High School – Chapter 10: Chips and Rats

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A/N: I did it! My goal was to get this out my Saturday for my friends birthday! Happy Birthday, girl! She loves this story and was ready for more. I apologize for this taking so long to post! I've begun working on more already.

There might be a change in my plans for the end couple line up. I'll let you know more by the end.

WARNING: This is rated M!

Kenny's Point of View

The weather had become warm at the beginning of June in South Park, my hands tucked away in my jean pockets as I walked over to the Tucker residence. Stan had called us both last night and we agreed to meet. I had some things I wanted to tell them, and I needed their help with the scavenger hunt left by Kev.

A text made me flinch and I pulled my shitty old phone from my pocket. Kyle sent me a photo of him with a fake mustache. I snorted, glancing around and raised a brow when another arrived to reveal he was shopping with Henrietta and Tweek at Hot Topic. The three each wearing different sets of fake facial hair. I went back to the picture of just Kyle and bit my bottom lip before setting the image as my background. There was no way I could miss out on the experience to see his face every day. Maybe I shouldn't take him away for the night again. I don't want his mom worrying. I typed a quick return message: You don't need facial hair lol and then hit send.

Tucking my phone away, I continued to Craig's place getting there right as Stan arrived. He nodded at me as we walked up the front steps. "Morning, how was your night?" One of his hands ringing the bell and he glanced at me.

It had been a long night for me. Craig didn't need to know everything, I had spent it with Kyle at his room and his mom kept popping in so I did my best not to act romantic where she wouldn't ask questions. He said he didn't need his parents being weird like the Tweaks and Tuckers were. It was one-hundred percent understandable. Also, she had already been questioning him about us disappearing together for a night. That was about as much pressure we could handle.

The door swung open to reveal Mrs. Tucker, the tall woman stepping to the side to let us enter. "Craig is up in his room. I'm sure you can both go ahead." She gestured to the stairway and we began to climb the steps hearing music softly blaring in the distance. It got louder with each passing step as we approached Craig's room. I could make out the words, "...sometimes I find it hard to believe~ there's someone else who could be just as pissed off as me..." being screamed by John Cooper from Skillet. The song rolled over into another loud raging beat of mayhem.

I pushed the door open to see Craig jumping around and banging his head enthusiastically. Stan and I glanced at one another until he froze. "Oh, hey guys, how long have you been there?" He slowly walked over to his CD player turning it down.

Stan clicked his tongue softly, "We just got here. But, we can leave if you're enjoying yourself?"

Craig chuckled, slapping a hand down on Stan's shoulder to drag him in and I closed the door to give us some privacy. Stan and Craig took a seat on his bed and I plopped down in his desk chair. For a moment, we all just stared at one another until Stan cleared his throat.

"So, I stopped by Taco Bell yesterday and saw Kyle, he seemed to be in an oddly good mood." One of his brows rose and I saw him glance at me.

My phone buzzed again, I pulled it out and grinned at Kyle's new message: Really? I was thinking about growing a beard and everything. I snorted and flipped my phone shut deciding now wasn't the time to respond seeing as I could feel two sets of eyes on me.

I adjusted my position, leaning forward and looking at them. "I have a few things to share with you guys." Stan sighed heavily, looking away from me and Craig gave a nod with a serious expression on his face. "I… I have to… I need to confide- No, I'm figuring things out with Kyle. I'm not sure if what we're doing is dating, but it is private. We're taking it slow and figuring things out together."

Stan held up a hand out to Craig and Craig slapped a twenty into Stan's hand. "I knew it! Of course, after what I saw at Clyde's party… I'm not surprised." He smirked, my shoulders sunk and I tried to understand what Kyle and I had done to make him know. I was so nervous for nothing. Well, at least it was out there now.

"I need to tell you guys one other thing." They glanced at each other before both leaning in together. "I need your help solving a scavenger hunt from my brother, Kevin. He said he left me something important. I have no fucking idea where it is."

The door burst open and Mrs. Tucker walks in carrying a bowl of chips. "Craig, you should really leave the door open when you have boys over. I don't think your father would approve if you had a threesome." Craig flinched, staring at his mother with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. Slowly, his middle finger rose into the air and he glared at the woman that gave him life. She giggled before returning the gesture. "Son, the door stays open when you have boys in your room."

His hand slowly curled where his fingers rested on the bridge of his nose. "Alright mom, thanks for the chips. Talk to you later." He waved her off, clearly annoyed.

Craig leaned back, flopping down on his bed, and he stared at his ceiling. "How about we gather a group for next week and go see that new movie that is out: Love, Simon? Tweek said he really wants to see it and I think I heard Butters say he's interested as well."

I leaned forward, I honestly would love to hang out with everyone, but my model gig was slowly becoming a career and they had me booked all this week for random shit. "I'll have to pass over everything this week. Maybe next will be free." I gave an apologetic look and then they glanced at one another.

Stan snorted, "of course, Mr. Popular. We're sorry for thinking you had any free time for sad, low saps such as we." This sarcastic bastard. He dramatically lowered his head into his hands and Craig flung his arms as he leaned over to push his forehead onto Stan's shoulder sadly. I began to chuckle drawing their attention and we all began to laugh hysterically. There could be no understanding as to what just happened.

