Author's Note: I know I say it a lot but thank you for even giving me and this story a chance. It means a lot and if you've made it this far then I hope this chapter is worth it :). This is just... happy things. Good things. I love the good things. But hold on to the good things. ...why does that remind me of Langston Hughes? *shrug* Anyway, seriously, happy reading! Hope you enjoy.
Chapter Title from "Feeling This" by Blink 182
Chapter Twenty-One: Where Do We Go From Here?
They arrived to Butters' house after Kyle reset Kenny's nose then immediately kicked them out as he and Stan claimed "date night." They picked up Kenny's motorcycle at school and then briefly went to the McCormick household so Karen could get Bunny. Kenny and Karen immediately began to carry the groceries in and quickly had them organized by what the products were. Butters smiled and kissed them both on the cheek; it actually saved him a lot of work. Now, he just had to alphabetize them in his cupboard.
Bunny was sniffing around the house yet stayed mostly by Karen as they helped alphabetize the groceries for Butters.
"You don't have to help," Butters said, "I'll show you your room in a minute," he addressed Karen, who had set her packed bag on the floor.
"Oh, what about Kenny's?" Both boys froze on the spot and Karen gave a surprised laugh."Kidding!" She teased, causing a dark blush to crawl on Butters' cheeks and Kenny to busy himself with the cans. Kenny cleared his throat, tapped his fingers on the counter, and hummed quietly as a blush crept on his cheeks.
Once all of the food was put away, Butters excitedly showed Karen around the house; she had only seen it once and that had been to talk to Kenny the prior Saturday. She said it felt comfortable, homey, and Butters couldn't help but scoff at that. Kenny patted his back and followed them up the carpeted stairs to the guest room.
"There's a room in the basement too, but my room is just right across from here and the basement scares me when I'm alone." Karen nodded as he opened the door and turned on the light. The walls were a light blue with a cream plush carpet; Karen instantly fell in love.
"I love it!" She cried, "I actually get to sleep here?" Butters nodded as she set her bag down and carefully walked in the room as if she'd cause destruction. She touched the bed and couldn't help but lay on it right away. "This is the comfiest bed I've ever been on," Karen said, "thank you so much, Butters!" he shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his knuckles together.
"There's a bathroom connected to this room too, but there's also one down the hall. When my aunt and uncle stay here t-this is where I sleep a-and I don't like sharing with them... and..." Butters trailed off, suddenly very uncomfortable. Butters felt Kenny's hand grab his reassuringly and he calmed down a little. "So whatever you're comfortable with." he finished with a smile.
"I've never had my own bathroom..."
"Well this is your lucky week!" She beamed and squeezed Butters in a hug.
"Thank you so much, for letting me stay here... for giving me this room... for everything."
"Awh, shucks, it's nothin'," He replied, hugging her back. "A-and if you need me for anything I'll just be right across the hall..."
"And Kenny." Both boys blushed and Kenny looked away from his sister who couldn't help but grin. "Guys, it's okay, I'm just waiting for one of you to say it."
"We're dating, Kar. We've slept in the same bed before, anyway," He said with a smile as he leaned against the door. Although she knew this already, she still appeared giddy as she looked at the two of them. "You are way too invested in this."
"I'm just happy my five year old self was right," she replied with a smirk, Kenny scoffed.
"Come on, we were seven and friends, you couldn't have known then!" She nodded, smirking even more like her brother, which slightly creeped out Butters.
"What sounds good for dinner, guys?" Butters said, kind of hungry. "I can make lots of things."
They decided on having spaghetti since it was quick and easy to make. Butters and Karen wouldn't let Kenny help cook except for warming the sauce, and even then he had to wear an oven mitt. He was also in charge of setting the table, which he thought could be more deadly than cooking, but didn't complain.
Butters couldn't help but grin as he glanced at Karen, who was slicing green peppers for a salad, and then to Kenny, who was making sure the table looked perfect and not a single dish or piece of silverware was crooked. The fourteen year old girl tilted her head curiously as she caught his expression and he laughed quietly.
"I'm sorry," he said, his chuckles dying off, "but... this feels more home to me than I usually do. This is what I've always though home should f-feel like." Karen smiled happily and tossed a slice of green pepper at him. Kenny was playing with Bunny, seeing as how the only other task they had given him had been completed, and his younger sister met eyes with Butters and nodded. They both seemed to understand each other completely, and remained silent as they continued cooking.
Once dinner was done, Kenny quickly ran to the sink to wash the dishes. Butters guffawed, causing Kenny to turn around as he finished scrubbing a bowl, and Butters walked up to him, silently, and opened the dishwasher.
"Lame," Kenny mumbled, handing the washed bowl to Butters who giggled. "You're Kenny-proofing your house."
"Obviously not, otherwise you wouldn't be here," Butters replied, smiling innocently up at his boyfriend who was grinning toothily. "But yes, my house was specifically designed so in case I became best friends and eventually boyfriends with a death-prone immortal I would have every precaution."
"Ow..." Kenny mumbled, holding up his cut thumb as he dropped a knife.
"Except that," they both laughed and Butters put his arms on Kenny's side as he pressed him against the counter. He kissed his neck and Kenny tilted his head back, granting him access to the areas that made him squirm.
"I would totally say continue..." Kenny mumbled as his cheeks grew flushed against Butters' ministrations. "But... I have homework." Butters gave Kenny a look for a moment, one that questioned his sanity, but that was quickly replaced with excitement.
After they rinsed the dishes and started the washer, Butters led Kenny into the living room where Karen was taking notes from her biology book.
"What homework do you have?" Butters asked as Kenny opened his backpack. He tossed out a couple outfits and pulled out his textbooks and notebooks.
"Anatomy, math, English, government, art, health..."
"So pretty much every one of your classes." Kenny grinned. "All of it due tomorrow?"
"Well, no. But I'm kind of behind because I've done the lessons from the beginning."
"By yourself?" Kenny nodded and opened his anatomy book. "Are you guys talking about the same stuff we are? 'Cause we're on the muscular system now." Butters nodded.
"I'm lost," Kenny admitted, looking down sheepishly. Butters took his book from him and Kenny opened his notebook.
"Okay, do you know the difference between actin and myosin? That goes with your first question." Kenny sighed.
"One is thick the other's thin but I don't know which one."
"Well, how I remember is thin rhymes with actin, get it?" Butters said, causing Kenny to roll his eyes and smile. Butters went through the study sheet with Kenny and gave him more explanation on certain things that confused him more than the book.
"I feel stupid," Kenny groaned as he shut his book. Butters scoffed and shoved him lightly.
"You're not stupid, you missed the first two months of school, you're fine," Kenny sighed heavily and began to read for English. "What's your project topic?" Kenny sighed again.
"Fate picked out Milton. So now I'm reading Paradise Lost." Butters hissed lowly and Kenny gave a curt nod. "I don't get it."
"It's supposed to be Satan's story."
"Yeah, well... Satan loves hell. That's what I don't get. I mean, yeah, it's fiction and a poem but really, the dude's happy... except Hitler wants to have a threesome with Bin Laden but Satan thinks Bin Laden is out to steal Hitler and he still dreams about Saddam even though they've been over for a long time. " Butters raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded.
