SILVERWARE
by shannello

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a/n: it's all over, loves. i hope you enjoyed this little slice of shit. honestly, i didn't think i'd actually finish it! it's thanks to some sweet fucking reviewers and friends that encouraged and motivated me to continue and dish out the rest. and, if you'd avert your attention to this paragraph right here, i actually included the title in this freakin' fic. hehe. i guess that officially ties things up. thank you, once again, i wholly believe that the completion of this story is thanks to you, definitely, and tell me what you think! love it, hate it (okay, don't tell me that, plz), beg me for more, whatev! i love you all with my teeny tiny heart and i hope to hear from youuu. i hope this inspires other writers to take up kyle/kenny. may kenny and kyle fall in love in a million more fics.

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Life eventually went back to normal.

Okay, being honest, South Park, Colorado wasn't exactly normal to begin with. People burst into flames sporadically, eight-year-olds caused mass-flooding, the homeless over-ran, the mayor was a dirty lesbian—okay, sorry about that last one.

But, speaking on behalf of the town itself, after those two little homos finally accepted their freakin' attraction and went steady, well, the atmosphere around South Park cleared up a little. The number of the spontaneous combusted went down a nudge.

Their classmates, Stan, Cartman, Butters, Craig, Clyde, Wendy, Bebe, Annie, etc., urged the two to throw a Finally Together party but they refused—Kyle was joining Narcotics Anonymous and didn't want to mess this up.

Soon Kyle would be clean as a whistle and would have control over his actions (which was what he wanted all along). It'd be hard, he knew that, but he was willing to fucking try.

And Kenny was damn proud. Boy, did he love that kid.

Kyle was joining NA and actually trying to change his lifestyle, Kenny had a steady job, and they knew they'd stay together for a long freakin' time. Ultimately, they both knew college may or may not split them up, but both of them were ready to commit to anything. Kenny would move to Massachusetts for Kyle, since he was definitely going to get into Harvard and they'd live in a cozy little apartment somewhere in Cambridge or the surrounding area. They'd buy silverware with Ks on their handles, and Kenny would learn how to cook, and Kyle would come home from work and they'd make love like it was their first time all over again, only not as awkward and uncomfortable. And, with the unlikely possibility that Kenny couldn't move, Kyle vowed to stay loyal, no matter what.

Because, well, they'd come this far.

They'd gone through fucking enough shit to designate them as husband and husband by now.

No more freakin' denial. That was a dark period of their past and neither of them was willing to go back.

Now their days were a little different from the constant hot-looks-from-across-the-hall-quick-make-out-in-janitor's-closet-repeated-argument-about-what-was-going-on-between-them-denial-intiated-run-away-blushing-go-home-think-about-each-other-go-to-sleep-wake-up and repeat.

An increase in video game playage, a lot of hot, steamy sex that their friends were uncomfortable with but obviously jealous of, a long, sickeningly sweet romance that two teenaged boys shouldn't been able to really take seriously but did, and complementary study time outlined their days together.

Some fighting was necessary to keep things real, but, no, Kenny never cheated. He knew when to keep it in his pants, and, whenever Kyle had that look in his eye, when to take it back out.

Which, in fact, was exactly what they were doing now, to commemorate the first day of summer and their 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 month affair, and, officially, their almost two strong months of actual dating.

Kenny's hand was on Kyle's cock, rhythmically jerking him off. Kyle stifled a moaned.

"You don't have to be so shy, dude. We've done this a million times," remarked Kenny, eyeing his boyfriend suspiciously. "Just let it out."

Kyle moaned a little louder, but, of course, Kenny was not satisfied.

"Louder," growled the blonde, increasing in speed.

Kyle just couldn't hold it in.

"Awh, dude," groaned Kenny, releasing Kyle's dick. "I didn't want you to come so soon!"

"S-sorry," stuttered Kyle, sucking in quick breaths. "You're getting better at that."

"Better?" asked Kenny. Amusing. "And I thought I'd mastered that expertise pretty completely…"

"Hah hah," said Kyle sarcastically. "You know what I mean."

Kenny blinked at him almost innocently. "No. I'm afraid I don't."

Skillfully, he crawled over Kyle's sheets and pinned his boyfriend down. "Maybe you'll have to show me."

Kyle glared at him. Ah, but it was visibly half-hearted. Eventually, Kyle commenced the make-out and slid his clammy hands into Kenny's jeans.

"I'm still pretty terrible at this, I hope you know," said Kyle into Kenny's ear. He chewed gently on his boyfriend's ear lobe.

"I'm sure you'll do fine," laughed Kenny.

Kyle's hand moved up and down, slowly, then eventually gained speed. He handled Kenny with precision—Kenny was so so proud.

"I see I've taught you well," he remarked, feigning haughtiness. Mmm, he may have moaned a little, but unlike his beautiful, red-haired counterpart, Kenny wasn't afraid to show his appreciation or joy.

He guessed that's what he could call them, being together like this, but not only like this. They felt genuinely good when they were just sitting by each other, knees brushing, toes touching underneath a table, hands bumping into each other while they walked—it was a real, indisputable happiness that overcame them when they were simply together. Talking, sitting in silence, neither mattered at all.

Just a flicker of green eyes, a flash of baby blues, the creeping flush, the pounding hearts. It was typical of them, but it was definitely a custom they neither wanted to break or could.

"Kyle," breathed Kenny, feeling rejuvenated and happy. "I—"

"Save it," ordered Kyle, and Kenny loved when he dominated him like that.

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a/n: bye bye forever dearies.
- shannello :)