We sat in silence until Stan adjusted his sitting position, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "I need to ask you guys something..." He glanced between us, softly sighing, "What is it like to be with a guy? I mean, it's the same as being with a girl, right?" He shook his head, "The reason I ask is because… I don't know." His shoulders dropped and he closed his eyes. "Never mind."

Craig set up and rose to stand in front of him. "It is a relationship. There shouldn't be any different from gay and straight. However, since you asked, I don't think it's completely the same because when I see attractive guys I get a special electricity throughout my body. There's this gut feeling and in the back of my mind I always knew." His bottom lip kind of puffed out and his eyes narrowed. "At first, I denied it because everyone tried to force it on me as though it were a bad thing. Being yourself could never be bad." He smirked, nodding, pleased with himself.

I moved closer to Stan, slapping a hand on his leg, "see it was a bit different for me. I dated girls as a kid 'cause you guys easily made fun of people. Yeah, I like pussy… I just don't mind everything else. I like ass, dick, tits… anything. Whatever you have, your body, I'll get the fuck over it and just love you for you. Screw whatever the fuck the outside world sees as wrong. Besides, the body isn't what matters. It's the heart and soul." I knew my voice was muffled and thank god it was because I was spilling out some pretty mushy shit. Of course, these were my thoughts and the way I viewed things. I saw it as important to basically say, 'Love whoever you fucking want to love, man.'

"Guys, I think I might be bisexual and attracted to Butters." I snorted, chuckling and trying to keep serious while gripping his knees tighter.

Craig caught my gaze and we nodded at one another. I pulled down my hood, unhooking the flap that covered my mouth. "Why do you think that?" I cocked my head to the side with narrowed eyes. I had to keep serious and not get protective that Stan would hurt Butters.

Stan bit his bottom lip, "The other day I caught myself thinking he's cute. So, that's something… right?" He generally looked confused and it stabbed my heart seeing his bi-curiousness. After all, it is completely normal to be questioning one's sexuality. Stan had only ever been attracted to one girl in his life.

I raked my fingers through my thick hair. "Do you want to see him naked? Could you even get hard from the thought of another guy nude?" It was the simplest way I could think to help my buddy out.

I watched as his eyes went wide, "I-I..." Craig sighed heavily before standing up and pulling his shirt over his head. Stan flinched back, turning fast to close the door behind him and kicking the bowl of chips in the air as he fell to the floor.

Craig stared at him in awe and annoyance. "Dude! It's not like I have tits that were going to be flashed to anybody." Stan blushed as he rolled over, studying Craig's chest and seeming to think about it. "Did you need my dick out too?" Craig snorted, grinning smugly as he reached for his zipper. I swiftly reached out to stop Craig from taking this too far, placing my hand over his on his crotch right as his mom opened the door again. We all froze. My heart hammering in my chest as she looked over the scene until turning around and closing the door.

One of my eyebrows rose as I noticed something for a second, Stan had, in fact, become hard, from what, well, I have no fucking clue.

Kyle's Point of View

I had taken over Kenny's scavenger hunt from Kevin and so far I had found some pretty interesting items left behind by his brother. So far I had located a big bag of weed after finding a bus schedule with one of the locations circles. I found that in a library book after getting that clue from our town's Pizza Hut bathroom door. It had been quite a day for me. I put the weed in my backpack and pulled out the next clue. "Ha! Bitch! You think this is it! Man, you don't know shit -K" My shoulders dropped and I turned the piece of paper around to see more chicken scratch.

"Take apart computer 4 in lab 2 at the high school."

My eyes narrowed as I stared at the code. Great. I would have to break into the school to finish this quest Kenny had sent me on. Maybe I could continue this as a sophomore next semester. I pocketed the note and got on the bus back to South Park. I checked my phone, glad to see my mom or Ike hadn't tried to contact me and I had plenty of time to make it home before curfew.

Just as I was about to put my phone away the device buzzed. I opened a message from Kenny: Next week I'm free on Wednesday. I think the others want to see a movie… It would be cool if you joined. I could almost hear his voice like we were talking right now. Honestly, I wouldn't mind going to see him but there was no time. I couldn't be out too late or mom might ground me.

My fingers began moving across the screen: I would love to see a movie with you. Which one did you have in mind? The shaking of the bus causing me to have to retype my message a couple of times.

A ping quickly alerted me to another message: Love, Simon. Tweek wants to see it. Can I come over? I miss you and need to see that ass.

I rolled my eyes. Of course, he would say he needed to see my ass. I'll leave my window open tonight when I get back. You can sneak in ;) I felt my face become hot from sending him such a flirty message. At least, for me, it's strong flirting after not having done any in my life. Besides, I had never thought to let anybody sneak into my room.

A few hours passed until the bus came to a halt in South Park. I spent most of my time texting. I confirmed my work schedule and plans. My week had magically become full on this bus ride. The only thing I noticed missing would be time with Kenny. Hopefully, we could squeeze one another in when we hang out with the guys. Plus, I would see him next week for the movie. I nodded to myself to gain some confidence. Besides, Kenny and I weren't even official. I bit my bottom lip and bowed my head slightly at the mere thought of taking that step.

