The smell of sweat and sex filled the air to the point it was becoming suffocating, but it excited Kenny even more. He slipped his greasy hair behind his ear as he gripped onto Clyde's sides tightly as he finished. The boy beneath him quivered with pleasure as his body laid limp on the locker room bench; his breaths were heavy as he tried to calm down from his orgasm. His skin tried to keep ahold of Kenny as he slipped out.

"You did amazing," Clyde mumbled under his breath. "The money is in my bag." He lazy pointed towards his backpack that laid next to the door.

Kenny got up and put his sweats back on, trying to ignore the thought of being some kind of prostitute. He always thought of himself as one after Clyde offered him money. This was a little trade they came up with not long after they started 'playing' with one another. Kenny would provide sex if Clyde provided money. Why did he need the money? Well, his no good parents often forgot to pay the bills and he didn't feel like living in a dark cold hole.

Letting his mind ease, he opened the backpack, noticing how everything was neatly organized. That was just like Clyde, to keep everything together even if his sexuality was a mess. Behind his books and papers was a small white envelope with money tucked inside and right beside it was a pack of cigarettes. Looking the carton over, it was his favorite kind, Blue Eagles.

"I didn't know you smoked?" Kenny asked, looking behind his shoulder.

Clyde was getting dressed and fixing his hair like he never participated in sexual acts in the first place. "It's a small gift for you even if it makes your kisses taste horrible."

He could only chuckle as he tucked the pack of cancer into his sweatpants pocket. Moving towards the foggy, dirt covered mirror, he tried to fix his messy sand blonde locks. He often didn't care for his looks be had class, frankly, no one looked good right after sex. After his failed attempt of trying to tame his fly aways, Kenny put his shirt on. It smelled almost as bad as the room they were in. Eventually, Clyde left first so it looked like he didn't even conversate with the Mccormick kid. Once Kenny had gathered himself, he too left the gym room. He easily blended back in the busy hallway.

No one even noticed he was gone.

Once he was at his locker, he noticed a certain someone waiting there. Fucking Butters, who was fumbling with his fingers as his ocean eyes scanned the hallway. His silky hair was brushed back and he was wearing a comfy blue sweater, again, he looked clean as always. Seeing the collected boy made Kenny want to frown. He hasn't spoken to Butter's since that incident when he saw him and Clyde in the gym. In fact, he hasn't even seen Butters since the incident. It was like he was avoiding him, which he couldn't blame the kid. Who would look for Kenny on purpose? However, when he got closer and Butters finally laid eyes on him, he didn't run away.

Instead, he smiled.

Kenny was taken back by surprise and didn't know if he should turn around and run away or progress and see what would transpire from talking with the blonde boy. Of course, he let his legs carry him to his locker. Curiosity always won first, "Can I help you?" His voice came out pissed.

Being a dick came second.

"Kenny, by golly, I've been waiting for you!" His face was full of sunshine that made Kenny have to squint his eyes not to be blinded.

"Why?"

What could Butter's want? Who would wait on a guy like him? Kenny remembered being young and how his friends would wait on him so they could go on some crazy adventures. Sometimes, he wished he could back to those days but then he was always reminded how at the end of the day, when he went home, it was still the shit show he knew. Just like now, even with the smiling blonde boy, everything was still shit.

Butter's messed with his small hands, "Well, I thought you would need these." He then reached into his pockets, pulling out bright colored condoms. Before he could say another word, Kenny had pinned him against his locker, his teeth bared. He eyes scanned around them to see if anyone was paying attention. Thankfully, no one gave a shit what he was up too.

"Do you think this is funny?" He breathed, his voice laced with anger. "Give me a reason I shouldn't kick your ass right now for the shitty joke you just pulled."

Butter's generally looked confused, like the stunt he just pulled was actually for his well being. The boy was shaking under his gaze, the plastic rappers still gripped tightly in his palms. Looking into his bright blue eyes, he saw no ill intent, no jokes or laughs.

This made Kenny show equal confusion.

Butter's gulped, "I didn't understand so I went to the nurse. She recommended these!" He pushed the condoms closer to Kenny, hoping he would calm down from his short answer.

This made the situation instantly defuse. It actually made a smirk appear across the orange hoodie-wearing teen. He pulled away, trying to hide his face. Did Butter's really go to the nurse? Out of all people to ask about two boys doing sexual acts? Did he go to a school employee instead of a friend to release such juicy information? The whole thing made him want to laugh but instead, the sick thought crossed his mind once more. How could someone still be so innocent in this school? Oh, the things he could do to ruin that. To make the poor blonde kid see his perspective on things.

