K2: Save Me From Myself Chapter 10
I awake in a familiar enough setting: on a floor with Kenny close by. But this time it's so different. I've finally accepted my feelings for him. And it feels so good.
His breathing causes me to rise and fall with his chest. I try not to move, because I don't want to disturb him, but I'm just so fidgety. I want him to know how happy I am at this moment, how much this means to me. How much it always meant to me.
I watch his face. His mouth hangs open slightly and he snores quietly. His eyes are peacefully shut. His hair is completely in disarray. I giggle quietly to myself. I love him. I truly love him.
He begins to stir. I look up at him as his eyes slowly open. He looks down at me and blinks a few times. I smile happily at him. He smiles groggily. I kiss him, mouth closed, chaste.
"Morning Kenny," I say cheerfully. He doesn't respond. The silence stretches on, but it isn't an uncomfortable one. "...enjoying the view?"
"Hell yeah I am," he replies, kissing me once more. I respond lovingly, accepting as he wins the fight for dominance. He explores my mouth, tasting, lingering, caressing. I feel a certain part of me grow. He notices and pulls away. "Happy are we?" I blush and smile.
"You know I am. I love you." He smiles widely. I feel my heart swell in my chest. If I could make him smile like that all the time, my life would be completely fulfilled.
"You sure are saying that a lot, you know," he comments. I blush as he strokes my cheek with his long, nimble fingers. His touch makes me shudder with delight.
"Well, I like saying it. Do you want me to stop?" I ask. He shakes his head sternly and kisses me.
"Never."
FIVE YEARS LATER "Kenny! Karen! Breakfast is ready!" I call loudly from the kitchen of our apartment. Karen is the first one to join me, rubbing sleep from her eyes but smiling brightly at me all the same. I return her smile warmly, feeling positively giddy.
"Good morning Kyle," she says, yawning widely and snagging a piece of toast. She looks around our little apartment. "Kenny still sleeping?" I sigh, trying to hide a small smile.
"It would seem that way." I call to him again. There's no reply. "It would also seem that I must go and tickle him to get him up. I shall be back." Karen giggles.
I make my way to our room and knock on the door. There's a faint groan from the other side. I smile and shake my head, opening the door. He is twisted into a strange heap on the bed, one arm under him and one over his head. His legs are twisted in the blanket and I wonder if he tried to stand if he would just fall over. I go to him and poke him in the back sharply, causing him to twitch and groan at me.
"Time to get up, lazy ass," I sing sweetly. "Breakfast is ready." He makes no move to get up. I begin tickling him. He laughs uncontrollably and tries to wriggle away from me. I lean closer to reach him. He flips over and pulls me down onto the bed with him. "Well that was a silly idea, now it's easier for me to reach you."
"Yes, but I am stronger than you," he points out, pinning me underneath him before I can even react. He captures my wrists and pins them over my head. I give him a disdainful look. He smirks and lowers himself slowly, kissing me deeply. I sigh into his mouth and kiss back, shuddering as his tongue dances around playfully inside my mouth. He releases my wrists and runs his fingers through my hair. I cup his face in my hands. He bites my lower lip lightly, causing me to whimper. I can feel his satisfied smile. He kisses me one final time, pulling away to look down on me with a deeply pleased look. "You know you can't resist me."
"Oh?" I inquire, sneakily getting enough leverage to thrust my weight into him and roll him over. I am now on top of him. He looks up at me, blue eyes sparkling, and his mouth twisting into a smile that he cannot hide. "Well, I suppose that's true." I lean down and kiss him once more. As soon as he gets into it, however, I pull away teasingly. He whimpers in protest. "Then again, I have more self-control than you." I get off him and grab his arm, pulling him up. He allows it. "Come get something to eat." He yawns and faux-scowls, but his eyes are alight with happiness. I lead him to the tiny kitchen, where Karen sits, finishing up her breakfast. She sticks her tongue out at her brother. He flips her off, but turns his head to conceal a smile. He ruffles her hair as he passes.
"Mornin' little sis. Off to class?" Karen has been in school to become a teacher. A horn honks outside. She takes an enthusiastic bite of her toast and grabs her bag, kissing her brother, and then me, on the cheek.
"I'll see you guys later!" she calls over her shoulder, running to meet her ride. As soon as the door closes, Kenny comes over to me, pulling me close and burying his face in my hair. I laugh and kiss his cheek. His hand slides up my shirt and I shiver.
"K-Kenny...I ha...ve t-to...class..." His tongue forces itself into my mouth, and I cannot help myself. A voice in my head is scolding me harshly. 'You have to get to class!' it chides. 'Don't you care about becoming a surgeon? This is your final year!' Another voice tells it to fuck off and then the argument becomes foggy as Kenny's hand slips down my pants, stroking me gently. His touch makes my skin tingle. Before I know what's happening, I'm on the floor, being stripped of clothing. Kenny is driven by mad passion, becoming impatient with my slow and lethargic movements. When did I become the tired one?
The sharp ring of a phone makes him stop for a moment. He glares at the offending device before trying to return to what he'd been doing. I gently place a hand on his chest. I push him away. He sighs and gives up, mumbling about killjoys. I flick him in the arm and grab the phone.
"Hello?" I ask. Kenny approaches from behind, kissing my neck. I smack him, but he can't be deterred.
