A/N: This is another one that I barely edited. Maybe because of the smut. idk. Hope it isn't shit lol

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of the characters mentioned. ALSO, prepare for lemon because it's coming your way.

EDITED: MAY 19TH 2015

Naturally, just like everything else when it came to Kenny, everything went back to seemingly normal after Kenny blamed his confession of love to Kyle on being drunk. After Kenny had used his shower that morning, he came barreling into Kyle's bedroom wearing a huge, and obviously forced, grin and babbling on about how "fucking amazing" the previous night's party was. Kyle knew Kenny had noticed his red face and puffy eyes, but, naturally, the boy payed no attention and continued to reminisce.

And so, there they were, standing in the hall of South Park High. Kenny had finally come back to school, due to Kyle's slightly embarrassing begging. Stan was rummaging through his nightmare of a locker, (his hoarding problem had started back up and continued on throughout his childhood, affecting each locker he'd had), and Kenny was talking his ear off about some girl.

"She was so hot, dude, I'm telling you. Phenomenal curves."

Kyle rolled his eyes and sighed irritably, thus earning a questioning stare from his Super Best Friend.

"Kenny?" Stan mumbled in question.

"Dude, what?! I'm trying to describe this to you. Seriously, she was fantastic-"

"What about last night?"

Kenny started back at Stan in confusion. "What about it?"

Stan flashed Kyle another brief glance before meeting Kenny's blue eyes. "Seriously? You two were-"

"Stan," Kyle muttered dryly, cutting him off.

Kenny turned to look at Kyle, then back at the noirette. He motioned between himself and Kyle. "Us? What?"

Kenny turned back to Kyle, his eyes wide with confusion. "Kyle?"

Kyle locked his eyes on the dusty hallway floor.

"Is there something I should know about last night?"

And then Kyle felt his eyes start to water and no fucking way was he going to cry in front of Stan and Kenny, so he quickly turned his back on them and ran down the hall, towards the bathrooms. He could hear Kenny calling out his name, but he chose to ignore it and continue on his way. Fuck everything.

Kyle had expected to be followed to the bathrooms, but he hadn't been, so he spent half of first period alone in the boys' bathroom just trying to get his shit together and when he finally walked into his first period class, Kenny's eyes followed him all the way to his seat. Kyle knew Stan had told him, why else would Ken be giving him . . . that look? Kyle spent the rest of the class just trying to avoid Kenny's stare, which he could feel on him the entire time. Of course, he should have been doing his school work but how could anyone expect him to concentrate with those beautiful blue eyes boring into the back of his skull? He was pulled out of space when he heard the teacher call out his name and his head snapped up in alert.

"What?" he mumbled.

But she just continued to call out the names of his classmates until the bell rang and interrupted her. Upon hearing the bell, Kyle shot up out of his seat and headed for the door, but was forced to a stop when he was grabbed by the arm. Slowly, the redhead turned around and let out a sigh of relief when he realized it was only Stan.

"What's up?" Kyle asked.

"Obviously, you weren't paying attention, although that's really not like you. But, we were all put into a group to work on a presentation. Think we can get together at your house after school?"

Kyle inwardly groaned. Of course they were put in a group project. Fucking great timing. He sighed tiredly. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. You can all come over after school."

Stan flashed him a wide grin. "Great!"

This really was going to be a long day.

Lunch was the most awkward thing Kyle had ever endured. As per usual, Cartman was off about pointless shit, Stan was repeatedly correcting him and Kenny, instead of joining in on the animated conversation, was staring intently across the table at Kyle.

Kyle did his best to avoid the piercing gaze, but really all that was going on was that Kyle was blushing like crazy and staring down at his tray.

Kenny folded his arms in front of him and lowered his head.

"Kyle?"

Kyle slowly met Kenny's eyes for the first time that day. ". . . Yeah?" he almost whispered.

Kenny smiled softly at him. "Can we talk?"

"No."

The lovely smile disappeared. "Why not?"

Kyle sighed in frustration and quickly stood from his usual seat at their lunch table.

"There's nothing to talk about," he grumbled before making his way out of the noisy lunchroom.

The school day had finally come to an end and Kyle had successfully avoided Kenny the rest of the day. Unfortunately, he could no longer avoid the blonde, he was on his way. Stan and Cartman were already at his house, the three of them were holed up in Kyle's bedroom. Kenny texted and had said something about a family issue, so he was coming late.

"Jeez, what the fuck was up with Poor Boy today?" Cartman drawled out before shoving a handful of potato chips in his mouth and chewing loudly.

"Don't call him that, Fatass," Kyle grumbled.

