South Park doesn't belong to me.

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Kenny wasn't really one for paying attention in math at any time, but today he was especially distracted. In a good way, though, and that was a new experience for him. Normally he found himself drifting off into daydreams of unobtainable wealth and women, musings on life and death, and memories of the thousands of awful things that had happened to him that he really just wanted to forget. It was just depressing, honestly. But now he had something nice to think about. While his teacher droned on about the square root of who give's a fuck, Kenny stared blankly at the head of the girl sitting in front of him, his dreamy expression hidden by the fabric of his parka, and thought of Kyle. He thought of what they'd done last night, just as he'd been doing since the moment Kyle went home.

Kenny had definitely enjoyed watching Kyle squirm and blush and clutch at the sheets when he came, but he really had to hand it to the guy for being so dropdead gorgeous when he was frustrated. Because of course Kyle had insisted on returning the favor. Learning to suck cock was a difficult task for him, not being blessed with the natural talent Kenny had, but once he got the hang of it he was perfect. Watching him at work, his expression so adorably serious, one hand pushing a few stray curls back out of his eyes- Kenny shivered slightly inside his parka. A quick glance around assured him that no one had noticed.

Immediately after the act, when Kyle had been awkwardly trying to figure out if he was supposed to cuddle or not, Kenny had been slightly concerned that perhaps he pushed things too far. Maybe he'd been just a little too manipulative about this. Maybe it had been a bad idea. But when Kyle pulled him into a hug, squishing Kenny's cheek flat against his still-clothed chest, Kenny knew that everything was okay. He'd done good. Kyle had wanted to do this all along, too. He just hadn't been willing to admit it, obviously.

Like every other student who's internal clocks ran on high school time, Kenny was able to look to the clock in time to realize how little time there was left in the period. He began gathering up his things, excited to get out of here and go to lunch, where he could see Kyle. He shoved his pencil in the pocket of his parka, folded his math dittos in half to fit them there as well, then spent the next thirty seconds (thirty-two, really, he knew he had exactly thirty-two seconds left of class,) replaying the memory of Kyle swallowing, blushing, murmuring that it was no big deal, really, and licking the fingers of one hand clean for good measure. The bell signaling the end of the period droned through the halls, sounding like an emergency broadcast system tone, and Kenny scurried out of the classroom at the center of a mass of students.

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"Hey."

It was a simple, entirely acceptable greeting, and Kenny was glad to have received it from Kyle. To have gotten a kiss or a flustered response upon sitting down at their usual table would have been weird. It was strangely nice to have Kyle talk to him the same way he always had, like they were still just friends, even though every emotion behind that quiet 'hey' was a blaze of feeling that made his insides flip pleasantly.

"Hey." He repeated the word and smiled, then full-out grinned as Kyle smiled back.

"Fags." Cartman said sharply, not bothering to look at them in favor of finishing his sandwich.

Kenny nudged Kyle with his foot under the table before he could get himself riled up. They didn't need a fight breaking out this early in the lunch hour.

"Yup." Kenny said sunnily, and reached across the table to steal a chip from the bag in front of his boyfriend.

"At least we don't make out in front of you." Kyle offered, smirking at Cartman before looking to Kenny almost proudly, as if to say, 'See? I can talk to people without biting their heads off sometimes.'

Cartman made a gagging noise and choked out, "Thank Jesus for that!"

Kenny, munching on his stolen chip, noticed Stan nodding in earnest agreement and was both amused and slightly offended.

"I think I'd hurl if I had to sit here and watch you two trying to climb into each other's pants every day." Cartman shook his head slowly, sighing, then turned to face Kenny, "Although I am curious…"

Cartman paused and Kenny hesitated before raising an eyebrow, taking the bait, "Hm?"

Cartman leaned close to him, as if they were sharing a secret, but spoke loudly enough for the whole table to hear, "Does Kyle moan like a little bitch?"

It was right on the tip of Kenny's tongue to say that no, Kyle did not moan like a little bitch. That as a matter of fact, he moaned like Kyle, which was a very soft, sexy, almost pleading, profanity-laced way to moan.

"Dude-" Stan said loudly, breaking Kenny out of his thoughts, "Not cool."

"What?" Cartman exclaimed, faking surprise, "I figured Kenny should know, since he's the one fucking him. Right?" He laughed out loud as Kyle gave a warning growl.

Kenny took a moment to smirk in amusement at the fact that Cartman assumed he was the one doing the fucking. Of course he'd love to top for Kyle, but he would just as soon take it up the ass. Whatever Kyle wanted to do, really. Kenny was up for anything.

"That's not really for you to know," was Kenny's teasing response.

Half a beat later, like he'd been waiting for permission to speak, Stan gave the much more sensible answer of, "You do realize they've only been…together, for a few weeks, right?"

Kenny couldn't help but smirk at that. As if Stan knew everything that went on in their relationship. Oh, fuck. He kind of did, didn't he? Kenny looked between Stan and Kyle, suddenly curious as to whether or not Stan had heard about his and Kyle's recent activities.

Cartman looked at the three of them dubiously, making a small noise of disbelief, "No way."

Kyle sounded tired as he asked, "No way, what?"

Kenny gave Cartman a questioning look as well, though he didn't speak. He didn't usually have to when Kyle or Stan were around.

"No way you two aren't sodomizing your way to success!"

Kenny glanced down the table to see if any of the other guys were paying attention. Bebe, from her seat in the tiny cluster that was the 'girl' section, looked vaguely interested. Everyone else was ignoring them, apparently.

No one answered Cartman, and after a moment, he leaned back and looked them all over once more.

"Really?"

Three blank faces stared back at him, until finally Kyle snapped, "Is it that fucking difficult to grasp?"