No! We weren't serious… Kenny wasn't looking for serious. I couldn't… Besides, my mom might freak out if I told her I liked Kenny. What would Ike think? My dad!? I knew Craig's dad freaked when he told them he's gay… Fuck what if that was my families' reaction! I ran my hands over my face stressing out as I walked and arrived at my front door.

I don't think I want my family to know anything until I fully figure out their thoughts on the subject. I used my key to get in letting the door slowly creak open where I could poke my head inside. Nobody was in the living room. For some reason, my heart had begun to hammer in my chest like I had been doing something wrong. Everything was fine. All I had to do was get to my room and close the door quietly where nobody would notice my presence. I carefully crept across the room to the stairs, glancing around to make sure no one would magically appear. My heart finally settled down once I made it halfway upstairs. The door to my room is right around the corner.

Nearly jumping out of my skin, Ike and I collided face with chest. Yes, my younger brother was far taller than me. He easily outgrew me even though he's only ten. A snort left him as he stepped back, "Hey! Kyle, mom was looking for you earlier, but don't worry, I told her you were at work not with your boyfriend." He shot me a smug wink while clicking his tongue and I flinched.

"I-I don't-

"Oh please! I saw you disappear with McCormick at the beginning of summer. Why do you think you didn't get in trouble? Fuck, man… I told her you slept over at Stan's where she wouldn't be so crazy." It just now hit me that I had the world's coolest brother. For a sixth grader, he could lie and get away with things too well. Damn… I had really corrupted him too young. "Don't worry. I'm not going to out you to the folks. It isn't my secret to share, but…" -he clapped his hands together- "...I think it's one-hundred percent ridiculous you even have to do that shit." He shrugged, slipping past me to head downstairs.

I was left in confusion, but his short speech had mellowed me out. Opening my door, I saw a silhouette in front of the window, but he was already inside and kissing my lips somehow. His arms slipping around my waist as the door quietly closed behind me. This was the best return greeting I had ever been met with.

Once he pulled away, I took in the close up of his shadowed face. I could almost see everything. The random blond hairs sticking up while some swept around his cheeks and covered his forehead, how one eyebrow brushed up and the other was perfect, the small amount of makeup dusted on his features, those long eyelashes, the big sapphire eyes staring kindly at me, and his thick lips showing off a toothy grin. This guy could never get any more handsome. I slowly pulled back, trying to conceal my embarrassment by covering my face to hide my blush.

I flinched, looking up to see him plop down on my bed. "You won't believe who I got to model with today." My eyebrow rose and I took my seat beside. "They paired me with Jourdan Dunn, Karlie Kloss, and Nitin Chauhaan. It was pretty awesome working with big professionals." One of his hands brushed mine and he carefully took a hold of it. "How has your day been?" The way his head tilted and he leaned into one arm more than the other had me taken away in a daydream. He looked kind of shy, but yet that made the pose sexier…?

This needed to stop. Not Kenny being attractive, but my mind drifting endlessly and wondering about him. Instead of answering, I leaned in and began kissing him again. Our lips moving hungrily as one of my hand slid up to rest on the back of his head and he held the other until I guide him to lay on my bed. I carefully re-positioned myself where he didn't have to stop the heat, my legs spreading apart so I straddled his hips. His nostrils began to flare against mine and I softly groaned feeling his hands grope my ass causing my growing erection to begin grinding his. I felt his hands slide up my back, stopping fully to rest on my mid-back. His lips slowing our movements where he could pull back an inch.

"We should stop. You probably need to get some rest for work tomorrow." His eyebrows furrowed and that gaze stayed locked on mine.

I slowly leaned up over him, "You don't…?" I wiggled a little and he shook his head whilst pulling me down. He re-positioned us once again where I could rest my head against his chest as he held me in his arms. This seemed odd. I thought that would have been something Kenny wanted seeing as he asked Craig to be his fuck buddy. Was there something different about having sex with me? I glanced up only being able to see his neck and chest. My body became less tense however when I began listening to his heart beat gently. It was far calmer than mine. Maybe he didn't like me as much as he thought and now he regrets everything…? The very idea concerned me and a small amount of panic rose.

I felt his chest rise and fall, "I need to tell you something. It's one of the reasons I knew I had to come see you tonight. You have to be the first to know."

One of his hands brushed up into my hair and he tossed my hat away. I slid my head up where I could see his face. "My Agent, Marjorie, she asked me to go to LA next month and I said yes." My eyes went wide and I began to lean up, but he held me in place. "Wait. Kyle, I'm going to return before school starts. I made sure of that. It's just going to be one month and I leave July second. The only reason I said yes is because of the money too. It's the most I'll ever make in this job. Seven-five-thousand dollars." My eyebrows rose, that would definitely help with his mission to get Karen to college.

"Okay, go… I have one request though." I gulped, running my hand over his chest. "Will you leave me your parka?" My eyes shifted to the orange item thrown over the back of my desk chair.

His chest began vibrating as he chuckled, "Your wish is my command." His fingers hooked under my chin to draw my lips closer. We let our lips move together until we were both in need of air. He leaned his head back on my pillow while I used his chest as mine.

