Much love and hugs for all of you followers and reviewers! Warning for a naughty revenge thingy.
Revenge isn't always sweet
It was raining, the Friday I went to Token's house once more. It seemed as if spring was having a temporary break and it was cold outside. I cursed the rain as I started jogging when the rain started to fall in big waves from the sky, sweeping over the pavement and the parks. Luckily I had an umbrella which kept my hair and upper body dry, but my legs got muddy as I sped through the streets.
I had to hurry anyway, I was already late. I had looked over Kenny's notes some more and had held some practice rounds with myself. I was nervous, even when I knew I needed this kind of real life practice. I really wanted to win in that tournament and it was only two weeks away. But unfortunately practicing meant sometimes losing to Cartman, which was awful.
I arrived at Token's house and knocked on the door, hoping Token would open quickly. I could see his blurred form approaching quickly and I snapped my umbrella close as he opened the door.
"Hey man!" Token greeted me.
"Hey dude." I said back, stepping inside. I took off my dirty shoes and wiped some mud from my jeans.
"Good you're here. Clyde is running late." Token said as I hung up my coat. "So far it's only me, Jason and Cartman. We're shooting some pool, want to join in?"
"Yeah sure. At least I can beat Cartman at that for sure." Token grinned at me.
"Please do. He's being an ass. But, hey, what else is new?"
I followed him towards a room different from the one we had first practiced poker in. It was more towards the back of the house, the big windows letting in the dreary light of the afternoon, the rain giving a gray tone to the it. Cartman was already shooting some pool, but he was dreadful at it. But that was of course something he would never admit out loud. It was always either that someone was distracting him or that the cue stick was bad or the felt was too worn out. I was surprised Token even allowed him to play. Cartman had broken more than one cue stick in a fit of rage after losing a game.
Jason was already there, lounging in a chair and watching as Cartman played. I knew it was probably making Cartman nervous. If there was one thing Cartman hated more than anything it was people seeing him lose. Jason waved at me and grinned. I waved back and walked towards the table. Cartman had the striped ones and was obviously already behind.
"Hey fag." Cartman said, tongue peeking out from between his teeth as he was aiming to take his next shot.
"Hey." Token already handed me a cue stick, a glint in his eyes. Obviously he wanted me to beat Cartman.
"Stan is filling in for me a bit. I'm going to call Clyde to see where that motherfucker is."
"Whatever." Cartman said, missing the white ball all together and cursing under his breath. I grinned and went to take my shot. Of course, I should have known that the moment I bent forward I felt a shooting pain in my backside.
"Ah!" I gasped and went to grasp my ass, remembering just in time that it would be awfully suspicious when I did. Instead I went for my lower back, as if I had strained myself.
"What's up?" Jason asked.
"Nothing." I said. "I think I strained my back."
"You're getting old." Cartman smirked from his place by the window.
I ignored him and bent down carefully, aiming for the pocket on the other side of the table. Even though I had had sex 5 days ago I still had some trouble recovering. I had done some online research, with pink cheeks and checking the door constantly, but anal sex was listed as being something you had to be very careful about. Apparently you could easily be in a lot of pain and even bleed. Kenny must have done a really good job on making sure that that didn't happen. But I had already noticed I was recovering rather slowly. It was clear my body had had a blow from it and from time to time I still felt sore or felt shooting pains in my ass.
It was a good thing Clyde showed up after only 15 minutes. I was winning big time, not holding back at all, and Cartman was getting thoroughly pissed off at me. He was making nasty comments about Wendy all the time, obviously trying to get a rise out of me. But I had truly learned from Kenny, and I just ignored him and kept playing. Frustrating Cartman immensely while doing so.
Token and Clyde walked in. Clyde was also wet from the rain, his hair a mess and his cheeks pink as if he had been running.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." He apologized.
"That's okay." I said. Cartman quickly put away his cue stick, clearly being glad Clyde was saving him from further embarrassment. Jason got up with a grin. He must have noticed Cartman's relief.
"Come on, you dick wads, we haven't got all day." Cartman grumbled and he walked towards the table to the left of the room. I put away my cue stick as well and moved to join the others.
