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Very, very smut-heavy chapter. Don't like then don't read.

Crossing lines

I was so excited that night when I knocked on Kenny's door, that I could barely contain my grin as Karen opened the door.

"Oh, hey Stan."

"Hey, Karen." I smiled and stepped inside.

"You're here for Kenny again?" She sounded quite disappointed at that and pouted a bit.

"Yes, sorry." Though I wasn't at all. Quickly I made my way through the living room and knocked on Kenny's door and stepped inside.

"Hey!" I said happily.

"Hey!" He got up quickly from his bed where he was reading a magazine. As he walked towards me I took in his appearance hungrily. His blond hair wild as ever and his grin wide. His simple whitewashed jeans, sneakers and t-shirt looked great on him. He crossed his room to me in a flash and pinned me against his door. He captured my lips hungrily and I let him ravish my mouth eagerly. My hands found their way into his hair and he grabbed my waist, meshing our hips together.

"It's so good seeing you again." He breathed against my lips. He started to plant kisses against my cheeks and neck. His hands moved up and under my shirt. I shuddered as his fingers traced over my skin, sliding up to pinch my nipples.

"Kenny." I moaned and gripped his shoulders hard.

"Hm."

"You really need to learn me some more." I managed as he bucked his hips against mine. With a groan he detached himself from my neck where he had been sucking hard.

"Oh, okay." He took a deep breath and slowly moved away from me, but not before he had ran his hand through my hair again and pecked me a few times.

"But I think you would prefer it if we…talked." He said with a pointed look. I felt a blush creep on my face. Had I been that see-through?

"Erm."

"It was really quite obvious what you were hinting at, at Kyle's place." He smiled softly and pulled me towards his bed and we sat down on it. He lounged on his back, one arm behind his head and I crawled to rest against the headboard.

"So." He picked at the covers with his nimble fingers and looked at me. "You want to date properly." It was more a statement than an actual question, I answered it nonetheless.

"Yes, yes, I guess." I was nervous. Really, really nervous. I didn't dare to think about the possibility he would laugh at me. I felt I had to explain myself to him.

"It's just that I really feel like we have a connection, because we've known each other for such a long time and I feel it would be a shame if we didn't make more of this than just you know….making out and stuff." He kept looking at me.

"I see. What made you feel like this?"

"What?"

"You haven't said anything like this after the first few times we manhandled each other. What changed?"

"I, ah, I saw you talking to Bebe the other day and-." He fell back laughing mid-sentence.

"Oh my God! You are jealous!" He hiccoughed and he was clutching his sides while laughing so hard.

"It's not funny, Kenny!" I was started to feel angry because he wasn't taking me serious. "You have been with half the school and I was beginning to feel like I was just a number to you." His laughter died down immediately.

"Are you serious?"

"YES! You have dated and dumped so many people that I thought you were doing the same to me."

Silently he stared at me and fiddled some more with the covers.

"I guess that's pretty fair." He mumbled. "But I was serious when I said you are very important to me, Stan. As a friend but also as…" He gestured between the two of us. "Whatever this is."

"I know." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I never even knew seeing you with Bebe could make me-."

"Act like a jealous bitch?" He grinned. His hand came up to grasp my knee and he softly caressed it through the jeans.

"Yeah." I whispered back.

"Did you think I was sleeping with her on the side? Or that I was fooling around with you behind her back?" That was exactly what I had been thinking.

"Well, yes. Maybe."

He scooted up closer and let his hand move up over my thigh, caressing me with his gentle fingers. The grin on his face became wider. "Could you get any cuter than this?"

"Wha-Kenny! This is serious!"

"I know, I know."

"So, erm, were you?"

"Yes." I felt the ground beneath me disappear. With rapid blinking I tried to stop myself from crying. He noticed and came up to sit next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Wait! Wait! Hear me out! Okay?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to but he started talking quickly, as if he had seen my unease.

"When we started fooling around I was also seeing Bebe, you know this." I nodded.

"But I realized very soon that I liked seeing you a lot more than I liked seeing her so I broke it off with her."

"When?" He seemed a bit uncomfortable at my question.

"After you jacked me off."

