Chapter 4:

A/N: Sorry to make you wait so long for this, I have been crazy busy. I had decided to update 'The Game' first because it had gone the lo9ngest without updates, this is next and my Kenman story to follow. I'll get back in the groove I promise!

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Rated M for adult situations and stuff.

"Stan." Wendy hummed as she pressed her cheek up against her boyfriend's bicep.

"Hm?" He was distracted, and almost felt guilty for snuggling with his own girlfriend.

"I love you." She sighed in response.

"Me too." It came out in an uncaring monotone.

She was getting feisty all night, she was trying to seduce him, he was very aware of it and it made him nauseous. If it was unavoidable Stan knew he would have to imagine Wendy was a man (maybe Kenny) to perform correctly and she would whine about him closing his eyes, then they would get into a fight as they pulled their clothes on. It was the same every time…

"I'm gonna take off." Stan said abruptly standing which joggled Wendy's head.

"But Staaaan." She batted her large mascara caked lashes at him, giving him puppy-dog eyes and trying to look coy.

"I don't feel good." He rubbed his stomach a little to help with the blatant lie.

Wendy's demanding temper replaced her coyness in a flash as she stood crossing her arms. "We both know you don't have a stomach ache, you'd already be throwing up." She glared at him.

"I have a headache." He stupidly threw in a another lie. She was too smart to buy it.

"You know we haven't had sex in over a month. I don't think I'm asking for a lot Stan, most guys would kill to have a girlfriend with my sex-drive!"

"Then go fuck one of them!" Stan growled before storming out of Wendy's room.

"The nerve!" She whispered to herself before throwing out the last words in the argument (she always won!) "Maybe I WILL!" She hollered down the stairs, "Maybe I'll call Kyle, at least he knows how to please his woman!" It was a low blow and Stan flinched before he slammed her front door.

"Bitch." He hissed into the cold night air. He quickly pulled out his phone in a rage and texted Wendy: I BREAK UP.

Kenny could decipher the sound of small ricks hitting his window easily, all of his lovers had been secret and they always came to his window late at night throwing rocks of all things. The window by his bed was broken anyways… He dropped the porn magazine he was looking at into his nightstand drawer before poking his head out the jagged window. The sight that greeted him was better than expected. Stan looked angry and distraught and he was glancing over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure no one was looking.

"Hey stud, what's up?" Kenny said calmly.

"Shhh." Stan hissed looking even more paranoid, "Can I come in?"

Kenny chuckled, "Yeah sure." He reached down to give Stan an extra hand climbing in the window. His friend hoisted himself through the hole in Kenny's window catching his jacket with a little riiiip.

"Damnit." Stan inspected the damage, he would have to ask for another jacket for Christmas…

"I have tons of tears in my jacket, no one notices." Kenny shrugged.

"Yes they do." Stan didn't think before he said it, a common problem with him. He glanced up to see the slightly hurt expression on Kenny's face and started rambling out an apology, "Sorry, I didn't mean…"

"It's fine." Kenny said nonchalantly, he was really good at hiding his emotions. "So, what's up?"

'I'm single now so I thought I'd come fuck the shit out of you…' It sounded too crude in Stan's head and it made him blush. "I broke up with Wendy." He muttered softly.

"Oh? She didn't claw your eyes out?" He laughed.

"She said she was going to get with Kyle because he knows how to please a woman or something…" Stan scoffed.

"Ouch." Kenny hissed. "What a hooker."

"Right?!"

"You didn't like her anyways, right?" Kenny laughed. Stan was uncomfortably silent in response. "Sorry, did you?" He frowned.

"Not really…I guess, I'm just used to her."

"You're not used to me?" Kenny grinned at Stan. Stan blushed at the implication; he meant he was used to dating Wendy, he wasn't dating Kenny. Stan's awkward silence was driving Kenny insane. "So… why did you come here?"

"I don't know." Stan's shifty eyes said he did know.

Kenny supposed he couldn't leave it up to the moral blushing Stan. "Did you wanna make out or fool around or something? My parents are passed out, they won't hear us." Kenny said this as if he was asking Stan 'Hey, do you wanna watch a movie?'.

"Um…" Stan's stomach turned at the thought of kissing Kenny again, he inched Kenny's trashcan closer to himself with his foot, just in case. "If you want to." He felt like he was sweating unusually hard for the cold temperature of Kenny's room so he removed his jacket.

Kenny smiled at his reply, "Of course I want to." He was hungrily eyeballing Stan's physique now that the shapeless jacket had been removed. Kenny was well aware initiation would need to come from him as Stan was currently fidgeting and looking at the ground. Where was liquid courage when it was needed? He got up on all fours on the bed and crawled over towards Stan like a predatory cat hunting prey. Stan finally glanced up when Kenny was mere inches from his face and smiled at Kenny's expression, both arousing and hilarious.

They both surged forward to press their lips against the other's, Stan had never quite had a kiss like Kenny's kiss before that fateful night a few days ago. He couldn't get Kenny's mouth in general out of his head, his kisses, his nibbles, his sultry words, and best of all his practiced mouth working on Stan's groin.

The boys collapsed into a pile on Kenny's worn mattress whose springs whined in protest at their combined weights. It started with some immature dry-humping but quickly escalated into hands reaching into articles of clothing and touching sensitive parts, panting breaths ruining the silence between passionate kisses, and the cold chill in the room caused by the broken window and a lack of heating was forgotten as the two worked themselves into a heated sweat.

Stan came quickly, he had been anticipating this for days and it was an overwhelming relief. Kenny was glad to see that when sober he was no knocked unconscious by his orgasm and bravely leaned down to engulf Kenny's arousal in his own mouth, returning the favor Kenny had offered to him a few nights prior albeit unpracticed. Kenny was kind of glad Stan was un-learned in the art of blow jobs, it would make it last longer and he could add this tantalizing image to his mind for pleasuring himself later. Kenny was pleasantly surprised as well when Stan latched on near the end and swallowed the salty liquid that was released in his mouth, although it made him cough a bit.

"Don't tell anyone." Stan mumbled as he collapsed sleepily next to Kenny. Stan was so paranoid, he'd told Kenny this too many times to count.

"You know I won't."

A/N: Something conflicting needs to happen soon or this is no good; Should Stan's mom catch them, or Wendy or Cartman? Haha :)