This was actually inspired by the movie Ghosts of Girlfriends Past.

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"To let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart."

–Sky High

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"Hey look," a raven-haired twenty-one-year-old woman giggled to the two blondes in front of her, "he's back." She pointed with the hand holding her martini over at the tall blonde dressed in a white tank top and tight dark blue jeans, his feet were clad in black biker boots, and a tattoo of the Japanese symbol for Honor was on his left shoulder blade, as he walked through the door. His piercings - six on either ear, a ring on his nose, and snake bites on his bottom lip - sparkled dully off of the bar light.

Both blondes looked back at the taller blonde walking through the door. The woman smiled and giggled as well. "Wow Wendy, he's really changed," she muttered.

"I know Bebe," Wendy responded, "he's hot now. Butters," she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "what'd you think?"

"Well," Butters tried to turn his gaze away but couldn't, "uh, he definitely l-looks different." Wendy was right, he was hot!

"Oh…!" Bebe smiled at Butters. "I see what's going on here…!"

He turned light red. "W-What?"

"Well, I mean you two have a past together, right?"

"Well, we were close friends, but n-nothing more."

"Go talk to him," Wendy goaded, "it's been years after all. He'd be glad to see you, I'm sure."

"M-Maybe." Butters glanced over at the tall blonde as he strutted past without even the tiniest glance in his direction. He didn't even notice him. Oh well, he didn't even look like someone the other blonde would go for. He was in a light blue tank top with a matching miniskirt, on his feet were wedged sandals with light blue lace to tie them in place; his blonde hair had grown out to be shoulder length and was wavy from where Wendy had attacked it with a crimping iron. "Would he even recognize me?"

"Of course." Bebe smiled. "You haven't changed; your clothing style has just differed."

"Exactly!" Wendy began pushing Butters towards the bar where the tall blonde was leaning against it waiting for the drink he ordered. "Now go, go, go!"

Sighing, Butters reluctantly walked over to the man. He smiled when his sky blue eyes met the taller's sapphire eyes, finding the taller had lust all over his face. "H-Hi…"

"Why hello there." He grabbed onto Butters' hand and kissed the top of it. "My name is Kenny McCormick. And your name, miss?"

Butters giggled. "Well, you might not believe this, but," his smile widened, "my name is Butters Stotch."

Kenny's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. "Butters? Holy shit dude!" He looked the shorter blonde up and down. "You're so fucking hot! You look exactly like a chick!"

Butters turned light red and giggled again. "Thank you. You're pretty hot too."

Kenny smirk reappeared on his face. "I try." He pointed to the empty glass in Butters' hand. "May I buy you a drink?"

"Of course."

"Bartender," he said as he grabbed the scotch on the counter behind him, "a piña colada for the very," he looked back at Butters, "very sexy lady."

He turned light red again. "So, um," he began to grind the toe of his wedged shoe into the scuffed tiled floor of the bar bashfully, "what have you been up to?"

"Roaming around," Kenny said as he smoothly handed Butters his piña colada. "I have to say, it's been more fun roaming aimlessly around the country than being stuck here."

"I see…" He began tracing the rim of his glass with the tip of his finger. So even after all the years they had been close, Kenny didn't miss him? He didn't think for even one moment that he'd be better off just settling down in South Park with him–well, no, no, not him! What was Butters thinking? He wasn't Kenny's type, he never had been and everyone knew it! So why were thoughts he hadn't had since high school filling his mind?

"You know dude," Kenny smiled softly; "I've missed you."

Butters looked up at Kenny again with shock. He missed him? Really? He returned the smile. "I've missed you too Ken. I've wondered everyday when y-you'd return."

"Really?"

"Of course." He grabbed onto Kenny's hand and continued to smile. "I'm happy to see you again."

Kenny's smile got slightly wider. "Then I'm happy to see you." He sloshed back some his scotch as his heart began to beat against his ribcage. Why was this happening again? In high school he'd foolishly fallen in love with Butters, only to have his heart shattered before he got a chance to say anything. Butters had gone for someone he'd met years ago at Camp New Grace, some guy named…what was his name? Brandon? Bradley? It didn't matter now. Kenny didn't want to feel the feelings that left him feeling like shit again. He couldn't.

Butters sipped his drink as his eyes dropped to the top of Kenny's pants. How many times had he dreamed about unbuttoning and unzipping that man's pants with his teeth? How many times had he wished that the man whose hand he was holding would strip him down and ravish him with all he had? He never understood why he thought these things though. Kenny never felt that way for him, and he never would.

"Hey Butters," Kenny said with a smirk ringing clear in his voice, "is there something interesting about my pants?"

The small blonde turned bright red. "Oh, n-no, I just zoned out there for a minute is all!" He chuckled nervously. Oh no…he noticed…

Kenny laughed and chugged the rest of his drink before pulling Butters into his chest with a smirk still gracing his face. "You're too damn cute when you're nervous."

"K-Ken?"

"Butters, are you…aroused right now?"

