A/N: Here you go. Another chapter :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of south park. Please enjoy.
Story word count: 1,120
LadyRaven-321/SayamaHAH: I'm glad you both enjoy the story so far.
Chapter 2: Why you shouldn't drink with your boss
It was, supposedly, a mistake really. He hadn't meant to do it. He didn't mean to kiss him it just happened. He had been helping Butters clean up the apartment the two were now living in together. The younger still being a stickler for having a clean up, not that Kenny minded. He sighed as he pushed some dirty blond hair out of his face in time to see Butters carrying in a small stack of boxes.
"Need some help with that?" he asked walking over.
"Oh gee thanks Ken," the smaller blond smiled as Kenny took a few of the boxes.
"Where do you need them?" Kenny asked.
"Just in the back for now. It's some things my parent's dropped off that I never got a chance to go through," Butter's shrugged as he led him to the storage room in the back on the loft.
"How are you parents? You don't mention them much. I'm surprised," Kenny pointed out as they set the boxes down.
"I don't know. I haven't talked to them since they kicked me out..." he sighed fixing his braid.
"No shit? They kicked you out?" he asked. "Why?"
"They caught me sucking Craig's cock in my bedroom." Butters answered bluntly.
Kenny found himself blushing at the statement. "You're kidding?"
Butter's shook his head. "Nope. Hey you hungry? I was gonna go pick up some take out for lunch?"
"City Wok's still in business?" Kenny asked raising an eyebrow.
"Eh sort of. It's under new management since the City Wok guy had a mental breakdown a few months ago."
"Shame. That dude gave really cheap plane rides," Kenny chuckled. "Eh sure. But my treat."
"Oh that's okay. You really don't have to, I can pay for it Ken," Butters smiled.
"I insist really. It's the least I can do for all you've done for me," Ken smiled handing Butters a few twenties.
Butters smiled and blushed. "Ge...gee Ken...its...it's really not such a big deal..." he stammered.
"I'll finish cleaning up here for you," Ken added.
Butters nodded and pocketed the money. "I shouldn't be to long." He grabbed his keys and pulled on his coat.
Kenny plopped down on the couch after he finished cleaning and looked around the loft. It was oddly quiet with out Butters always moving around the place. He was more or less always at his lap top taking some online courses or working on new card designs for the club.
After fifteen minutes of waiting for the young blond he finally got up and started looking for something to drink. He settled on a bottle of water and sat back down on the couch and picked up the remote and flipped through the channel's on the TV.
He sighed and looked at his watch. Butters had left over an hour ago to get their lunch but Kenny knew it didn't take that long to get food from City Wok. He waited another fifteen minutes before he passed out on the couch waking up to the sound of running water in the kitchen and Butters surprisingly good humming.
"Mm Butters?" Kenny yawned as he sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
"Hey sleeping beauty," Butters teased lightly as he walked over with the takeout. "Sorry I took so long. Kyle called about a fight he and Cartman had and he needed me to talk him down from going ballistic again."
"No problem," Kenny smiled feeling suddenly more happy now that the smaller blond was sitting next to him.
"I wasn't sure what you like so I just got us some of everything," Butters shrugged taking out the boxes and forks and setting them out on the coffee table.
"I still will and do eat anything I can...old habits die hard," Kenny chuckled as he grabbed a fork and picked up one of the smaller boxes of fried rice. "So, how is old red head?" he asked reffering to Kyle. "We sort of lost touch after a few years."
"Not to bad. He and Cartman have been dating a few months now. No one was really surprised, after you and Stan left he and Cartman started to hang out more and I guess things blossomed from there."
"I always thought those two just needed to fuck and get it over with," Kenny snickered as he started to eat. "Anything else major that I've missed?"
"Wendy and Token are engaged now...and actually I hear that Stan and Bebe are living together up in Denver," Butters smiled as he reached for an egg roll the sleeve of his shirt rolling up and large purplish bruise showing up on the pale flesh.
"Whoa Butters. Where'd that come from?" Kenny frowned automatically going into protective mode and pointing at the mark.
"O..Oh...Bumped against something I guess...I didn't even notice it," Butters looked away and tucked his knees under himself as he ate his food.
"Right..." Kenny nodded still not convinced but he didn't press the matter. "Do you have anything to drink like um..."
"Beer? Or something?" He asked smiling.
Kenny nodded. "Yeah...I mean you probably don't really drink so..."
Butters set his food down and got up going into the kitchen and opening a few cupboards before coming back with two glasses and a bottle of vanilla schnapps. "I keep it on hand for when Kyle comes out and we gossip," he smiled. "I also do have some vodka Bebe brought over and left and there's some scotch that Token and Wendy gave me as a welcome home present that I occasionally drink from."
Kenny blinked. "Schnapps will do," he nodded.
He was too surprised that Butters actually drank to ask for anything else.
Butters grinned and poured them both a glass and sat back down. "Cheers."
Kenny groaned at the throbbing of his head and blinked a few times to clear the fuzzies. He looked around noticing that he was indeed still in the living room. The food from the night before mostly eaten and the rest left on the table.
Shifting on his other side made him look down and he paled slightly at the mop of curly blond hair laying across his bare chest and the arms around his middle. Butters stirred as Kenny managed to disentangle himself out of the blonds death grip and tucked the small blanket around his frame as he silently padded to the bathroom.
"What the fuck have I done?" he breathed sinking to the floor.