Title: Lucky Seven
Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Blemery
Author's Email: T
Status: In Progress
Part: 11/?
Pairings: Stan/Kyle, Stan/Wendy, Stan/Partner No. 2-6, Kyle/Bebe, Kyle/Partner No. 2-6, Kenny/Partners No. 1-5, Cartman/Partners No. 1-3
Warnings: Future fic, slash, het, heavy plotting on Kyle's part, language.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: The average person has seven partners in their life time. Kyle wants to be number seven; he has 5 summers and 4 years to pull it off. Kenny's in on the plan and has to help fill the big flaw in the plan
Author's Notes: Lots and Lots of pairings that will be seen in the fic, but all in the name of Kyle/Stan.
Beta: None.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Matt and Trey. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 11: Partner No. 2: Thomas; Beware of Raisins' Birthday Dish
Kenny rolled out of Bebe's bed, onto the floor. He looked around for his pants. He and Bebe had been fucking for a while now, and it was somewhat of a real relationship now. Kenny was spending hours with Bebe everyday. He did little favors for her and she blew his mind. So it all worked out well.
"Kenny, where are you going?" Bebe pulled her blanket around the lower half of her body. She was lying in bed still recovering from the way Kenny had taken her.
"It's Stan's Birthday. I promised that I would meet up with the guys today." Kenny pulled on his only pair of jeans. He grabbed his hoodie and pulled it on over her head. "I've been ditching them more then I should. So I'll see you tomorrow."
"Kenny," Bebe whined looking a little put out, and used. She rolled over to her side to look at Kenny better. The blond male curiously waited for her to continue. "Shut the window will you?"
Kenny nodded he hurried over to shut her window. "Kay, see you later." He hurried to the door pausing inside the door in case she needed anything else.
"Call you later," She yawned closing her eyes. Sometimes Kenny forgot that they only loved each other for their bodies, and the sex.
He rolled his eyes, and hurried down the stairs. He noticed Bebe's father left his wallet unguarded in the living room, so he took thirty dollars from it before he left. He needed to get Stan a present anyway, and this way he could get him something really nice.
He met Kyle, Stan, and Thomas at Stan's house, from there they were going over to the Raisins. They had excellent desserts for birthday's.
"Here Stan," Kenny handed him the shopping bag with his gift. "It is some lube, a book of positions, and a video game."
Stan smiled. It was just like Kenny, not to wrap it, and then tell him what he got him. He set the bag down near Kyle and Thomas's gifts. He would open those at the restaurant. "How'd you know I needed more lube?"
"I've noticed that Thomas's limp is more pronounced." Kenny said with a shrug. He figured they were going to need more lube the way they were going at it. "Let's go. I want to get some chicken wings."
The group nodded. Kyle carried the presents to the restaurant. He led the way, Kenny walking along beside them. It gave Stan and Thomas a chance to hold hands and whisper.
"I'm so glad you showed up. We were going to leave without you, and then I would have felt like a third wheel. They were already making out in front of me," Kyle complained.
Kenny was still impressed that Kyle could complain like this without the slightest bit of sadness. It actually seemed to Kenny that Kyle was one of those people that could be okay as long as the person they loved was happy.
"Sorry, I still had to buy Stan a gift." Kenny explained. Although, besides Cartman, Kenny was not obligated to get any of his friends gifts, which always bothered Kenny. He would rather buy gifts for Kyle and Stan then Cartman any day.
"I see," Kyle suspected but did not ask about where Kenny got the money for the gifts. In fact, he did not ask anything. They arrived at Raisins and Kenny held the door open for the present barring redhead.
Thomas and Stan were a ways behind them. Thomas had his head on Stan's shoulder and they just looked so happy together. Kenny shrugged and yelled, "Hurry the fuck up!"
The two teenagers hurried in and were promptly seated, thanks to the fact that Kyle had already spoken to the hostess. They were sat in a slower section and Kyle placed the gives on the table next to theirs.
"What can I get you boys?" Porschea asked when she approached them. The boys were quick to order and were able to give Stan his gifts before the food arrived.
"Wow Kyle, a Broncos football and it's signed!" Stan grinned. He had not idea where Kyle got something like this, but he knew it was not easy.
"Yeah, well my Dad helped the team's lawyer in a case, and I knew that you were a big fan." Kyle could not help but smile as big as Stan grinned.
Thomas cleared his throat. He did not notice anything strange about Kyle and Stan's connection. He knew they were really close friends. Stan even described their relationship as brotherly sometimes. "I know I already got you something…"
"Silk boxers," Kenny whistles holding up the garments, although underwear was not the only thing that Thomas had given Stan.
Stan stole back his boxers and turned his attention back to Thomas. His tourettes making his nose wrinkle up frequently, "But, there was one more thing I wanted to give you." Thomas wrung his hands. He did not want to mess this up. He took a deep breath and then looked into Stan's bright blue eyes. Just looking at him made Thomas smile; he knew he was ready to say what he had planned.
"Stan, I love you." Thomas sincerely said.
Kyle and Kenny looked a little out of place for a moment. They pretended to both be very interested in the painting near Kenny's head.
Stan's reaction faired much better. He took Thomas's hands in his, and without turning even a little bit green, he replied. "I love you too." He kissed Thomas's hands, and then his lips.
The other two boys shot glances at Thomas and Stan, but said nothing. They congratulated each other with high fives under the table.