Kenny shook his head to remove the weird ideas circling in his mind. He then grabbed the condoms, looking into the blue eyes once more. "We could try these out?"

This made Butter's face go tomato red, "W-What?!"

"Is there a problem?" stepping in between them was Wendy. Her perfect hair was tucked behind her ear as she glared at the delinquent in orange. Of course, she would be here to ruin all the fun.

Kenny separated from the small boy, "Nothing, my Queen." He rolled his eyes with a smirk. Might as well try to make the situation light-hearted.

"Whenever you are around, it's never just 'nothing'." Wendy frowned, crossing her slim arms.

Butters stepped in with a smile, "It's nothing, Wendy." He didn't bring up the condoms, at least he knew that it would be awkward to bring up with someone else around. In fact, his eyes shined with innocence. Like this kind of topic never came up between them too. For all Kenny knew the innocent act could be genuine.

Wendy seemed to believe him more and let her guard down, "If you say so, Butters. Be careful around this one." Then she approached Kenny, "Stay in your place."

"You don't have to remind me." He spat back, walking away from the stuck up princess but left Butter's a fleeting wink.

The day was over and the dirty blonde boy was heading home. Honestly, he never wanted to be home but today was so out of the normal, he craved being somewhere that never changed. It was weird how such a small blonde boy was causing him to be so shaken. Sure, he knew Butter's, who didn't? But it was the fact that after so many years, he was talking to him like nothing was different. Butter's was as cheerful as he was when they were kids. A little clueless as ever but the same old Butter's. The thing that left Kenny so shaken was the way he made him feel. What was the lingering feeling in his heart whenever he saw the boy's blue eyes?

It was a feeling of wanting power

He wanted control over Butter's, to see his blue eyes swell with tears. He wanted to see him beg and quiver under his words. More than anything, he wanted to bite those pretty pink li-

Kenny shook the thoughts quickly, not wanting any more foul thoughts to form in his sick mind.

Instead, he pointed his attention to the sky. The snow was lightly falling and landing on his worn out hoodie, leaving little soaked spots. He wasn't particularly in a rush so he took small steps, as much as he wanted to be home. It was the same thing every day. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and constant screaming and crying. He always ignored it and locked himself in his room. It didn't drown out his everyday life but at least he was alone.

When he finally made it to his front door, which was barely hanging onto the hinges, he sighed. No matter how many times he came back to this shit hole, deep down, he never could get used to it. Opening the door, hoping this wouldn't be the day the door fell off. Thankfully, it wasn't. Stepping inside, he was instantly greeted with a thick cloud of smoke. Sitting on the recliner that was stained brown, Kenny was sure it was originally red, was his father drunk out of his mind.

"About time you came home." He burped, "Bring any money home? Electric is due tomorrow."

The boy gritted his teeth, "How many times do I have to tell you, Old Man. I don't have a job so I don't have money to pay your fucking bills."

Stuart threw an empty can at Kenny, which he dodged with ease. Years of practice came through. "You ungrateful shit! Looks like we won't have power then!"

Ignoring him, Kenny went down the hall towards his room but was stopped by one of the doors being cracked open. Looking through the small opening was his younger sister, Karen. Her big eyes looked up at him, "Are we not going to have power again?"

"No..." Kenny sighed, he could never get over those eyes. Looks like some of the money he's been saving from being Clyde's little 'man toy', is going to have to be used. "You know I'll always take care of you." He said under a smile.

With that said, Kenny went into his nasty room. It was falling apart, along with the rest of the house. The ceiling of his room was falling in and the closet might as well be gone. The roof gave in and left it filled with old wood. His bed was older than he was and surely had some kind of rare mold growing in it. Despite the scary and sad appearance of his room, it was his safe haven. It allowed him to get away from his Father and the world.

He went to the wrecked closet, getting onto his knees and reaching as far as he could in one of the cracks of the wreckage. His fingers touched paper and he pulled out some money. He counted out a decent amount with a scowl on his face. His good for nothing Father should be the one paying the bills, not his son who is still in high school. But what could Kenny do? Let his sister go without heat? He couldn't do that, not in this cold weather.

He went back to the living room, throwing down his money onto his Father's stained lap. He looked at with a toothy grin, knowing he was going to win. "Thanks, my boy"

"Shut up." With that being said, Kenny didn't feel like being home anymore.