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Chapter Forty-Seven: Details, Baby, Details
"And why are our freshman tripping over their own feet? Come on, I've seen you run faster when porn's involved." Cartman barked over the intercom, causing the student section to burst out laughing although the score was enough to end the game right then and there. The parents looked to the superintendent in horror, causing the faculty to fumble for apologies for the fact that Cartman weaseled his way into being a commentator; again.
"Time out!" The Cow's coach yelled. Kenny groaned as he righted from his bent position, ready to bolt like a hell hound. Stan gave him a look, pulled off his helmet, and wiped his brow as they walked up to their coach.
Kenny looked up and saw Butters whispering excitedly to Kyle with a flush on his cheeks that made Kenny smile smugly. Kyle glanced out, caught Kenny's gaze, which surprised Butters, who waved energetically. Stan nudged Kenny and gave him a conspicuous thumbs up as they approached their coach.
"What the hell is going on out there? Archer, Laurence, out, Broflovski, Donovan, we need you. Stan, Kenny, end-around. Now kick some ass!" They rolled their eyes and nodded, then headed back on the field.
"I just want to go home and get baked," Stan mumbled, Kenny snickered and nodded.
"I'm already half way there, dude," he replied earning a slap on the back. They got in their positions, Kenny ready to take the ball from Stan, who called the play, then quickly tossed the ball to Kenny.
He ran around as fast as he could skidding on the turf as the Fort Collins' defense reared up on him. He ran as fast and as far as he could, gaining nearly ten yards, before he was tackled by one of their blockers. He clutched to the ball as tight as possible until the whistle blew.
"Well it looks like Kenny McCormick is on the bottom of that gang bang, didn't see that one coming at all..." Cartman said over the speakers. Kenny tried not to laugh as he heard Kyle yell up at Cartman. "And once again a Jew can't take a joke. Get the sand outta your vag, Kahl."
"Fuck you fatass!" Stan offered a hand and Kenny took it. He shook his head and laughed with the dark-haired boy as they continued to yell at each other. Butters looked terrified, mostly for his own sake; he had to deal with Kyle's fury for two more quarters.
By the end of the second quarter they had managed to score a touch down. It was a risky move that resulted in two injured players and Ike Broflovski scoring his first touchdown. The should be freshman, would be sophomore, yet current junior was picked up by Stan and Kenny as they ran excitedly with him, on their shoulders, to the sidelines.
"DUDE!" Stan cried, "you fucking killed it!" Ike was blushing darkly and hiding his face as his brother's best friends, and fiancee, carried him.
"That was awesome, I didn't even see you!" Kenny exclaimed, "I just threw, you sneaky ninja you. This calls for celebration! Everyone at my house after homecoming."
"Guys, it was just a touchdown..." Ike whined. Kenny and Stan looked at each other, then Ike, and back at each other.
"Just a... young Isaac, this is legendary. Tonight you are a hero in the eyes of the sheeple," Ike guffawed at Kenny yet shrugged and glanced around the student section. Butters and Kyle were laughing hysterically at something. Karen and Ruby were jumping up and down in excitement as they cheered. He grinned. "And, my faith in this shitty team has been restored for when we leave, as my young Padawan you gots the speed."
"How am I your young Padawan?!"
"Because, I'm a Jedi and I have taken you under, well in this case over, my wing. You're like the Robin to my Batman."
"You're Batman," Ike deadpanned. Kenny just gave him a look.
"Yeah, I'm Batman. You can be the Dick Grayson one though not Jason Todd if you want. But I'm still Batman." Stan gave him a look and Kenny blinked. "What?"
"Jesus Christ, Bebe was right. You are a dork." Kenny scowled and grabbed Ike's legs, then pulled away from Stan. The nearly fourteen year old yelped in terror, unsure of what Kenny would do, but sighed with relief when he simply set him down.
"So is that what the weather's like up there?" Ike asked, Kenny nodded, then patted the Canadian's back in a brotherly manner. "So you really think I have a shot at being first-string next year?"
"Yeah, you're actually pretty good," Stan replied as they grabbed their water bottles. Kenny poured most of his over his head, then took a sip and shook his head. Stan and Ike cried out when the water from his hair splattered them. "Hair. Cut."