Butters' Point of View

My thumb slid over my other as I set fiddling them nonstop. The number of nerves racing through my body had me on edge. I just didn't know what to make of Henrietta and Karen McCormick sitting together at City Wok. I had sat on the opposite side of the restaurant when I noticed them. Could Henrietta be plotting something against Kenny? They didn't seem to always get along. My cheeks puffed out causing my lips to tighten and purse together. Something just wasn't sitting right here. I flinched seeing Karen blush when Henrietta reached out to take one of her hands. Shit… This seemed so tender. I leaned closer having long forgotten my food as I watched them. They both began giggling. I had never seen Henrietta like this. Everything about it seemed strange.

I set up and stared at my food for a moment. Henrietta… she had to be about fifteen-years-old. I knew Karen to be eleven. Four years? If they were on a date, I guess there wasn't anything to worry about. I should tell Kenny.

I grabbed my food but froze seeing Henrietta standing at the exit and staring at me. I tensed up but slowly strolled over. "Heya fellas, what're you up to?" This felt just as awkward as when I interrupted Kyle and Kenny's moment back at school. I did my best to give a cheery smile and act like normal me. "I'm heading home now. See you around, Henrietta." Quickly, I waved and moved past them to reach my home as fast as I could.

Eric's Point of View

"Mom!" My voice rang throughout the house to call on my mother's being that I had become in desperate need. "Mom!" I clenched my fists, slowly getting up from my bed to look for the woman! "Dammit… this wench needs to learn her place." I threw open the door to see her on top of the mailman again. "Mom! For fuck sake…" This just kept happening, but this shit didn't matter right now. She glanced at me continuing to do as she pleased. "Look, Whore, I'm going to be having my sixteenth birthday party here the first of July. Now… Give me some fucking money where I can have the best party!" I frowned, completely irritated with this woman. I glanced beside me and noticed her purse. Fine. She wouldn't pay attention to me now, fuck her! I grabbed the bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

Tweek's Point of View

Clothes were spread out all around my room. I couldn't decide what to wear. This had never been a problem before but seeing as Craig called and asked if I wanted to see the movie I couldn't help to be a bit excited. I'd been trying to decide what to wear for the past week. It had been far too much pressure. Henrietta told me to wear my blue sweater where my eyes would stand out, but the last time I wore my green turtle-neck Craig told me I looked cute. My hands raked into my hair as I panicked from the complicated choice in front of me.

My phone began to buzz and I glanced at it seeing Craig had texted me he's here. Fuck! I jumped into some black skinny jeans Henrietta had convinced me to buy and pulled the blue sweater over my aquarium t-shirt. I stopped at my mirror to run my fingers through my hair trying to slick it down. Alright, perfect!

I raced down the steps, grabbing money my parents had left me off the counter, and then I was out the door and getting in the Ford truck in front of my house. "Hey," I bashfully smiled at him when I saw his smirk.

"Hey yourself, you look good…" He opened his mouth to add to that but instead bit his bottom lip. We couldn't get any more awkward with one another. Luckily the music filled the silence as he drove. "Are you excited to see Love, Simon?" I notice him glance at me from the corner of my eyes.

When we got there everyone else was waiting: Kenny, Kyle, Henrietta, Karen, Butters, Stan, Wendy, Clyde, Bebe, Lola, and Token. I got a glimpse of Pete and Micheal also entering the theater together. It quickly hit me that this could just be a big group date. I glanced at Henrietta… Who would she be on a date with? My lips pursed and my eyes went wide seeing Karen lean into her. No, that had to just be a coincidence. Although, another question did concern me, why would Wendy agree to come with Token around? Didn't they hate one another? I shook my head and began to follow the others into the theater. Our group got end seats because the movie had quickly become packed. Token and Lola sitting off the side kind of away from the group while the rest of us sat in this square. Kenny and Kyle taking the only two seats behind a group of five, which ended up with me sitting between Craig and Butters who had Stan sitting beside him and Wendy on the opposite side of Stan; and then, right in front of us were four more empty seat where Karen sat beside Henrietta who sat by Bebe and she wanted to sit with Clyde. It was lucky we had found those all together.

I flinched, feeling fingers slip over mine during the movie and I glanced at Craig who had his eyes on the screen even as his hand sat on top of mine. I could spot his red ears in the dark. My gaze shifted to my lap and I tried to keep calm as my heart raced turning my hand over to entwine our fingers. The song from the movie bleeding into my ears probably a hell of a lot louder than it was supposed to sound. I almost didn't have the nerve to look back up, but I really wanted to see how the movie ended. To calm myself, I glanced behind me and softly gasped seeing Kyle curled up into Kenny as their lips greedily tugged at the others. Should I be doing that with Craig? My face felt so hot. I quickly turned my head to see Token and Lola doing the same. Shit! I looked at the row in front of me. They were watching the movie. That made me feel better. I touched my pounding chest to soothe my heart feeling Craig squeeze my hand.

Stan's Point of View

It had come to the halfway point of the movie. My hands had been resting on the armrests throughout the entire thing. In all honesty, I was in love with the film. But, I stopped being able to concentrate on it hearing softly gasps coming from behind me. I knew from the very beginning why Kenny and Kyle wanted the seats behind everyone I was about to turn around when I felt a picky slid onto my left hand. My head turning to look at Butters who seemed fully focused on the movie except for the fact his hand was moving more and more onto mine. My head shot in the other direction when I felt someone touching my other hand. Wendy had easily entwined our fingers to tightly hold my hand. Now two people were holding my hands… What the fuck?