"Don't make that your argument or you'll fail." Kenny stuck out his tongue, "It's... really good. Kinda, if you can understand it. Definitely Spark Note it." The blonde laughed and rested his head on Butters' shoulder.
"What's your project about?"
"The Necronomicon," Butters answered calmly, Kenny looked at Butters disbelievingly. "Seriously."
"You found it?!" he shook his head and Kenny shrank back.
"I'm researching what I can, but I have some from it. More than most people have compiled together. I'm also reading the Egyptian Book of the Dead too. I wanted to surprise you." Kenny smiled happily and wrapped his arm around Butters.
"That's incredible. What have you found?"
"Not much, nothing about you, or your curse. I'll give you what I have."
This seemed to energize Kenny. He quickly read through twenty pages of Paradise Lost and took as many notes as he could possibly stand. Butters had no homework, he used his study halls for studying but knew Kenny had different circumstances, so he was checking Kenny's math homework for him. Kenny moved on to government and finished the two quick worksheets assigned for the past two days.
"How goes the math?" Kenny asked, slamming his government book shut as he peered over Butters' shoulder. The bright blonde boy smiled happily.
"You only missed two, and even then you just missed cosine and tangent. See?" He did the calculations and Kenny stared blankly at the page.
"Shit, I can do basic trig!" Kenny chirped, then smiled smugly as Butters squeezed him excitedly. Karen laughed quietly from her perch on the chair and went back to her homework.
"Case and point as to why you're not stupid," Butters murmured, kissing his cheek. Karen stood up from the couch and set her books down on the table.
"Can I go to Ike's? I got a text from him... Ruby's over there and she's really upset about something." Kenny nodded. "I'll be back by 11:30, I promise." Butters glanced at the clock; it was 8:34.
"Be careful, if you need me to pick you girls up I will. But if you want Ike to walk you home, or Kyle, then you can do that too." Karen sighed heavily and gave a short nod, then closed the door behind her. Kenny turned to Butters, who smiled adoringly at him. "What?"
"You said 'home'," he hummed happily. Kenny shrugged his shoulders and planted a kiss on Butters' jawline.
"I guess it just feels like it," Kenny murmured against his pale skin. Butters shivered as their lips slowly collided in a passionately sloppy kiss. He would never get tired of feeling Kenny's slightly chapped lips against his. But as the kisses grew hotter and his legs became jelly and he lost all reasoning... Butters wanted more. The scent of Kenny drove him mad with lust as he leaned against the couch, and he had grown hard almost embarrassingly fast. Kenny noticed this as he leaned on top of him as they were propped up by the couch. He put his uninjured knee between his legs and caressed Butters in all the ways to make him unwind. He melted beneath Kenny and couldn't help but rut against his leg as he gently ran his hands under Kenny's shirt.
He loved feeling Kenny's chest against his, and the way every muscle in his back moved as his hands explored every inch of his body. At this point, Butters had nearly lost his mind.
"You're so small," Kenny mumbled as his hands massaged his sides. The blonde gasped and rolled his hips against Kenny's knee. The tiniest mewls poured from Butters as Kenny carefully straddled him. He hissed in slight pain as his leg twisted but ignored this as Butters rocked his hips rhythmically.
"I... ahh... want... something..." Kenny hummed with bright cheeks as he kissed down Butters' chest.
"Well, you have me...?" Butters stilled when feeling Kenny smile on his skin. He shook his head as he lifted his chin.
"No, Kenny. I uh... wanna... go all the way." He watched the realization dawn on his face and suddenly the mood was serious.
"N-now?" his voice broke slightly, Butters nodded and smiled softly. "Seriously?"
"I know it's not special for you b-but I'm sure I'm ready. I've waited way too long and I just want you... it. I want that special moment. I want to... I dunno, Ken. I don't see the point in waiting because... like you said, we have each other. We're different." He laughed nervously and blushed as Kenny sat up off of him.
"I..." he ran a hand through his hair and suddenly looked extremely nervous, which was odd considering this was sex they were talking about, "you're sure?" Butters nodded. "Jesus, Lee, it's not just gonna be special for you, okay? I-I know it's kind of scary. I was nervous too- hell, I'm nervous now. So, if you wanna stop or... you're not comfortable or anything... we'll stop. I promise." Butters nodded and kissed him fervently; he felt Kenny's heart race incredibly fast.
"Let's go upstairs..." Butters murmured, sending a side smile to Kenny, then took his hand.
This had not been on his agenda yet it felt right. It didn't matter to him that technically they had only been dating for three days. Kenny was what mattered. And as far as he was concerned he had had him for years. And touching him and feeling his mouth wasn't enough... he needed to feel him. He practically craved him.
Kenny squeezed Butters' hand and stroked the skin.
"D'you have condoms or anything?" He asked, Butters gave a nod as he opened his door and locked it, just in case.
"I don't want it, I want to..." he trailed off, Kenny nodded slowly and hugged Butters loosely. "I have lube too... I just... bought it once and..." Kenny chuckled and locked their lips together with a sweet hunger that Butters knew he could fill. He whimpered and hurriedly kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his shirt yet Kenny stilled him.
"Let's take this slow," he whispered in his ear, then flicked his tongue against the lobe, which caused Butters to shiver and fall against him. They kissed again and Kenny lost himself in the sensation of their tongues massaging together and Butters' caressing his cheek. He just wanted this to last; he didn't want it to be hurried. After all, he never experienced passionate sex, or making love. It was always just a desperate fuck to get money. Or a quickie with Bebe or some other girls who were desperate under the bleachers in the gym. Or... he shook his head.
Kenny pulled away momentarily to take off his shirt. He sat on the bed and smiled as the bright blonde boy turned on his small stereo. He watched as Butters opened the first drawer to his dresser and pulled out a condom and lube, then turned off the main light. The small lamp on his nightstand was on, however, and Butters crawled onto his bed.
"So what do we..." he trailed off, moaning as Kenny dipped his head in the valley of his shoulder. His hands ran through his hair and over his shoulders, causing goose pimples to rise on his skin. Kenny laid down on the bed; Butters toppled on top of him and they burst into hysterical laughter.
"God, Lee," Kenny whispered as he reached up and trailed his fingers down his arm, "you're so beautiful." Butters blushed and closed the distance between them. He felt Kenny rock hard, through his ripped jeans, and rocked his hips into Kenny's. They moaned in each others' mouths and Butters undid his skinny jeans, then Kenny's.
"You shaved your legs," Kenny mumbled, as his index finger running up his thigh.
"I don't like body hair, and I'm on the swim team. Is that weird?" Kenny shook his head and palmed him through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Butters sighed contentedly and closed his eyes.
"No way, do you think mine are gross?" Butters shook his head and smiled lightly at Kenny.
"Nuh-uh, they're not really hairy and it feels nice on mine. Besides, you shave where it matters," Kenny laughed loudly at that and slowly slipped his underwear down his ankles. Butters did the same, fingers shaking, and suddenly heard his heart hammer in his head. He felt cold... and he had no clue how he was going to manage to fit Kenny into his ass. That scared him the most.
His nerves melted when he felt Kenny stroke him firmly. He closed his eyes and rested his head on Kenny's shoulder as pleasure coursed through his veins. He sucked on the skin and felt Kenny's moan vibrate through his chest.