"What, that soon?" At that confession I felt all my tears dry up completely.

"Yes, okay! I realized you were way more important to me and that I wanted to see where things were heading. Because when we had fooled around the second time it became clear to me that it wasn't just a coincidence."

It made a lot of sense. But I honestly hadn't thought he would do something like that.

"So…?" I prompted, willing him to finish his story. He caressed my shoulder and leaned in. That wonderful Kenny smell was all around me and I noticed I was getting very aroused because of it. The memory of how he had touched and kissed me when I had entered his room vivid in my mind's eye.

"So after that time I told Bebe I didn't want to date her anymore. I said I had met someone with whom I really hit it off and that I wanted to give it a shot." His other hand came up and he caressed my cheek with his warm fingers. I closed my eyes and leaned into his soft touch.

"But, well." He chuckled and his warm breath fell on my lips. "It wasn't the first time I had told her that, so she never stopped flirting with me."

"Hm." I noticed my own hand had moved on its own accord, tracing random patterns on his hip.

"Why don't you ever flirt with me?" I breathed as his hand slid into my hair.

"But I do, all the time." I snorted softly. That was totally true. "You just never flirt back, unless we're alone together."

"You want me to flirt back in public?"

"Oh, Stan." He moved closer and I could feel his lips grazing over mine as he spoke. "There are so many things I want us to do to in public." My grin was smothered by his lips as he closed the distance between us. We kissed slowly and deeply. I felt warm all over as his emotions poured into me through the kiss. His adoration, his passion for me, I could feel them as he pressed his lips to mine eagerly. He broke our kiss and looked me in the eye.

"Does this mean that we are officially dating?" He asked, his hand sliding down to my shoulder again. With a smile I pressed our foreheads together.

"Yes. If you want to."

"Of course I want to!" He chuckled. "If you stop fooling around with Kyle."

"What? NO! Kyle is my best friend I would never-." But he laughed out loud and ruffled my hair.

"I know dude! But I do get this weird vibe from him."

"What, that he likes me or something?!" The thought was even more alarming when said out loud.

"No more that he's, I don't know, maybe gay or something?"

"Oh, Lord. Him too?"

"Well, I'm not gay." Kenny huffed, flicking some hair out of his eyes. "I'm Stansexual." I laughed really loudly at that.

"I know what you mean, he's hiding something from us."

"Speaking of hiding. Have you told Kyle? Because judging from what he said last night I think you haven't."

"No, I haven't." I said guiltily.

"Do you want to?"

"I'm not sure, not yet. I don't know how he will react to it."

"If he turns out gay himself I don't think we have a lot to worry about."

"But if not then-."

"He will be supportive, that uptight Jewish princess better be!" Kenny sounded nearly like Cartman right now.

"I know, I'll tell him. Just not right now, 'kay?"

He nodded. "You want us to be secret lovers?" His eyes were dancing with joy and secret promises. It sounded like he had a lot of ideas of how we could sneak behind our friends' back.

"For a bit."

"Okay." He leaned in to kiss me again, deeply and longingly. My hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer. With a sigh he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth to meet mine. His hands roved over my body desperately.

"Fuck, you're such a great kisser." He moaned against my lips.

"Hmm..you too. No wonder Bebe wants you back." He backed away to laugh at my statement. He got up from the bed. I tried to ignore the obvious bulge in his pants.

"You needed to learn more poker?" He asked and he walked towards his desk, rummaging around in the drawers.

"Yes." I said, as I got up from the bed too.

"It's making me really stressed out. We're having a practice again this Friday." Token had texted me just an hour ago and already the prospect of having to play against Cartman again made me nervous. Kenny found a deck of cards and turned to me.

"Stress isn't good when you're playing, especially when you're playing against Cartman."

"I know, I need to relieve me off my stress."

I swallowed down a heavy knot in my throat as I stepped up to him.

"I can also relieve myself of some stress here." He nearly dropped the deck of cards. The look he shot back at me was incredulous. Like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Or, or you could help me relieve me of my stress?" I finished unnecessarily, the tone of my voice making it clear I wasn't just suggesting jacking off, of course, he picked up on that.

