I apologise for the delay in getting a chapter up. I've been busy in work this last wee while. Thank you so much for the kind reviews and for the views. I checked out how many views my story had in September. 465 ! You've no idea how happy this made me. I don't want to bog you all down with an annoying A/N (I hate when they ramble on...) so on with the story! If you feel up to it, please review? Let me know what you think? Thank you. Zukuto
The sun was breaking gently through Kenny's window and the soft beams were rousing him from his sleep. His whole body ached. He felt twisted and sore and he couldn't work out why. Kenny could tell he wasn't in his bed. Where was he? The sofa? Yeah that sounded right. Why was he here? Oh, that's right, Butters and him fell asleep after they were -
Butters.
Butters was here, in his apartment, sleeping on his uncomfortable sofa!
Kenny's eyes flew open and his heart was in his mouth.
Is he still here? Has he left?!Looking down he saw Butters curled up on his chest, his legs intertwined with Kenny's. He left out a sigh of relief and let his head fall backwards over the arm of his beaten up sofa. Trying not to wake Butters, Kenny carefully manoeuvred his phone out of his pocket. Flipping the top open, for it was an old model, Kenny glanced at the time. 05:50. Great, he had to start his shift soon but he really didn't want to wake up Butters. Carefully, he rested one of his large hands upon the short blonde fuzz atop Butters' head. His senses were filled with Butters scent and he lay there for a few moments listening to Butters sigh softly in his sleep. He was such a good guy. Kenny kissed the top of Butters' head before slowly moving him off of himself. He had to get ready for work and he hoped Butters would still be here when he got home.
Butters' POV
Sitting at his desk Butters was working on his Science project. It wasn't due for another month but it was good to get a fair bit of it done in advance. Besides, Butters knew that Kenny was no good at Science and would feel like he was holding Butters back, better to do it when he wasn't there and not hurt his feelings. Yeah, that's what he was doing. It wasn't like he was doing all the work. No. Before he'd realised it Butters had stopped working on his project and had been doodling in the margins of his work book. Lost in thought, Butters thought about all the time that he and Kenny had been sending together. It was little over a year since that evening that Butters had spotted Kenny wandering down the street in the snow, not dressed for the weather. Butters knew he should have just let Kenny walk on but by golly there was no way he could do that! He was scared that Kenny, who was so much cooler and smoother than him, would just laugh at him and turn down his offer but instead, he'd received a smile he'd never before seen on the more popular boy's face. His dusty blonde hair had been slightly damp from the flakes of snow and his smoky grey eyes had looked so suspicious at Butters for the briefest moment, before holding a hint of relief at his offer. Had Kenny thought Butters was going to tease him? He'd always wanted to ask if that was what he'd thought but Butters, being the kind kid he was, felt it wasn't right to ask. Too personal. Kenny had never spoke much to Butters before that night but he found that over the following weeks, Kenny ended up outside his house more and more. It became routine. Every few nights around 1am Butters, who would be up studying, would look out of the window and see a small figure standing beneath the large tree beneath his window. Butters would watch for a few moments as the trail of smoke coming from the cigarette between the dusty blonde haired boy would meld with the little clouds of breath escaping Kenny's lips. Softly, Butters would tap on his window and Kenny would look up, give a small salute to let Butters know he'd seen him and start to climb up the tree, cigarette snubbed out and abandoned on the ground. For the first few months Kenny would come round for hot cocoa, snacks and a small laugh with Butters. This worked for both of them and neither could really say when it turned into Kenny not leaving till the early hours of the morning, sometimes an hour or so before school, but Butters wouldn't have it any other way. At first, Kenny would sleep on Butters floor, on the side of the bed next to the window so that if Butters' parents came in he wouldn't be spotted but eventually the boys shared the same bed. It was nice. Kenny was a restless sleeper. He let out small whimpers and held onto Butters so tightly it was as if he was afraid he'd disappear. During nights like that, Butters would make soothing noises to Kenny, stroking the other boys hair until Kenny no longer made noises and was sleeping soundly. It had been distressing at first but Butters guessed that Kenny was just prone to nightmares. Truth be told, Butters loved the nights where Kenny stayed over. His scent was intoxicating, his