CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
flashing lights
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flashing lights by kanye west and dewlwel
authors note: short chapter because fuck you
"I know," Kyle heaved with a feminine twinge, slamming Kenny against the walls of the hallway to the bathrooms, which was secluded and dark and the perfect location for things such as gay discoveries.
Kenny's mind was kind of really hazy right now, not only because of all the vodka but because he had just gotten into the mind of Kyle Broflovski, and his slender arms were shoved against Kenny's pimping chest and his marmalade locks were stuck to his face in the spots damp with excitement and lust, and his heated strawberry breath that had a hint of alcohol in it blowing against his jaw and electrifying his entire body. That little waist cautiously spaced away from his own, testing the metaphorical waters that were Kenny. He did it.
Then Kyle's fucking voice, that sounded sort of like a woman's voice when he was aroused, Kyle's fucking voice registered in Kenny's blurry head and the side of his mouth moved into a hypnotized smirk.
"Yuh… you know wha… what?" Kenny tried to respond coherently, but with each exhale from Kyle's mouth against his jawbone turned his crank even faster. This had to be a wet dream. But then again, they were in California, and shit like this was bound to happen.
Kyle's face got even fucking closer, and he moved his face up so that his lips were ever so lightly brushing against his ear, and then let his hot breath delicately exhale against the surface before moaning through whispers, "I know what we're both thinking."
Kenny made some guttural noise that he didn't realize was possible to escape his lips, and then his shaking hands lifted themselves like magnets towards Kyle's tempting little waist, still inches away from him. He hesitated and let his hand linger an inch or so away, biting his lip with each further exhale Kyle let out.
"Wh… what's that?" Kenny couldn't hold back the grin and his eyes rolling victoriously back into his head and the low, accomplished breathy laugh he let out, he couldn't believe this was about to go down.
Kenny always thought he was the master of seduction, because he could ease himself into everybody's pants, but Kyle was a tough one. Because he was stubborn, womanly, and a fierce little bitch who would smack anyone that came within the vicinity of entering his tight little ass. He had almost given up on the sex goddess that was Kyle Abraham Broflovski, knowing that even his angelic pimping soul had no chance in that ball park.
But now he discovered that alcohol was the special key to Kyle's dick, and he just unlocked that fucking palace that he had to admire from the neglected lands below as a mere little peasant. This was all a huge cool metaphor for getting in Kyle's pants, but like just saying that directly ruins the magic. So Kyle was a palace and Kenny was a sexy angelic pimp peasant who could go in now.
"You and me," Kyle whined, his tone so desperate and lustful that when it slightly cracked with anticipation it sent jolts throughout Kenny. "You and me are fucking."
Kenny swooned back against the wall and was at almost maximum horniness level but not yet because like they didn't kiss or grind yet so he was just aroused. But Kyle gracefully swerved his head to meet Kenny's eyes, and as Kenny stared at those big beautiful jade emerald doe eyes glazed over with a layer of anxiousness that made them sparkle with the reflection of the lights from the dance floor at the end of the hall, he lost his self control and clutched the dips in Kyle's slender sides and slammed Kyle fully against him.
"Nnnn, fuck me, fuck me, Kenny McCormick…" Kyle started to pant like a dog and purr like a kitten and grind rhythmically against Kenny's thigh, his effeminate dick pressing into him. His slender hands slide in between Kenny's thighs and stroking the inside all the way up to his crotch. Kenny was seeing stars and fireworks and bright flashing things.
"I know that's exactly what you want," Kyle panted against Kenny's neck, the two grinding at an intense rhythm that excited both of them to tears. "What we want…"
Kenny let out a laugh that expressed all of his pleasure and relief and want, a light, gentle laugh that wasn't manly at all and it was just to make Kyle feel desired and show him how much he wanted this. Then he leaned in, clenched his teeth and showed his canines by snarling like a wolf and moved his mouth centimeters away from Kyle's and hissed, "You fucking tease."
"Mmmm, well it was obviously effective," Kyle whispered lustfully and smirked right next to Kenny's teeth.
"Yeah… ugh, Kyle, just…" Kenny hissed and tried to inch himself closer to Kyle's mouth and Kyle backed up with Kenny's intentions forward.
"Kiss you?" Kyle moaned, taking the sides of Kenny's face in his hands and brushing his luscious lips across the edge of his mouth.
"Nnguaah," Kenny groaned and tried to move his mouth towards Kyle's, the unsatisfied desire too much for him to handle.
Kyle smiled drunkenly against Kenny's face. "Yeah," Kyle panted, then shoved his forehead against Kenny's and gazed hungrily into Kenny's electric chemical cyanide blue eyes, then closed his own and moaned, "show me..."
Then Kenny had enough of Kyle's fucking teasing bullshit and he clutched the back of Kyle's neck and captured his mouth hungrily with his own, drool dripping from hotly their lips and smacking against the floor in thick drops.
"Kylekylekylekyle…" Kenny breathed through the kisses and started to ease his hands up under Kyle's shirt and to meet the smooth heated skin. Kyle made a noise into Kenny's mouth that was like a cat or something and it vibrated through both of them and made both of them harder.
Kyle pulled back for one second and yanked his shirt over his head and spun it like a stripper and hurled it at the ground, revealing his sexy skinny effeminate torso. Kenny moaned at the new access and then ripped his own off, then their two bare chests slammed together and made them both howl.
Then as they resumed their intense out making, Kenny began to ease Kyle down to the cold tile floor and they both unbuttoned each other's skinny jeans as this happened. They both had the same exact thing on their minds. Well, clearly.
And then they were both suddenly naked surrounded by little puddles of their own sweat and drool and piles of clothes, their throbbing dicks colliding with each grind and loud sounds leaving their mouths left and right. The cold from the black tiled floor was canceled out by the heat of their bodies and it was just so beautiful.
Then minutes later they were fucking, desperate and dirty, thrusts and pants and screams echoing through the hall and making it easily the sexiest sex they ever had.
And this Stan heard, across the room in a circular booth with his new boyfriend, he heard Kenny entering Kyle and their bodies smacking against the ground and the fluids leaving them and dripping hard on to the floor. And it broke his heart into more little pieces, and as they continued to thrust and pant Stan clutched Craig's hand harder.
"You okay?" Craig asked Stan without using fuck because he was really in love with this raven boy right now. He put his chin on Stan's shoulder and nudged the side of his face too because he was being affectionate now and not mean ever.
Stan smiled at his darling precious boyfriend, boring solid blue eyes looking down at him with concern and his regular black hair in his eyes. He nodded slowly, leaning back against Craig in the circular booth and snuggling into him.
"Yeah," Stan lied. "I'm going to be okay."
