Chapter 4- How Old Is Too Old To Have A Childhood Companion?
"I'd also like to point out that, for Manbearpig to be real, he would have to have had parents. And, as we all know, human DNA cannot splice with that of both a pig and a bear. Thank you."
Kyle stepped down from the podium, earning his team yet another point. Wendy briefly smiled at him, impressed with his idea to bring up unproven birth parents. Clearly Kyle had regained his focus, at least for the time being, on debating.
Kyle took a seat next to Wendy, unable to hide his smug grin. He TOO knew he had impressed Wendy. After all, that WAS the whole idea of joining the club.
"Those were some good points to bring up, Kyle," Wendy whispered in his ear, placing a hand on his thigh. She also knew the reason he joined that club...and she enjoyed toying with that reason very, very, VERY much.
"Thanks," he replied, mentally noting the placement of her hand. As the other side of the debate got up to speak, Kyle decided to show that teasing little vixen that he could play her little game too. He went over his next notes with one hand, while his other began brushing HER thigh underneath the table, drawing a surprised gasp out of Wendy.
"Which point should I go with next?" Kyle asked. He pushed the notes toward her a bit to see, giving him the excuse he needed to touch her in the same manner she was touching him.
"Oh, um..." Wendy shook her head to clear it. She didn't like the thoughts running through her own mind. This was DEBATE club, not SEX ED. She needed to FOCUS...on something other than Kyle's hand. That just laid there, gently moving its thumb back and forth. So softly. So..."I don't know, you decide!" she breathed.
Kyle gave her a weird look, removing his hand to pick up more notes.
With Kyle's hand gone, Wendy decided to take back hers as well. If she couldn't focus, he surely couldn't either. That was a bad thing, especially considering they were the smartest two people on their team.
"Santa, Jesus, and Scuzzlebutt have all been proven real," the other side concluded. "ALL have been found living in this town. With all of that proven true, who's to say Manbearpig doesn't live here as well? Is it really that unlikely?"
Kyle rolled his eyes. A lot of things were proven true in his town. Manbearpig was NOT. They had been looking for him for...close to ten years now.
"Who's to say he doesn't have a cabin in the woods somewhere?" the team captain continued. "Or he has a magical box that he presses when he wants to escape? It's possible!"
Sadly, the kid had a point. Everything he was saying made sense to the citizens of South Park. Kyle leaned over to Wendy once more. "This kid is just making shit up now. We've got 'em right where we want him," he assured her, revealing his most killer smile.
Wendy smiled without looking at Kyle, but rather throwing the speaker off by appearing very interested in what he had to say.
"And another thing...Uh..." The speaker stammered momentarily, noticing a member of the opposing side smiling at him. He feared some consequences were coming. Not only did he notice Wendy's smile, but Kyle did too. He especially noticed how it was directed at that guy, and not at himself. He wondered if this was a ploy to make him jealous on Wendy's part, a head game to win the debate for their side, or possibly both. Maybe this kid would fall under Wendy's enchanting spell like Kyle had seemingly done, and Stan had done before him? Kyle still wondered how that girl did it.
He didn't have time to think long however, as he was called back up to the podium to make his next point.
"Many things in this town have been proven, but many also haven't," he pointed out. "The yeti, the Easter bunny, and cupid for instance." He made sure to glance back over at Wendy while mentioning the God of love. He continued. "Saying something COULD exist is no reason to automatically believe it does."
He glanced briefly at his notes, and once more at his love interest. She sent him a reassuring smile that warmed him from head to toe. "Furthermore, Manbearpig -has- never been seen. How can something that's only been alive through word of mouth even be suggested to be real? There is no real evidence to prove his existence, there is no one brave enough to search it out. People are content with spreading stories about it, much like a tall tale." He shifted positions on the podium. "Just the other day I heard a woman telling a man at the grocery store how her son had woken up with Manbearpig marks on his skin, and the man went into this whole story about how Manbearpig feasts on his prey late at night." Kyle looked to the other team and narrowed his eyes. "It's ALL a tall tale. A fable!"