I gulped, not knowing what the hell to do in this situation. This felt like a situation Kenny would get himself into. I mean, all weekend I had been on Pornhub watching trying to figure out how I felt towards men. It was a strange experience at first, but I got just as excited about two guys as I would two girls or a girl and guy. Maybe it was just me wanking off from the start of the summer? Damn… I had to calm down and make sure it wasn't just because I've been extremely horny lately.

However, holding hands with Butters and Wendy… Butters hand felt soft and smooth while Wendy had a rough palm and her trimmed nails grazed over the back of my hand. They were completely different feelings. I couldn't help to like both.

My left hand slowly moved to lock fingers with Butters and I gave Wendy's hand a gentle squeeze. This was still weird. This wouldn't count as leading them on, would it?

Butters' Point of View

I saw Kenny and Tweek talking when they came out of the bathroom and glanced over my shoulder to make sure nobody else noticed their return. Kenny always gave me great advise and Tweek might understand my thoughts. My hands slid into my pants pockets. "Hey fellas." I waved before swiftly grabbing their arms to pull them around the corner. "Okay… I need help." They glanced at one another and I tried not to over think their looks. "It's working out with your fellas, crushes, whatever… I like Stan. What should I do to get his attention?"

My face felt hot as I watched Tweek react to the information, twitching and trying to figure out what to do. Kenny placed a hand on my shoulder, "First, you did to find out if he's even into guys. It's the same thing I told you last time." He grinned, shrugging his shoulders and bumping Tweek seeming to calm him down.

"I think-I think he does... because he held my hand during the movie." I scratched the back of my head trying not to seem too confident.

The pissed look on Kenny's face told me he knew something. He glanced over his shoulder, and then when he looked back at me I swore I saw pity momentarily. "Maybe he's just curious. Anyways, I wouldn't make any big moves until I knew for sure that he is at least fifty-percent interested seeing as Stan's only even seemed to like girls. I don't want you to get hurt by that idiot." His hand planted themselves on his hips and I knew he was right.

Tweek held up a hand, "Ummm… Why not test the waters more?" We both looked at him questioning what the fuck that meant. "You already held his hand. So, he must feel something, right?" He glanced at Kenny who gave a nod. "Maybe give him something romantic he would enjoy? You'll have to get to know him a bit better, but that isn't a bad thing if you're serious about him. At the end, if he sees it as a truly romantic idea then you'll have your answer."

Kenny cleared his throat, "Did you think of this plan for yourself?"

Tweek twitched and looked at the floor shyly.

Kenny shrugged, "It seems like a legit idea. But, if Stan begins to get weird I'd say back off. I don't want him hurting you because he isn't serious." Sometimes Kenny felt like a protective father towards me. It made me feel safe.

Eric's Point of View

Everything had been planned and ordered. All I desired had arrived on time. When July first came, it was time for the party I had been waiting for. It wouldn't be lame and I had created an awesome guest list. The upstairs of the house had been transformed into a VIP area and the downstairs looked like a colorful empty nightclub. I even had a real bouncer! Sophomore year I would be the shit at school!

People began arriving about seven-thirty, the losers, and geeks, and then the true rock-stars showed up at nine. Token stepped out of a Jaguar XJS that he got for his sixteenth birthday back in June. His party had quite the buzz, but I knew mine would get more. Lola slipped out of the passenger side, his arm candy and him making their way to the front of the massive line outside. Those two got in right away. Shelly showed up next. The girl looked fine and the fact I had a hot graduate at my party would give me all the more hype. Next to arrive on my list was Jimmy Valmer with his mom dropping him off. Stan showed up with Firkle the little Goth kid, and then the ladies made their appearance. Wendy, Bebe, and Red strutted down the sidewalk like models the way their hair blew back in the wind. My party was a blast. I got to hang out with Stan without the Jew bossing us around.

Cylde, Token, Stan, and I did shots! Damn, my friends were awesome. The only thing that went wrong is that Kevin Stoley had to be kicked out for saying I was getting fat again. Asshole…

Kenny's Point of View

Instead of going to Cartman's party, Kyle asked me to come over for my last night in town. Right when I arrived, he told me his parents were out until midnight and gave me an amazing kiss. It was slow and he had to grab the front of my parka to pull me down where our lips could meet. I unzipped my parka to drape around his shoulders. "Have any ideas of what we could do?" My hands running over his arms until he took one to guide me to the couch.

"I thought we could watch a Netflix movie and have some pizza rolls. I want to show you something called ABCs of Death. I'll just go get our food." He gestured to the kitchen, gingerly walking backward.

I sat on the couch stretched out. The television screen paused with the movie's starting logo. Kyle seemed so excited to have me all to himself. I just hoped he wouldn't try to seduce me again. It almost worked last time, but he was the one who said he didn't want to be fuck buddies and take it slow. So, I was holding back and taking my time where he could learn as much about the other person before taking that step where we could actually remember. Fuck what I would give to remember that night with him. Our first time together… I would never know what I missed out on in Stan's room. Maybe… instead, I shouldn't hold back.

My eyes moved to him walking back into the room with a tray. "Let me help." I darted over grabbing the drinks from the tray before they could spill. "You should have said you might need a hand."

