Kyle yawned heavily and stretched against the couch, his stiff arms and legs cracking as he extended them out. He glanced over at Stan and allowed his yawn to die down, his arms falling back to his lap as his legs relaxed against the coffee table.
Stan was uncomfortable; Kyle could read him easily enough.
He knew why as well. He didn't know why Stan did it. He always imagined his best friend to be straight... he was crazy for Wendy all of those years and what not. He couldn't figure out why he would suddenly be attracted to Craig of all people...
Kyle wasn't upset that his friend was gay or bi or whatever he was. He was just surprised... perhaps a little uncomfortable just in the idea that there was a part of his best friend that he didn't know...
"I don't think Bebe likes me anymore." The thing between them was becoming strained. Kyle didn't understand why she seemed to be disinterested in him as of lately. They had been going pretty well for the past two months.... that was a good sign. Or, at least, that was what he thought.
But he knew that things tended to complicate themselves through no fault but fate. It was just a shame that such a thing was happening and that he didn't know a way to save what he and Bebe had.
Stan looked up and him, surprised that the first topic of the evening would not focus on him, but rather on the red-head.
He pushed his hair back and pulled his hat on, keeping his hair out of his eyes. "She just isn't paying much attention to what we do anymore. I think she's daydreaming half the time."
"Daydreaming?" Stan quirked, head titled to the side and his hands twisted around the hem of his jacket.
"Yeah, like, we were watching a movie the other day and every time I looked at her, she wasn't looking at the screen or me." He sighed and slid his arms behind his head.
He would have to talk to her about it... it wasn't like he hadn't noticed the way she looked at Kenny or anything. He had his suspicions... and honestly, that hurt.
Did Bebe like Kenny more than him? Did she ever like him at all?
Love... was such a complicated thing.
"So... what is this thing between you and Craig?"
Stan froze and stared at him for a long moment. He sighed and held his face in his hands. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course man," Kyle sat up and looked at his best friend fully, unsurprised by the sheer solidarity that crossed over his face.
Stan was always very, very serious about relationships. He never did that "let's try this out" kind of thing with a person he found a little attractive. He only really crushed when it was someone who was really connected with him. He was good at finding that sort of person.
"I..." his voice faltered and Kyle could see his throat clench, "I think I like Kenny."
"Dude..." Kyle muttered, leaning forward even more, "Really?"
He nodded softly, hand smoothing his hair out of his face and onto his scalp. It slid back on to his forehead soon after.
He couldn't tell him about Bebe than... things would just get that much more complicated. "So, the kiss with Craig..?"
He coughed suddenly. "That was... just to see if Kenny would react at all. I... he went to stay at Cartman's after he found Craig and I in the closet!"
His ears perked, "Whoa, whoa, hold up man. Two things... Cartman of all people? And, what is this about you and Craig in the closet?"
Stan gulped, "Well, we sort of... almost did it in the closet after everyone left for class."
His eyes were dangerously wide, "...almost?"
His face was dangerously red, "I don't want to talk about this any further. We did the thing closest to sex and that's it."
Kyle's face also burned a little at the idea. "So... you..." he gulped, "And he..."
Stan shivered, "Yeah."
"...all to see if Kenny would like... react in a way that showed he liked you too?"
He nodded.
Kyle rested his chin in his hands. "Okay..."
"You're okay with this?"
He shrugged, "Yeah dude. Like I care who you like," he laughed weakly, "As long as you're happy, right?"
Stan laughed a little and grinned, "Yeah, I guess so."
Kyle leaned back onto the couch and glanced at the television, "Y'know, just telling him would make it all easier for you."
Stan looked away from him, "Yeah, but he didn't want to stay at my house after he found out about me and Craig... he doesn't like me."
He gulped, "I don't know what to tell you than..."
"...Kenny?"
He opened his eyes and looked over at the second blonde, a little started to find him in such a scummy part of town. "Yes Pip?"
He glanced down to the cigarette-bud covered ground and sighed weakly, "You have seen... Da... Him in Hell before... right?"
He felt bad for him. The boy looked so wracked with panic and pain and fear over just a single person... albeit a powerful and dangerous person... "Yeah, we talk a bit now and then."
"Has he ever..." Pip hiccupped and stopped, holding his throat.
"Has he what Pip?"
"Has he ever... talked about me... with you?"
His eyes narrowed, "Why?"
"So... you never told him where I live, perhaps, old chap?" His large blue eyes were a flurry of upset and fear and it made Kenny's heart break.
He stepped over to him and pushed his long hair out of his face. He kissed his softly on the lips, the only way he really knew how to comfort someone. "I didn't tell Damien anything like that... We don't really talk about you when we do talk... and I doubt Damien would have trouble finding someone anyway."
Pip whimpered and leaned heavily against him, his lips pressed weakly against his neck.
"But why do you ask that Pip?" Kenny wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his back a little more sexually than he really intended. "Has Damien been around your house?"
He whimpered, "I think he's watching me... I can feel it but I can't see him. I'm surrounded by sweltering heat, and yet he is no where to be found."
"Don't panic about this Pip," Kenny eased, sliding his leg between the other blonde's legs. He rubbed gently, causing him to whimper and for his face to flush.
He kissed his neck softly and caressed his shoulders as Kenny's eased him closer to arousal.
"Damien isn't here to get you."
"How are you so sure Kenny?" His voice was weak and raspy.
"I know Damien," his slid his tongue softly against his jaw, "And if he was going to kill you, he would have done it by now. I don't know what he's doing, but it's not something involving your death."
Pip gently slid off of Kenny and kept his head down. Slowly he looked back up, eyes more hopeful than they were before, and he placed a soft kiss on his lips. It was sweet and thankful and far from the actions previous.
Kenny frowned and felt himself almost completely unaffected by the sweetness that was Pip. It almost hurt, knowing that he didn't even like someone as good as him. He didn't like the idea that he didn't feel that special way about someone... in fact, there had been a handful out of all the sexual and non-sexual encounters he had... and all of them didn't like him that way at all.
"You are very sweet Kenny," his voice was gentle and smooth, reflecting to Kenny an attraction he had but Kenny could not share.
"Thank you."
The orange-clad boy sighed thickly and lowered his head in shame.
"Just, don't worry about this stuff Pip. Don't let him do this to you again."
He smiled genuinely, face golden and eyes closed. "Once again, thank you. I must go now Kenny..." he turned only to glance at him from over his shoulder, "If Cartman is ever a bad host to you, please feel obliged to stay at my home."
Kenny felt guilt twist inside of him as Pip walked off and to the direction of his own home, leaving Kenny to look down at the cigarette covered ground as the cold snaked into his loose sleeves.