Kyle left the podium again. The new points were attributed to the teams, and they were still a bit too close for Kyle and Wendy's liking. The other side got up again, and basically said that Manbearpig couldn't factually be DISPROVEN by their opponents. Of course that also meant that he couldn't be PROVEN by their side either, but of course they weren't going to focus on that half of the logic. Their team was running out of facts, and was now reduced to complete and total rhetoric. Sure enough though, some stupid mountain folks were still buying into it.
Growing bored of listening to the other side BS, Wendy's thoughts once again turned to Kyle. She thought about the other day in her room. She thought about how he had succeeded at impressing her. Even at making her want him a little. And yet, she still hadn't given Kyle everything he wanted. They both knew that, yet Kyle was still around. He was still in the debate club. He was even still talking to her after she stopped him short that night. A lesser man might have given up right then and there. She wondered if he was just that persistent, or if, perhaps, his feelings for her were growing a bit more genuine.
"No," she thought to herself. "This is Kyle. You know his reputation with women." She shook her head once again to clear it of thought.
As if he heard his name, Kyle turned to her at that exact moment and reached for her hand. She happily accepted his, and she felt it squeeze hers tightly. It was as though they were in this together--they had been, and that's the way it would always be. She shuddered at this thought. Kyle wasn't in this for long. Probably another week, he'd dip out, having grown tired of the chase.
That was why Wendy made up her mind, right then and there, to NEVER give into Kyle. If he wanted to be with her, and his intentions were truly honorable, then he would be able to withstand her ability to tease him until he was driven insane. She knew precisely how to do JUST that. She squeezed his hand back and prayed for the lame debate to finish up.
As luck would have it, the lame debate DID finish up shortly thereafter. This was probably Kyle's reason-or at least one of his many reasons-for holding Wendy's hand. They WERE in the debate together. They'd worked harder than the rest of their team on the subject, and the victory or defeat was about to be handed to them after all of their hard work.
After tallying the points, the official of the debate made the announcement. "The South Park team wins."
Applause followed, and more smiles formed on Kyle and Wendy's respective lips. "We should celebrate," Kyle whispered to her.
Wendy forced her hand out to Kyle for a handshake out of pure habit. "Congratulations," she said, almost routinely, completely ignoring his suggestion. He looked at her, perplexed by this gesture, and forced her into a hug. Wendy was surprisingly caught off-guard, but settled into the embrace and whispered back, "your place or mine?"
Kyle's eyes lit up. Perhaps Wendy didn't mean what she said, but nonetheless, he felt excitement deep within his stomach, and other regions as well. Wendy pulled back with a look of horror on her face. She clearly didn't mean it that way, and Kyle couldn't help but bust out laughing at her expression.
She returned the laughter, a bit more nervously than Kyle.
"Mine," he offered. He had already been to her house. Now it was her turn to see the inside of his bedroom...Hopefully.
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Wendy stepped out of the passenger side door of Kyle's car. She felt a chill overcome her, and she crossed her arms in front of her. "I've never been in your room before, Kyle," Wendy informed him as he turned the key to his house. She automatically knew he would want to take her there.
"Then this'll be the first time," Kyle replied, just as expected.
She sighed. "I suppose there's a first time for everything." she reasoned, well aware of the double-meaning in her words. She suspected Kyle was just as aware of her wordplay, and he was probably eager to see if she meant her words literally or not.
"You wanna drink or something?" Kyle politely offered as they entered his house and removed their shoes. Wendy took a seat on the living room couch.
"Water will be fine," Wendy answered, wanting her request to be for something pure, like her. She couldn't give Kyle the wrong idea. She couldn't, she couldn't, she couldn't...
"Sorry, we're fresh out," Kyle said, snickering. After receiving a puzzled look from Wendy, he tossed her a water bottle from the fridge.
"Thanks," she said.
Kyle opted to join her on the couch. The fact that she chose to sit there immediately upon entering the house suggested that she wasn't yet ready for the trek up to his room. He hoped he could ease her into it and change her mind.