We slowly took our seat making it where we had a tv tray to place our food on. We had two plates with a pile of pizza rolls on. This would be a perfect night. I could already tell. "I'll be right back." He held up my parka and then darted upstairs. When he got back he landed on the couch close to me, pressing play as he sat close enough to brush against my side.

I felt like I ate too fast. The food tasted so good that I didn't hesitate. When we were both done, Kyle leaned into me resting his head of curls against my chest. My hand slid over his back, stopping to rest on his hip. I could feel his smooth exposed side under my fingertips. My head urging me to pull his shirt up higher. It wasn't helpful that I could feel my cock stiffing either. The feeling of his skin making me brush up higher where I could slide it up around his chest to play with his nipples. He quivered against me and I felt his head move. My fingers pulled on his nipple, twisting it some until he moved to straddle me. Although, the new position made things clear to him how much I wanted him. His gaze moved from the tight outline in my pants to my face a few times. It was a bad night to wear skinny jeans. He pulled his shirt off letting me take in his shaved chest and scrawny body. My hands caressing his sides as he grabbed my hair to have his tongue enter my mouth.

Gasps of air and saliva being exchanged between us as we groaned like animals. His ass and bugle rubbing against mine. It was teasing and restricting to be confined in pants right now. One of his hands moved from my hair to unbutton my jeans and I heard the zipper. Less pressure on my cock as he released it and began stroking the sniff erection. "Gosh… Kyle," our lips parted and I leaned my head back feeling his lick up my neck.

We both froze hearing something by the front door. Gerald Broflovski stood in the front door with the perfect view of his son straddling me with my boner in his hand and his tongue running over my throat. Kyle sat back, appalled to see his father. Fuck this was bad.

Kyle leaned into me while grabbing his shirt to cover my dick not wanting his dad to see it I guess. Nothing could make this more awkward. He shook his head, "Put your clothes on. Your mother is coming up the drive. I'll stall her for a minute, and then we'll discuss this later." He closed the front door and I could hear his voice outside.

Kyle quickly jumped off of me to jerk his shirt back over his head. I tried to fix my hair after he had completely messed it up. He flinched, seeing me trying to get comfortable back in my jeans, and then grabbed the bowl of popcorn set it on my crotch where the outline of my erection could be slightly hidden.

Shelia opened the door with Gerald close behind. Thank god the fucking movie was still playing. I felt Kyle's knuckles brush mine and I looked at him apologetically. This was my fault. I was the one that thought it would be fine not to hold back. His mom walking right by us to the kitchen. When she came back she smiled, "I brought cupcakes. I bet you boys would like to have one." She handed us each one, "Call it an early fourth of July present."

I heard Gerald snort in the dining room causing my hand to jerk away from Kyle's to get the cupcake. "Thank you, Mrs. Broflovski, but I think I'm going to go ahead and get home." I nodded to the door seeing the credits rolling behind her. "See you when school starts back." I waved at Kyle and he nodded, glancing in his dad's direction.

Fuck. I hoped he wasn't going to get his balls busted because we were… we were about to have sex. That image would probably stay forever in his head. And, we don't even know how much he saw which made it worse.

Kyle's Point of View

"Thanks for the cupcake, mom. I'll just clean up and go to bed." I picked up the paper plates and cups heading to the kitchen. I knew my dad's eyes were on me. Gosh. I didn't know what to expect.

After I cleaned everything up, I ran up the steps to my room trying to block out the expression I saw on his face. The look of shock, shame, confusion, and embarrassment having hit me hard. There was no anger, but I could still feel the fear and dread coursing through my veins.

I nearly jumped out the window when the door swung open. My dad stood there silently before slowly stepping into my room to close the door behind him. "So… Kenny McCormick?" One of his eyebrows rose as he looked up at me. "Or, should I refer to him as his modeling name, Dennis M? That's what he likes to be called, correct?" How…? Nobody had seen him- As if reading my thoughts, he rolled his eyes, "I've known that kid since he got pushed out of Carol. I can sure as hell recognize him now." He set down beside me on my bed, patting my leg. "Help me understand. Do you like him or will any guy do? If so, what about Stan? At least I know he has a future."

I never thought my dad would say any of this shit. "Of course I like him! Don't be disgusting… I wouldn't just go around with random people." There were so many questions filling my mind. "Stan is my best friend! Why would… No! Whatever Kenny and my future is we will figure it out together. Besides, that's not important. We're just high schoolers." I shook my hand, staring at him in disbelief with my top lip slightly raised. I felt such disgust toward him right now.

"Well, from what I heard, Kenny gets around so please be careful with that boy. The town rumor mill says he's going to be the next Mr. Slave." He patted my leg again and got up to leave, but he turned around at the last second. "Think about what your mother would say if she had caught you with that guy."

What the hell was that supposed to mean? "You mean an incredible, interesting person that tries to understand anybody he meets? He wants to be friends with the world! What's wrong with him?" I jumped up from my bed my rage beginning to fuel me in this battle.

