Warning to Readers- This is a yaoi
Decided to add a new chapter. NOW I am complete with this. I had a much more adult-themed end but won't let me change the rating :P So, enjoy :)
*Disclaimer: Trey Parker © South Park; Story © Me
Kenny spent his melancholy evening in a jail cell, counting the cinderblocks in the wall from his itchy, infested bed. His hoodie still hadn't been recovered from the crash site but despite his chilliness, he refused to use the steel-wool blanket Officer Barbrady had supplied him with. He tucked his knees against his chest and sighed, his mind teeming with thoughts of how Kyle was recovering. The red-head had looked so feeble from his hospital bed, broken and beaten, and all due to Kenny's fault. Guilt plagued his sleepless night, unable to drift off to sleep without seeing Kyle's horrified face just before the car crash. It was terrifying.
Through the bars of the cell, the sun began to peek through, Kenny still awake with heavy, dark circles under his eyes. It was a relief he was only 17 or the charges might have been much more prevalent in endangering someone's life AND driving without a license. Justice was deemed that Kenny would have to pay Kyle's hospital bill as well as $150 for road damage. Kenny hatched a plan to acquire a job to pay for it all. As he weaved his plan together, the barely literate officer came to his cell with a set of keys, pausing briefly before unlocking it to allow Kenny to leave. He gripped the blonde's arm and led him crudely out of the holding area and into the waiting room of the department where Kenny's white-trash family was waiting with scowls of disappointment. Kenny only smiled sarcastically at them all.
"We're so mad at you, you little shithead! You think we got the money to pay for this!" his dad spat as he scribbled his signature on the release forms. His mother shrieked in his ear about how much debt the family was in, now with an additional amount to go to the stupid Jews. This is where Kenny lost it.
"You ignorant fucking cow!" he hissed, his anger boiling over. "How dare you say that about the Brofslovskis! They are caring and considerate people and you just hate them because they make something of their life, unlike you who sits on your ass all day!" His mother was speechless at her son's outburst, smacking him across the face until his cheek glowed pink. The family piled into their rusted pick-up truck and drove off, Kenny sulking in the back seat as his parents scolded him. Their voices became distant as the blonde began to zone out, as usual, his mind still plagued with Kyle. His velveteen smile, emerald, crystalline eyes; fantasies started running furiously through his mind. He could feel his cock pressing against the seam of his pants.
"KENNETH MCCORMICK! Are you listening!" Kenny jolted awake from his daydream and discovered his hand down the front of his pants. He quickly regained composure and pushed off his desires for the rest of the ride.
Mr. and Mrs. McCormick presented Kenny's hoody to him from the crash site, stained in Kyle's blood, a few strands of red hair entwined with the orange fibers. He pushed the fabric to his nose and took in the remaining scent of Kyle that clung to it, his head beginning to spin as he was taken back to that night.
"You're grounded, mister! No playboys for a month!" his waste-away father scolded, wagging his dirty finger parentally in his son's face, his breath reeking of alcohol and spray-cheese. Kenny stared intently at that finger, wanting to bite the hand that feeds, or rarely feeds, in this case. Kenny was like a dog to them; he was there when they wanted him there and shunned when they didn't. They enjoyed seeing him squirm and writhe. He would never tell him that he was gay for Kyle because they'd probably neglect him further.
He turned away without a sound and stormed off to his dirty room, pulling his hoody over his naked chest. Once secure in his own space, he pulled up a loose piece of carpet and took a can of Guinness and a porno magazine from within, propping himself up on his bed to indulge in his simple pleasures. The magazine no longer brought him as much enjoyment as it used to and Kenny soon found himself hurling the sleazy papers across the room. Naked girls were nothing to what he really wanted. Groaning, he buried his face into his filthy sheets, his hands pulling at his blonde locks as he tried to chase Kyle from his mind, but it was impossible. The red-head was all he saw when he closed his eyes.
To preoccupy himself, Kenny tore a few empty sheets of blank paper from his textbooks and began doodling furiously; he fancied himself a good artist. As he scribbled, the picture slowly came to resemble Kyle, dressed in an apron, bow-tie, cuffs, and nothing else, staring up from the picture in a submissive pose. Once it was finished, Kenny set down his pencil and gazed longingly at it, secretly whispering his desires to the picture. He stroked it occasionally and slid his hand down the front of his pants to jerk himself off, but suddenly, a tapping at his window interrupted him. He lost his cool and almost had a seizure as he tore his hand out and stuffed the picture behind his back.
At his window, like a beacon in the night, was Kyle, recuperated and fresh with only a bandage across his nose and a few stitches on his forehead. He waved vivaciously and lifted the window gingerly so as to not make a sound. "Hey there," he greeted as he cautiously stepped inside. Kenny smiled and rose from his bed, ran toward the red-head, picked him up and spun him around, his arms squeezing him tightly. Kyle chuckled as he was twirled here and there, enjoying the attention Kenny was giving him.
"I'm so sorry, Kyle. I really am," Kenny pleaded, setting Kyle down and holding him tightly against his muscular form. Kyle smiled and kissed the back of Kenny's neck, making the blonde shiver pleasurably against the red-head.