"Hey man." I said to Clyde as we walked towards the table together.
"Hey." He said with an unsure smile. "Sorry you had to wait for me."
"Oh, that's okay. I was a bit late too."
"Yeah, we had to wait for both you fags." Cartman grumbled as he sat down, immediately grabbing a cigar from his pocket. I ended up sitting next to Clyde and Jason. Token joined as, taking a bottle of whiskey with him from the cabinet. I wasn't too sure about drinking but Token was already pouring all of us a glass as Jason dealt us the cards.
My hand was disastrous, jack of hearts and a three of diamonds. The three cards that were dealt on the table were not in favor either: all of them were spades, an ace, a five and an eight. It would be hard to make something of that. But of course, that didn't mean I would let that show on my face. I grinned and tried to suppress the urge to scratch my neck, knowing the others were always on the watch for possible tells.
Next to me, Clyde tugged at his shirt and I knew what that meant. I grinned wider and decided to raise. What the hell, I thought, who knew how things might turn out? I remembered how I felt when I realized I liked Kenny and found out he felt the same. No, no one really knew how things would sometimes turn out.
And I wasn't even bothered in the slightest as Cartman blew some smoke into my face from across the table.
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Token kept refilling our glasses. And even when I could still hear Kenny's advice about not getting drunk, I threw all caution to the wind and drunk all of those glasses of whiskey. And Token just kept 'em coming. And all of us kept drinking and meanwhile the cards switched hands, were shuffled or thrown down onto the table in fury.
Full house for Token, new round of drinks, Ace high for Clyde, some bowls with chips appeared on the table,a pair of tens for me, more drinks...
Clyde turned steadily more pink and I knew I must have a blush on my cheeks as well. I looked at my cards and frowned. I was sure I had an ace, a black one, right? Where had it gone? I looked at Jason. Had he stolen it? No wait, maybe it was last round I had had it...No, then I had a pair of Jacks, combined with the one on the table giving me three of a kind and winning that round.
I was confused and it was showing on my face, because Clyde looked at me and laughed really hard. Giggling and nearly knocking over his glass.
"Look at Stan's face!" He giggled.
"Hey!" I said, face crunched in mock but I couldn't help but smile. Clyde's joyful laughter was contagious and I vaguely wondered how he got that happy. Cartman smirked at us from across the table, trying to appear all serious but not quite managing it as his hair was a mess and one of his cards fell out of his hands.
"Hey! You have my ace!" I shouted as I saw it was the ace of spades. Cartman just stared for a bit before laughing.
"Well, if you have an ace than I fold." Token said.
"Nice going, Marsh." Cartman snapped.
"Oh dude, chill. You shouldn't fret." Clyde said, and as if to prove his point he poured some more whiskey in Cartman's glass.
"Speaking of fretting about things. I think now is the right time." He said the last sentence quite loudly.
"What are you-." Token started, but his question was answered as the door opened and a stripper walked in. A male stripper. My eyes went wide as I saw clearly he was only wearing a very tiny red thong underneath his tight pants and very tight white shirt.
Cartman gestured towards Clyde.
"That's the guy." The stripper didn't bat an eye before pulling Clyde's chair back and swinging one of his legs over his lap, smiling as he did so.
"What..." Jason asked, confused. But I already knew what this was about. Clyde had made a remark last time about Cartman having a thing for Kyle, this was his way of revenge: making Clyde gay as well. Clyde turned bright red as the stripper practically ground down onto his lap, his hands on Clyde's shoulders.
Cartman had had the strange idea of hiring Clyde a red headed stripper. Though his hair was sleek and not wild and curly as Kyle's was.
"Who's gay now, huh Clyde?" Cartman said as the stripper ripped off his shirt, exposing a very, very muscular chest. Clyde's eyes went wide and he made a chocking sound in shock. Clyde was really embarrassed, but as he looked at Cartman's triumphant face, he seemed to make a decision. He smiled at the stripper and leaned back in his chair, relaxing visibly. Cartman's mouth dropped open in shock. Token whooped and poured himself another drink.
My eyes flew over the room and I noticed a stereo set quite next to us. I got up and searched for a good song in the playlist of the attached I-pod. The perfect one appearing on the screen and I hit play without a second thought.