One of Cartman's brows shot up. "Defending your boyfriend," he sang, smiling mockingly. "How sick."

"He's not my boyfriend, fuckface."

"Who's fault is that?"

Kyle's face contorted in anger. "Shut the fuck up, you-"

Stan suddenly looked up from his textbook and took his chewed pencil out of his mouth. "You avoided him all day, dude. He really wanted to talk to you."

Kyle sighed, his anger towards Cartman quickly subsiding. "Like I said, nothing to talk about."

"Bullshit," Stan declared, laughing. "You two were about four seconds from fucking when I found you. You took him back to your house, man. For all I know, you probably did fuck."

"We didn't have sex, Stan," Kyle growled. "He was so wasted he could barely stand. He passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow."

Stan shook his head and stared at Kyle incredulously. "But why were you avoiding him all day if you guys didn't have sex?"

Kyle pushed his eyebrows together and his mouth hung open. "Uh. He . . . he told me he loved me. But he was drunk, so," Kyle laughed nervously, "I really shouldn't freak out about it."

"Freak out about what?" A familiar voice rang out.

They all turned to see Kenny closing Kyle's bedroom door behind him.

"I, uh." Kyle swallowed down an uncomfortable lump in his throat. "Nothing. Let's just work now."

Stan shot Kyle a concerned look, his mouth now gaping while Cartman let out a long, mumbled "shiiiit."

They worked for a total of four hours. Or, really, Kyle did. The rest of them just sat around and talked about stupid shit for four hours straight. When it was finally time for them to leave, it was around ten. Cartman and Stan were already out the door, after Stan's attempt to comfort his best friend. Kyle watched Stan take off in his Subaru, and yelped when he felt two skinny arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Kyyyyyle," Kenny whined.

Kyle sighed. "Kenny, please don't."

"Kyle," Kenny mumbled. "I can't go home. . ."

Kyle placed his hand on his waist, over Kenny's folded arms. "Why not?" Kyle whispered.

"My dad . . ."

Kyle sighed in defeat. "You can stay the night . . . again."

He felt Kenny nuzzle against his neck affectionately. "Thank you," he whispered against Kyle's skin.

Kyle gave a small smile and removed Ken's arms from his waist. "Come on, let's go to bed."

He heard Kenny chuckle. "Oooh, bed."

Kyle couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. "Not like that, you pervert."

Kenny pouted as he followed Kyle up the steps. "What do I have to do to get you to stop calling me a pervert?"

"Hmm," Kyle hummed thoughtfully. "Stop acting like one, maybe?"

"Hmm," Kenny hummed dramatically in an attempt to mimic Kyle and sat beside him on the bed. He subtly scooted closer to Kyle and placed a warm hand on his knee. "Would me, doing this, be considered perverted?"

Kyle could feel something stirring to life in his jeans as Kenny trailed the hand up towards his crotch.

"Ken, I don't think we should do anything. . ." Kyle muttered nervously.

He felt his breath catch in his throat as Kenny palmed at his growing bulge.

"Come on, babe," Kenny breathed against the skin of his neck before placing a soft kiss there.

Kyle mentally slapped himself when his hips bucked up against Kenny's hand and he let out a soft whimper. "Ken," he gasped out when Kenny gave a squeeze.

With minimal effort, Kenny pushed Kyle onto his back and climbed on top of him.

"Kenny, please-" the plea was silenced with a soft kiss being placed on his lips. Kyle quickly turned away.

"Aren't you still hungover?" Kyle asked.

The response he received was a slow shake of the head. Kenny reached up to stroke his- yes, his- redhead's cheek affectionately.

"Let me make love to you, Kyle," Kenny begged, voice low and gravelly inside his throat.

There was that word again. Love. It made Kyle's breath hitch and his cheeks flush. It made his corners of his lips quirk up into a small smile.

"What if I don't want you to 'make love' to me?" he teased.

Kenny pouted dramatically, and moved to lift himself off of the redhead, only to be pulled back down harshly.

"Wha . . .?"

"I want you to fuck me," Kyle breathed against his former boyfriend's ear, wiggling his hips invitingly. "Hard and fast. I want you to fuck me until I'm shrieking your name; until I can't see straight."

"Mmm," Kenny hummed excitedly in reply, as he was busy working on what would soon be a gigantic bruise on Kyle's throat.

Kyle gasped out as the hand that wasn't tangled in his fiery curls reached down to rub at his clothed crotch.

"Fuck, I've missed you," he breathed out into the blonde locks.