His head fell to the side and he began shaking it with a look of pure disappointment. "Son, he's going to end up just like his parents sitting around the house and letting meth heads live in his shake behind him. He also might be a bit of a slut." He snorted, trying and failing to act like he knew Kenny better than I did. This man I called my father only knew rumors! The son of a bitch didn't even give a fuck that I'm gay. NO! He fucking gave more shits that I like Kenny… What the fuck…? What the fuck! What the literal fucks was wrong with that bastard?!

I fell back on to my bed and heard him leave. My rage had me shaking as I glared at the floor in front of me. I used to think my dad was awesome and accepting of quite a bit. But now everything has changed. I put my elbows on my knees wanting to smash something from the amount of anger he had hit me with. There was no way I would be able to sleep tonight.

-The Next Morning-

My phone buzzed, causing me to wake up and I sighed still slightly irritated from the conversation with my dad last night. It was a text from Kenny: ALERT! This is a good morning text to make sure a certain cute guy is okay. Repeat, this is a good morning text from that strange kid in your living room last night. Thinking about you this morning as I get on my plane. See you in a month! I'm going to be thinking about you. This was the longest message he had ever sent me. He must really be concerned that my dad was angry or shameful.

I sighed before replying: WARNING! The degree of cuteness has exceeded bearable levels. Initiated the warming of my heart. Be safe and tell Marjorie hey for me. I already miss you.

Damn, I felt cheesy hitting that send button. My reply felt strange and unsettling, but that might just be my dad getting in my head. He had definitely been watching for a minute before I saw him. Hell, he might have seen everything from beginning to end. It didn't matter. I jumped when my phone buzzed again seeing Kenny sent a picture of himself and his agent getting on a plane. His hair had been styled professionally and he wore sunglasses. I still didn't even know why he was going to LA.

My phone buzzed again, but this was a message from Tweek. Going to the medieval festival in the town over! You have to come too! It'll be a four-day getaway.

Four days, huh? Without having to see my dad's face. That sounded perfect right about now. I'm in. That's all I felt needed to be texted back. I disappear for a while and relax with some friends. Mom would let me go without a second thought. As long as Kenny wasn't there I was betting my dad wouldn't care too.

The nights passed quickly and the days went by even faster. Our trips came around, but it turned out some people got sick. Thus, only Tweek, Bebe, Butters, Stan, and I went to the festival. Randy drove us deciding we would need a parent with us during this time. In the end, we rented three motel rooms that were close to the location. Randy decided who stayed in what room. Somehow I ended up in the single room connected to the room Stan got to share with his dad and Butters. Randy saying that Bebe could share with Tweek causing as he has no interest in girls. Tried to convince him to let Bebe stay in the single room, but Randy wouldn't agree to it. In the end, I got to be alone for the days we were going to be staying here.

I sat in the motel room by myself, staring out the window until a knock came to the door. "Kyle? It's me, Stan." I got up and went to the door, opening it and stepping to the side where he could enter. "My dad wanted me to come over here and tell you we'll be leaving at eight-thirty tomorrow morning. So, wake up and get ready because we're going to meet downstairs then." He nodded, glancing around the room.

My phone buzzed, but Stan saw it first raising his eyebrows as he watched me pick it up. "Are you ever going to tell me?" He crossed his arms, taking a seat on my bed.

I read the message from Kenny: I miss you, and don't say I know. If you were here, I'd be far better with the cuddly mood I'm in. I wish you could have come to LA with me. My face felt hot as reread the message. Shit… There was no way to explain this. I removed my hat and sat down beside him, "I might enjoy Kenny's company more than I was originally willing to admit."

Stan fell back on my bed, "I know. I've been saying it all along." He leaned up on his elbows, grinning wickedly, "Are you two dating?"

It seemed like a simple question, but Kenny and I hadn't defined what we were to one another. "We're just figuring things out. I don't know if we're dating or what, but right now, for us, it's working." I crossed my arms, staring at the message now.

I jumped when Stan got up, "I'll let you respond to Kenny. See you tomorrow, I get to go sleep with Butters or my dad." He shook his head before slipping his hands into his pockets. "Don't stay up all night talking to him."

After he left, I plopped down on my bed to respond: I know that you know I know… Just keep missing me until you get back to South Park. We can sit with one another for however long you would like. I'm looking forward to your return. Damn, it felt like our messages just kept getting gushier. It was beyond embarrassing.

Bebe's Point of View

Tweek and I sat on separate twin beds with the television running. "So," -he looked up at me- "how are things going with Craig?" I ran my fingers through my hair trying to fluff my curls. He began twitching, the scene of Black Mirror drawing his attention for a second. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I thought you might, seeing as you and Craig seem to be getting closer." I laid my head on my knees after pulling my legs to my chest.

"I… I think things are going well. At the movie we held hands, but nothing has happened since. I'm not sure if things are getting better or worse between us." His bottom lip pudged out as he watched the screen. "What about you and Clyde?" He turned his head and then got up to grab his water bottle across the room.

The thought of Clyde sent an odd electricity through my body. "Whatever will be, will be. I'm not sure Clyde and I are going to make it to graduation. Not that that matters… You and Craig are different. I want you and him to be together." I smiled, perking up until I saw the pity look he shot me.

"Do you not want you and Clyde to be together? That's basically what you just implied." He flopped back on the bed.

That's exactly what I said. Of course, one of the smartest guys in our grade would figure out. Clyde and I had broken up so much, but now I wanted to make it official. This needed to come to an end.