Cartman snorted in obvious amusement and, after an angry, questioning glance from Kyle, said, "You mean to tell me that you two seriously haven't fucked yet?" He waited for an answer and seemed pleased when he didn't receive one. It meant he was able to continue taunting, "Goddamn, Kenny, you're really taking your time with this one, huh?"
Kenny felt heat rush to his face as looked up at Kyle, honestly concerned at what he might make of what Cartman had said.

He didn't give a flying fuck what Cartman thought of the choices they made in their sex life, especially when he was basically wrong in his assumptions, but he didn't like the sound of what was being implied.

Kenny had something of a reputation after all, and Kyle hadn't minded it so far, but Kenny was worried that he might suddenly decide that it mattered.

"Fuck off, fatass." Kyle snapped, unknowingly keeping Kenny on the edge of his seat by not looking back at him, "Why do you even bother talking about things you don't know anything about?"
He finally glanced Kenny's way, allowing their eyes to meet for a second, silently assuring Kenny that everything was still okay. Kenny breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over the table, smirking at Cartman as he tried to appear as relaxed as possible.

"Seriously, dude."

Stan was watching the exchange with a frown, looking confused and a little annoyed, and Kenny sent a smile his way, as well.

"Speaking of, how are things on your end of the sex spectrum, Don Juan?"

It was just a joke. Kenny liked to badger Stan about his sex life to piss him off and embarrass him from time to time, and Stan usually just gave him a smartassed, sarcastic response.

For a moment though, Stan looked angry, and when he opened his mouth Kenny feared that he might say something he didn't want to hear. Thankfully, Cartman gracelessly interrupted.

"No, no, no- really?" He sneered at Kyle from across the table, ignoring Kenny in favor of his favorite target, "What are you, on your period or something, Kyle? Kenny seriously hasn't gotten you into bed yet?"

Kenny meant to stand up for himself, and for Kyle, but he was too distracted by Kyle's blushing, indignant, adorable expression to do so.

Stan beat him to it, "Dude, just shut up. Can you stop being a dipshit for, like, five seconds?"

That actually shut Cartman up for a minute. Why, Kenny didn't know. It wasn't profound or hurtful or threatening. More than anything else, he figured, Cartman just respected Stan the most out of the three of them.

Not enough to lay off completely, though.

" Just sayin' is all… the Kenny I know would have at least talked you into giving him head. Even if you were on the rag."

Kyle had no poker face to speak of, and his expression, along with the shade of red his face was turning, was all too telling.

Kenny fought to keep himself looking neutral and disinterested, only rolling his eyes as if what Cartman had suggested was ridiculous. Never mind that he was practically right on the ball.

The thing was, most of the girls Kenny had gone out with before dating Kyle had been attention hungry trailer park sluts with daddy issues, eager to prove to themselves that they were sexy enough to get a guy off. Kenny hadn't exactly talked them into anything, but he certainly hadn't been about to tell any of them not to touch him.

So Cartman was kind of right.

And Kyle had, as a matter of fact, given him head just the other night. But that was a very, very different situation. Kyle was smart and sexy without trying, and while he had seemed pretty eager to get Kenny off, that was only because he was so stubborn, and possibly because he'd just had his mind blown by Kenny himself.

Kenny smirked a little at that thought, then realized that he must look like he was agreeing with Cartman. Which he wasn't. Because Cartman was only half-right, and he knew it would be wrong to let his and Kyle's secret sexual affairs out in the open. He sat back and played like he had no idea what was going on.

Kyle wasn't so smooth.

"He didn't have to talk me into anything."

The words were quick and quiet, spiteful as a knife in the back and just harsh enough to hide the shame Kyle had to be feeling as he said them. He'd admitted to nothing and everything, leaving Cartman gawking and Stan blinking in surprise.

So maybe Stan hadn't heard about his and Kyle's night of passion after all?

The silence dragged heavily between the four of them, and before Kenny could think of anything funny to say to break it, Cartman snapped out of his stupor.

"Aw…Aw! Sick!"

Kenny couldn't tell if he was honestly disgusted, or just faking it. Either way, it was annoying, and was sure to piss Kyle off.

Kenny looked at him, smiling an apologetic smile, ready to calm him down in case he flew off the handle, but found that Kyle was already staring intently at Stan.

Ah, shit.

Stan, of all people, was the one who looked pissed off, whereas Kyle was managing to appear defensive and guilt ridden at the same time. He mouthed something to Stan, Kenny didn't know what, and after a moment's hesitation, Stan nodded, looking like he'd just been forced to swallow a lemon.

At the other end of the table, he heard Butters ask, "What's wrong, fellas? Did I miss something?"

"Only everything." Was the response from Craig, who hadn't been paying attention either, but knew enough about the way these things worked to know that there was no use trying to find out what had just happened.

Cartman looked like he was gearing up for a bit of retching and gagging, so Kenny jumped to intervene. He leaned up against Cartman, much to the other boy's displeasure, and said, "How about you, ol' buddy ol' pal? Seen any sexy ladies, lately?"

Watching Cartman fumble for a response other than, "Get the fuck off me!" had Stan, Kyle and Kenny laughing together again. With yet another crisis averted they were all able to go back to their normal lunchtime activities, filling up on crappy cafeteria food and complaining about how much high school sucked, despite the fact that they were all pretty happy there.

Somewhere in the course of the conversation, Kenny found himself holding hands with Kyle under their table, not minding that Kyle held on just a little too tight.

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Been a while, huh? Little over four months, if I'm not mistaken. This chapter is actually a bit lackluster for my triumphant return to this story, but- hey, I'm just glad to have gotten back to it at all. Thanks to everybody who stuck with it and read this chapter, and to all of you who review/favorite/whatever. You can expect a hell of a lot more fun in the next few chapters, folks. Conflict, conflict, conflict- wonderful.