He heard the cap on the bottle of lubricant open and he stiffened.
"Shh... relax..." Kenny whispered to Butters, who nodded and focused on the feeling of Kenny's perfect hand pumping him into bliss.
Except he didn't feel another hand sneak its way to his puckered hole. Instead, Kenny's face was mostly calm except his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Wait..." Butters said, Kenny looked up with uncomfortable eyes. "You... you're not gonna top?" Kenny sighed heavily and lifted his heavily lidded eyes.
"If you want but... I've never... done this. So I figured it could be special... ahh... for both of us." Butters felt his heart leap and he pounced on Kenny who hissed in pain.
"Sorry, I just... whoa, I can't believe you'd do that..."
"I-I told you I would..." Kenny whispered in a strained voice. "For both of us." Butters blushed and kissed him tenderly. He felt his breath hitch.
"Well... if you want, I can do that for ya," Butters gestured to Kenny's uncomfortable-looking position. Kenny blushed, and for the first time Butters realized he was nervous too. He kissed him again and caressed his face as he told Kenny to get comfortable. They were both shaking as Kenny slowly spread his legs. Butters caressed his stomach as his mouth ventured south.
He grabbed the lube and rubbed it on his fingers. Kenny stiffened slightly as he heard Butters hiss; he rubbed his leg soothingly.
"It's kinda cold... sorry," he murmured, planting a kiss on his hip bone as his right hand went passed his scrotum to Kenny's already lubed entrance. "Shh..." he whispered, stroking Kenny's half hard cock.
He felt his muscles clench against the intruding finger and he gasped sharply.
"I'm sorry..." Butters whispered as he stopped moving.
"No, no, it's fine..." Kenny gasped. Butters soothingly rubbed his stomach and sucked on the soft flesh of his inner thigh. He felt Kenny slowly loosen so he carefully slid his finger in, up to the third knuckle.
"You're really tight," Kenny laughed and moaned a little in pain.
"Virgin asshole..." he murmured, Butters blushed and slowly pulled his finger out, "fucking weird..." he couldn't help but laugh at Kenny's comments. "No, I don't understand how people find pleasure in this, it fucking burns." Butters giggled as he pressed kisses to Kenny's hip. As he pumped his finger he found it easier to move and Kenny had grown quiet except for a few sharp intakes of breath whenever his finger slid back in.
The blonde moaned as Butters entered a second finger; he couldn't tell if it was in pain or pleasure. He could feel his muscles clench and unclench again as he prepared to get used to a bigger intrusion. It took less time to get accustomed and Kenny had looped his fingers with Butters' free hand.
"W-whoa!" Kenny gasped; his toes curled and his hips arched as he sought that electric feeling once more. Butters jumped in fear as he felt the jerky movements.
"Are you okay? I can stop and..."
"Don't fucking stop, do that again!" Kenny exclaimed airily. Butters hooked his fingers slightly as he had and felt his cock twitch at the sound of Kenny's quiet mewls and pants. His nails into the blankets as overwhelming pleasure shot through his body. "G-go faster... oh God, yes..." Kenny purred. Butters moaned at the sound and he nipped at the bony flesh of Kenny's hip. He added a third finger, which unlike the first two, Kenny moaned and was rock hard, with pre-cum dripping from the tip of his arousal.
"Do... do you want me to use a condom?" He asked Kenny, who was blissed out as he rocked his hips against Butters' fingers.
"N-no... God..." he moaned, then shivered as Butters pulled his fingers out. "A-are you sure about this?"
"Yes, of course. I really want this. And you. And the fact you let me top 'cause you want it to be special too is amazing. I love you." Butters murmured. "Are you sure about this?" He asked as he slid hip to hip with Kenny.
"I love you too. But you're about to rip my ass apart so I'm a little nervous," They both laughed quietly and Butters captured his lips in a kiss before rubbing his cock with lube.
"I don't want it to hurt you" Kenny shrugged, "And I'm not sure if it does or not but... I'm sorry if it does. I just... this means so much to me," Butters whispered. Kenny smiled weakly and caressed his cheek before they kissed.
"Me too. Don't... don't be nervous. It's just me," Kenny murmured, and Butters scoffed and shook his head.
"You say that as if you're insignificant... Kenny, I love you. And the fact that you would do this... so it's special for both of us..." Kenny tucked his hair behind his ear and heaved a soft sigh.
"I always kinda hoped you'd be the one to do this. I just, it's always been you. Okay, now I'm kinda psyching myself out." Butters laughed a little, "Just... if you're ready, I'm ready." Butters watched the look of anxiousness cross over his face. He caressed his face and slowly slid himself into Kenny. He was extremely tight and hot and he wanted to thrust so bad. Except he looked at Kenny and saw the raw expression on his face and felt himself still within him. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and hugged Butters tightly.
"I'm sorry, we don't-"
"It's fine, I'm okay... just... don't move," he gasped, burrowing his face in Butters' chest. Butters felt his muscles spasm against him; with the heat and tightness he knew he wouldn't last long at all. Holding still was helping and feeling Kenny's slight movements made it hurt. But he knew he couldn't complain about pain.
Butters stroked his cheek and rubbed his back soothingly. He felt an uncomfortable moan vibrate against his chest.
"I see you," he whispered, drawing Kenny's lowered eyes to lock on his.
At this moment, Butters knew he had complete control. A surge of dominance he never had before coursed through his veins. He could make Kenny scream in pleasure or in pain. It was up to him. He had him in control; Kenny was completely vulnerable.
Both boys knew this. The fact Kenny had been so willing to cast down his usual guard and have such an intimate moment amazed Butters. Because he knew it hurt more than physically; this was the last fragment of Kenny's shattered innocence. He had preserved it for himself because it was his to lose. He was ready to give it away, let Butters have what had been the most important part of himself. This was what Kenny had been hiding all along; he was scared, he was vulnerable, he didn't want to let go of the last part of his innocence because it had all been taken from him too soon. But Butters was worth it. Butters deserved it. Because he had given him so much more...
"I see you..." he repeated, kissing the tears that had fallen on his pink-tinged cheeks. Kenny smiled and his shoulders trembled as he gasped softly. "And I love you. And you don't have to be scared or afraid to let go... because I'll be there to catch the pieces." Kenny whimpered and smiled weakly at Butters as he ran a hand through his blonde hair.
"I love you," Kenny whispered, breathing through his nose as he wrapped his legs around Butters' waist. "I-It's okay," he murmured, rolling his hips slowly, causing Butters to moan quietly into Kenny's shoulder. "Just... go slow."
Every thrust and every rock brought them closer together. Their foreheads were pressed up against each other's and they were kissing... on the lips, the nose, cheeks... where ever they could possibly touch. They held each other tightly and Kenny burrowed his face in Butters shoulder. He moaned as he felt Butters massage his back and he grew less and less tense.
"O-oh God..." Butters looked down at Kenny who had his head resting back on the pillow now. His eyes were closed and his mouth was parted as their hips met in a rhythm that suited them perfectly. He thrust a little harder and Kenny gasped at the force. "Nnngh..."
Butters moaned as he was allowed to move faster. His body was flooded by lust and he needed to go harder, deeper, to feel Kenny's tightness completely engulf him, to feel his fingers scratch his back, and to hear his moans and soft cries. They both sounded the same, it had been difficult to say who was louder than who now, and Butters just wanted to...