hair was so soft in Butters hands, his face cuddled up to Butters chest. He loved every minute of it and, although he found it hard to admit, he could feel himself falling in love with Kenny. There was a small "Yo Buttercup!" Kenny said as he ruffled Butters crop of messy hair. Butters frowned. He hated that nickname but when Kenny said it, he couldn't be too mad. "H-h-hey Kenny!" Watching Kenny move over to his bed, Butters retook his seat at his desk and quickly tidied up his study materials. Although he and Kenny were friends now, he was still scared he'd be made fun of for doing homework during the day... on a Saturday. Kenny dropped his bag on the floor and collapsed backwards onto Butters bed. "Awwwww my darling! How I have missed you". Butters chuckled. "Are you talking to me Kenny or m-m-my bed?" Winking at Butters, Kenny didn't answer straight away. "Perhaps both? I love you both equally!" Butter felt his heart pounding. He knew Kenny didn't mean it in "Not that I don't love you here Kenny but, why are you here? You don't normally come over on a Saturday. To be frank, you don't normally come over during the day..." Kenny frowned. "Maybe I'm trying to change that?" Butters smiled gently at Kenny, watching as the other boy closed his eyes and rearrange the pillows in a more comfortable way. "Anyways! I brought you a present. It's in the bag. Go on, look in it". Butters felt taken a back. A present? Kenny could barely afford lunch! What was he doing getting Butters a present. Feeling nervous, Butters got up and walk over to the bag. "You really shouldn't have..." Kenny waved away his statement with a dismissive movement of his hand. "Pffft! You look after me all the time. I had a little money left over from my wage from Shakey's, it was the least I could do". Sitting on the edge of the bed, Butters unzipped the orange backpack and looked at the contents inside. There wasn't much; a book on motorbikes and how they worked, a calculator, a few pens, an apple and in the corner a small box wrapped in light blue tissue paper. Pulling the small box out he looked to Kenny hesitantly, as if it might be the wrong thing. The taller boy smiled at him and nodded. "Well it certainly aint the book on motorbikes now is it? Of course that's it! Open it". Before Butters could respond Kenny had closed his eyes again and there was a contented smile on his face, like he already knew that Butters would like his gift. Sighing softly, Butter started to unwrap the tissue paper. Beneath the paper was a small dark box and within the box was a delicate silver chain with a cross on it. A crucifix to be exact. Butters thought it was very pretty but couldn't work out why Kenny was giving him this. Turning to look at the smoky eyed boy, he caught Kenny looking at him, one eye still closed. Busted, Kenny opened both and sat up, stretching his arms above his head. "Do you like it?" Butters nodded. Still a little confused. "Things can be weird in South Park. We've had everything from giant guinea pigs to Hell on earth! Although things have been quiet these last few years, I just wanted you to have something that would protect you, you know... like how you protect me when I've got no where to go". Kenny rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. Butters smiled at him, still a little confused but he quickly put the chain on and fiddled with the crucifix between his fingers, looking down at how detailed it was. "Thanks Kenny".
Butters woke with a start. It had been awhile since he'd had that dream. His heart was racing and he felt a little clammy from the heat in Kenny's apartment. Gingerly, he felt for the silver chain beneath his shirt. It was still there, safe and sound around his neck. He let out a sigh of relief as he stood to look around the apartment. It was a little odd waking up and finding that Kenny was no longer sleeping beside him. Butters looked all around the apartment and was starting to panic. Did Kenny regret last night? Did he regret saying he hoped for more. Sitting down on Kenny's beaten up, old sofa Butters could feel the start of tears pricking at his eyes. It was then he spotted it, beneath a pink photo frame sitting on the coffee table was a note addressed to Butters.
Dear Butters, Not as happy as I was though... Please still be here when I get back. Ken x
I feel like a twat writing this but last night I had completely forgotten I had the morning shift today. I will be home around 2pm. There is food in the fridge and help yourself to the shower and you know, whatever else you want. You can kick back and relax at mine or you know, go visit the guys. I know they were happy to see you.
Bugger! What am I going to do? I can't wear the same clothes! I'll look and smell like a hobo!
Rinsing the shampoo from his hair and moving on to soaping up his glistening body he ran the bar of soap over his muscled arms and legs, along his toned stomach and lathering up a good amount in his hands he started to scrub his face.
