meaning to raise his voice as much as he did, before continuing in a calmer tone. "Ken, you're drunk, you don't mean that… so just stop… okay?"
"No. Come see me." Was the only reply and Butters had to pinch the bridge of his nose for a brief moment.
"Kenny, I-I can't…" He started but was quickly cut off as Kenny started on a ramble of various reasons why Butters had to come find him, varying from "But dude! I'd do the same for you" to "Be a bro, man" and finally ending with…
"And I have no idea where I am… some bar called… Whistlin' Harry's?"
Butters eyes widened and he groaned, that bar was the same one he had left the taller blonde at earlier. Had he been there this whole time?! That's like… eleven hours of drinking!
"Fine… Just… wait there… Don't move at all…" He finally relented, hanging up the phone with a sigh and reaching for his keys. He cared not that he was only in his pyjama bottoms and simply shucked on his coat and slipped silently from the house.
Kenny was cold, his hood pulled up over his head as he stood against the lamppost in the same way he had been since calling Butters some time ago. He hadn't moved – at all, actually – just like he had been told too and his eyes lit up as he saw a familiar car pull up in the car park.
Finally!
As Butters stepped out of the car though, Kenny knew he had a tell-tale smirk on his lips, giving way that he was trying not to laugh. But seriously? Who comes to pick someone up wearing bunny pyjamas?
"W-what?" came the timid reply of his new companion and Kenny simply shook his head.
"Cute rags, dude." He winked, still leaning on the lamppost, pretty much because it was all that was keeping him up right now.
He wasn't sure if it was the dim light or a trick of his eyes, but it looked like Butters was actually blushing! And it was so damn cute! And Kenny just wanted too–
Ow, faceplanting the floor had not been what he wanted when he had attempted to step forward, no, faceplanting fucking hurt!
But soon there was a gentle touch as he was hauled up against a warm body and damn, did it feel good! He leant heavily against the smaller male who surprisingly seemed to take his weight easily – probably not a hard feat as Kenny was still pretty scrawny and apparently dancing for a living made someone pretty damn muscular.
He wasn't quite sure when they had walked to the car, or even when he had been sat in the passenger's seat for that matter. All he knew that suddenly that heat was gone and he whined, reaching back out to pull his radiator back to him. He was cold again now.
"No, Mister. We are going to get you home and to bed." Came a fairly stern reply that made Kenny's eyes light up with the implications.
But his fantasies were short lived as a sudden squeak and an "N-n-n-no! You are going t-to bed, to sleep, a-alone." Came to crush all his sexy hopes and dreams.
"Cock tease…" He mumbled as he slumped lower into the seat like a petulant child, arms crossing after he pulled the drawstring of his hood tightly closed.
The door closing at his side was the only response he got as Butters moved to get back into the car himself.
The journey back was in silence, Butters being the first to break it once they had pulled up outside of the rundown apartment complex. "Let's get you in then…" When he got no reply he had presumed Kenny had fallen asleep and he sighed, getting out of the car and resigning himself to having to carry the inebriated male up the four flights of stairs to his apartment.
That was of course until he was reaching over to unbuckle the seatbelt and found himself suddenly pulled forward as a pair of chapped and warm lips were firmly against his own.
And Butters melted into it, pressing himself against the other male and not even caring about the fact that Kenny tasted terrible – all like cheap vodka and cigarettes.
However, once he felt a hand slide under his coat he froze and shoved himself back sharply, causing him to slam the back of his head into the car's roof.
"Ow!" He whined as his companion – and the reason for this whole mess simply bellowed out a throaty laugh and tumbled out of the car to land at Butters' feet.
"Ow! Fuck!"
The smaller blonde simply rolled his eyes as he once again hauled Kenny back to his feet, shutting the car door as he steadily helped him ascend the stairs; hindered slightly by having to slap wandering hands from trying to touch him every two steps.
When he finally got Kenny into his apartment – after having to wrestle him for his keys – Butters let him fall down on the old, moth-eaten fold-out couch that was pretty much the only feature in the entire room.
It was a small apartment: consisting only of three rooms; Living-room cum bedroom, Kitchenette and bathroom. The place was a mess, wallpaper peeling and black mould peeking from behind the ratty curtains and stretching over the corners of the ceiling but – it was Kenny's home. His. No one else's'. And he liked it that way.
It was all his pittance of a barman salary could afford anyway.
Beggars couldn't be choosers and all that bull.
"S-s-so... Y-you're home n-now… I-I'll just go…" The smaller male murmured as he made to turn and leave – he did not want to be here, not with his memories… not staring at the fold out bed's sheets, stained and he exact same as the day before, not changed and holding the evidence of what they had done–
But a tug on his sleeve halted him and he flinched. He needed to leave, he felt suffocated and he just wanted to go.
"Where're you going?" Came the soft drawl from the male sprawled out on the bed, somewhere in Butters' musings he had unzipped his jacket and his shirt had ridden up, exposing the soft skin beneath…
He swallowed and was struggling to make a sentence when Kenny continued, "The night is not over, why not join me… you look like you could use some… stress relief…"
And aww fuck wasn't he sexy as he purred those words so sweetly, Kenny clearly knew how to go about getting into peoples pants…
But he couldn't do this, and, not trusting his voice he simply shook his head, pulling his arm sharply out of the others' grasp, watching as Kenny's eyes narrowed for a moment in confusion.
Yes; that definitely wasn't the face of a man who was used to hearing the word "no" – even if he technically hadn't physically said it.
"What? Why? Yesterday you didn't seem to care… What gives?"
And then it all hit him in one, it really hadn't meant anything to Kenny. It had been just an itch he wanted scratching and Butters had been stupid enough to get swept up in his pretty words and skilled hands.
"Are you still hurting a little? Its fine, I'll be gentler…" Oh how Butters wished he would just shut up. It wasn't about that at all. Yes, he did have a dull ache still but that wasn't the point! This wasn't all just some game or an itch to scratch to him. He had actually thought… He had…
And there it was, the first glimmering of tears in his eyes as he swiped at them quickly and swallowed back a lump in his throat.
"I-I-I don't w-want…" He sniffled, cursing himself for letting himself end up in this position again.
Kenny frowned as he sat up slowly, reaching out his hand again. "Dude, don't cry! Fuck!" He muttered as he shook his head. "I didn't mean to be so rough! I swear I can do better! I'm good at this!"
And it was apparently not the right thing to say as the smaller male's shoulders slumped and he let out a small sob. "Just s-s-stop! P-p-please! Y-you d-don't get I-I-it!" He pleaded as his inebriated friend continued to stare at him.
"What don't I understand? It's sex Butters, not a marriage proposal… Why are you making a big deal out of two guys letting off some steam?"
He couldn't hear this, he just couldn't and so he said the truth – the thing he knew would instantly shut him up…
"It's a big deal because you took my virginity!"
RubyNote: Inspired by reading Bunny fiction recently, I figured I'd give this a go. Reviews and constructive criticism always welcome!