"Hey Kyle, it's Stan," he says brightly from the other end of the line. "I was just wondering if you'd wanna go with me and Butters to the movies later?" Kenny bites my earlobe, making me yelp. "Kyle? Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, sure, we'll come," I stammer, feeling heat creeping up my face. Kenny chuckles. I whip around and fix him with a withering glare. He merely smiles at me. I can't help as my mouth trembles and I'm smiling too.
"Great! Well we'll see you later then!" He hangs up. Kenny pulls me close once more, but I hold up my hands to stop him. Now that I've had an interruption, my senses seem to have returned. Unfortunately.
"Look, I really need to get to class. Do you want me to give you a ride to work?" He sighs and nods dejectedly. I smile and kiss him briefly; he can't help but smile too.
Kenny has been promoted at the shop. He now runs the place. He makes enough, along with my part-time job, for all three of us to live together. In a few years, once I've graduated and Karen's moved out, he's gonna go back to school. At least that's what he's planning. But we're so happy the way we are now, I think it'd be okay if he stayed on at the shop. But whatever he wants, I'm okay with.
We reach the shop and share a quick kiss before he jumps out of the car and heads inside. He waves as I drive away. I smile to myself.
We hurry along through the cold to meet Stan and Butters inside the theatre. Kenny holds my hand as we cross the parking lot. We are enveloped in the smell of popcorn and the cheerful bustling along of restless and excited people. Stan waves to us from across the room. He holds Butters's hand for all to see. We make our way over to them.
Stan and Butters started going out about two months after the fiasco a few years ago. They've been together ever since. And they've been very good for each other. Stan was damaged after the war, and Butters's pure and innocent nature was what he needed to become whole again. And Butters needed someone who would protect him and love him with all their heart. Stan has become that person.
All four of us walk into the movie, scoping out the place so we can find seats together. We manage to snag four in the back. I roll my eyes. Stan and Kenny must not be too interested in what we're going to be watching. I feel like a teenager again.
The movie starts and we all get comfortable. Kenny grabs my hand once again. I kiss him on the cheek. We watch the movie quietly. For about ten minutes, maybe. Then Kenny is grabbing me, pulling me onto him, kissing me passionately. One hand rakes through my hair, one goes up my shirt. His tongue slides across my bottom lip. My hands are lost in his hair. Soon I'm being dragged out of the theatre and to the bathroom. Kenny locks the door and he's pinning me against the wall. He pulls my shirt over my head. The absurdity of this situation makes me laugh. We're about to have sex in the bathroom of a movie theatre.
"I've been waiting for this all day," Kenny whispers against my ear, making me shudder. He pulls out a pack of lube from his pocket that I hadn't known he had with him. I brace myself against the wall as he enters into me. I gasp and groan. He pushes himself further in. I try to contain my ragged screams, covering my mouth with my hand. Kenny chuckles. A sudden thrust from him makes me cry out from between my fingers. His hands are on my hips, fingers digging in and most likely breaking skin. One hand winds around me and grips my cock firmly. He slowly begins to rub the head, teasing me. I whimper. I can practically hear his smirk. He moves faster. I claw at the wall, nothing to dig my nails into. I bite down on my lip as I climax. He is soon done too. He leans onto me, smiling lazily. "If only you could see how red your face is right now. Oh wait, you can, there's mirrors all over there." I can feel my blush darken. He kisses my flaming cheeks. "I love you."
"I fucking hate you. I can't believe you just forced me into having sex in a movie theatre bathroom..." My sense of shame seems to have returned. Kenny laughs.
"Hey, I didn't force you into anything. I didn't hear any protests from you." I huff and turn away. He rubs my bare ass, something he does any time I turn my back on him. I look over my shoulder to glare at him.
"Fine, convinced then. Do you feel no embarrassment about this?" I ask, truly curious. The grin that spreads across his face is so completely Kenny that it makes me smile also.
"I have no shame. Just wait 'til you see the other places I plan to have sex. I have a list and everything. Would you like to see it?" I groan; I'm not entirely sure he's joking. He comes over and hugs me tightly. I hold on and nuzzle my face in his neck.
"I love you too by the way."
We say our goodbyes to Stan and Butters and head home. We walk the clear sidewalk, the stars and moon shining brightly overhead to light our way. Kenny's fingers are laced between mine. We talk of nothing, laughing and enjoying ourselves. I love that after all this time we can still think of things to talk about.
Karen has already ordered Chinese, which we all chow down on at our little table. Karen fits in so well in our little household; she's practically become my own sister.
After dinner, we've all got things to do. Karen and I work on things for school, while Kenny...well, Kenny merely tries to distract us. He seems to enjoy it. He prods and pokes and tickles, leaving very little room for thinking. Eventually Karen goes to her room, having given up on being productive. I also give in to Kenny's constant whining about wanting to go to bed. He grabs my hand and I allow him to lead me to our bedroom. He collapses on the bed. I curl up next to him, trying to warm my feet against him. He wraps an arm around me, kissing my forehead. He's out in a matter of minutes.
I smile to myself. To think of all the shit that had to happen to get us here. Now we're our own strange little family. I snuggle a bit closer.
"I love you," I whisper into the darkness. I see him smile in his sleep. I shut my eyes and begin to feel myself drifting away. Things have never been this simple, this easy. I love every minute of it. Even so, I don't care how complicated things may become. As long as I have Kenny beside me, I'll be okay.