I woke up in Kenny's arms. I smiled happily to myself. Then I realized that we were naked and I let out a startled cry. I've never been particularly comfortable with my body. Kenny flinched and opened his eyes. He looked at me, worry clear on his face, sitting up and taking in all of my appearance.
"Kyle, what's wrong? Did something happen? Why'd you yell?" he inquired. I blushed and looked down. All that did was remind me I was naked, which made me blush more. "Kyle? Talk to me!"
"Nothing...I just noticed that we're...uhh...unclothed..." I admitted, covering my face with my hands. Kenny laughed and pried my hands away, kissing me.
"That's all? Geez. That's nothing to be screaming about," he teased. He lay back down and pulled me close to him. Apparently being naked didn't embarrass him in the slightest, but I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks again. Kenny looked down at me and smiled. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and then finally my lips. When he pulled back he said, "You are without a doubt the cutest boyfriend anyone could ever hope to have." I blushed at the compliment. But there was something still dwelling in my mind.
"So...was I...was it umm...good?" I asked. Kenny rolled his eyes and kissed me again. I kissed back but I was afraid he was using this as an excuse to not answer. I was soon proven wrong.
"That's probably the stupidest thing you've ever said. Of course it was! I love you and I love being close to you. I was as close to you as possible last night. How could it be anything but good?" I practically melted at his words. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His hands found my waist and he pulled me on top of him, our dicks pressing together, skin pressing against tender skin.
"You are so sweet. I love you Kenny," I said into his mouth. He explored the inside of my mouth with his tongue. One of his hands was on my ass and the other was in my hair.
"I love you too," he said as we pulled apart. I was still sitting on top of him. He looked up at me and I could see the love and adoration in his eyes. Then a wicked, dirty smile spread across his face. "So can we do it again?" Before I could respond, a knock on my door interrupted us.
"Kyle, Bubbi, it's almost noon!" my mother called through the door. I jumped and I felt Kenny's body stiffen beneath me. I shoved him off the other side of the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin just before my mother entered the room. "Kyle? Are you awake?"
"Yeah Ma," I said, faking a yawn. "I'll be downstairs in a minute." I prayed silently that she wouldn't come in further, notice the orange parka crumpled on the floor in front of my bed, not to mention the blonde haired teen hidden from view. Please, God, please.
"Alright, but don't be much longer! Honestly, you teenagers sleep in so late these days!" she chided me, shaking a disapproving finger. I nodded and smiled.
"Sorry Ma," I said to her retreating figure as she closed the door. I let out a long sigh of relief and looked over the edge of the bed, where Kenny lay in a crumpled heap. He glared up at me. "Sorry dude."
"I think you bruised my tailbone..." he said, sitting up and rubbing his butt. He looked up at me and that same smile as before crept in again. "So...can we?" I smacked him in the head and he laughed, pulling himself back up onto the bed. He pulled me into his lap.
"Hey...maybe we shouldn't do this now..." I said even as I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around my torso and nuzzled my neck.
"Why shouldn't we?" he asked, trailing kisses down my neck. I bit down on my lip, trying to fight off my erection. Kenny noticed it.
"...That's why..." He burst out laughing. I covered his mouth with my hand, shushing him. "Seriously, you need to go. My mom could come back any minute."
"Alright, kick me out then," he pouted. I got off of him and he stood up, grabbing his clothes and putting them back on. I watched him sadly. I didn't want him to leave. He saw me watching him and he pulled me into a deep hug, crushing me against him. "Don't make that face please. I'll see you later right?" I nodded. He tipped my head up to look at him and kissed me. "I love you Kyle."
"I love you too Kenny." I smiled happily at his words. He went to my window, winked at me, and jumped down. I was always afraid he'd hurt himself doing that, but after all, Cartman's snuck into my room before (eww) and not been hurt...
I got dressed and went downstairs. Ike was sitting at the table, and when he saw me, he glared at me harshly before a plate of food was set down in front of him. He dug into it, still sending angry little looks at me between bites.
"What's with the face?" I asked, sitting next to him. He scooted away from me, still looking angry. For a panicked second I thought maybe he had heard Kenny and me last night or this morning (technically afternoon). What if he told Mom we'd been doing it? I mean...she knows about us but...
"You slept in so I had to wait for lunch!" Ike exclaimed, rolling his eyes at my ignorance. "You're so lazy!" I laughed and ruffled his hair. He pulled away from me.