"So this is my living room," Kyle said, unsure of how to actually GET her upstairs, short of saying "come upstairs." Wendy was a fine and delicate creature, one that he needed to seriously contemplate how to win over. "Nothing special."
"No, its nice," Wendy decided, looking around while keeping firm hold of her water.
"If you want to, you can stay for dinner," he said casually, hoping she would accept. This would give him plenty of time to get her upstairs, even after his parents got home. Though, preferably, he'd like to get her onto his bed before that.
"Oh...well, only if it's alright with your family. I wouldn't want to impose," Wendy accepted.
"Pssh, whatever. My mom LOVES company. Girl company makes her squeal and act like a girl herself," Kyle replied.
"Your mom IS a girl."
"You know what I mean." He dared to scoot a bit closer to her on the couch.
"I suppose," she replied, sipping her water.
Wendy spied a portrait of Kyle's family above the TV. She squinted hard, and saw that Kyle must have been only ten or eleven at the time...his awkward stage. His hair was stringy and poofy, and his teeth were covered in metal. "Nice picture," she said casually.
"I hate it," he replied. "You're lucky. You come from a small family. You never had to do the portrait thing."
Wendy raised her eyebrows at this comment. "Have you SEEN our living room? My mom insisted we have one for just me, her, and dad EVERY single year. Her way to document my embarrassment."
"I'm sure you looked beautiful through it all." He sighed, not wanting to talk about his less-than-adequate stage of life.
She smiled at his comment. She sensed it was partially a pickup line, but Kyle DID have a bit of a real reason to be embarrassed at that particular photo.
"We all go through phases," she reminded him. "And all of our parents have at least one embarrassing picture of us on hand to prove it."
"Try an entire photo album. Marked 'Buhbie's Passage Into Manhood'."
Wendy's eyes lit up. "I simply HAVE to see that album!" she squealed sarcastically, making Kyle think she was one of THOSE girls...the ones who enjoyed embarrassing the hell out of her boyfriend.
"Yes!" Kyle thought to himself. He'd found his necessary segue. "It's probably upstairs in our attic or something."
"Um...well actually, Kyle, I was just kiddin-"
"NONSENSE!" Kyle assured her. "Let's try to find it. Upstairs."
Wendy eyed him suspiciously. "Why don't you bring it down to me once you find it?"
"And leave you sitting here all alone and bored? What kind of host would I be then?"
"One who's tending to the guest's wants and needs." Uh oh, Wendy thought. That didn't come out right either.
Kyle shrugged. "It'll give you a chance to see the rest of the house," he argued. "...I could even show you -my- study area." he tempted.
"Which is in your bedroom, right?" Wendy guessed. She was no fool.
"Well, yeah."
Wendy shrugged. "Why not," she replied, much to Kyle's delight. It had been easier than he thought!
Kyle took her hand and led her upstairs, trying not to be too quick about his movements. He took her on the obligatory tour of the rest of the upstairs area, saving his room for last so he wouldn't appear too eager. He really did have a study area set up in there, as it turned out.
"And last, but not least," he announced with great pride, "my...STUDY area!" He swung the door open and stepped aside for Wendy to pass. She took one step into the room and looked around. Kyle's room was very much the typical boy room. Sparse with only necessities, and posters covering the otherwise white walls. In the corner was his desk, complete with a computer and some file trays. The file trays were labeled, according to the class and period he was in. Wendy turned to him. "You organize your homework? And I thought I was a nerd..."
Kyle shrugged. "It's better than reaching for random papers."
Wendy cautiously entered the room further, daring not to have another seat on his bed. She had to admit, he was certainly organized. Still, he didn't bring her in here to see a study area. They both knew that.
"So..." Kyle smiled as he closed the bedroom door behind them, walking closer to Wendy.
Wendy turned to face him. He inched closer and closer until he reached out to her sides and pulled her in. "So..." she repeated. She wouldn't make the first move. Wendy Testaburger would never make the first move on Kyle Broflovski.