"Fuck, Stan." He whispered, he dropped the deck of cards on his desk and he moved closer to me, eyes wide in disbelief. "What do you want to do?" He whispered, tentatively raising his hand and caressed my arm, eyes never leaving my face as I blushed a deep red.

"E-everything." His hand slid up further, pulling me in for a kiss. Soft, promising.

"You know we don't have to."

"I-I know." I stepped closer, pressing our chests against each other. "But I want to." He nodded slightly and kissed me again. I responded desperately, wrapping my arms around him. He broke our kiss and rested his forehead against mine, already breathing heavily.

"Tell me what you want Stan." He whispered. "Tell me and I'll give it to you." I blushed even more, hoping he would avoid that question.

"I want you to-." I couldn't say it, not while he was looking at me with those intense eyes. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered against it.

"I want to have sex. With you. With you on top." I managed in a tiny voice. I felt him dig his nails into my arms at my statement.

"Are you sure?" He breathed back.

"Yes." I kissed his neck. "Please, Kenny." He chuckled against me.

"Like you would have to ask."

His hands moved to my shirt and he pulled it up over my head, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes moved over my skin, appreciation shining out of them. That look still made me a bit nervous as I was not used to it. It was astonishing that someone like Kenny could find me hot. Without hesitation he took off his own shirt too.

"Let's take it slow." I whispered panicking a bit at the fact that we were both already half naked in his room. His eyes moved up to catch mine again. He nodded in an understanding way and stepped forward, kissing me again. I permitted myself to get lost in his kissing. My hands encountered the soft skin of his shoulders, pulling him in closer. A soft moan escaped his lips as our bare chests met and I shivered at the sound. His mouth left mine and he started to kiss and suck on my neck. My hands drifted over his back, his waist and then up over his chest. His hands traveled over my back and he sighed against my skin at the feel of my back. With his mouth pressed against my collarbone he whispered:

"Want to lie on the bed?"

"Yes." I breathed. He moved away from me, pulling me back by the loops of my jeans towards his bed. He was barely suppressing the grin on his face. I lay down on my back and Kenny got on his knees on the covers. He reached under his bed and grabbed something to put it on his nightstand. Condoms and a bottle of lube. My eyes widened at that. He chuckled at my expression.

"Relax! That's for later. So that I don't have to go looking for it." I nodded, my eyes on the bottle of lube. It was new. That fact made me frown.

"When did you get this?" He blushed faintly at my question.

"Today during lunch break."

"Why?"

"Well, to be honest. I was hoping you would ask me what you asked me just now."

"You figured I would ask you?"

He leaned in to kiss me reassuringly. "No, I hoped." He smiled softly. "I've wanted to do this for quite some time now." I smiled back.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, hell yeah." He whispered, this time leaning in to kiss my neck. My hands settled on his shoulders as his mouth moved lower, kissing my collarbone and his fingers trailing over my hips and still clothed legs. That warm mouth moved lower and lower, kissing my chest, sucking on my nipples and tongue trailing over the hairs around my belly button.

By the time he was kissing around the hem of my jeans I was panting, hands clawing at his shoulders. I needed more. And I needed something different than just this. My hands moved to unbuckle my jeans. He backed up to help me and instead of just my jeans, he slid my boxers down too.

I swallowed as I found myself naked on his bed. But his smile and lust filled eyes told me I had nothing to worry about. My hands moved to his jeans and I undid them. He grinned and got up, easily sliding out of his jeans and boxers too. I blushed harder when I saw his hard and pink erection. Kenny was never shy or uncomfortable naked, just like now. He moved back over my body kissing my chest and letting his hands wander over my legs, parting them slightly. I moaned as his fingers skidded over my erection. I needed attention so badly.

"Kenny, please." I moaned. He chuckled, mouth against my hipbone. Slowly he wrapped his hand around my erection, stroking it tenderly. I whimpered loudly and clutched the pillow behind my head.

"Do you want me to suck you?" He whispered, mouth agonizingly close to my erection.