"Sorry Ike. I'll try to not sleep in anymore." His expression lightened and he went back to his food. I began to eat too and for a while there was a comfortable silence until he spoke again.
"Next time I'll just come in and wake you." I tensed and looked around to make sure Mom had left the kitchen before pulling Ike close and whispering in his ear.
"Don't. Ever. Come. In. My. Room. When. I'm. Sleeping." I enunciated each word clearly, trying to make the message sink in. Ike stared at me wide eyed and slightly scared.
"Okay Kyle...stop being weird..." he said, trying to pull away from me. I looked him in the eye. "I promise I won't! Let go!" I sighed and did as he said. He rubbed his arm and looked at me with a mixture of confusion and fear.
"I just need a lot of privacy okay? Don't come in without knock-" I was interrupted by the phone ringing. I quickly ran to get it and picked up. "Hello?" There was no response on the other end. All I could hear was breathing. "...Hello? Is anyone there?" Then the line went dead. I looked at the phone, puzzled, and hung it up.
"Who was it?" Ike asked. I shrugged as I sat down.
"Probably a prank or something. No one answered. Who knows."
I met Kenny at the mall and we went to the arcade. We played games for a while, chatted with other people, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. But every time I looked at Kenny I couldn't help but think of last night, and I'd blush every time. Kenny noticed and pulled me away from the others, putting his hands on my shoulders and studying me closely.
"Are you okay? Is something bothering you?" he asked. I blushed and looked down. He tilted my head back and made me look at him. "Kyle please. Did I...do something wrong?"
"No! It's nothing like that!" I shook my head quickly. "I just...I can't stop thinking about last night..." Kenny smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Yeah. I can't either. Look, I know that you're worried that now that we've done it things are going to change or be weird with us. But I won't let that happen. I love you and I loved last night. I couldn't be any happier right now."
"...Really?" I asked. He pulled me close and kissed me.
"Really." We continued to kiss for a while. Kenny pushed me against the wall and his hand went up my shirt. I gasped at the sudden touch of fingers on my skin and began to stroke his soft hair.
"AY! Get a room, fags! None of us want to see that!" Cartman yelled at us. I jumped and tried to pull away, but Kenny continued to kiss me, shooting Cartman the finger. "You guys are sick!"
"You're just jealous you don't have as cute a Jew as I do fatass," Kenny said as he broke off the kiss, wrapping his arm around my waist and smiling cockily.
"Whatever Kinny, there's no way I'd EVER be jealous of your poor ass!" I stormed over to Cartman and poked him sharply in his flabby chest, glaring at him.
"Hey, don't talk about Kenny like that! And his ass is MINE, fatboy, so shut up about it!" I could hear Kenny laughing behind me. He came over and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. Cartman's face contorted in disgust.
"That's my hot-headed boyfriend for ya," Kenny said. Craig watched us curiously, sliding an arm around Tweek's shoulders. The spazzy blonde jumped and muttered something about too much pressure. Token just rolled his eyes and Clyde looked about to burst into tears, but that was nothing new.
Soon the two of us ended up back at my house. We rarely went to Kenny's because he was embarrassed by his small house and constantly screaming parents. We were upstairs in my room, making out on my bed. But then Kenny pulled away. I stared at him.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He seemed distracted and a little sad. "Kenny...?" He got off of me and I sat up. He began pacing around my room. Once he'd gathered his thoughts he stopped and looked at me.
"Kyle do you ever remember me...dying?" he asked slowly. I stared at him blankly, trying to understand what he meant. "Like, remember the time we had the sledding competition with the girls? And Cartman went to juvie? Do you remember when I got crushed by those bricks? Or umm, there was that time we started Fingerbang and I got crushed by an elevator? Or..." He looked at me for some sign of confirmation, but I merely gaped at him.
"Kenny, what the hell are you talking about? You've never died! If you had you'd...well...be dead! Wh-why are you asking such crazy things?" I felt tears suddenly sting my eyes. But more so, I felt something tugging at the back of my mind. Something that was on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't quite remember. Kenny came back over and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around him. "I don't want to talk about you dying. I don't want you to die."
"I know. I'm sorry. Forget I mentioned it." Kenny kissed me and gently brushed away my tears with his thumb. I sniffed and cupped his face in my hands. I took note of every little detail, not wanting to forget anything.
"Don't leave me Kenny," I begged, kissing him. He kissed me back and got on top of me again. When we stopped he looked into my eyes for a long time.
"I won't," he finally said. He kissed me again and I held him tightly. I didn't ever want to let go.