Max has been very helpful. He has taken me home every single shift I close. He said he doesn't feel right about me walking in the cold. He is flirting with me a lot more and I'm so close to giving in to my urges but I will get that taken care of tonight at this party. Not sure who it will be but whoever it is going to get drilled.
I walked into the front door and most of my classmates are already there. I spot Kyle right away with his green hat. I walk over to them.
"Sup dudes,"
"I was starting to wonder if you were going to make it," said Stan with a red cup in his hand.
"We had this customer come in at the last minute. I'm surprised that Mrs. Mathers said we could help her. I was pretty annoyed because that lady was being a total bitch."
"Maybe she just needed to get laid," said Cartman.
"I think you're right about that. The way she was acting I wouldn't touch her with a 10-foot pole. Drinks in the kitchen?"
"As always," replied Cartman. I head off in the direction of the kitchen. I look around seeing who I was in the mood for tonight. Lots of choices tonight. I get to the kitchen and I see Bebe, Wendy, and Heidi chatting.
"Hi ladies," I greet going straight for the tequila. I would get high tonight but since I work tomorrow I will just skip it and stick to getting drinking off my ass.
"Hey," said Heidi. "I haven't seen you around much. Where have you been?" I take a shot.
"Around," I say keeping it short.
"Um," said Heidi before giggling. "Are you backed up in any kind of way? You know I can help with that." Wendy frowned at Heidi obvious invitation for me to fuck her. Bebe just looks on as if Heidi asked how was the weather.
"Maybe," I smirk at her taking another shot.
"You know my number, just send a text," I say nothing else as I head back over to my friends. Stan is dancing and Kyle is trying to dance but failing. Cartman shakes his head as he watches the scene unfold.
"I swear that Jew can't dance for shit," Cartman states sneeringly. I start laughing because he is right.
"Let him have his moment or whatever," I say smiling and drinking more from my cup. Since it is straight liquor I'm only taking sips. Burns like hell but it gets the job done. I start to feel really good and know this is the time for me to make my move. Before I do that time to go to the bathroom first. I knock on the door and don't hear any strange sounds inside. I open the door and look around. No one in here. I use the bathroom and wash my hands.
Bebe's parents have a nice house. Nothing compared to Token's or Clyde's parents but nice. I wish I could live in a house like this. Karen could have her own room, we would have plenty of space, knowing we could have a nice full meal every night, a real bed with linens. I smile thinking about it. I reached for the knob but stopped when I heard a moan. The fuck?
I turn around and don't see anyone. I walk over to the tub and pull back the shower curtains. I see Butters laid inside of the tub. He looks more pale than usual.
"Butters! Are you okay?"
"Kenny," he says softly. "Hey when did you get here?"
"Butters, you're lying in a bath tub and don't look good. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just had a bit too much to drink. It's so loud downstairs I just wanted some peace and quiet for a little while." I know what he means. Sometimes I want to enjoy my buzz and not be bothered.
"Well," I say leaning down. "Let's get you up out of there. I don't want you giving anyone a heart attack when they find you in here." I wrap my arms around him while he loosely grabs on to me. He smells like that soap zest. Butters flinched when I touched his side. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, promise," he said with such a flushed face. I looked at him in his eyes and I knew he was lying. "Why you staring at me like that?"
"No reason," I said talking us towards the exit. We get into the hall and I look around for the guest room. I remember where it is from the few times Bebe snuck me in to stay here. It was only when my home got so unbearable. I got tired of bumming off of Stan and Kyle. Cartman house is unbearable to stay at. The meaning of having a guest does not matter to Cartman, it still has to be all about him. I finally locate the guest room leading Butters inside. I sit down on the bed with Butters. "I think you should lay down,"
"I don't want to. I think I want to go back to the party."
"You can barely stand," I point out.
"So," Butters pouted. I chuckled because he looked so cute. I looked closer and I could see the sadness behind his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"I said nothing is wrong. Why does something have to be wrong."
"You never drink, you're not smiling, and something in general is just….off." Butters looks away and starts staring around the room as if he is looking for a place to hide. I grab his hand. "Hey it's okay if you tell me. What am I really going to do? I'm poor Kenny Ken remember, white trash."
"I never viewed you as white trash," stated Butters looking at me. "Something is bothering me but it's not my secret to tell." Now that makes sense. Butters is really good at keeping a secret. This must be something major since he is visibly shaken. I rub his back to calm him, it seems to work. He lays his head on my shoulder so close to my neck I can feel his breath. I can feel myself getting hard although now is not the time for all of that.
"Thanks," I reply because I don't know what else to say to him.
"Your one of the few people who are consistently nice to me," said Butters. "Sometimes I wonder what did I do to ever deserve such harsh treatment." People get over on Butters all the time, more so when we were kids. All he had to do was stand his ground but he never did. I give him credit for not stammering as much as he did when we were little but he still lets people push him around.
"You go ahead and lay down, I'm going to head back to the party,"
"Please don't leave me," asked Butters in the cutest voice I ever heard. Shit, I don't want to leave him. He just made me sound greater than what I really am.
"Okay," I agree. I lay Butters down on top of the covers. He is looking up at me through hooded eyes. He looks so peaceful like this, unstressed, more relaxed. Butters reached up and grab my collar pulling me to his lips. I'm surprised by this action and continue to look at him with my eyes open. Butters continues to assault my lips without a care in the world. I pull back because this seems wrong. He doesn't even realize what he is doing. "Butters, just rest. I think I might grab some food for you. It may help."
"I don't want any food," he whines. "Your lips feel really good Kenny. Smooth and light like whipped cream." He starts to giggle. He sits up getting close to me. "You know Kenny, I figured out a while ago that I'm gay. If anyone could be my boyfriend I want it to be you. I believe you would treat me right." This is driving me crazy. He is just drunk and has to be rambling out of his mind. He can't be so far gone that he is holding on to why he is really drinking tonight.
I move to get up and Butters pulls me back for another kiss. This time he manages to slide his tongue into my mouth. The part of me that wants to hold back can't any longer. I kiss Butters more aggressively as I lay him down on the bed not once breaking the kiss.
"H-hahh…." he moans. Butters moan it sounds so glorious. His lips continue to massage against mine and my hands want to feel his skin. I run my left hand up his shirt and noticed he flitch again. His eyes shoot open and he tries to move my hand. I look down, is that a bruise? It's huge, covering half the left side of his body.
"What happened to you?" I ask him as he is pulling his shirt down.
"Nothing! It was an accident. Let's keep this going." Butters desperately grabs onto the front of my shirt.
"No, no way. Not until you tell me the truth," Butters start to get all shifty like he did when we were kids.
"Forget it," he said getting off the bed and moving faster than I anticipated for a drunk person.
"Hey, get back here!" I yell running towards the opened door. I ran down half way down the stairs and stopped so I could surf the crowd from above. I don't see Butters anywhere. Damnit.