The nasty, provocative tunes of 'You can leave your hat on' filled the room. The others laughed and even Cartman joined in. The stripper obviously knew what to do and started dancing around the room, taking more and more clothes off as he went.
Clearly Cartman had wanted to embarrass Clyde by having him get a lap dance from a male stripper. All of us knew how red and uncomfortable Clyde could get, but not this time. Clyde just laughed and let the stripper do his job. The others were so drunk that they cheered him on. We were all turning rather gay, I thought.
The stripper left after only a short while, or so I thought. He seemed rather happy at our positive attitude and delirious shouting.
"Hm, so that didn't work." Jason said, grinning at Cartman, who shrugged.
"Yeah, dude you really took it in stride!" I said, bumping Clyde's shoulder.
"Yeah, I took Kyle's advice: stay calm. I'm not as good as he is at rebuttals so we figured that would be the best way to go." Ah, so Kyle had talked to Clyde about Cartman's possible revenge. Good.
"So the Jew fag gave you the advice to possibly accept a gay lap dance, huh?" Cartman snorted, but Clyde staid remarkably calm and grinned. He turned to me with a glint in his eyes
"He's just acting like this because Kyle is dating someone."
"Wh-what?" Cartman looked quite devastated.
"Kyle is dating someone?" I blurted out. Clyde's grin evaporated from his face.
"Yes, he didn't tell you?" He seemed really uncomfortable all of a sudden.
I had already figured out it would probably be something like that. But why on earth had he told Clyde, of all people, and not us? He had wanted to keep it a secret from me but he did tell Clyde, whom he was barely friends with? I felt rejected, but my curiosity got the better of me.
"Do you know who?" I asked Clyde. I could see, from the corner of my eye, how Cartman repeated with a shocked expression:
"The Jew is seeing someone." Muttering and looking quite sad. His quietness was rather unsettling.
"Erm, no." Clyde shifted nervously. "I thought he had told you guys."
"Dude, dude!" Token said and he slung an arm around my shoulders. "You should also go and- and see someone!" His eyes were sliding over my face as if he had trouble focusing on something.
"I- I mean Wendy is a bitch!" He made a wild gesture, across from us Jason nodded enthusiastically.
"But Stan is also seeing someone!" Cartman shouted. His sadness about Kyle forgotten, or hidden away. I didn't know he had actually remembered that when I had told it the others at the sleepover.
"Really?" Token said. I could only grin in answer.
"Dude! That is awesome!"
"Are you going to her when you leave?" What a splendid idea!
"Ow, man I totally should!"
"Yeah! You should! " Clyde said, smiling happily at me. He could be nice, I thought. No wonder Kyle had told him something he couldn't tell me. Though I'd have to talk to him about that. Kyle should trust me, God dammit.
"Fuck yeah, then I will!" I shouted happily. The others whooped.
"But, awww." Token said. "Cartman here is still single!" We turned to look at Cartman, who looked rather small all of a sudden.
"What? No I'm not-." He tried but we interrupted him.
"Aw!" Clyde said, throwing his arms wide and moving in on Cartman to hug him.
"Aw!" I echoed and the four of us rushed over to Cartman to hug him.
"EY! You fags, stop it!" But we had all thrown our arms around him, hugging him from all possible angles. I was squished between Cartman's left side and part of Clyde. It felt really nice, all that physical contact. My God, I was turning gay! With a smirk I squeezed Cartman a bit tighter, who shouted and thrashed but was ignored by all of us.
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After many, many hugs and fist bumps I finally left Token's house, wobbling slightly and having trouble focusing on walking on the sidewalk. My legs seemed to carry me in every direction and I had ended up on the road a few times. I grabbed my phone and with my eyes screwed in concentration I dialed Kenny's number. I practically shouted when he picked up:
"Dude!"
"Stan?"
"Hey, hey Kenny! How are you?"
"Well, I was sleeping." Kenny grumbled. "Are you all right?"
"What? Yes! Yes! Of course, I just wanted to talk to you for a moment."
"Where are you right now?"
"Uh..." I said looking around. It was difficult to orientate when being drunk. I could just make out the name of the street on the sign. Pronouncing it proved even more difficult.
