Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters, Sony, or Play Station 3
Author's Note: Apologies again…I've been very busy lately. Actually I'm still pretty busy, but I'm allowing myself to take time off of my work just so I can update the story. Plus I added two extra pages just for you guys! Don't you feel special?
"What are you doing?" Max finally got the courage to ask. He was trying with all his might to prevent his body from shaking.
"I'm going to help you." Kenny's voice was barely above a whisper and Max couldn't help but shiver at the tickling of his breath in his ear.
"What are you talking about?" Max scoffed, trying to pull away from his captor.
"Just relax," Kenny ordered softly as a pressing hand slipped under the 100% cotton shirt Max was wearing.
Max released a small, but audible, yelp. He pressed against Kenny's body, hoping that would be enough to get away from the wandering hand, but he only ended up more flushed.
Kenny, on the other hand, grinned at the reaction; he took in the sight of Max's blushing cheeks in through the mirror. The feeling of knowing that Kenny could color those canvases that are Max's cheeks sent a rush streaming through his body. He absolutely loved it, but he wanted to know how many shades of red he could actually make Max's cheeks.
Kenny's other hand fell from Max's waist to the front of his pants, the raven haired male protesting as he tried to reach for this threatening hand, but couldn't do much. While Kenny unbuckled Max's belt and undid his pants he expertly used his legs to close the bathroom door behind him. He pushed Max further into the now cramp bathroom. Max stumbled over one of the rugs on the floor, but Kenny kept his light figure from actually falling.
Max struggled with a gasp as warm finger tips found a nipple. The gasp turned into a tight groan and a twitch as the fingers pulled and twisted his nipple playfully. As much as Max hated to admit it, it felt surprisingly good. It was starting to become too overwhelming, but that was only one nipple, imagine the feelings when doing the same thing to both of his nipples simultaneously. Max could almost feel it happening to his other one, wanting to moan at the imaginary feeling, but restraining himself.
"You could stop this if you really wanted to." Kenny said, licking up Max's neck as his one hand pulled down Max's pants and briefs. The other male seemed to struggle more, but his efforts were useless. Kenny wrapped his hand around the length of Max's exposed penis. He gently drifted his fingers up and down the piece of work, giving a smirk when a staggered breath left his raven companion, or was he a play toy now? "Just say the word and I'll stop."
Max let out a moan as the gentle hands on him tightened and started long and slow, pleasurable strokes. Max had to breathe through his mouth as his body temperature raised. He was now accumulating sweat. He wanted to say something, to verbally protest, but words were a loss to him. And thinking of the other times he had protested against him father and what had been the result of such actions--but Kenny isn't like that, or at least Max thinks he's not like that. Max had also thought that Kenny wouldn't sexually harass him, but here they are now and Kenny is jacking him off right. Max decided it was safer not to test Kenny by protesting.
Now Kenny was becoming upset. Either Max wanted this, or he was too afraid to say 'no'. He quickened his pace and he could feel the body against him stiffen as Max let out his first full moan. As much as Kenny would had loved to bask in the beautiful sound, he was determined to make the teen reach the edge where he would had to say the word, without scaring the raven haired male. I guess that's a little too late.
"K-Kenny!" Max moaned.
Kenny snapped out of his thoughts, subconsciously allowing his pace to reach an unbelievably fast and forceful speed while in his determined thoughts. Max had arched his back, unable to control himself, He was soon going to lose it; his rear now forced itself suggestively against Kenny's erection. A pile of dirty thoughts were running through the blonde's mind, but he sustained against his desires.
Max was near his edge. He knew he was. The warm, fluttering notion below his stomach told him so. He struggled once more in a pathetic final attempt, but gasped as his rear made contact with something hard behind him.
This was it. He was being used again. Kenny gave him an option, but fear just got in the way of that. Is that all? Fear? What will happen once Max's comes? Kenny would probably see him for the garbage that he is and send him on his way.
Of course.
There was no doubt in Max's mind that said otherwise.
But Max didn't want his friendship with Kenny to end—even if that meant he had to say 'no' to the blond.
But was it too late? Max was about to come any second now.
"K-Kenny…" Max breathed desperately, "No. Stop. Please stop." He begged, holding onto the hands that held him.
Kenny grinned, it worked. And as if somebody had pressed the pause button, Kenny's pleasuring hands stopped.
Max felt like he could finally breathe with ease once the blonde's hand had let go of his penis.
"W-why did you do that?" Max asked, his face still flushed as he pulled his pants and briefs back up. He grimaced when his pants felt too tight from his throbbing erection.
"No."
"No?" Max repeated in confusion, glancing over at the blond.
"I wanted you to learn how to say 'no'." Kenny answered bluntly.
Max glared at him as he worked on buckling his belt, but soon dropped his glare, figuring that it didn't matter how long he glared at Kenny; what's done is done, and there was not much he could do now. 'Don't cry over spilled milk' his mother used to say.