"I'm alive, aren't I?" Kyle laughed, playfully punching Kenny's arm once he was released from the blonde's grip. "You douche! Next time, I drive!" Kenny laughed as he and Kyle acted as coolly as they used to in the school yard. It was like returning to one's roots. Kyle's eyes wandered around the room until he noticed the scribble on Kenny's bed, coming toward it to examine it. "New drawing? You're such a good artist."
Kenny's eyes widened and he dove onto the bed, submerging the drawing under his body. "It's shitty. I was just goofing," he informed. One of Kyle's red eyebrows lifted slightly in confusion at the defense Kenny displayed. He crawled on top of Kenny, straddling his waist, feeling the remaining boner again his pelvis. Kyle chuckled softly as his arms wound around Kenny in an attempt to acquire the picture, but Kenny had already crumpled it and threw it across his room. "Ha! In yo face, mother fucker!" he taunted, proud he had acted so quickly. Kyle, pouting, climbed off of Kenny and nonchalantly came toward the doodle, and then quickly struck, swiping it and examining it quickly. His cheeks became flushed, matching his hair color, and he let out a small laugh.
"Miss me much, Kenny?" he asked humorously, holding the picture out to the blonde. Embarrassed, Kenny took the picture back and threw it behind his bed, averting the red-head's eyes. "You know…" Kyle started as he tip-toed toward the bed to sit beside Kenny, "…I didn't see your parents' truck. I think they went out. So if you wanted a live copy of that picture, perhaps we can arrange something." The red-head flashed a mischievous smile in Kenny's direction, looking for acknowledgement in his proposal. Kenny's face grew hot and flustered, returning Kyle's gaze with a dumb grin.
"Y-yeah…That'd be nice," he replied skittishly, feeling the heavy bulge in his pants once again return. Kyle chuckled lightly and scurried out of the room to fetch the different pieces he needed for the photographing while Kenny attempted to find a camera of which to capture his succulent desires. He fidgeted with the lens, fingers shaking, and the sound of his blood rushing filled his ears. 'Kyle volunteered…Why are you so nervous?' he thought once he was repaired the dirty camera. Kyle called the blonde's name softly from the kitchen and Kenny felt his heart jump in his chest. He swallowed hard and went to meet him, his face flushing with red once he saw Kyle in nothing but an apron and his hat, on his knees, staring up at the blonde feebly. Kenny felt as though he were drooling sand.
"I'm ready for my close up," Kyle cooed in a smooth, velvet voice that made Kenny shudder. The red-head smiled deviously and stretched upward briefly, the apron raising just enough to reveal he had no underwear. Kenny's blush intensified as his eyes were drawn downward. "I said I'm ready!" Kyle called, snapping his fingers. Kenny was revived from his naughty state of mind and lifted the camera to his eyes, beginning to snap shots of his lover, whom posed in various, tantalizing ways. He sprawled over the kitchen floor for Kenny, climbed on counters, spread his legs for up-skirt shots.
"Nice boner, dude," Kyle laughed, noticing the heavy bulge in Kenny's jeans. The blonde raised an eyebrow.
"I have about 13 shots of yours, you fag," he replied, setting down his camera for the time being. Kyle swung his legs back and forth idly as Kenny popped open a bottle of beer. "How was the hospital?" the blonde asked after a swig of alcohol. Kyle sighed.
"I have to take meds for a month until my nose heals. I get nosebleeds a lot now. How's the car?"
"Totaled. Won't even run."
"Shit…"
Kenny smiled and waved his hand to dismiss the matter. "Don't even worry. I hated that car." Kyle chuckled quietly, his smile lighting up the room. He slipped off the counter and took his clothes back, replacing his orange jacket and pants on his body. His fingers fidgeted through the sleazy Polaroid photos Kenny had taken, a slight blush coloring his pale cheeks.
"Under no circumstances do we tell anyone about this, OK?" Kyle warned, his expression stern as he turned to Kenny. "Cartman would flip a shit."
"They already found out we're gay, love," Kenny laughed, wrapping his arms around Kyle from behind. "And these pictures won't leave my room…Unless I want to masturbate at school, that is…" Kyle's blush increased as he broke away. Kenny smiled and kissed Kyle's forehead, the red-head still blushing. "Just kidding, Kahl," he assured, collecting his Polaroid photos and transporting them to his room. He stored them in his sock drawer among endless packs of cigarettes and vodka bottles, and then sealed the drawer tightly with duct tape.
From outside, a car horn blared loudly and angrily, the toy boys rushing to the window to see outside. It was Kyle's furious father waiting in their Toyota Prius, his fingers drumming against the wheel. Kyle sighed and turned to leave but Kenny pulled him back. They locked lips briefly and pulled away, Kenny sending Kyle on his way. He sat at the window, watching Kyle leave with a sad puppy look in his eye.
Once the red-head was out of sight, Kenny sighed and took out his Polaroid photos, examining them closely. With a laugh, he murmured to himself, "What a crazy fucking train this was."