His eyes widened as he suddenly found himself lying down on the bed. Kenny smirked down at him and kissed his nose as he held each of his hands. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, except for the CD playing on repeat and their gradually raising voices.
Butters let out a mewl as Kenny expertly and experimentally rolled his hips against Butters. He was surprised to hear Kenny cry out and he looked up to find him breathing hard. His eyes were glazed with dark, lustful pupils, and his cheeks and chest were flushed as he slowly pressed down on Butters' arousal, deepening the feelings, savoring the passion he had never allowed himself to have.
"Jesus, is that Florence and the Machine playing?" Butters tilted his head in confusion as Kenny continued to control the pace; he knew Butters was close and wanted to prolong it. He was also trying to position himself so he constantly hit his prostate.
"What...?" Butters gasped, listening to his stereo. Was that really what Kenny was thinking about now? "Well... it's a good song, at least."
"Yeah..." Kenny moaned, wrapping his legs around Butters' waist again as he turned them over once more, slightly tired of moving as much as he had. "But it's a sadder song, why can't it be like... oh..." his body shuddered as Butters' hips rocked erratically into his; the movements were unpredictable and inexperienced, and in the most endearing way Kenny wanted more of that.
Butters moaned as he latched his mouth on Kenny's collarbone. He bit the skin and faintly tasted blood but quickly wiped it away before it made him sick. The blonde beneath him had arched his hips at the pain and as Butters thrust almost too fast for his own liking, Kenny keened in a high pitched tone Butters hadn't known was possible for his boyfriend to hit. It rang in Butters ears and he cried out in a panting moan as he felt his muscles clench around his swollen cock.
"K-Ken... I'm gonna..." he whined into his skin as Kenny's chest heaved for breath.
"Almost there, just don't..." Butters bucked as deep as he could into Kenny; he couldn't hold out any longer. His body began to spasm uncontrollably as euphoric waves of pure oblivion crashed upon Butters. His eyes locked on Kenny's who were half wide yet half closed, which didn't make sense to Butters. Kenny when feeling Butters thrust against his prostate for the last time and stroke him, he completely lost it. His body convulsed as if he had been electrocuted and his muscles clenched and unclenched as his body rode out the last of his orgasm. Kenny felt Butters' hot come fill him and his eyes rolled back at the thought. His body shuddered at the last few pulses of pleasure and he threw himself back on the pillow as Butters slowly pulled out of him.
Butters gasped as he laid down on his bed and tried to catch his breath. He had never felt something so powerful from him; his mind was completely blank as he looked over to Kenny with exhaustion in his eyes. The taller blonde remained still as his lungs heaved for air and he wiped sweat from his brow. Slowly, their eyes met and Butters giggled a little.
"We just..." he murmured, curling in to Kenny's side. He smiled softly and ran a hand through Butters' sweat soaked hair and nodded. "That was... I don't even know..."
"Mhmm..." Kenny mumbled, kissing Butters' neck as he curled his head on his arm. He remained on his back, still, and Butters tilted his head. "I don't wanna move. It'll hurt and your sheets are gonna be ruined."
"How?"
"Spunk stains sheets, I mean, we pretty much failed at that already but... I'm already feeling it." Butters kissed him gently and ran a hand through his hair. He felt Kenny's heart flutter in his chest and he kissed where the organ lay underneath skin, muscle, and bone.
"I don't care, about the staining, I mean. Are you feeling okay? Did I hurt you?" Kenny shrugged his shoulders and rubbed circles into Butters' back as he snuggled against him.
"Good. But don't worry 'bout it, Lee. I knew it was gonna hurt a little. And if I'm sore I'll just... claim leg injury." Butters giggled and rubbed his abs soothingly. "By the way, I totally get why people do it up the ass, now." They kissed once more and Butters blushed a little as he rubbed Kenny's bum.
"We should probably get cleaned up..." Kenny whined at Butters suggestion and hugged him tight.
"I just wanna sleep..." Butters glanced at the clock and sighed heavily; Karen wouldn't be home for more than an hour. But he also knew Kenny was going to be in a world of hurt tomorrow because after awhile he didn't really go easy on him; then again that was his own say so.
"Fine, either I can shower by myself and you can sleep. Or you can join me..." Kenny was standing in a few moments and followed Butters out of his room and to the bathroom.
It was all either of them had ever wanted. As they stepped into the hot shower together, they couldn't help but laugh and Butters curled up against Kenny. They stayed like that, just the two of them, until the water ran cold and they couldn't stand the chill. But they kissed under the shower head and laughed as they stared into each others' eyes happily.
"God, I love you," Kenny whispered as Butters handed him a towel to dry off. Butters nuzzled into his chest and Kenny wrapped the towel around the both of them
They went back to Butters' room after getting dressed and Butters quickly changed the sheets. Kenny crawled onto the bed as soon as Butters finished folding the comforter and curled up on his stomach.
Butters laid down next to him and was barely able to lift his head onto the crook of his arm before Kenny fell asleep.
Butters closed his eyes and ran his fingers over Kenny's back. He smiled at the quiet mumbles and snuffles Kenny made as he slept and he loved feeling his breath tickle his skin. He kissed his head and lazily reached over to his phone as he caressed his back. He had a text from his mom that said they were going to bed and she hoped he was okay alone, he quickly closed out of the chat and went to an unread text from Kyle:
From: Kyle
Received: 9:58 P.M
The Misfits just walked in on me and Stan. OMFG.
Butters giggled quietly, which caused Kenny to mumble and snuggle in closer to Butters' chest as he quickly typed a reply.
To: Kyle
Sent: 10:04 P.M
Doing what?
He still smiled as he set his phone on his chest and sat up a bit. He was tired, yes, but he wanted to see Kenny comfortable and peaceful. Butters laughed as Kenny mumbled incoherently and grabbed at his shirt lovingly. His phone vibrated quietly and he opened the new text.
From: Kyle
Recieved: 10:05 PM
I was in a very awkward position, handcuffed and Stan was giving me a rim. They looked kinda scared and then ran out laughing.
Butters couldn't help but laugh in surprise as he read the text and quickly replied. His laugh startled Kenny, who sat up without hesitation and looked ready to kill. When he saw the amused expression on Butters' face, however, he relaxed and slumped against him.
"Wha-?" Kenny asked, resting his cheek on his shoulder. Butters shrugged.
"You look really cute when you first wake up," Kenny stuck out his tongue and rubbed Butters' stomach. "And Karen and Ike walked in on Style."
"I could kill 'em," Kenny grumbled apathetically, yet smiled a little. "How bad?"
"Kyle was handcuffed and Stan was giving him a rim job." The sleepy blonde's jaw dropped as he looked at Butters in mild shock. "Ken, you wouldn't... ever wanna do that... would ya?" He felt Kenny slide off his chest as he sat up once more. His cheeks heated as their noses lightly pressed together. He hummed quietly and kissed Butters' nose.
"I know that's something you're not comfortable talking about and I respect that. And I know how difficult it would be for you to do that. I don't really care, if I ever want to do something you're not open to... let me know. Or if you want to do something, too. I just want you to feel safe with me. And I won't do anything you don't want to do."
"What if I wanna do something that you don't?" Butters asked, Kenny shrugged.