Stan's Point of View

I pulled my cotton pants up around my waist, wiggling into the tank top I packed for my pajamas. Things weren't supposed to be like this. I stepped back out to see my dad sprawled out on the bed we were going to share. Butters looked at me, "Don't worry, buddy, there's plenty of room here." He patted the spot beside him. Shit. I wasn't sure about this. I slipped under the covers beside him. "Night, Stan."

The lights went out and silence filled the room. My dad's snoring streaming into my ears and I flinched when a hand brushed one of mine. Not again… It made me shiver until his fingers entwined with mine. We laid there holding hand until I rolled over where his head could press against my chest. His hand taking hold of mine again. This felt different from cuddling with Wendy or just a friend. His head nuzzling against my chest.

Kyle's Point of View

Kenny and I had continued to text: Wow, you're cute. When I see you again, I wanna kiss your neck and continue where we left off.

My face felt hot at his suggestion. I pulled my shirt off, my head almost not being able to believe what I was about to do. I got ready to take a photo, hooking my thumb in the front of my underwear as I stood shirtless. Snapping the photo, I typed a fast reply to send with the picture of my bare chest and tugged down underwear. I hope this is what you meant. I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes after I hit send, and then pulled on his jacket. My hands ran over the furry jacket and I fell back on the bed rolling around. His scent intoxicating me, my body reacting to the smell. The more I smelt it the sniffer I felt my cock become. How could a person's smell rile me up so much?

The feeling of my phone vibrating beside me caused me to freeze. I picked up the device and gasped, the phone he set me making my eyes go wide. The picture felt far too revealing and I almost couldn't believe this was what I had touched the other night. It looked so much larger in a photo. I glanced at my erect member taking in the difference. It made me nervous. That fat thing had been up in my ass.

I flopped back on my bed, holding my phone up where my jawline to my thighs could be seen in the shot. I rolled to the side where a bit of the parka could be seen and my dick poked out from between my legs slightly. The photo sent quickly and I went back to view his. He had sent me a picture of him in front of a mirror with his hard-on hanging out. Gosh… He looked so hot. I tried not to let the heat go to my head but I couldn't resist the urge anymore. My legs slid up, spreading and I felt my cock flop around as I began stroking myself. Maybe I should begin researching the best ways to have sex with Kenny?

Kenny's Point of View

Weeks of work passed slowly, somehow, Kyle and I had begun sexting each other regularly. It felt odd at first, but we were beginning to learn more about one another. Not just our bodies. There was just more to learn about one another personally.

My agent leaned over as our plane began landing, "Dennis, you did great work this month. I'll have jobs set for you every day after school just as I did for you last semester. Don't forget to keep on track where you can graduate. I'll email you your schedule tomorrow. You'll have break days and I've already written down the days in advance you won't be working." Marjorie grinned at me, and I gave her a thankful nod.

A few hours later, I walked into my home and set my bag on my bed. Looking out the window, I noticed something. Fuck! More work as soon as I get back…

Tweek's Point of View

"Come on!" The three of us ran around the corner, hiding from the mutant rat chasing people around. It had crawled up from the sewers and began beating people up. A few of even having been killed. I glance at Kyle and Ike. "We have to get out of here. That thing is trapped in the theater." I saw Kyle grabbed Ike's hand, glancing around the corner.

Ike held his baseball bat, swinging it up onto his shoulder, "I'm going out there to beat the shit out of that thing." Kyle began grabbing at him and trying to pull him back.

"Ike! Ike wait..."

The creature squealed and reached out striking Ike across the face to the ground. "IKE!" Kyle ran out to jump on the rat, but then a flash appeared as Mysterion swept down from the ceiling. He kicked the beast in the face and landed in front of Ike.

His eyes met Kyle's, "Get out of here. I can handle this monster." The hero swept around, grabbing the whip off his hip and throwing fireworks to scare the thing. I watched in awe as Mysterion slung out the whip to wrap it around the monster's neck. The cloaked figure throwing his body into the air as he got up on the rat's back. Mysterion starting to choke the monster. It began crying and swinging its body around, ramming its back against the walls. Fuck this was awesome…

The rat fell to the ground with Mysterion on top of it. The hero's cloak flying into the air, waving around behind him. He pulled a knife out from behind his body to stab its head. He sighed, jumping down to go to Ike's side to look at his wound. Mysterion lifted Ike into his arms, "I'm going to take him to the hospital. That thing should be dead." I saw the hero look at Kyle and grinned, that had to confirm what I thought before. This had to be the end of this exhausting day now that the monster had been beaten.

My hands slipped into my pockets, and I followed Kyle following Mysterion with Ike. People should be happier thanks to what just happened. Plus, their hero was back that had to be an added bonus.

The models are real and random people that I looked up. I know next to nothing about them.

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I'm also curious about person's thoughts on a truple? (Truple= 3 people in a relationship) Tell me! Because that's become an idea I've fallen in love with. I spoke with a few of my friends about it and they said to do it.

I plan to bring Cartman in soon! Not just small shit too! It's all worked out in my notebook, guys. Just became I dislike him throughout most of the show doesn't mean I left him out of my FanFiction South Park planning guide! His piece will arrive shortly.