I had asked my mom if Kenny could spend the night at our house, and she was more than happy for him to stay. I was still up there on Cloud 9, I really couldn't get over how accepting my whole family had been, and neither could Kenny. After the photos and a little bit of conversation, Kenny and I headed up to my room to spend some time alone. Kenny shut the door behind him and the second he turned around I jumped at him, embracing him in a hug.

"I love you so much Kenny. Thank you so much for being with me today, you have no idea how much that meant to me."

Kenny wrapped his arms around me, hugging me back as tightly as I hugged him, "It was my pleasure Kyle, and I'm always going to be right here for you. All you've got to do is ask." He pulled back and kissed my cheek before walking over to my bed, dragging me with him by my hand.

We both sat down, facing each other, talking about how the whole day had played out. We were both so giddy about it. Everyone knew about us. All our friends, my family, Kenny's family. Everyone that matters knows about what Kenny and I have together.

"Wait, Cartman doesn't know yet."

Kenny stared at me, a confused look on his face, "You actually want to tell Cartman? Eric Cartman? Aren't you a little afraid as to how he'll react?"

"As much as I hate to say it, he's our friend. And sure, he has abused us for years, but I think nowadays, it's more out of habit and nostalgia than actual malicious intent."

"You're right Kyle, he deserves to know as much as any of our other friends. Why don't a bunch of us arrange to grab coffee some time?"

"That sounds fun, I'll send out a text to everyone now, for tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a plan!"

I wrote a short little text, telling everyone to meet at Tweak Bros. Of the people invited was Craig, Tweek, Stan, Wendy, Bebe, Clyde, Cartman, Token and Butters, and I told them to invite anyone else they saw fit. Within a couple of minutes, most of them had replied, confirming their attendance, including Cartman.

"There we go, I think everybody seems happy to go."

Kenny tackled me onto my back, lying on top of me, "My boyfriend is such a great event planner, isn't he?"

I giggled and struggled to flip him off me, but damn was he strong, "Does my boyfriend want to stop being such a dick and get off of me?"

"Hmm, lemme see." He looked up to the ceiling and looked around the room, "Boyfriend says no."

At this point he lowers his hands to my waist and begins to tickle me just above my hips, his warm hands up under my shirt. I should never have told him how ticklish I was.

"Ahhhhhh K…Ken!" I was struggling to speak through my hysterical laughing, "K…Ken…stop please!" Every few words was cut off by more laughs escaping my mouth, I couldn't control myself. Kenny kept going, tickling further up under my shirt as I struggled beneath him.

I knew there was no point to fight it, so I did the only thing I could to get him to stop. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled myself up to plant my lips hard against his. Almost instantaneously, he lowered his hands back down to rest on my hips as he rolled me on top of him, pulling me down into an even deeper, more passionate kiss. A soft moan escaped my mouth and he moaned my name back into my mouth as his tongue continued its exploration.

I never really liked my name much until I found out what it tastes like when you sigh it into my mouth. Hearing Kenny gasp beneath me, hearing his breathing get heavy and feeling his heart beat faster, they tell me I'm doing something right. Unfortunately, we do have to break apart for air, and just in time, the second we stop, Ike comes barging into my room.

"Oh, sorry guys!"

I quickly scramble off of Kenny and sit up on the bed beside him, Kenny still lies there, arms behind his head.

'Why has he got to be so sexy?'

"No no, don't worry Ike. What were you looking?"

Ike ran over, jumped up onto my bed and hugged me, "Thanks for the new game Kyle!"

I hugged him back, chuckling softly, "No problem Ike, I knew you'd like it."

Ike stood back up and smiled over at my boyfriend, "Hiya Kenny!"

Kenny quickly sat back up, shuffling over to the edge of the bed to be beside me, "Hey there Ike. You know, I told Kyle to get you that game."

"That's cause you're the cool one. Kyle's just the super smart brother."

I sat there glaring at them both before shoving Kenny back onto the bed, "Ike…Kenny didn't help me at all with your present, I picked it out all by myself."

Kenny sat back up again and winked at my younger brother, "We'll let him believe that, won't we?"

Ike laughed and headed for the door, "Happy Hanukkah guys!"

"Shut the door tight behind you Ike!"

One thing I hated was the door not being closed completely, so I always made sure to tell anyone who left my room to shut it tight, just to make sure they did.

"Now Kenny, where were we?"

Kenny grinned and pulled me down on top of him again. Soon clothes were removed and we found both of us under the covers. I was always the little spoon, but I was more than happy with that. Kenny was taller than me anyway.

"Hey Kyle…do you think tonight we could…you know?"

I rolled over to face Kenny, bringing my face close to his, "Sorry Ken, I…I don't think I'm quite ready yet. As much as I want it, I want to wait until I'm 100 percent certain I can go through with it."

Kenny smiled and kissed my nose, my cheeks flaring up with a blush instantly, "Kyle, you don't need to apologise. I'm happy to wait…for you."