"Yes! Yes, please!" I groaned. A load moan trembled in my throat as he closed his lips over my hard erection, sucking at just the tip. His hand was still sliding up and down the shaft as he took me in a bit deeper. I moaned, eyes closed and I let my hand pet his hair lazily. He raised himself up on his knees and I felt him moan around my erection. I peeked out of my eyes and saw him jerking himself off as he sucked me.

"Oh, oh, shit." I groaned. "God, Kenny." It was such an erotic sight to see my erection disappearing between his plush, wet lips his slim fingers stroking me and his other hand moving in time with his movements. I let my head fall back, enjoying his warm and confident treatment. My body was tensing, trembling under the pleasure he was giving me. Another moan vibrated against my cock and I whimpered at the intense feeling. I was close, so close. But Kenny's mouth left me and he moved up, his hands coming to caress my shoulders.

"I don't want you to come just yet."

I panted and looked at him.

"Okay." He kissed me hungrily, desperately.

"Is it okay if I, uhm…" He grinned goofily at me. I nodded, understanding his question. He reached behind me to grab one of his pillows.

"Should I turn over?" I whispered.

"I think that will be easier." He leaned in to kiss me again, longingly and sweet. I accepted the kiss, taking the opportunity to run my hands over his body one last time. I broke the kiss and turned over onto my elbows, Kenny rose my hips to place the pillow underneath. I felt the nerves creep back into me but Kenny was crawling over me. His hands caressing my shoulders, rubbing them reassuringly. I closed my eyes and sighed contently, letting the stress flee from my body. He moved back and I parted my legs so that he could settle between them. His hands left mine and I heard him open the bottle of lube, I heard him squeeze some out of it onto his hand. His left hand returned to my waist, trailing over it. He moved his hand slowly over my waist and then slid down over my ass. I breathed in shakily as his fingers caressed the skin.

"If you want to stop at any moment, then that's fine. You know that right?" I looked over my shoulder and our eyes met. His eyes were dark with lust and he let them drop down to my backside, his look hungry and nearly desperate.

"I know. I trust you." I whispered. He smiled and I both felt and saw his left hand slid to the middle of my ass, fingers skimming over my entrance. A whimper fell from my lips at the strange contact. He repeated the movement, letting me adjust to getting touched there. My eyes closed on their own accord and I could only focus on his soft touch. Then his fingers left, gripping my ass cheek and spreading me open. Instantly a slick finger prodded me, sliding in in one go. I sucked in a loud, surprised breath. I hadn't expected him to do it so soon. It was very intrusive but didn't hurt yet. He kept his finger there, moving around a bit.

"Oh, fuck!" My legs, jerked wider on their own accord. He kept massaging me a bit, carefully relaxing the muscles. I whimpered and panted loudly into the pillow I was clutching like a lifeline. I started to enjoy the soft caress and when he carefully pulled his finger out and pushed it back in I felt a loud whine vibrate in my throat. He pulled out entirely and then he pressed back in. Two fingers this time.

"Oh! Oh!" I panted. His left hand caressed my hips. It was such an intense feeling, getting stretched like this.

"Damn, you're really hot Stan." He moaned behind me. His treatment started to become a bit more urgent, pressing in and out of me a tad faster. I could only pant as he stretched me bit by bit. Sweat was making the back of my neck sticky and my legs spread wider and wider, seemingly trying to invite more of Kenny in. The feeling wasn't so alien anymore, in fact I was enjoying it immensely. Kenny knew and started to push in deeper. I gasped when a third finger pressed in and whined into my pillow. The stretch a bit painful but the way he nearly tenderly stretched me and caressed me from the inside made it feel good almost instantly after. It was a pleasure such as I had never felt before.

"Feels so good, Ken." I groaned as his fingers stroked me and pleasure shot through me.

"Good." He whispered back. "You think you're ready for me?"

"Yes! Please!" The mere idea of Kenny being that close to me made desperate with desire. His fingers left me and I heard him reach for the condoms and lube. I looked over my shoulders, willing him to hurry up. I could see he was very aroused, his erection hard against his abdomen. With practiced fingers he rolled a condom on and squeezed even more lube onto his erection. Our eyes met and he smiled reassuringly, rubbing the lube over himself. He leaned in to put a kiss against my mouth, his free hand on my ass, his erection rubbing against my opening.