"I'd do it, but that's just 'cause I'm me and it's gonna be really rare to find something I wouldn't wanna try," Butters smiled softly and kissed him.
"You're kind of a masochist, you know that right?"
"In my own weird way, yeah. But that could be fun for you, right?" Kenny whispered coyly, causing Butters to roll his eyes and blush a little.
"But you're an amazing masochist," Kenny snickered quietly as he caressed Butters' side. "Thanks for bein' patient with me. How're you feeling?"
"Uh, okay. It aches a little but is it weird to say I kinda like it? Kinda feels like you're still in there, too. But not. I dunno how to explain it. But I'm not really complaining." he made a face as he slowly situated his bottom half and Butters smiled weakly.
"I don't know if that's weird or not but it's kinda hot." Kenny grinned and nudged his shoulder as he kissed his neck innocently.
"Well, you're kinda hot," They both laughed at that. Butters sighed contentedly as Kenny played with his hair in the comfortable silence. "Lee?" He asked looking at him with wide blue eyes that Butters swore he could get lost in if he gazed long enough. "I only ever wanted to do that with you... I'd never be this comfortable with anyone else. You... you make me feel safe, too. You helped keep me innocent and good and... oh this is stupid."
"No," Butters assured, cupping his cheek, "tell me, please?" Kenny sighed and his cheeks turned pink.
"You just didn't make me feel worthless and I just felt like a normal kid. I never thought I'd know what it's like to make love with someone and... I'm glad I can feel like that with you. Yeah, it kinda hurts but I love it and I want it to because it was done by you and that means you have a piece of me and... it was perfect. I like reminders that I'm with you, not hickeys or anything... well I don't mind those, but I don't wanna show it off. I guess... it's like I'm claimed. It's why I bite and scratch... I don't want to hurt you, I just like the reminder."
Butters smiled weakly and Kenny held him close. "I guess I'm a little vulnerable right now," he continued bashfully, "'cause I just woke up and it's weird for me to just... realize like... I just did that and the only thing I can claim as "virginity" is gone and I sound like a fucking chick... it's stupid, I know." Butters shook his head and massaged Kenny's bony sides.
"It's not stupid, and you haven't lost it. Because you're not just the pervy cool guy. Deep down you're still an innocent boy who went through hell, who's scared, who wants to believe everything'll be okay, who just wants to be loved and wanted. I mean you're the one who still runs around Stark's Pond with your sister chasing fireflies and claiming they're fairies."
"They are fairies," Kenny grumbled with a child-like glare. Butters smiled and held him tighter.
"Right... I get it. I know you better than I know myself and you feel that way too. You never had a chance to be much of a kid and I'm sorry for that, I'm so sorry. You went out of your way to make sure Karen had that childhood and kept an innocent mind. Hell, you sold your body for her. Because you were afraid she'd turn out like you; damaged. I always just wanted to be your friend... but I also wanted to save you 'cause no one else seemed to care. I mean sure Style did but they were too invested in their friendship. You had no one and I wanted to be that someone for you. I wanted to help you find the pieces again." He heard a watery laugh from the boy next to him. Apparently, he hit home too hard. "Shoot, I'm sorry..."
Kenny laughed a little and shrugged his shoulders. He shook his head and sighed as he snuggled against Butters.
"You didn't stutter once," he whispered as he stroked Butters' cheek. "I love you," was all he said. Nothing else needed to be said. Butters held him protectively as he drifted off to sleep.
An hour dragged by and Butters was half asleep when his door opened. He turned on his lamp as Karen entered the room. She smiled softly as she looked to her brother, who looked almost ten years younger as he curled up against Butters. His head was on his chest and he clutched him softly, like a teddy bear, as he breathed out of his mouth.
"Is he okay?" Butters nodded, "sorry I'm late, I didn't know you'd go to bed so early."
"Nah, we just ended up crashed here." Butters replied, drawing with his fingernails on Kenny's back. Karen was already in her pajamas and she looked worn out. "How's Ruby?"
"She and her mom got in an argument like usual but she didn't want to talk so we just watched re-runs of "The Big Bang Theory." She kept saying Ike and I were like Penny and Leonard."
"Nah, more like..." he paused, then shook his head, "no, I think she's right." Karen groaned quietly as he smiled impishly.
"Whatever," Karen mumbled, "Then we walked in on a scene worthy for Pornhub." Butters seemed a bit surprised of her knowledge but didn't express any shock as he nodded.
"So I heard."
"I saw more of Stan and Kyle than I ever wanted to. It was all skin and limbs and... butts..." Butters chuckled a little and she sat on the bed. "Um..." she trailed off with an awkward tone as her cheeks darkened. Butters followed her line of vision and felt his heart drop to his stomach as he caught sight of his bottle of lubricant.
"It's not..." Karen gave him a look, one only ever seen on Kenny's face, and he blushed.
"Oh my God, did you guys do it?" She asked smugly, he shrugged his shoulders and looked up at his ceiling. His glow in the dark stars were especially bright tonight...
"I changed the sheets," he mumbled finally, causing her to snicker.
"Was it your first time?" Butters' cheeks grew even darker. "Aww... Sorry, we're just kinda open about this stuff. Especially Kevin, he's very open about it. Kenny gets huffy but you can tell 'cause he's all ambiguously smug." Butters nodded; he could definitely imagine that.
"It was really nice. This is really awkward..." he composed himself a little, he knew Karen would ask questions so he'd appease her without giving her too many details, "it was everything I imagined and more..." he trailed off, then shook his head. She really didn't need to know anything else. It was a fairy tale moment, for him; he wouldn't have changed a thing. But she didn't seem too happy to have information kept from her. He tried his best to ignore this as he looked back up at his glow in the dark stars. He needed more pink ones.
"Except...?" She pressed. He sighed and shook his head.
"You should get your stuff ready for tomorrow," Karen scoffed.
"Nice try, Kenny," She teased. "Tell me! Please? I'm just curious." Butters glanced down at Kenny who was mouthing something yet he couldn't read his lips.
"You're too invested in this relationship."
"You're my real life OTP! Of course I am!" Karen cried as she spastically flailed her arms, then covered her mouth as Kenny stirred a little. He simply burrowed his head in Butters' armpit and shifted his position as he whined in his sleep.
"OTPs only work in fandoms, dear Destiel shipper." She stuck her tongue out and folded her arms.
"What made it different than how you thought your first time would be? I know it was. I can tell." Butters laughed a little at this, he couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to say something to deflect her completely. Yet Kenny groaned in his sleep and draped his arm over Butters' stomach as he lifted his head. His eyes were glazed over as he looked at him through heavy lids and Butters felt his stomach sink.
"Lee." He croaked sleepily, then moaned as he stretched his legs.
"Shh... go back to sleep," Butters whispered in a soothing tone. He felt Kenny's legs wrap around his waist. Silently, he prayed Kenny would listen and fall back asleep; loud snoring would be much appreciated right now, even though it wasn't loud and it was kind of adorable.
"My butt hurts," Kenny pouted. Butters slapped his forehead and Karen's eyes lit up as she covered her mouth with both hands as she squeaked and laughed in surprise. She leaned back and fell off the bed with a loud thud while she chortled yet it didn't phase Kenny. Butters furrowed his eyebrows; it wasn't that funny.
