Alone but Not Alone

Kenny's P.O.V

He was high again. I sighed watching as Kyle swayed his hips to the music playing through my stereo. Perhaps it was a bad idea to introduce him to xanax—it made him act odd. But it wasn't exactly a bad odd. It just loosened him up and made him easier to get along with.

I watched his nice round behind as he kept up his soft sway. God, if only this kid knew just what a hot ass he had. I shook the thought out of my head and pushed myself further against my wall. There was no way Kyle would ever bend that way for someone like me. Nah, he was more of someone who would save it for marriage. I chuckled at the absurdity of the thought of actually saving my virginity for someone.

"Hey Kenny," rolledthe red head turned to me almost stumbling over his own feet. He sauntered over to me and straddled my lap. Yep, I was most definitely a wonderfully horrible influence on him. "Have you ever kissed another boy?" Before I could stop myself, I snorted in response.

"Babe," I whispered against his ear softly. "I've done far more than just kiss." The heat raced up Kyle's neck and to the tip of his ears. He squirmed causing his hips to buck and rub against me ever so slightly. He shuddered closing his eyes as I gripped his hips roughly.

"W-would you show me?" He rolled his head back exposing his neck to me.

I was awoken by my damned alarm clock. I groaned as I stared down at my dick—hard as a rock. Go figure. It was becoming harder and harder to keep the red head out of my dreams lately. Just when I thought it was some hot chick, her body morphed and there he was riding me like a porn star. God, just thinking about it got me even harder. I groaned and wrapped my hand around myself and began to tug and pull softly until I released.

School was awkward as all hell. I couldn't even look Kyle in the eyes without seeing his face contort in pleasure. How in the hell could I explain that to him? However, I did notice the awkward tension between him and Stan. Something big had happened there.

"Hey guys," I grinned leaning into my hands and winked at Kyle. "Want to go to Stark's Pond after school?" Stan's nose scrunched as Wendy's grip on his hand tightened. That would be a no, but that's just what I was hoping for. Kyle nodded staring angrily at his food. He had noticed the change too. Well that's fine with me. Maybe I could get Kyle high enough to fool around with me.

"Sure," He mumbled and leaned his head against me. Stan noticed and glared lightly at me.

"Hey, Kenny, can I talk to you outside?" Stan stood up from his position across the table from me and lead us out into the crowded hallway. "Dude," He frowned and leaned against the wall. "What the hell?"

"What?" I grinned feigning innocence as I rocked on my heels. "You have to be more clear Stan if you want me to understand." I was almost purring with joy—dear god I love playing mind games with him.

"You know what!" He hissed leaning in closer. "What the hell is up with Kyle? Since when does he just agree to get wasted?" Even if I hadn't said that was the plan, everyone pretty much understood it to be. That was really the only reason we ever went to the pond now a days. "Kenny, I don't want you messing around with him! He's going through shit right now, and he doesn't need you making it worst!" Well how the hell would he know? As far as I can remember from the coffee shop, Kyle hadn't been able to talk to him in almost three weeks. From what I understood, Stan was obviously picking Wendy over Kyle, so what right did he have to butt in? Now I was getting pissed.

"You know what, Stan?" I leaned in deciding to try and come off as passive aggressive instead. At least this way, he wouldn't be able to hit me right off the back. He would have to actually dwell on what I said next before he could decide on doing anything about it. "I don't think you have the right to butt in, after all, you've been so obsessed with Wendy you can't even tell your 'super best friend' is withering away because of what's going on at his house. And let me guess," I leaned back crossing my arms and glaring at Stan, completely disappointed in him. "You don't even know that Ike's real parents want him back." Stan's face lost all color then. It seemed to click with him, just then, how desperately Kyle truly needed him. I shook my head and stormed back into the lunch room taking my seat between Kyle and Cartman. "Move fatass," I hissed shoving his knee away from me.

"Ay, I'm not fat!" He sneered and leaned on the table to get a good glance at Kyle. "What's up the Jew's ass?" He jabbed his thumb towards the red head.

I waited for Kyle after classes ended and grabbed his hand in a soft embrace. He squeezed my hand tightly and lead us towards the pond. Just staring at the back of his head, his red hair blowing in the breeze, was getting my imagination going. He looked utterly delicious. I could spend the whole day just sucking on his ears, and neck, listening to the soft mewls and moans that would escape his mouth. My free hand fidgeted, feeling the small red pill hidden away in my pocket. I would only use it if I felt like he really needed to loosen up, but there were no promises about that. I had bought it off Craig the other day. He was notorious for slipping them into unsuspecting girls drinks. He never really used it against their will; just saved it to help them loosen up.

Kyle found a good spot under some trees that would hide the liquor bottles hidden under my jacket, as well as keep us hidden from the public's eyes. He leaned against my shoulder again and I draped my arms around him and leaned in to kiss his neck. It was soft, and smooth. Dear good. He rolled his head to the side and welcomed me. Holy shit, I smirked against his skin and lightly grazed my teeth.

"K-kenny," He whined turning to me anxiously. His eyes were half lidded, and I could tell he had taken something before leaving school. My hands found the back of his hair as I shoved my lips against his. My tongue rubbed against his lower lip and forced its way into his mouth. "Ah," He whined as I pushed him onto his back. "Kenny, wait! I'm not gay!" He whined looking up at me.

"Kyle," I sighed softly and placed a tender kiss on his throat. "Sexuality doesn't matter. It's just kisses, and its just sex—if it even gets that far. Don't put a label on it just yet." My hands wandered under his shirt, and played with his sensitive spots. I could feel him getting just as excited underneath me and I knew that if I didn't slow it down, I would end up hurting Kyle. There would be no contorting bodies today. Instead, I would just leave my mark as proof of him belonging to me.

He purred under my brushes and shuddered as I left mark after mark on his neck. At one point, he attempted to push me away and I bit down. It would leave a nice sized bruise, but he seemed to enjoy the pain. It may have been a welcoming feeling compared to the emptiness he had complained of feeling earlier.

Before we even knew it, the sun had set and the temperature had dropped. By nine his mother was calling his phone, and our little play time was over. I stared at his sore, chapped lips and knew that he would be back. He would want more. I smirked placing one more chaste kiss on his neck before letting him part ways from me. By this time, I was stuck with a rather uncomfortable problem, and decided that some oral with Bebe would be the best way to take care of it; at least then I could play with her amazing tits all I wanted.

"So, who were you with earlier?" She giggled at the marks Kyle left. I simply pushed the question aside knowing that she wouldn't truly believe me. To all of us, Kyle was pretty much off limits. He was the forbidden apple, and god damnit I was going to have me a nice sized bite of it before the end.