Even though she technically already did, the night before in her own bedroom.
Kyle leaned inward, placing a small kiss on her cheek. He still believed in easing her into the idea slowly. His lips traveled down that same cheek until he reached her lips, sharing only his second lip lock with the girl. His hands gently rubbed at her sides.
Wendy sighed, becoming lost in the loving pecks. Her lips reluctantly pressed back to his, as her hands snaked around his neck.
Kyle repositioned his arms so that they were wrapped around Wendy's entire torso. He deepened their kiss and he felt her hands push him in closer. Without a thought in his head, he automatically picked his feet up to guide her in the direction of his bed.
Wendy groaned through their locked lips. It was a mixture of pleasure and frustration at his continued ability to try and get her in the sack. She was perfectly fine kissing for a bit longer, but obviously it was Kyle's instinct to treat her like he had other girls once they got going physically. She initially resisted his push toward the bed, but upon fighting back she discovered it only caused their crotches to rub together and their legs to become entwined as they each pushed for supremacy toward or away from the mattress. Wendy finally gave in and allowed herself to be moved back, at least for now. No sense working yourselves up even more for something that she knew wouldn't be happening in the end.
They fell back on the bed, almost aggressively, and with a bounce. Wendy, feeling a spring under her that didn't set well, arched her back to get comfortable. This caused Kyle to practically double over in extreme arousal. He pressed his entire body into Wendy's, unable to fight his carnal instinct. He opened his mouth and jammed his tongue into hers. If he wasn't so eager, Wendy thought, he'd be one hell of a kisser. But his force HAD to stop, and so Wendy pushed him up with one hand on his chest. She collected herself and sat up on the bed, staring at the drooling boy.
"I don't think the album's in here," she teased with a smirk.
"...Album?" Kyle blinked, trying to remember what the hell she was talking about. "...Oh!" he finally said as a bit of blood returned to his brain. "Heh. Yeah well, we'll find it later huh?"
Wendy didn't have time to answer as Kyle lunged toward her once again, this time unsuccessfully. She turned her head just in time so that his lips touched her hair, and then he pulled back. Her eyes caught glimpse of something hidden beneath his pillow. It looked like a stretched out cotton ball. She pushed Kyle off of her body to retrieve the object, yanked at the end, and pulled it out of its resting place. "What's this?" she inquired at the pathetic cloth that had more holes than fabric.
Kyle sighed, not wanting to get off of the current subject their bodies were on. "It's Blankie" he explained.
"...Blankie?" she repeated, holding in a laugh.
"...I-I mean it's my blanket. Can we just-"
"It looks so old." she observed, fully distracting him from his current mission. "You kept your blanket from childhood? Aww!"
Kyle sighed. "God dammit."
Wendy smiled. "So...Blankie...is it's name?"
Kyle could feel his cheeks redden. In one swift move, he stole Blankie from Wendy's hands and stuffed it back under the pillow. "Just leave him be," he muttered.
Wendy laughed and went for Blankie again. "Now, Kyle, that's no way to treat your childhood companion!"
Kyle's hand slapped against his forehead. "This really isn't the time for this."
"We're on your bed. It's the perfect time." she argued. "So, Blankie is a boy?"
"...Yes..." He rolled over on his side, already losing his erection.
"Do you LIKE sleeping with boys?" Wendy giggled.
"WHAT?!" Kyle screamed. "How the hell do you even thin-"
"Because Blankie is a boy," Wendy reasoned. She smiled and waved Blankie around. "Kyle, is there something you're not telling me?"
"Wendy."
"Kyle."
Kyle sighed. "He can't be a girl."
"Why not?"
"Because he used to be blue."
"He's old, isn't he?"
"Yeah."
She laughed again. "Why do you still have him?"
"It's just sentimental value! Come on, didn't you have something like this growing up?"
"Yeah. I threw it away when I grew up," she counterattacked. She glanced down at the shredded fabric between her fingers.