'He really is such a little sweetheart.'

I gave him a quick kiss before rolling back over, Kenny wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling his chest against my back. I always felt so safe like this, like not a single thing could go wrong. Kenny was protecting me, and I was so happy to be held tight in his arms. I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck, it was relaxing, especially during the cold winter nights. I find myself drifting off to sleep, slowly and peacefully.

I was blissfully awoken by a certain smell, it was a smell I was greeted by a few months ago. As I rolled to face where I expected Kenny to be lying, my suspicions were proven true. Kenny's making pancakes. I gaze at my alarm clock, it's 8.30am. No doubt Dad's already left, but Ike and Mom are probably still in bed. I wonder if he's made enough for all four of us.

I get up and pull on a t-shirt and a pair of jogging bottoms before heading to the bathroom to give my teeth a quick clean. I head downstairs, the smell intensifying with each step I take, until I walk into the kitchen and the aroma caresses my nose…I can almost taste the pancakes already.

I walk up behind my boyfriend and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his neck softly, "Good morning you."

Kenny giggles and turns around to face me, draping his arms over my shoulders, "Well good morning to you too beautiful."

I love how Kenny looks in the morning. His blonde hair is a gorgeous mess, his cobalt-blue eyes are brighter than the sky and his smile just glistens at me. I lean in to kiss him, stopped by his index finger as he presses it against my lips.

"Don't want to spoil your appetite darling."

I shake my head at him and lick along his finger, "Fine then, it's your loss, not mine."

Kenny turns back around grinning, "Kyle, the pancakes are nearly ready, I've got the table all set. Would you mind waking your mom and your brother for me?"

I turn him back around and pout my lips out slightly, "Give me something first."

He rolls his eyes and gives me a quick little kiss.

"See, was that so hard?" I wink at him as I head back upstairs, letting him finish preparing our breakfast. I decide to go wake my mom first.

"Hey mom…mom wake up! Kenny's made us breakfast." I hear her rustle slightly in bed and mumble something quietly, "Come on mom, Kenny's about to serve it!" I leave my parents room, relieved to hear signs of her getting up, as I head to Ike's. "Ike, wake up. Your cooler brother has made you pancakes. Get your ass up before I eat yours too!"

I head back downstairs, hearing doors opening and footsteps following not too long behind, as I take my seat at the kitchen table. Kenny has gone all out. He's made more pancakes than I can even imagine, got all the cutlery we'd need. He's set the table to perfection and the smell of the food is just making me delirious. I thought I should be polite until the chef decides to sit down, it's the least I could do.

"Thank you so much for this Kenny, you know how much I love your pancakes."

"And you know how much I love you." Kenny kisses my head just before he sits down, and shortly after, my mom and brother show up. Ike, naturally, rushes straight to the table, eager to tuck into any food provided for him. My mother is still a little in shock at the breakfast prepared before her.

"Kenny, was this you?"

Kenny smiled up from his food, "Yes indeed, now eat up before it starts going cold."

My mom promptly sat down, taking a pancake from the stack in the middle, taking a bite, "These are delicious, Kyle's got to have you over more often." She let out a short giggle before finishing off her pancake. It didn't take long for the previously huge pile of them to whittle down to nothing. There was no denying that Kenny made some great breakfast, evidenced by the sheer lack of leftovers any time he cooked.

Soon after finishing my mother and Ike offered to tidy the kitchen, giving Kenny and I time to go and get ready for meeting our friends. I had an en-suite put into my bedroom a couple of years ago, so it gave Kenny and me and the opportunity to have a shower together. It was really quite hot. Kenny undressed me and I undressed him. He led me into the shower, not letting go of my hand, and we just stood there, as the water cascaded over our bodies, holding each other, kissing one another. Completely and utterly oblivious to the world, lost in our love.

Reality flashed back just enough for us to remember why we were showering in the first place, we had friends to meet. It would be awful rude for the organisers to be late to coffee. So while we were thoroughly enjoying the shower, we had to end the fun rather early for my tastes.

'Just wait until your Graduation holiday.'

I grinned at the thought. I still could barely get over it, I'd be spending a week with the beautiful blonde boy who's getting dried just a few feet from me. He had finished drying his hair and I couldn't help but laugh. We all know Kenny's hair is normally quite messy, but it's usually a sexy messy. This, however, the freshly-dried messy, was rather hilarious.

"Shush you, let's see your hair when you dry it!" Kenny smirked back at me, knowing full well my hair was even more uncontrollable when it's towel dried. But I wasn't going to give Kenny the satisfaction of letting him see.

"Hey Ken, could you go fetch me a pair of boxers, top drawer. Yep, over there."

The second he stepped out of my bathroom, I shut the door and locked it tight, "On second thought, I don't think I'll be letting you see my hair until I've got it all sitting nicely for you babe!"