"Tell me if it hurts okay?" He sounded a bit nervous.

"Yeah, okay." I smiled gently against his mouth. He let out a shaky breath and backed up. With one hand he carefully spread me open and he used his other to guide his erection into me. The tip slid in easily but then I clamped down onto him instinctively. He moaned at the feeling and his hand gripped me hard.

"Oh, damn." He muttered softly, his hands stroking and rubbing my ass gently. I took a few deep breaths and I felt myself relax. With a sigh he pushed in fully, not stopping until he was fully inside me. He leaned over me again, kissing my shoulders and back his breathing hard. I knew my breathing was the same.

"How does it feel?" He whispered, mouth against my back.

"Good." I groaned. It was a weird concoction of slight pain and overwhelming pleasure. A full feeling combined with a pressure and stretching that felt really, really good. His hand slipped through the sweaty strands of my hair.

"You can move." I panted. With a moan he withdrew and then pressed back in. He picked up a slow, rocking pace an intense, wonderful sensation shooting through me. Breathy moans fell into my ear as Kenny propped himself up on his elbow, leaning over me. His lips kissed my neck, my ear and my shoulders.

"You feel fantastic, Stan." He whispered. "So warm." He moaned. "So tight." He was changing his angle and he knew what he was searching for. I bucked up, trying to help him. On the fourth push he hit it. It was pleasure on a level I had never experienced it before. I heard a very loud groan and I didn't realize immediately it had been me. He whimpered at my groaning and pushed into me hard, hitting that spot. He leaned back and grabbed my hips in both his hands, grinding into me. I pushed my head into the pillow, trying to smother some of the groans that kept spilling from my lips. He wasn't hitting that spot fast enough.

"Faster, Kenny!" I groaned, trying to push back against him. But he gripped my hips harder, so that he could control my movements better. He leaned in and groaned in my ear:

"I can't, Stan." He planted kisses against my shoulders. "I'll come." He explained in a low voice.

"I don't mind." And I really didn't. I wanted him to come. He exhaled shakily against my shoulder blades and moved back onto the balls of his feet, ramming into me hard. I permitted him to pull me back. I moved my right hand down and gripped my forgotten erection, pulling on it fast.

"Oh, fuck! You're touching yourself." He groaned. "Fuck, that's so hot!" I was only minutes away I knew and I felt myself clenching around him.

"Oh, God! I can't! I can't-" He whimpered and then he jerked into me hard. He panted through his orgasm. I wasn't there yet and tugged harder at my erection but he pulled out and turned me over. I was startled and gasped even louder when his mouth landed on me, sucking me hard and fast. Then his fingers pushed in easily and he crooked them, hitting my prostrate. With a grunt I came into his mouth. I could only lie back and pant as he pushed himself up and reached for some tissues. He spit into some tissues. He looked at me apologetically.

"Bitter." He put the tissues on his bed stand and took off his condom, tied it up and put it next to the tissues. I scooted over so he could lie next to me. He grinned at me and I leaned in to kiss me, tasting a hint of myself on his lips.

"Fuck, that was nice." I whispered.

"Good." He smiled, his hands stroking me through my hair. I heard a trace of insecurity in his soft voice.

"Oh? What's this? Were you unsure about that?" I grinned devilishly.

"Well, it was the first time I ever did a dude."

"Jesus, Ken!" I laughed at his blunt statement. He grinned some more and I pulled him close, so that we were hugging.

"God, I'm tired." He whispered, laying his head on my collarbone.

"No shit, you just fucked me hard and good."

"Hm, say that again." He whispered. I chuckled.

"You just fucked me hard and good."

"Hmmm." He hummed in approval. "Want it again?"

"Not now, I'll probably be sore from this already." He stroke my arm and I felt my eyes slip close. It was really nice to just lay like this.

"But, later…?" He pressed on.

"Hm, yes, Kenny." My hands slid into his hair.

"Go to sleep, Stan."

"Sleep tight, Ken."

Woohoo!

Next chapter will have more poker, some revenge and suspicions...oh la la