"Blankie means more than just a stupid childhood blanket!" Kyle huffed.
"Oh," Wendy said through stifled laughter. She couldn't admit it to him, but Kyle's protective stance over his Blankie was just about the cutest thing she'd ever seen. She decided to quit torturing him. She shrugged and tossed Blankie on the floor.
"Dude, don't do that!" Kyle squealed, scrambling to pick up Blankie off the floor.
"Oh, sorry." she said as sincerely apologetic as she could manage. "...Is he a member of the family?"
"No! Dude, Wendy I'm not psycho. He doesn't...He doesn't eat dinner with us or anything. He just hangs out here. I was gonna give him to my stupid brother a few years ago but...I just couldn't."
Wendy observed Kyle and the way he neatly placed his Blankie underneath the pillow, smoothed the pillow, and then sat up and folded his hands. He looked embarrassed beyond repair. Wendy stuck out her bottom lip and sucked in her pride. She leaned over and placed her hands on each of Kyle's cheeks, bringing his face to hers once more.
He felt a brief sense of relief as she kissed him again, his embarrassment fading as he kissed back. This time it was Wendy's turn to insert her tongue into his mouth, teaching him first hand how it was supposed to be done. He moaned and she pulled away again, smiling at him.
"So…about this photo album…" she began.
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Later that afternoon, Stan and Kenny awoke in their tent. Birds were chirping and the sun was shining. Their homoerotic fire from the night before was out. Stan awoke first, yawning.
"Whoa, dude!' he exclaimed as he looked over Kenny. Kenny was stretched out across more than half of the tent, and apparently, he had gotten hot in the middle of the night, because all he was wearing was his boxers, and they formed a nice little peak directly in the center. His clothes were strewn everywhere, even near Stan's feet.
The blonde groaned and brushed a strand of hair out of his sleepy morning eyes. "Morning," he greeted. "What's up?"
Stan looked down into his sleeping bag, then back up at Kenny. "Nothing," he said flatly.
Kenny stretched rather loudly--and violently--as he tossed and turned to awaken himself. "Sleep well?"
"Fine," Stan replied mechanically. Truth was, Stan hadn't slept well at all. Not after the incredible temptation of Kenny in the lake, at the fire, and afterwards when Kenny decided it was fun to break out his singing voice and, more or less, serenade Stan in the mountains. At least, that's how he saw it.
"Me too," Kenny announced, which was true. Not only did he mind hanging out in his boxers, but he even gave himself a good morning scratch, drawing attention to his privates. After being nude with Stan the night before, being seen around the boy in his underwear seemed tame in comparison. "You want some breakfast?" Kenny asked.
"Sure" Stan agreed. "What do we have?"
"Well we ain't got much," Kenny announced, already making his way out of the tent and over to the grocery bags. "Think I forgot about breakfast food."
"Uh...well what DO we have?"
"Mallows. Chips." Kenny rummaged even further. "Heeey, I got jerky! Want some good beef JERKy?"
Stan shut his eyes, groaning at the thought. "No thanks...I-I'll just have chips I guess." He wasn't about to touch marshmallows again, and the beef jerky spoke for itself.
"Suit yourself." Kenny broke open the package of jerky and pulled one out, biting down. Half of it hung out of his mouth as he stood up. "I gotta take a piss."
"Okay...well have fun with that," Stan responded.
Kenny shrugged and walked off, munching the food with one hand while the other reached into his boxers to find his member and whip it out.
Stan sighed and got out of his sleeping bag, taking the opportunity to grab some food without Kenny around to see the bulge the boy gave Stan in his pants. He tore open a bag of plain chips.
He soon found how cold the air felt on his bare forearms, and he wondered how Kenny, as skinny as he was, could walk around with such ease in nothing but a thin sheath covering his genitals. Stan grabbed a sweatshirt from out of his tent and pulled it on. This also masked the reaction Kenny had given him. He scratched his head. What was he doing out here? He was going insane with...something...for Kenny.