Said blonde pulled his face away from Kyle's neck to look down forlornly at him. A weak smile had managed to find it's way onto his face and he let out a breathy laugh before answering with a short and weak, "yeah."

They both stared at each other for a long time, simply letting their hands wander over each other's skin and claw at articles of clothing.

Not surprisingly, Kyle's shirt was discarded first, now forgotten on the floor. Next to go we're Kyle's jeans and as Kenny hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of Kyle's boxers, his wrist was grabbed tightly.

"What now?" Kenny whined.

Kyle smirked at how needy the blonde sounded. "I will not be the only one naked, again."

Huffing out a dramatic breath, Kenny sat up to remove his sweater. He quickly stood up from his position on Kyle's bed to pull down his jeans and briefs in one movement and kick them away.

Kyle smiled as Kenny crawled back on top of him, now satisfied with their situation. The boy reached for his boxers once more and shot Kyle a pleading look, even sticking out his bottom lip for emphasis. "Can I take them off now?"

Kyle nodded silently and lifted his hips, allowing Kenny to quickly strip him of the fabric.

Kyle reached up to wrap his arms around the blonde's neck and pulled him down to capture his lips and Kenny let out a small moan. He had missed Kyle, too.

The smaller boy below him sighed against his lips as he wrapped his hand around Kyle length and started pumping slowly.

"Fuck," Kyle choked out as Kenny pulled away to pay more attention to his throat. Kyle's fingernails raked across Kenny's shoulders in opposite directions when the hand around him began moving at a faster pace.

Kyle's breathing was now erratic and strained as Kenny nipped at his neck and stroked him sloppily.

"I've missed being with you like this," Kenny mumbled against the now wet skin of Kyle's neck.

Instead of attempting to form a sentence, Kyle gave a high pitched "mhm" just as Kenny's thumb swiped along his slit.

Kyle could feel how hard Kenny was against his upper thigh and took a moment to feel selfish for not touching him before reaching down between their bodies to grab ahold of Kenny's cock, earning a low grunt at his actions. At this point, Kyle was wondering if they would just jerk each other off and be done with it but when Kyle gave the warning that he was close, Kenny pulled back entirely.

"Dammit, Kenny," Kyle grunted in frustration, face beet red and heart beating loudly.

Kenny smiled down at him in apology, then lifted his hand to bring three fingers to Kyle's swollen lips.

"You know what to do."

Kyle nodded briskly before parting his lips so the fingers could slide into his mouth. Kenny watched with a smirk as Kyle took his fingers greedily, running his tongue over them and suckling loudly.

Once Kenny decided his fingers were fully lubricated, he pulled them gently from Kyle's mouth and quickly brought them down between Kyle's thighs. Kyle whined when he felt the tip of a finger prod against his hole before pushing in slowly. Kenny gave a few pumps of the single digit before pushing in another one, causing Kyle to moan quietly. Kenny immediately shifted his fingers in order to push at Kyle's prostate.

Kyle's small sounds had now become full blown pornographic moans as Kenny relentlessly massaged the small bundle of nerves. He only stopped for a small moment to push in a third finger, making sure to scissor them gently.

"Ken . . . Kenny, I'm good," Kyle huffed out, face red and eyes watering slightly.

"You sure?" the blonde asked quietly.

Kyle nodded slowly. Kenny leaned over and placed a soft kiss to Kyle's lips, fingers slipping free from him in the process and causing Kyle to shudder. Kyle smiled as Kenny continued to kiss him, pulse in his ears as Kenny grabbed his left hand and guided it to Kenny's aching cock. He instantly wrapped his hand around the shaft, earning a low groan from the blonde above him. Kenny attacked Kyle's throat as the hand curled around his length began pumping at a faster, more uncontrolled pace. And then suddenly, Kenny's hand reached back down to bring the movement to a halt.

Kyle swallowed down a large lump in his throat when he felt Kenny's cracked lips against his ear.

"I need you to try something for me," Kenny mumbled, voice husky and breath short.

Kyle narrowed his eyes. "W-what?"

Instead of giving a real reply, Kenny chose to shove him off the bed and onto the carpeted floor.

Kyle glared up at Kenny, face beet red. "What the fuck, Kenny?!"

The boy's enraged expression morphed into one of shock when Kenny moved on the bed to sit himself in front of Kyle and gently threaded his fingers through Kyle's red curls. Kyle stared straight ahead, his face eye level to Kenny's leaking length.

"You . . . you want me to . . .?" Kyle asked slowly.