"A-avenida de las pes-pes-pesa. Pesos? No, pesadiltas. Yes."
"You mean Avenida de los pesadillas." Kenny said. I could hear him snicker.
"Yes! That is what I said."
"What number?" Vaguely I heard some movements on the other side of the line.
"Dunno, man. There is a burger place here."
"Good, can you stay there for a moment?"
"What?" I was surprised. His words not making any sense to me.
"Sit down there, and wait for me."
"But, but..." I spluttered. "There isn't a bench here! How am I supposed to sit down?"
He laughed out right now.
"Just sit on the ground for a bit. I'll be right there, okay?"
"Oh, okay. Bye honey." I mumbled.
"Bye, babe. Stay there okay?" He hung up and I sat down on the pavement. The alcohol made me really tired all of a sudden and I just let myself fall back onto the sidewalk. Not bothering about the wetness of it or that someone might find me like that. After what felt like barely a minute, but what was probably longer I could feel someone sit down next to me.
"Well, well, well. It looks like it is my lucky day." I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them, and could just make out the blurry outlines of a blond mop of hair and a wide grin above me.
"Kenny!" I exclaimed and I yanked him down onto me. "I missed you so much!" I blurted out as I kissed him sloppily on the mouth. He chuckled.
"I missed you too." He backed up and started to tug me up. "Come on, tiger. Let's get you home."
"Your place?" I tried to wiggle my eyebrows in a sexy attempt but failed horribly.
"No, I think it is best that you are in own bed. Your parents might get worried otherwise. You barely sleep at home as it is. Your always at my place or at Kyle's." He said as he flung one of my arms over his shoulders and started to guide my way.
"Kyle!" I exclaimed as I remembered something.
"Stan." Kenny sighed. "For the last time. It's Kenny. You really have to remember that for when you are screaming it later."
I started laughing and then chocked horribly. He patted me on the back.
"You're really drunk." I could detect something Kyle-like in the manner he said that.
"Don't say that!" I grumbled. "You remind me of Kyle. And Kyle, he-, he-." I tried to remember what I wanted to say and then it hit me.
"He is dating someone!"
"Really?"
"Yes! Yes! And Clyde knows more about it but doesn't want to tell us."
"That bastard." Kenny joked.
"Exactly! Why can't I know about her?"
"He doesn't know about us either."
"Yeah, well. That is because you are so awesome that Kyle might turn gay when he finds out you're into men."
He laughed and pulled me up the steps. We had arrived at my place without me noticing it. He grabbed my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door for me.
"Come on." He pushed me inside. "Let's get you to bed."
"Will you be joining me, sailor?" I grinned, leaning in to kiss his neck.
"Maybe." He joked back. "Come on."
I am sure, in hindsight, that I would not have been able to climb the stairs without Kenny's help. He helped me into my room and I stumbled onto the bed, pulling him with me. My lips found his easily and I kissed him hungrily. He returned the kiss just as eagerly, but as I moved to unbutton his jeans he stopped me.
"I'd love to Stan, but maybe it's better we wait until you're sober.'
"When did you become a gentleman?" I joked.
"When I started dating you." He replied.
"Aw, aren't you cute!" I grinned pressing my body against his and licking his neck. "Don't you wan't me to give you a blowjob?"
His nails dug into my arm. "Fuck yes! But not right now, you're drunk. No offense but you would probably suck at it. And not in the good way."
"Awww." I groaned. He pushed me down and started to unbutton my jeans. "Oh? A blowjob for me?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Next time, Stan. Next time." He tugged them off my body and my shirt followed suit. He pulled me under the covers.
"Will you stay for a bit?" Suddenly it was really important that he did. He looked at me and his eyes softened.
"Yes, for just a moment." He cuddled up to me and I wrapped myself around him, thoroughly enjoying his warmth and smell. After a short while I woke up, feeling how Kenny left the bed.
"Hey, I'm going home." He whispered as he leaned over me.
"Hm, thanks for bringing me home."
"Any time." He kissed me softly and moved towards the door.
"You're really great." I mumbled as an afterthought.
"You are too, babe."
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