"...Hey Stan?" Kenny called from a few feet away in a bush.
"Yeah?" he called back.
"Um, we have a problem."
Kenny's voice rang with alarm. It worried Stan. "W-what?" He dropped his chips and started heading over towards Kenny.
"Don't come over!" Kenny called.
"Why not?" Stan asked, which of course only made him want to come even closer.
A minute later, Stan realized exactly why Kenny's voice was filled with worry. There, on the ground, was a large, black, slithering snake of some kind.
"Aaaaah!" Stan screamed in terror. He began running around frantically like a madman. "DUUUUUDE!" he kept yelping, running nowhere in particular.
The sight was amusing to Kenny, who knew very well just how scared of snakes Stan was. He wasn't the slightest bit on edge. "Stan, calm down!"
"KENNY! LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
"Stan!"
"AAHHH!"
"Stan?"
"WE HAVE TO GO! WE HAVE TO LEAVE!"
"STAN!" Kenny exclaimed. "It's okay! This one isn't poison."
"HOLY SHIT DUDE!" Stan shrieked.
Kenny jogged over to his friend to place a calming hand on both of his shoulders. "STAN! Calm down!"
He just continued to scream as the snake slithered toward him. Despite his urge for some food, Stan ran back to the safety of the tent.
Kenny couldn't help but giggle as he arranged himself in his boxers and tromped past the snake and back to where Stan was huddled in a tight mass, attempting to pack up all of his belongings at the same time. "I think you scared it away, dude," he told the panicked boy.
"This isn't funny!" Stan snapped while shoving some items of clothing into his bag. "We have to get outta here!"
"Stan, it's fine. The snake's safe, the area's safe, and we're leaving today anyway."
"No shit. We're leaving now!" Stan informed the smirking blonde as he stood up and sprinted to the truck. He sat in the passenger seat for a few minutes, assuming that Kenny would soon follow. Eventually, he didn't see any trace of Kenny, and looked back in the direction of the tent. "What are you doing? I said we're leaving NOW!" he cried.
Kenny nodded. "I heard you."
"...So come on!"
"No."
Stan impatiently shook his leg in the truck, periodically turning around to find Kenny casually sitting by the snacks and digging in to the beef jerky. Stan closed his eyes and felt his heart racing faster than when he once accidentally touched Kyle's penis underwater. He was DEATHLY afraid of snakes--why couldn't Kenny see that? What the fuck was Kenny doing? He got more and more irritated the more he sat around.
"Here!' Kenny called as he hurled some beef jerky through the opened car window, Ken still standing around in his boxers. He was sure this would take Stan's mind off of things eventually
Unfortunately, the dried meat smacked Stan directly in the middle of his forehead and bounced off to land in his lap. He glared at Kenny, who had covered his mouth to mask his laughter. "Fuck you," Stan muttered as he tossed the jerky out the window and onto the dirt.
"You owe me a piece of jerky, Stan," Kenny noted, pointing his piece down to the thrown away piece.
"Fuck the jerky!" Stan responded. "Let's go!"
"Stan, the snake's gone. Come on dude. I wouldn't keep you here if it was unsafe, would I?"
"I'm beginning to wonder..." Stan whispered as he reluctantly--VERY reluctantly--unlocked the car door. Another few minutes and he opened the door, darting his eyes on the ground for any slithering offender. He stepped onto the dirt just beside the jerky. "Kay, I'm out. Now can we go?"
Kenny shook his head once again. "Sit, have some breakfast. Relax." He placed his hands on Stan's shoulders, pulling him back toward their camping area.
Stan sighed, admittedly enjoying the blonde's touch. "All right," he carefully agreed in a bit of a trance thanks to that damn, half-naked boy.
Kenny plopped down right beside the log that they sat naked on the night before, crossing his legs Indian-style. A little gap peaked on his boxers, and before he even had time to notice there was a draft, he caught Stan's dreamy gaze zoomed right in on his bulge. He counted the number of seconds it took before Stan pried his eyes away to acknowledge Kenny's presence. Eight seconds.