Butters' face somehow got redder. Kenny was right; under the skirt Butters had the beginnings of an erection. Of course he was aroused! He was chest to chest and only inches away from the face of the man he had adored for years. "W-Why would you say that?"

"Well, it wouldn't be the boner poking against my thigh," Kenny chuckled.

Butters' head dropped slightly with embarrassment. "You d-don't have to make it sound s-so…"

Kenny traced Butters' jaw with the tip of his finger and tilted his head up to look into his eyes again. "You love it." He brought their lips together roughly, earning a low moan from the smaller blonde. "But I want you to tell me you don't," he breathed as their lips parted for a brief second. "Tell me you hate that this is turning you on."

"I…I hate it," he moaned. "I really do." It hurt that he didn't even have to lie. He knew that all that would happen from tonight would be a broken or heavy heart. But still, he couldn't stop. He wanted Kenny, just as badly as he had in high school.

"Good." Kenny took Butters' drink from him and placed it on the bar. When their lips parted, he gave the smaller man his best lusted smile and said, "Let's go back to your place babe."

"O-Okay…" Butters gripped onto Kenny's hand as he was led away. As they made their way to the door of the bar, Butters dared a glance at Wendy and Bebe; both held a look of astonishment on their faces. Butters really knew what he was doing!

Outside of the bar, Kenny allowed Butters to lead the way to the apartment he shared with Wendy and Bebe on the border of the residential and the shopping districts. The smaller blonde unlocked the door and stepped inside, being sure to take off his shoes as soon as he stepped inside, losing two and a half inches of height easily. Kenny slipped his feet out of his boots, vacantly looking around at the couch, TV, kitchen, coffee table, and bathroom. He wasn't interested in any of that; it was the three closed bedroom doors he was eyeing with particular interest.

The first door was decorated in purple and had a dry erase board with both Wendy's name and her list of chores on it. The second was decorated in red peace signs and had a dry erase board with both Bebe's name and her list of chores on it. The third was decorated with Hello Kitty and rainbow stickers and had a dry erase board with Butters' name and his list of chores on it.

Kenny smirked again. Butters really hadn't changed a bit. His smirk turned to a smile when he felt the smaller blonde's eyes on him. "Well," he looked down at him and shut the door behind them, "shall we go to your room babe?"

Butters turned light red and nodded slightly. "Y-Yeah…" He grabbed Kenny's hand again and led him into his room. He flipped on the light switch and leaned against the door as Kenny walked forward towards his bed, covered in a Domo comforter that looked like it belonged in the room of a small child.

Kenny looked around at the stuffed animals - mostly teddy bears - and porcelain dolls around the room. The one wall unoccupied by either of these was taken up by a large bookshelf nearly filled up with romance, harlequin, gay erotica, and some fantasy novels. He had to smile at this; Butters really hadn't changed after all these years. (He couldn't help but to wonder how many guys Butters had brought into this particular room. Maybe not many, but maybe a lot… The thought of Butters having a lot of lovers distressed Kenny just a bit.) Kenny watched as Butters just about skipped over to a stuffed bright blue dog sitting on the end table next to his headboard.

"Remember this?" Butters hugged the stuffed dog to his chest and smiled gently. "You bought this for me as a graduation present. I've kept it close by all these years."

Kenny's eyes softened as did his smile. He'd forgotten all about that damn dog. He'd bought as a graduation gift, yes, but now he remembered that he'd also uttered a short promise to it before giving it to Butters. He had promised to come back to Butters–for Butters. He quickly closed the three step gap between them and gently grabbed onto Butters' chin again. "I remember baby," he brought their lips together in a chaste kiss, "I remember."

Butters smiled into the kiss and then quickly deepened it. His heart had fluttered wonderfully in his chest when Kenny had called him "baby" instead of "babe," it made him feel like more than just some one-night stand, it gave him just a bit of hope for some real love. He released the stuffed dog as Kenny pulled it away to rest it back on the side table and allowed the taller blonde to gently push him back onto the bed.

Kenny ran one hand up Butters' tank top and gently pinched his nipple, earning a low, drawn-out moan that made blood flood to his dick. "Butters," he breathed. His tongue shoved its way past Butters' lips and began to claim every dip and crevice as the adolescent flavor of crappy bubble gum coated his tongue. The taste made him feel bad about the fact that he knew Butters would be tasting menthol cigarettes and cheap pot.

Butters didn't mind the taste though, he was just so happy to finally be kissing and having his hands on the man he'd been longing for. He allowed his hands to push Kenny's tank top up to his collarbone before he wrapped his arms around the taller blonde. His spread hands could feel the bumps of hundreds of scars but he didn't pay them any attention as he felt the hand Kenny had been using to tease his nipple with traveled to push his skirt up. He spread his legs to allow Kenny an easier time of removing his briefs.

"Kenny," he moaned into the taller blonde's mouth, "please…"

Kenny released Butters' lips and pulled both of their tank tops off, throwing them to the floor. He smirked and slid down to Butters' now exposed hard member. "As you wish."