"I'm sorry Ken, now go back to sleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Kenny sighed in content, then moaned quietly.
"They should make ice packs for your ass," he slurred a little. Butters couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Hmm?"
"Do you want a donut pillow?" he teased, Kenny raised his eyebrows slightly, but kept his eyes closed, and Butters couldn't help but think how adorably hilarious he looked.
"Wuz that? I wanna donut." Karen cackled from the floor and Butters stifled his giggles.
"Just... just go back to sleep. You're really tired."
"Kay..." Karen laughed into her hand at his innocent tone, "don' forget to catch the dragon... we need the four legged sign..." he trailed off in a quiet snore.
"What?" Butters pressed, smiling wider. Kenny whined and shook his head. His bangs fell in his closed eyes.
"The dragon!" Butters tilted his head and Karen was laughing hysterically on the floor. He heard her feet thump on the floor as she kicked and flailed.
"What dragon?" Kenny groaned in annoyance and nuzzled his head in Butters' chest rather than his armpit. He mumbled unintelligibly and his hold on Butters' shirt loosened. He brushed his bangs out of Kenny's eyes.
"Oh my God... sorry for laughing, I'm just..." Karen trailed off, "you know as weird as this should be, it's not weird." Butters shrugged; it was definitely weird for him.
"Yeah..."
"You're the first person I know who's had sex who has described it as "nice", by the way," Butters lifted his shoulders once more and listened to Kenny's calm breathing. "But... I'm glad it was, that makes me feel good. That you have have each other and it's nice and stable... it makes me not worry," Butters nodded and she looked up at him with eyes similar to Kenny's except in color. "D'you think I'll have that?"
"Oh, Karen," Butters said, scooting over so she could fit in the bed. He knew she usually slept with Kenny and hadn't actually expected her to stay in the guest room. "I know you will. I mean you're so smart and pretty, you're incredibly talented, and so caring. I think that's why Kenny worries so much. You're so compassionate and he doesn't want you hurt."
"No, he doesn't want my innocence raped, to put it in Kevin's words. Kev thinks I should have experience and Kenny is neurotic with me."
"They're both right. You can't be completely sheltered but there's some stuff you shouldn't know about yet. And you have to be extremely careful." Karen sighed.
"I guess... but thanks for talking to me like I'm just a person rather than kid sister. I want what you guys have..." Butters smiled at her.
"What you'll have will be completely different. No relationship is the same, I say this based on the three years of this... thing we had rather than the three days we've been dating. I mean, Stan half the time eats vegetarian with Kyle and Kyle has like this internal alarm that wakes him up at 3:45 and 5:30 in the morning because that's when Stan gets up in the middle of the night." Karen shook her head and laughed in disbelief. "But they're... like two souls split in two that found each other. They can't be apart, even if they wanted to be. It's not co-dependence like Ike says it's just... always Style." Karen had rested her head in the crook of Kenny's arm and the sleeping boy had instinctively draped his arm around her.
"Kinda like you and Kenny..." she mumbled sleepily. Butters tilted his head and turned to look at her.
"What d'you-" he stopped speaking and grimaced as he saw the brunette curled up, asleep, against her older brother. He sighed, rested his head on Kenny's temple, and closed his eyes. But her comment loomed in the back of his mind, and in his dreams.
The next day had gone by in a slightly painful blur. Kenny found himself using his foot as a cushion to soothe the dull ache and soreness. He couldn't read another page of Paradise Lost, it was making his head pound, so he poked Kyle on the shoulder. The redhead turned to face him as he closed his copy of The Divine Comedy.
"Your wrists sore?" he whispered with a smirk as he pointed to the wrist brace on Kyle's right hand. His cheeks flamed and he rolled his eyes.
"I have carpal tunnel, asswipe," Kyle whispered nervously, then turned his attention to the seat on his other side.
Cartman was arguing with Wendy about the main idea of The Scarlet Letter. He had chosen the book to spite her after hearing this was her project book. Their teacher actually thought it was a good idea but they had to present different points, which he thought could be interesting. Except, somehow, the argument had turned personal and now Cartman was telling Wendy she was a whore. Stan seemed a little upset at this and had even tried to get Cartman to shut up but Wendy told him to stay out of it. This was their daily dose of the Candy Cartmanburger Quarrel, as called by Bebe, and Kenny seemed a little scared as Wendy stood up and threw her book at Cartman.
"That is IT, Eric!" She screamed, slamming her hands down on his desk. The chubby boy smiled smugly up at her. "I'm done, you win! I can't take it anymore!" A collective gasp went around the room. Kenny sank down in his desk and winced a little.
"Wait, what did you say, ho?" Cartman asked, taken aback.
"I'm done, Eric. We've done this for almost twelve years. You've personally attacked me and everyone else who cares about you. For what? Pride? Envy? Fear? Well, I've had it. I don't care anymore. You win, all of whatever you find so rewarding in this. I don't care. Just don't talk to me ever again." Her last words wavered and Kenny heard someone whistle lowly from the back. The room was full of awkward tension and Kenny looked to Cartman.
He looked as if he had been slapped in the face. Realization dawned on him that all these years Cartman fought with her because of the silly childish idea that the boy who picks on you really likes you. Except in this case, it was true, because deep down they all knew he was some messed up little boy. He furrowed his eyebrows, he had personally already thought they were a couple, but Cartman looked genuinely hurt and he felt bad.
Cartman opened his mouth to say something but Wendy had already packed her bag and moved to the back of the class.
"Wendy, wait!" He said, yet she didn't stop and he ran a hand through his straight brown hair. From all of the times Kenny had seen him cry, he looked about ready to.
"Wendy," Kenny piped up suddenly, causing all eyes to turn to him, including the raven haired girl. Cartman looked at him with a wary and curious look, as he expected him to say something to get back at him for the times he had picked on him.
"What?" She snapped at him and for a moment Kenny was afraid to speak. He sat up a little more and winced as he adjusted his position in the desk.
"I just think Cartman has something he wants to say to you." She rolled her eyes and sneered a little. He knew she was hurt, she was usually friendly with him, especially now that he was in the play, and so he began to speak again. "Maybe an apology?" he hinted to Cartman, who groaned in annoyance.
"If Eric wants to say something to me, he doesn't need his poor stoner lackey to tell me." Everyone's eyes widened at her offhand comment and she suddenly realized what she said. Kenny looked at her with a blank face and he shook his head. "Kenny, I didn't mean-"
"No, you're right, it's cool," he mumbled, flipping open his book and rested his head on his hand as he stared at the words that just seemed to be a jumbled mess of confusion that he couldn't comprehend now.
"Dude..." Stan trailed off to Wendy, who looked disgusted with herself.
"Thank you, Kinny," Cartman said, standing up, towering over Wendy's 5'4" frame. He was one of the taller boys in their class, and he seemed proud of this. "Wendy, I was going to say I'm sorry. But boo, Wendy, boo..." he said, repeating his words he said at age ten, she looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "Yeah, Kinny may be fuckin' poorer than fuckin' dirt-"
Language, Eric!" Their teacher warned, Kenny scoffed and flipped the page furiously in his book, accidentally ripping it. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Butters smiling at him. He gave a nod.