The Jew felt the fingers in his hair tighten and his face was pulled forward until his lips came into contact with the tip of the throbbing flesh. Kyle lifted his green eyes to look up at the boy above him, eying him carefully as he gave a tentative lick along the slit, thus earning a loud groan in response. Gaining confidence from the reaction, he poked his tongue out again, this time giving a small lick along one of the angry looking veins.

"C'mon, Kyle," Kenny breathed out.

Kyle's brows furrowed as he shot Kenny a somewhat apologetic look before leaning forward and taking as much as he could into his mouth, gagging slightly as he felt the tip prod against the back of his throat and causing Kenny to gasp loudly. Kyle felt Kenny's fingernails scrape softly against his scalp and he gave a long hum around the cock in his mouth. Kenny groaned and bit his lip in an attempt to control himself and resist the temptation to thrust up into the heat of Kyle's mouth.

"Kyle," he whined, wiggling his hips a little.

He felt Kyle swallow quickly and moaned as the head in his lap began bobbing unskilfully. He threaded his fingers through Kyle's curls lovingly, pulling hard when Kyle attempted to deepthroat him.

"Mmm," Kenny hummed lowly. He bit his lip as he gave a careful thrust into Kyle's mouth, which emitted a violent gagging sound from Kyle's throat. Kenny quickly gasped and began to apologize, but trailed his sentence off when the head in his lap stilled and the hands that had been squeezing his thighs were moved behind Kyle's back.

Kenny stared down at Kyle with wide, shocked eyes and swallowed loudly when Kyle's own green orbs lifted to stare back at him- almost pleadingly. Kenny's teeth clamped down harder on his lip as he tightened his grip on Kyle's head and gave another slow thrust.

He had meant to be careful, really he had, but at some point along the road leading to his climax, Kenny lost control of his own movements and began violently plowing into Kyle's mouth and down his throat. The blonde groaned loudly every time Kyle swallowed around him and each time Kyle let out dramatic moans solely for Kenny's pleasure.

It was only when he was on the verge of hitting his orgasm that he decided Kyle had had enough, and detangled his fingers from Kyle's curls. Kyle took the hint and quickly pulled himself off of Kenny's cock with a distasteful slurping noise and a loud gasp for air. The blonde reached down to hook his index finger under the boy's chin and lifted his head up. He smiled at the sight of Kyle with a flushed face and dark red, swollen lips. He quickly swiped the drool off of the boy's chin with his thumb and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on the cherry red mouth.

"C'mere," Kenny mumbled, pushing himself back on the bed and holding his arms out.

Kyle obliged, quickling standing up only to sit himself back down on Kenny's lap with the two boys facing each other. Kyle bit his lip when Kenny's hands gripped his pale hips and he felt the boy's breath on his neck.

"Ready, love?" Kenny asked quietly.

Kyle let out a short, desperate "mhm" before he felt himself being lifted up off the boy's hips, only to be slammed back down harshly and impaled. The redhead twitched helplessly in Kenny's lap as he struggled to adjust to the intrusion. He felt Kenny's hands run down the skin of his back in an attempt to soothe him, and relaxed a bit. A few quiet moments later, Kyle nodded quickly.

"Go," he whispered.

Kenny loudly released a breath he had been holding for a while and picked Kyle's hips up again, only to slam him down once more. This slow pace dragged on for several moments before Kyle groaned in frustration and started moving his hips to his own accord. His small hands were squeezing at Kenny's shoulders for leverage as he lifted and dropped his hips sloppily, earning a throaty moan from the boy below him.

Kyle began to build a confident rhythm, moving his hips dangerously fast and creating loud, violent slapping sounds. Both boys' breathing was ragged and uncontrolled as the two moved together, their chests glistening with sweat.

Kyle let out a whimper that morphed into a moan when Kenny pushed his hips up to meet him, causing him to push forcefully at his prostate. He mewled and twisted his hips a bit, palming at Kenny's clawed up shoulders.

"H-harder," Kyle huffed out, pushing his hips down with urgency.

Kenny shakily complied and squeezed Kyle's hips so tight that his blunt fingernails dug into the warm flesh.

"Kenny," Kyle whined as he received a powerful thrust.

Kenny was almost drooling at the sounds the redhead was making above him. He saw white as the boy started mumbling incoherently, and gave one more sloppy thrust upward as he reached his peak. And he had been positive he only thought them, but he heard Kyle gasp as he breathed out the words,

"I love you so much, Kyle. Fuck."

He regretted them for a moment, but felt some sort of relief wash over him when he felt Kyle tighten hotly around him and he heard Kyle's shuddering breath of "I l-love-"

For several moments, nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard- that is, until Kyle looked him dead in the eye and smiled knowingly.

Shit.

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