Max's eyes went back up to Kenny when he heard a chuckle from the blonde's direction. He pouted as the blond looked at him with knowing eyes.
"Are you still excited, or are you pitching a tent in there?" Kenny pointed at Max's obvious erection. It was painfully noticeable through his jeans. "Here, let me help you." Kenny suggested, stepping up to the erection.
Max took a step back, falling upon the toilet seat in his attempt.
"N-n-n-no! Y-you don't have to. I'll just make a mess." Max's face went red; did I really just say that?
A splash of pink colored Kenny's cheeks as well, also shocked at what the other male said.
"Jesus, first I teach you how to say 'no' and now you're using it against me?" Kenny joked, leaning in closer to the blushing male. "Don't worry. I'll do it in a way so there is no mess."
Max closed his eyes, knowing if he looked into those dreamy blue orbs he was going to be trapped and would be forced to comply. He could feel Kenny's eyes on him, and he tried not to squirm under them. Max opened one eye slowly, but was trapped. Max opened his other eye, forcing his sights on the counter next to him. He let out a defeated sigh.
"Fine." Max grumbled.
Kenny's grin widened. He positioned himself in front of Max . He pushed back so Max was leaning against the tank of the toilet, opening his legs and placing a steadying hand on Max's shoulder. Kenny's free hand then cupped Max's erection. The younger male flinched; twisting his hand from one side to another, Kenny started rubbing the erection against the hardness of Max's jeans. Max kept his moans quiet, but Kenny couldn't help but chuckle when one slipped and echoed throughout the small bathroom.
Max gasped as he climaxed in his jeans. His back arched just like it once did when Kenny was behind him, lifting his ass from the toilet seat. He let out an unsteady breath letting warmth envelope his body before it slowly left him. He was confused when he found himself being hugged by Kenny.
"Um…"
"I can't believe you let me do that to you." Kenny said humorlessly. His eyes stared at the wall as he felt guilt overwhelm him. He had taken advantage of Max—what was worse was that he wasn't drunk or high, he was sober and fully aware of what he was doing.
But it was for his own good—some people gotta learn the hard way--Fuck that!
Kenny had no right to do what he did, but what really made Kenny worry was how Max was going to react to the whole event-yeah, he seemed fine now, but what if he was really just holding in how he truly felt inside? What if he completely ignored him tomorrow and doesn't even show up on the roof during lunch? Or even worse-what if he never sees Max again. Kenny's heart dropped at the thought, but lightened back up as soon as it fell when Max's warm hand fell to the small of his back.
"So, what do we have to eat?" Max asked, and as if in emphasis his stomach let out a long growl with it.
So coming makes him hungry? Kenny noted, releasing Max from the embrace and standing back up.
Kenny looked down at Max, the younger male staring back at him with a rare smile
Kenny lead Max back to the kitchen, the white counter holding two awaiting plates with sandwiches on them.
Max grimaced as he laid his eyes upon the sandwich Kenny made him. He wasn't hungry at all, the only reason he mentioned food was so there wasn't a lot of awkward tension between Kenny and him, but now his plan lead him to a sandwich that didn't want to be eaten. He sighed inwardly, he would feel bad if he didn't eat the sandwich, Kenny actually to the time and effort…well, maybe not that much effort—it was only a sandwich after all—
"Not hungry?" Kenny asked after swallowing his bite of his own sandwich.
Max flinched out of his thoughts, glance at Kenny and then to his sandwich at hand.
"I guess not…" Max sighed, self-loathing for admitting he wasn't hungry.
" S'okay. You can eat it later." Kenny assured, swallowing the last of his sandwich. "Wanna play some games?" Kenny asked, dragging Max towards his room without waiting for an answer.
"O-Okay…?"
Max marveled at the inside of Kenny's room, well he did try to hide his expression, but he marveled nonetheless.
The walls were painted navy blue covered with posters of half-naked women, and movie posters. There was a tv placed on top of a small end table and in front of it lay a PS3, shiny and brand new looking.
Max gawked when he saw the magical box that could teleport your vision into magical lands, he didn't even get to finish looking at the rest of the room. He stretched out his arms towards it as if to hug a dear friend that has been lost in the woods for ages. He hesitated before placing a finger on the top, wondering if he was worthy enough to place an unholy finger on the majestic box. His arms started shaking at the restraints he was forcing upon himself.
"Go ahead, hug it." Kenny grinned with folded arms.
The restraints have been broken! Max wrapped his arms around the PS3, he felt as if most of his life has been for-filled!
"Do you want to…play a game?" Kenny said slyly.
Max's head whipped around to look at the blonde. Was he serious?
"I'm allowed?"
Kenny laughed, taking the PS3 out of Max's hands and casually inserted a random game disc into the game system.
Max sat on the bed behind him. He was so excited, first he got to hug a Play Station 3—and now he's going to get to play one. It was so exciting he almost wanted to blog about it. And Max hates blogs.
