Meanwhile at Kenny's house, Kenny and Kyle were sitting in Kenny's room. Kyle spoke: "I'm sorry your sister is in the hospital Kenny, but I must admit it has given you and I a lot of quality time."

"Mffphpk mnpfrph bmbh," spoke Kenny passionately. "Phfnmmngrk mnfrdp."

"I know, and I really appreciate all the time we get together. All the alone time, it's really given us time to grow close, but-"

"Brmp fgkn bprbm," Kenny interrupted rubbing Kyle's thigh.

"Kenny, no," Kyle said with a mildly stern tone, like that of a tree blowing in the wind who's roots are planted in a strong flowing river.

"Brmmfpk grr, hrmnng krph" said Kenny seductively.

"Kenny, I don't wanna smash right now."

"Brggfpk" Kenny said, leaping on to Kyle, laying on top of him and kissing his face and ears. Kyle giggled, unable to resist. Kenny then kissed down Kyle's chest undoing his button up shirt, then unzipping his skinny jeans, his clothed boner popping out of the zipper thinly veiled by his cashmere thong. Kenny, palmed it and kissed all over his pelvis. He stroked through the cloth and Kyle's pre-cum stain grew in size, depth, and weight. As did Kenny's eyes. He was loving it; a dirty hobby for a dirty boy. And though Kyle no longer felt love, he could still feel the sloppy wet burn of Kenny's supple tongue. But he'd look up and see Kenny's smile dribbling with succulent rage.

"No," Kyle said abruptly. "I don't want another angry blowjob"

"mmdksdkljafhdlj" said Kenny, his tongue doing the big boots dance on Kyle's member.

Just then Kyle's phone rang, jingling the tune of "Skater boi" by Advil Levine.

It was Cartman. "Kenny, I gotta go," Kyle said abruptly. "This call is important."

"Mffpl," Kenny said with disappointment. "Mpphhflmm?"

"Can't you just wank it or something?" said Kyle, swiftly expelling himself from the room. It was so unlike Kyle? Is he alright? Kenny was stuck in worry, and with a big boner.