Warning: Gay Boys, Sexual Situations, heterosexuals, brick jokes, and voyeuristic cats.
31: Flowers- Bunny, K2
"Whatdyah think?" Kenny asked presenting a homemade bouquet of flowers before Butters.
"Aw Ken! They're beautiful!"
"Yeah. You wouldn't believe how many garden's I had to raid to find 'em all." He paused, "So do you think he'll like it?"
"W-wha?"
"Kyle. It's his Valentine's Day present."
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32: Night- StanxWendy
The night of a relationships sometimes unbearable. Sometimes it's a simple good-night and a good-bye. Sometimes it dwindles, feeding on stolen romance and measured minutes.
Stan and Wendy's night dwindles slowly.
But dawn breaks again. And the day is sweet and warm till night falls. But the sun rises again and the night falls and the cycle continues. Endlessly, uselessly almost. Till night falls one last time.
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33: Expectations- Cryde
"So wait." Craig paused, "So it's like normal sex?"
"Yes!" Clyde yelled. God Almighty how hard could this possibly be! But the key in the lock! The plug in the socket!
"Oh. I thought it would be different."
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34: Stars- Creek
One warm summer evening, Craig picked up Tweek in his old beat up pick up truck. Tonight Craig broke his normal ten miles over the speed limit rule. He was trying to make tonight special for Tweek, the blonde knew.
Craig pulled up to Dead Fish Lake, and put the car into idle. He seemed intent on letting Tweek make the first move.
With one hand he turned on the cd player. AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" was playing. Tweek knew this was Craig's idea of romantic. But Tweek was thankful. Last time it'd been "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap".
"Stars around out." Craig noted dully.
"Yeah." It was clouded, like it was going to rain soon.
Craig drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "No, good, huh?"
"No, it's n-not that."
There was an awkward silence, "Should be stars." Craig muttered.
Tweek grasped Craig's hand, interlocking their fingers, "We'll make d-do."
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35: Hold my Hand- Creek
It hurt more than Tweek expected, despite how gentle Craig tried to e. He was panting now. Sweat pooling in the small of his back.
"It's ok, Tweeky." Craig breathed. In the semi-dark Craig's hand found Tweek's giving it a reassuring squeeze. Tweek gave a small squeeze back. "I love you."
It was startling. Something Craig had never said before. Not even to most of his family. Craig didn't seem startled thought. As if he'd thought about it for a long, long time.
"I love you too, Craig."
Later that night, Craig pulled a quilt out from some indeterminable hammer space. They wrapped it around themselves and settled comfortable into one another, watching the fireflies twinkle like stars.
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36: Precious Treasure- GregXMole
It wasn't that Gregory liked glittering things. He was just driven by a desire to obtain them. That's what kept Gregory and Christophe together. Those glittering things.
Because Christophe was uncouth and Gregory was a gentleman. Christophe drank black coffee, and Gregory sipped tea. Gregory had a 4.0 at Yardale, and Christophe had sometimes watched the Discovery Channel when he was small. They had absolutely nothing in common, except those glittering things.
The rock was heavy in Gregory's fingers. The two were cornered. Security with guns, with guard dogs. Gregory saw Christophe's brow twitch. He had always hated dogs. Escape would be easy though, Christophe's tunnel was right behind them.
The guards sensed this and fired at Gregory, the one with the stolen treasure. Gregory felt his heart stop. He was prepared for injury, had never prepared to die. But pain, death didn't come.
Christophe stepped in front of Gregory, catching the bullet in his arm and shoulder.
The blonde bristled before dropping his diamond and pulling his wounded partner away.
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37: Eyes: GregoryXChristophe
"I, can't do eet."
Christophe rolled off of Gregory.
"Why not!" Gregory yelled. Gregory's philosophy was 'Waste not, want not.' As in never waste a hard cock.
"Eet's watcheeing us." Christophe whined, pointing to the cat which had perched itself on Gregory's dresser.
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38: Abandoned- GregXMole
"Christophe, we can't just dump it on the side of the road!"
"And why not."
"Because it's illegal."
"As eef 'alf the zings we do are legal."
"But it's just an innocent little kitten!"
"Eet watched us fuck, eet ees not innocent anymore-"
"Where's your heart, Christophe?"
"My Mozer stabbed ett out wiz ze coat hang-er when I was een ze womb!"
"Christophe, that never happened!"
"Non! It's going!"
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39: Dreams- ButtMAAAAN
Some people want to use you. Some people want to abuse you.
Butters was pretty sure Cartman was only looking for something. He didn't know what But he was looking for something.
Everybody was lookin' to use you, to abuse you. Cartman wanted to abuse him. Because he was that kinda guy.
And some people want to be abused.
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40: Rated- Cryde
"Ok. Ready to do this."
"Really." Clyde had been cock-blocked enough.
"Totally." Craig seemed confident. And why shouldn't he be? He'd gotten his sex-ucation from the best. Well, best other than Kenny and Bebe.
"Really, cuz I--"
Craig pushed Clyde onto his back, his finger jamming rudely into Clyde.
"Oh god!" Clyde sucked in.
"Told yah, I got it." Craig replied reached for the lube. At least he remembered that.
"Gentle! Gentle!" Clyde screamed as Craig pulled almost all the way out and shoved his hips forward.
Craig stopped, "Sorry."
"Hey." Clyde pulled Craig closer, "Who told you to stop?" The dark-haired man grinning and shoved in again.