"You are such an ass sometimes Kyle!"

"I thought you loved my ass?"

I heard him laugh, I knew I'd won this round. It didn't take me long to dry off and to fix my hair, I was not giving him any reason to laugh at how mad it can be sometimes. By the time I'd finished drying, Kenny was already completely ready. He had his hair tamed slightly, his clothes back on, and was sitting on my bed waiting.

"Come on Kyle, we've only got half an hour."

I quickly dropped my towel and walked over to my drawers, swaying my hips with each step before stopping, bending over, and pulling out a pair of boxers. I knew I was teasing Kenny but oh how I loved it. I pulled my boxers up my legs before turning to Kenny, grinning at him and biting my lip. I could see a blush flaring up his cheeks and I was revelling in it, I had him wrapped around my little finger.

I quickly gathered my clothes, taking as long as I possibly could to get them on. Kenny's impatience had now turned to lust, but I wasn't going to give him any satisfaction. After I'd finished getting dressed, I grabbed my phone and my wallet and was ready to head.

"You coming Ken?" I winked at him, holding out my hand towards him.

He took my hand and laughed at me, shaking his head, "I hate you."

We made our way downstairs, hand in hand. I was excited to go out with friends…sober this time. Let's just hope their reactions weren't the alcohol talking.

"Hey mom, Kenny and I are going out with our friends, I'll be back later, okay?"

"Sure thing Buba, take care! You too Kenny, look after Kyle for me, won't you dear?"

"Of course, we both know Ky's prone to accidents!"

My mother laughed as I shoved Kenny out of the door, "Yeah okay BYE MOM!"

I walked ahead of Kenny as we reached the sidewalk as he laughed his way along behind me. I couldn't help but try and conceal the grin that was on my face. I loved how witty Kenny could be, but I couldn't let him know, gotta pretend I didn't find it funny. But as hard as I tried, by the time he had caught up to me and intertwined our fingers, he could see I had found it pretty funny.

"See Ky, you can't stay mad at this cute face."

I stuck my tongue in my cheek, glancing over at him and biting my lip yet again. Why was he so right? Why was he so adorable? Just a few of the questions I pondered on our way to the coffee shop. Kenny kept bringing up the trip I'd got us, I am so glad that he's this excited. It's such a relief, I'm just as eager to go as he is, it'll be nice to have our own time away, together.

We reached Tweek Bros. a few minutes early, and most of our friends had the tendency to show up ever so slightly late, so we were also the first two there. Tweek wasn't working today, his father was running the shop. Kenny and I ordered our usual and sat down, and were pleasantly greeted by Craig and Tweek joining us not even a minute later. I was always a little jealous of Tweek and Craig, they got free coffee in here. I became a little bit of a coffee addict when I started hanging out more with Craig. He always dragged me down here, I know now that it was to see Tweek, but it forced me to start drinking coffee.

Kenny and Tweek started talking away, they were pretty close friends after all, just as close as Craig and me. They got along really well, Kenny was one of the only other people who could keep Tweek calm enough to almost completely negate his twitching, the other obviously being Craig, unless of course Tweek is drinking, then that's a whole other story!

Very soon, more of our friends filtered into the coffee shop, we pushed tables together and managed to squeeze us around both of them. Kenny sat with his arm around my shoulders, we'd both grown quite accustomed to it. It was Kenny's way of saying I'm his, without it being too possessive or in-your-face. I liked it, it showed he cared, it was really quite adorable as well. If course, that was until Cartman arrived.

When Craig and Tweek had announced their relationship, Cartman was the most vocal about it. Of course, most of what he said was just talk, and it died down quite quickly. Not to mention, one of Craig's bad looks was enough to turn you to stone. So as Kenny sat there, sipping his coffee, his arm around me, I could only but imagine how Cartman would look the second he laid eyes upon us.

And boy was I right.

Cartman was the last to arrive, which was not a surprise. Kenny and I had our backs to the door, so he mustn't have picked up on us right away, but the only free seat was directly across from us.

"Oh great, everyone's here. We've got these two bitches, the jock, the fags, the Jew, poor-boy…wait wait wait!"

Here it comes…

"YOU TWO ARE FAGS TOO? Hahahaha. The Jew and the Poor kid are gay for each other. Kahl, Kenneh, I…you guys are too much. You do realise this is the greatest thing ever. Thank you so much, this is gold!"

Cartman reached across the table and shook both ours hands. We've just given him the perfect source of abuse for the entire Christmas period.

"Kyle, I'm sorry, I haven't got you a present for that Jew holiday your family celebrates, but you've certainly given me more than I could ask for. Jewish, poor, and now you're both fags…for each other."

Cartman continued like this for the next few minutes, laughing hysterically as the rest of us resumed our conversations. Kenny asked me if I was okay, I was more than okay, I was happy. This is Cartman down to a T, and I know, deep down, he doesn't give a single shit.