I wonder if Kenny would be okay with me borrowing some of his. I'm a little more built that him but he's still bigger than me! Tall bastard... I could wear the same jeans as yesterday so all I would need is a t-shirt, some socks and a pair of boxers.Butters felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of wearing a pair of Kenny's boxers. It was so intimate, it was so personal, it was so... naughty.
He bit his lip slightly at the very idea of it. His temperature was rising slightly and he was pretty certain that it wasn't all down to the warm shower. Moving his soapy hand down he took hold of his member. He was ashamed to admit it but he was already partially hard from the idea of wearing Kenny's boxers. To have his cock in a material that normally touched and rubbed against Kenny's cock. Feeling himself grow harder, Butters let out a soft moan as he moved his hand up and down his member. He placed his other hand against the tiled wall and let his head hang forward, the water washing over the back of his head and shoulders. He picked up his pace little by little, trying to draw out the building pressure in his body. His movements were getting faster and more erratic, his breathing was uneven and he had his eyes scrunched closed tightly. He was picturing last night. Kenny's hands roaming over his body, his lips against his own, his own hands entangled in Kenny's messy hair. He imagined those smoky grey eyes looking at him, devouring him, memorising him. He let out a small whine as the pressure continued to build. His hands were slippery from the water, from the soap, from his own pre cum. His face was flushed and he couldn't help the small gasps and whimpers that escaped his lips as he quickened his movements still and he couldn't help the jerking of his hips into his own hand as he grew closer and closer to his sweet moment of release. Butters imagined what might have happened had Kenny not stopped them going a step further; hot flesh against one another, searing hot kisses over each other as their hands roamed each others bodies. The moment when he'd have let Kenny take him on that sofa, their moans and grunts melding together till they couldn't tell whose voice was whose and the sweet smell of sex was all around them. Butters couldn't stop himself, that sweet building pressure within himself gave way and he caught his cum in his hand. He was breathless, and he felt unclean again but he was smiling. He was smiling a most genuine smile and, still with his eyes closed, he raised his face for the warm water to rush over it. He let the water clean away the cum from his hands and he returned to cleaning himself. Feeling much better after his release.
Butters had not expected the mess that he encountered his Kenny's room. There were beers cans, porno magazines and general clutter everywhere. It was as if cleanliness and mess had attempted a nuclear war and sadly... mess had won. Screwing up his face in disgust Butters made his way towards Kenny's dresser drawers and pulled open the top drawer before slamming it back shut again.
Apparently the first drawer was were Kenny kept his sex toys.
Butters could feel the heat in his cheeks as he tried to block out what he'd just seen. He'd always heard stories that Kenny was a bit of a deviant but... he'd never seen or heard anything to back it up. Now he had.
Opening the second drawer, more slowly this time, Butters peeked inside and was relieved to see it contained Kenny's collection of socks and boxers.
Thank God Kenny is a boxer shorts man like myself! I don't know what I'd do had he been into briefs, way too constricting!
Having a quick rummage through the drawer Butters pulled out a pair of black socks and a pair of Baw Bag boxers that had the image of monkeys all over them. Butters chuckled softly at the boxers and dropped the towel that was wrapped around his waist. The boxers were a good fit if a little baggy. Kenny was obviously pretty close to Butters waist wise despite their height difference. Pulling on his own jeans and then the black socks Butters went in search of a shirt. After a rummage through Kenny's closet Butters came across a blue and green checkered shirt which Butters deemed 'cute'. Buttoning up the shirt he looked at himself in the mirror. The shirt was fairly large on him but it was passable. Deciding to undo a few buttons at the top and making it more casual looking, and also proudly showing off his crucifix, Butters decided that he looked presentable enough to venture out and see what else had changed in the last five years since he'd been gone. Noticing that Kenny had left a spare key in the door, Butters locked the door behind himself and made his way down the steps, jumping the last two and started heading down the road to see what he could find. It was a beautiful day if not a little chilly and the sky was a clear, cheery blue. The birds were singing and Butters tried to whistle a little tune as he walked down the road, hands in his pockets.
I should really buy a toothbrush while I'm out... I'm really turning into a hobo.
So I hope this chapter was enjoyable for you all. I'm sorry it took so long to get up! I actually found this chapter quite difficult to write but I enjoy a challenge. If you liked it and hey, even if you didn't, please could you leave me a little review? I'd like to know that you guys are enjoying what I'm writing and if you're not, it gives me something to work with and try and improve my story. Have a great day everyone! Zukuto