"And I know I give him shit all the time but that's what we do. And it's not fucking cool-"
"Eric Cartman!"
"Sorry, sorry," he grumbled with more than a hint of sarcasm to their teacher, " to talk to one of my bros like that. Only I can do that, 'cause he's okay with it." Another irritated scoff, "but he's cool. And he was trying to help me, so thank you, Kinny."
"Mhmm," he said through gritted teeth and tight lips. He hissed as he got a paper cut turning the next page. He slammed the book down and walked up to the teacher. Butters jumped at his sudden movements and Kyle turned to face the bright blonde. "I'm gonna take a piss," he grumbled, taking the hall pass without hearing what their teacher had to say, if anything, and limped out of the classroom.
Kenny rubbed his temples in front of the mirror and turned on the water. His hands were softer for the first time in years and he scratched at the skin. The abrasions turned bloody and soon he was scrubbing at them as hard as he could to feel the burn of the soap in his skin. Blood began to tint the water and he felt his hands shake as the soap stung the raw skin.
He looked up and saw his hollowed face and bruised eyes. His nose was swollen and he was mostly black and blue except the red cuts on his face. Kenny shook his head; Wendy was right. He shouldn't have bothered.
And suddenly he felt guilty as his hands throbbed in pain. He would never rid the awful feeling of never being good enough and the muddy feeling of his blood from his veins. He felt heavy; like an anvil ready to drop. He searched for the bandages Butters had gotten for him yet he must have left them on his counter; now he couldn't hide it.
Sighing, he splashed his face with cold water, wiped his hands on his long sleeve, and walked back to the classroom. He was glad no one had come to check on him; they were probably too enthralled in the Cartmanburger saga.
He opened the door and felt all eyes on him as he hobbled back to his seat and opened the book. Blood stained the corner of the page and he rolled his eyes as he focused on the words rather than the argument Cartman and Wendy were in.
"Of spring of Heav'n and Earth, and all Earths Lord,
That such an Enemie we have, who seeks
Our ruin, both by thee informd I learne,
And from the parting Angel over-heard
As in a shadie nook I stood behind,
Just then returnd at shut of Evening Flours.
But that thou shouldst my firmness therfore doubt
To God or thee, because we have a foe
May tempt it, I expected not to hear.
His violence thou fear'st not, being such,
As wee, not capable of death or paine,
Can either not receave, or can repell.
His fraud is then thy fear, which plain inferrs
Thy equal fear that my firm Faith and Love
Can by his fraud be shak'n or seduc't;
Thoughts, which how found they harbour in thy brest
Adam, misthoughtof her to thee so dear?"
"-I fucking like you, bitch!" Kenny looked up from his book at Cartman's outburst, "don't you fucking get it? I just wanted you to notice me, God damn it!"
"Oh fucking hell..." Craig grumbled from the back as he continued reading.
"You... like me?" Wendy gasped. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but kept this to himself, he was staying out of it. He felt someone poke his shoulder and looked up to find Kyle looking at his book. Except he realized his gaze was on his desk. He jumped back, startled, when he saw blood pooling around his hands. "How... how long?"
"Since we did that stupid fucking flag debate!" Wendy's eyes widened and Cartman was shaking with anger and embarrassment.
Kyle tilted his head and Kenny shook his, using his black long sleeved Pearl Jam shirt to wipe the blood.
"But you... I... we..."
"You, Wendy, you. Not me." Cartman growled, "and I'm a leader. I'm gonna speak my damn mind and you're gonna accept it and if you don't then... follow your own advice. Don't talk to me. But say sorry to Kinny first, ho."
"It's fine," Kenny said in monotone, causing Craig to smirk in the back; a page from the master's book. Stan shook his head and leaned back in his chair as he heard Kenny speak. Cartman made an annoyed sound as well but laughed a little.
"But you're not a lackey. And you're not a lowlife either, I'm sorry," Wendy said, Kenny rolled his eyes and waved her off nonchalantly.
"I said don't," Kenny growled darkly; this time his voice sent chills down even Craig's spine.
"Ken?" he heard Butters murmur and he slowly turned to the boy sitting on his left. His angry look faded slightly. "Y-your hands..." he whispered, handing him a couple of large band-aids; the ones he had forgotten at his house.
"Thanks," Kenny murmured, flashing him a quiet smile as he pocketed the band-aids. He'd put them on later.
"Eric, can we talk in private about this?" Wendy asked him, looking around the classroom with shifting, nervous eyes. The brunette sighed heavily and shrugged his shoulders.
"I dunno, Wendy, I mean if you've got something to say to me you should say it in front of the whole class, seeing as how you never want to speak to me, specifically, again." She sniffled and rolled her eyes as tears rolled down her face.
"You're everything I can't stand in a person," She said, "you're lazy, chauvinistic, loud, obnoxious, rude, racist, sexist, homophobic, anti-Semitic, and completely bigoted." Cartman scoffed and gave her a look as if to say, "your point?", to which Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "But... I've seen a different side of you and I wish Bebe had been right all those years ago."
"Don't drag me into this!" She cried from Kenny's right. Wendy ignored her comment and sat down in her original seat.
"And for some unknown reason, maybe it's fate, or karma, or I don't know, but I like you too. Somehow. And it sickens me."
"Me too." Cartman said, "because you're like the total opposite of me and stand for everything I fucking hate."
"But I still take the tops off double-stuffed Oreos to make a quadruple-stuffed Oreo. And then I put the tops together in the bag." Cartman chuckled and nodded. Stan looked curiously between the two and gave up; he opened his book, The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club by Charles Dickens.
"Me too." Kenny rolled his eyes and closed his book in time for the bell. He was the first one out of the classroom and hid in the back of the dark computer lab, as he always did, and closed his eyes. He didn't feel like drawing today.
After government Kenny headed to the lunch room. He avoided Wendy and Cartman, who had started another argument except that one had been loaded with sexual tension. Bebe tried to talk to him but he quickly told her he was just tired and everything was fine, because everything was always fine. People just pissed him off.
Sitting on the long bench at the lunch table was highly uncomfortable so he resorted to sitting on his foot. It was awkward, but at least it wasn't hard. Kenny glanced around the room, searching for nothing in particular as he dug in his pocket. His eyes settled briefly on his sister, who was talking to the goth kid Firkle; he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but shrugged his shoulders. He glanced to the door once more before popping a pill conspicuously in his mouth. He jumped as Kyle sat across from him; the auburn-haired boy gave him an odd look at his sudden jumpiness.
"You look like hell," Kenny smirked at Kyle, who rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry your sister walked in on us."
"Ehh, it didn't seem to scar her. She didn't really talk about that this morning. I was asleep when she got back so Lee must have talked to her." Kyle nodded slowly, still not used to hearing the variant of Butters' name.
"Are you okay about what happened in English?"
"Yes, mother, I'm okay. I'm just tired and..." he trailed off, smiling happily as he felt familiar fingers rub his shoulders and back. "Hey," he greeted Butters who sat next to him and hummed quietly with secretive laughter. Kyle watched the display between the two and shrugged his shoulders before opening his lunch; tofuburger.
"How's your day goin'?" Butters asked Kenny, who shrugged and squeezed his hand under the table.
"Better now," Kyle rolled his eyes yet smiled at Kenny's cheesy comment, "nah, it's all right. I'm just..." he trailed off, then made a content sound as Butters grinned at him.