"Thinkin' about that snake again, are ya?" Kenny asked, unable to hide his grin.
"Huh? No, I'm fine." Stan feigned innocently. "...Why? Is he back!"
"No." Kenny smirked, not even bothering to tuck himself back into his shorts. His erection would've been uncomfortable in there anyway.
Kenny fidgeted with his beef jerky. Normally, he would do the casual flirting technique and just make Stan fall into his hands like putty. But it wasn't working, and he wasn't sure why. He figured he'd have to push the boy in the direction HE knew Stan wanted to go. It would start with showing himself off every chance he could get. He stood up in front of Stan's face, and pretended to look around. "Guess we can start taking down the tent now," he decided.
Stan gulped. "Kay..." he squeaked out.
Kenny nodded and headed back to the tent, making sure to bend over as he unfastened the poles. "I had fun."
"Me too." Stan agreed. In fact, he was still having fun staring at Kenny. And not helping to take the tent down at all so far.
Kenny pushed the poles out of the ground and began unlinking them. "Wow, this is a long rod," he announced, singling one out and handing it over to Stan. "Looks sturdy too. Could build a nice tent, don't you think, Stan?" Kenny turned his face and continued taking down the tent as Stan observed the aforementioned rod placed neatly in his hand.
"I...I'm pretty sure you need all of them to make a tent, Ken," he replied.
"You could help, you know." Kenny reminded him. "I know that you know how to...pitch a tent."
Stan groaned quietly. Kenny was damn right on that one. Both literally and metaphorically. He did help take the tent down, if only because working with that material could hide the bulge forming inside of his own pants.
"Am I just dropping you off when we get back to town, or do you wanna hang out for a while?" Kenny asked, hopeful. He looked to Stan who bore his eyes into the fabric of the tent. He was way too uncomfortable to be having any kind of conversation. And he was tired of feeling that way. The way Kenny was looking at him, the whole scene at Jmart the night before...Stan was quite sure of what he wanted. He just couldn't formulate it into words. He couldn't understand why he felt that way either. Well, he could. It was because Stan was a nervous teenage boy. All the same, it's not like he had to worry about rejection from Kenny. Or, at least, it seemed unlikely.
"Stan?" Kenny asked again, wanting him to answer the question.
Stan took a deep breath and decided to just let it all out. Sort of. He couldn't stand feeling so awkward around his friend. His cute, hot, loving friend...Oh god...
Stan sighed. "Yeah Ken, we can hang out after...I'd like that a lot...In fact, I guess you could say that uh..." He made sure to emphasize the next words. "...That I want to be with you...You know?"
Kenny dropped all of the poles he had gathered up onto the ground. He turned to face Stan, who was looking up at him through clear blue eyes. They were screaming "take me, take me!" Kenny cleared his throat and attempted to play suave. "Oh...uh...well...we...um..." he sputtered, worse than Stan before.
"...What?" Stan replied with concern. Fuck! Had he come on too strongly? He felt like he'd barely come on at all, but Kenny was obviously taking the hint. Maybe he really didn't want Stan after all?
Kenny's throat had gone dry. All of his teasing, his fooling around...it was fun because it got a most-anticipated reaction out of Stan. He wasn't honestly expecting Stan to just come right out and say anything! Where was the fun in that? Now that he knew for sure what they both wanted, he couldn't figure out what to do next. And, for the first time in his life, he was at loss for words.
"...Well, we don't have to hang out I guess." Stan backed off a bit.
"No! I-I mean it's just...It…Um...No, tha-that's fine dude. I asked didn't I?"
"Well, yeah, you did."
"Okay, so...we'll do it then," Kenny said, this time with no actual hidden meaning.
"'Kay," Stan replied.
With that, they just continued to remove the tent in mostly all silence. At least Stan's mind had gotten off of the snake, and gotten onto...Well, the snake. Kenny tucked his member back inside his sorts casually as their boners faded from nervousness and new thoughts about leaving the campsite.