Dinner was served which forced Stan and Thomas to finally pull apart. They ate almost robotically. The two other boys acted more casually but they got the feeling that Stan and Thomas would much rather be screwing each other.
"You know Kyle you should find a boyfriend or, slut, girlfriend," Thomas ticced. He had finished about half of his meal, and he was starting to relax.
Kyle looked a little surprised. He did not want to be lectured about finding a partner by Thomas. Still he did not want to be rude to Stan's boyfriend. "You know I'm perfectly okay being single."
"That's right. Kyle has to take things at his own pace," Stan explained. He knew that Kyle could not be punished into anything. It would be nice though to double date with the four of them.
Kenny shook his head, "I think Kenny should see someone. I'm seeing Bebe, and you're with Thomas. I wouldn't feel guilty fucking Bebe if Kyle had someone of his own."
Kyle turned to glare at Kenny. He knew the plan and he should not be giving him a hard time. "You feel guilty?"
"Well, no. But you know what I mean," Kenny shrugged.
"No, I'm not sure." Kyle sounded angry. He did not care about being nice to Kenny.
Stan however caught Kyle's gaze. He did not want his friends to ruin his birthday by arguing. Kyle smiled instantly feeling better.
"But if you found someone you liked, you'd date them right?" Thomas asked still curious. Kyle had a feeling that Thomas subconsciously knew what Kyle felt for his best friend. The redhead nodded, but knew that there would be no one he liked more then Stan.
Porshcea, Lexus, and the other Raisins arrived with Stan's birthday dessert. Stan gave Kyle a look, the redhead smiled. He had told the hostess when they arrived. Porshcea lit the candles and the girls sang to Stan. They gave Stan a little lap dance as well, to the boys' delight.
At the end of the song Stan blew out the candles. He took a deep breath and blew hard. The candle's sparked landing on Kenny's coat. None of the boys noticed at first. They dug into the dessert eating the chocolate cake and commenting on how good it was.
Stan and Thomas started to spoon forkfuls into each others mouths. Kyle sighed and looked away. That's when he noticed that Kenny's hood and jacket was on fire. "Kenny!"
The blond looked over at Kyle not away of the heat on the back of his neck. But the movement caught his hair on fire. "Fuck." He swore. Thomas and Stan looked over seeing the blond hair light like a blow torch. Kenny did not wash as often as everyone else and the oils in his hair caught on fire fast.
"Oh my god!" Thomas shuttered. He had recently forgotten that Kenny was able to return back to life. Most people did unless they spend enough time with Kenny that it was a regular occurrence. "Stan, do something!"
Stan looked around unsure what he should do. He thought about dosing Kenny in water but none of them had ordered any water. Kenny stood up, now really feeling the heat. He watched as his hair flaked into ash, smelling terrible. The couple in the booth near them pulled out a pepper spray can and sprayed him. They only wanted to keep him away but the pepper-spray caused the flame to combusted. The entire room exploded with light and color, and in Kenny's place was a pile of ash.
The people in that section of the restaurant had to be treated for smoke ventilation and Thomas was so freaked out that Stan had to ditch Kyle to bring Thomas home. Kyle delivered Stan's charred gifts to his house before heading home.
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"Welcome to Hell. You're dead." This guide was pretty new. Kenny new for a fact that the guides were supposed to explained to the dead that they were dead first, and then they were supposed to welcome them to Hell. Kenny did not want to be bothered by a guide if he was not going to do it right.
He took the first exited he could. He headed over to the local club that had open to hopefully attract the teen celebrities. Of course the only teen celebrity in Hell was the son of Satan, Damien.
Kenny found the prince of darkness shoving some middle-aged man off of him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spit. "A mid-life crisis is supposed to happen when you're a live douche."
The blond smiled, that was Damien. He hurried over to the other teenager. "Hey Kenny," Damien motioned to the booth near the back. They weaved around the throbs of teens dancing under the strobe, before reaching the booth. "You look charred let me guess, you caught on fire?"
"Yeah because of birthday candles," Kenny complained. As much as he liked the fact that he usually came back to life, he did not like dieing. "So you're still after the dudes?"
Damien smiled, "I used to hate all my Dad's lovers. I thought he was a huge sissy, but now I totally understand why he likes guys."
Kenny nodded. He did not disagree with the thought of being with another guy. He just liked the female form more, but he knew there was one guy he would give up any girl for. "Can I set you up?"
"With one of your living friends?" Damien looked skeptical. The blond nodded. "No I don't think so. You're type is just weird. I mean I only met them the once but still. Who is it?"
"Kyle." Kenny said. He watched Damien's expression change. "Yes, he's the one with the nice ass, and he's Jewish. Plus he has red hair I know how that turns you on."
Damien licked his lips, "I think I might be interested. What do you have in mind?"
"Well Kyle's a little shy. He just doesn't think he's worth any attention. But he is coming with Stan, Thomas, Bebe, and me to a party for Halloween. You could come along. Just talk to him. If you don't like him after an hour you can leave." Kenny explained. He looked hopeful. He really wanted this to work for his friend.
"Is that fat kid going to be there?" Damien asked.
"No, he's at a fat camp," Kenny explained. Damien's smile grew. He liked redheads just like Kenny said, also he loved the fact that Kyle was Jewish, a chosen child of God. Plus he could show off that ass to everyone when they were out. He agreed to meet Kenny for Halloween despite how cliché it sounded.