"Uh-huh..." Butters said, as if Kenny had spoken in some secret language they knew. Kyle knew it was all just body language; he had grown to understand some of Kenny's looks and body placement. He didn't get it this time though, and he suddenly felt like a third wheel. He was happy when Stan joined them and kissed Kyle on the cheek.
"I totally passed my chemistry test!" He exclaimed, "except for the extra credit I drew her a fail whale."
"The answer was three iron for every chromium," Kyle replied, causing Stan to grimace. "...but I'm proud of you!" The black haired boy made a mocking face, because he knew Kyle had gotten every single question right, including the extra credit. They glanced to Kenny and Butters who were just staring at each other with knowing, small smiles as if they were speaking.
"Guys." Stan said, Butters giggled and Kenny lowered his head as he laughed a little. "Guys!" They both looked to him with innocent expressions and he rolled his eyes. "What's up?"
"Not much in here," Kenny replied, looking up at the ceiling, "just some metal rafters and a basketball I think I threw up there two years ago..." Kyle couldn't help but laugh and Stan rolled his eyes with an amused smile.
"Very funny, I mean with you two." Butters shrugged his shoulders and looked to Kenny who also raised his shoulders. "Oh my God, Ky, fix them." He turned to his boyfriend who was watching them with narrowed eyes.
"So, how'd your guys' first night go?" Kyle asked, dipping a carrot in peanut butter, "Karen said you guys were doing homework when she left. Otherwise we woulda asked you to hang out." Kenny smirked at Kyle and chuckled.
"But if you had done that you wouldn't have been rimmed to oblivion, am I right?" He asked, causing Kyle to blush and Stan to hit his head on the table.
"It's normal!" He groaned, voice muffled by the table. Kenny nodded slowly and looped his arm around Butters. The smaller boy settled in his hold, comfortable, and took his first bite of his yogurt. Kyle watched them and his eyes settled on Butters as if scoping him out, analyzing his every movements.
"You had sex, didn't you?" He more stated than asked, causing Stan to lift his head and Butters to flush and tense. Kenny busied himself with his can of Sprite, suddenly very thirsty, and Butters fumbled for words as he dropped his spoon in his yogurt cup.
"W-what ma-makes you say t-th-that?" He asked, internally cursing himself for his stammer. He felt Kenny's hand rub his thigh reassuringly, and he calmed down a little; it was all in confidence. Kyle shrugged his shoulders and looked between the two.
"Holy shit, you did!" Stan said, grinning wide as he caught Butters' deep blush and Kenny's slightly pink cheeks. "Well fuck, guys, that's... do I congratulate them? I don't know what to do." Stan turned to Kyle who was laughing at his boyfriend. Kenny just stared at him with raised eyebrows and was also trying not to laugh. "How was it?"
"Incredible," they both said in unison, causing them to look at each other with wide eyes. Kyle shook his head and smiled affectionately at them. "Whoa..." Kenny said, "we're like twins!"
"No, don't..." Butters moaned, "people think twincest is hot..." Kenny made a face and chuckled.
"Well if we were twins I would too!" Butters slapped his palm on his forehead and shook his head as Kenny snickered. Stan's eye twitched as he listened to the conversation and couldn't help but shudder in mild disgust.
"So, how'd you guys decide to?" Stan asked, "I mean, we actually did it on our first date." Kenny shrugged his shoulders and looked to Butters.
"I-I dunno, we just kinda... were kissin' and stuff an' then I said I wanted to... y'know and he was kinda nervous but we went up to my room and we d-did it. Nothing real romantic," except to Butters it had been the most intimate night of his life and he squeezed Kenny's hand under the table.
"Well, we did it in Stan's car so..." Kyle trailed off, "you've got the advantage there." Kenny sent Stan a thumbs up, who rolled his eyes but nodded. "So, did it hurt? I had to use an ice pack after the first time. Stan cried." Kyle asked Butters, who blushed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I didn't cry," Kyle rolled his eyes and patted Stan's shoulder in a sarcastic manner.
"Um... I don't really know..." Butters said, unsure of what to say. Kenny burst out laughing and hugged his arms around Butters as he took one of his crackers. "Want some?"
"Nah," Kenny murmured softly, not really hungry.
"Well, is it like tolerable? I remember it hurt like hell the first two days, I stayed home the day after, actually." Butters once again shrugged his shoulders and took a bite of his yogurt.
"No, that's why I'm sitting on my foot." Stan raised his head and looked at Kenny like a meerkat. Kyle snapped his head to look from Butters to Kenny.
"Wait, you-?" He asked, watching Kenny's cheeks grow pink which was a tell-tale sign that he was beyond nervous. His light freckles peeked out from the blush and Kyle looked to Butters who hid his head. "S-sorry, I just thought..."
"So did I!" Butters exclaimed, giggling a little bit. "He didn't even t-tell me he just..."
"Holy shit, Kenny's a catcher." Stan said, in shock as he looked at the blonde who was unusually red in the face. "No wonder you're grouchy."
"Hey!" Kenny snapped, straightening a little and wincing as he did so. "Dammit..."
"How bad does it hurt?" Kyle asked, a little seriously now. "It shouldn't be that bad."
"W-well..." Butters trailed off, "not to get all d-detailed but he kept t-telling me to go harder." Kyle's eyes widened at Kenny, who now hid his head in his hands and gave a high pitched laugh.
"When it stopped hurting," he mumbled through his hands, Kyle hid his smile and tilted his head back.
"Well, you could have some bruising if that happened, does it hurt inside or around it?"
"Oh my God, I'm done..." Kenny said, slamming his head on the table.
"No, really! There's a difference. Inside is bruising, around it is probably tearing. Either way, ice it." Kenny sighed heavily and looked up at Kyle through blonde bangs.
"It's not that bad. I just think my ass is on fire... been there, done that," Kyle rolled his eyes and handed him some Ibuprofen, which he took dry. "It was so fucking hot though. Like... shit, I didn't know feeling that good was possible," he said again, locking eyes with Butters.
"Just wait til you're used to it." Kyle said, "but I can't help but ask... how did you end up bottoming?" Kenny shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I'd never bottomed before. So I just thought... 'cause... I dunno..." he trailed off uncomfortably; but enough was said. Kyle and Stan looked at him with dopey eyes and he sighed, "don't look at me like that." Butters rested his head on Kenny's shoulder and kissed his neck.
"It was so special," Butters whispered, Kenny smiled and kissed his forehead.
"But, how do you make it so it doesn't hurt at all?" Kyle and Stan beamed at each other.
"Practice," Kyle told him, "lots and lots of practice. But I'd definitely wait a couple days. Unless you're that much of a masochist." The two blondes looked at each other and Kenny smirked. "Oh God," Kyle grumbled, catching their looks. "There's always gonna be a little burn but it won't feel so intrusive. As long as you start off gentle... unless you're into rough play," he gave a look to Stan, who choked on his sandwich. "It won't hurt. Kenny?" Kyle said, grabbing the dark blonde's attention. "I just want to say... what you did was really sweet." Butters smiled happily and Kenny blushed as he shrugged his shoulders; he could be sweet.
And as he held Butters against him he knew, as he had known, it was so worth it.