Fifteen minutes into playing the game Kenny put in and max already found himself a little bit more than frustrated. I swear it's like he's using cheats!
He was almost tempted to start button-mashing, but he was going to be a good sport and—
"What the fuck!" Max bursted, dropping his controller. His avatar suddenly combusted and fell out of the arena. It was so random, so unexpected, so…..Max slowly turned his head to the laughing blonde. "You had to be cheating."
"What?" Kenny got out between laughs.
"You gotta be. I would have totally won if I didn't explode." Max continued.
"No, I didn't cheat. I guess you just really suck at this game," Kenny finally calmed down, "Besides, I don't need cheats to beat a wimpy gamer like you." Kenny smirked, pressing X to start a new game. Max grabbed his controller from the floor, growling as he readied himself for the next fight.
In the end Max lost again; this time the raven haired male hanging his head in defeat.
"C'mon Max. It's not that bad to be a loser. I'll let you polish my trophies." Kenny teased with a smile.
Max blushed, he could take the teasing, but with the added effect of Kenny's smile he couldn't hold the colors from forming in his cheeks. What made him blush even more was when Kenny chuckled at his redness. He didn't have to ask, he knew the blonde saw it.
Max sat up on the bed, crossing his arms and pouting to play off the redness in his cheeks.
"One day I will beat your sorry ass at this game and it'll be you who will be polishing my trophies." Max grumbled through his pout.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch that." Kenny gave an annoyed laugh, pulling the pouting teen of the bed and on to the floor.
And with that, began the fight for dominance!
Kenny started off with the advantage; Max struggling against his hold. A couple tries and Max succeeded on topping Kenny(to Kenny's surprise). And then Kenny tried to recover his ground, unleashing tickling fingers to the raven haired teen's sides. Max giggled, and wiggled, until he fell over—allowing Kenny to take the upper hand. Max gulped as the once so angelic Kenny was now staring down at him with dominating eyes. Max turned on his stomach to crawl away, but pale fingers hooked to his belt loops. He gasped as he was dragged back, the blonde pinning him against the comfortable carpet. Max turned on his back, gazing up at a panting Kenny, a grin plastered on his lips, and he couldn't help but stop. Max truly felt blessed to be able to experience these different forms of Kenny.
Max snapped out of his appreciation for being blessed when the blonde's head started inching down closer to his face.
Kenny's breath still left him in odd patterns; the heat gliding across Max's cheeks. He shivered as their lower halves rubbed against each other as Kenny moved up so his face eclipsed Maxs'.
Max held his breath, he wanted to say something. He became nervous as Kenny's eyes were half-lidded as his face descended towards him. And soon he found himself starting to close his eyes.
This moment seemed magical; it was perfect in Kenny's point of view. There were other occasions he could think of that would be even better to plant a kiss on Max, but depending on how this was going so far, it was perfect.
Max didn't seem too nervous, and….was that….? Kenny would have thought on it longer on what that look in Max's eyes were, but he didn't want to hesitate, not for even a second.
Only centimeters now, and Kenny noticed that Max was holding his breath, but what would be truly breath taking is when Kenny gives Max his first kiss. His hand went up to cup Max's cheek, sliding them up into his dark hair.
And right when there could barely feel each other's lips, a loud knock came from the door behind them and Kenny's mother stepped into the room.
"Kenny, are you hungry? Me and your father were planning on going out for din-" His mother stopped at midsentence. "Kenny you gotta stop wrestling your friends. One day it's going to get play too rough and someone's going to get hurt, then we'll have to pay for it." She said as she started to turn around to leave. "Oh, and it was nice to meet you, um, Kenny's friend." And with that she left, closing the door and suspecting nothing from the two boys.
Kenny got off of Max, whose face turned completely red during Kenny's mother's intruding. The blonde started laughing as Max struggled to sit up. He was practically shaking all over.
"Are you okay?" Kenny asked, his laughter dying down.
"Y-yeah….I should get going. It's actually really late." Max said, standing up.
Kenny stood up as well, he didn't know if he should hug the other male, or show him out? With his other friends they usually just said their goodbyes and left, but Max was different. And since he was different, it made it harder to say goodbye. And Kenny could tell that Max was having a hard time with the two syllable word too.
"Well, I'll see you later, I guess." Max said with a wave, heading out of Kenny's room.
Kenny nodded as a response, forcing himself not to watch Max leave. He knew if he did, it would only seem a thousand times harder than it already is. He could feel his heart sank, waiting until the sound of the front door shutting to sit down on his bed and inwardly sigh.
Max sped-walked across the living room, slipping on his back-pack and grabbing his shoes. Trying not to attract any attention. And it worked; he didn't hear a sound from Kenny's mother who was in the kitchen quietly serving herself some coffee.
Max laced on his shoes once he reached past the snowy front lawn; tapping his shoes at the toes as he began his slow journey back to his house. Afraid of his father's reaction once he got home.