"Mo-ney." Kenny replied, then pulled out his phone. He read the text, looked up in the bleachers and grinned. "Hey, Ike?"
"Yeah?" the small boy asked as he brushed a hand through his sweaty, wavy hair. Kenny cupped his cheeks and kissed him, then smacked his cheek lightly. Stan's eyes bugged and Ike's jaw dropped as Kenny smirked. "Wha-what'd you do that for?!" He blurted, wiping his mouth quickly.
"Your brother told me to embarrass you by giving you a kiss from him on your forehead but I improvised. That wasn't from him, but this is." Kenny smacked his lips on his forehead, "mwah!" Ike was red-faced and wide-eyed as he looked around. No one seemed to notice, except some people in the stands.
"You just... I... what?!" He flailed, then tore at his hair. Stan snickered and gave Kenny a side glance. The blonde nodded and looked up at Kyle who looked like he was either laughing or crying; probably a mix of both. Karen was holding on to Ruby as they both giggled hysterically, and Butters was shaking as he shook his head with a smile on his face.
"Will last year's homecoming king and drag queen step out onto the field to announce the nominees for this year's homecoming court?" Cartman drawled on the speaker. Stan looked stunned for a moment, then shrugged and jogged onto the turf. Butters looked as if he had seen a ghost, but when both Stan and Kenny ushered him to join Stan, he hesitantly did so. As soon as he was on the field, Stan put a protective arm over the blonde, who smiled sheepishly and tried to hide. They were given a card, Stan to read the nominees, and Butters to announce the king and queen.
"Okay, so we were kinda the best this school is ever gonna have but I guess it's time to pass on the crowns. So, the nominees for best actor- I mean, homecoming king are... you've gotta be shitting me." Stan blurted. Butters looked at the paper and his jaw went slack in awe. "Uh... Eric Cartman, Token Black, me again which isn't that invalid?" he asked no one in particular, "hopefully no one voted, Kenny McCormick," Kenny facepalmed, "and Bridon Gueermo."
Hesitantly he walked onto the field and Stan wiggled his eyebrows. He flipped him off as he stood in between him and Cartman. Butters turned to him and mouthed, "I love you!"
"I love you too," he whispered with a smile.
"Butters, would you do the honors of reading the homecoming queen nominees?"
"U-uh sure..." he trailed off, "um... homecoming q-queen no-nom-nominees a-are W-Wendy Testaburger, Bebe St-Stevens, Nichole Incognegro, Heidi Turner, a-and... Ruby Tucker." Butters announced.
The girls walked from the sidelines, except Ruby, who after looking around in fear was pushed by Karen to make her way down the bleachers. She tripped on a step, nearly fell, and stumbled down onto the turf. But Bebe and Wendy slowed and waited for the fifteen year old girl, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Bebe took her hand and skipped forward.
"Okay then, so now our homecoming king is... Butters?" Butters opened the paper and kept his eyes on it the entire time. Stan read the paper and nodded, "our homecoming king is Kenny McCormick."
Kenny burst out laughing. Butters was trying hard to conceal his excitement yet he grinned and tried not to run and tackle hug him like he so desperately wanted to. Kenny looked to them, as if they were serious, and Stan ushered him forward.
This wasn't him. He wasn't the homecoming king, star athlete who tried to give a damn. He wasn't supposed to care about school and make an effort; this wasn't who he was. Somewhere down the line he lost track of himself, pushed passed the apathy and lack of ambition to make a joke that he actually cared. As he stood next to Stan, flushed and awkward and wishing he wasn't so tall, he realized what changed; he had Butters.
As a child he had always wanted to push passed the poor boy stereotype; he wanted to succeed in school, prove to everyone he was worth someone, be a star football player, be popular. But back then he was the weird kid who knew too much about the wrong things and never tried and always smelled funny.
And now here he was, standing in that dream. Only he didn't want it. Any of it. Down to it, he felt fake, wrong, as if the pressures that everyone saw in him had become him. He had lost himself somewhere in the shuffle.
But all he could do was smile. And as Stan put the stupid crown on his head, his eyes turned to Butters. The bright blonde caught that look and his smile faded.
"And the homecoming queen is...?" Stan asked Butters, who laughed nervously and nodded.
"Our h-homecoming q-qu-queen is Bebe Stevens," Butters said, then placed the tiara on her head. She and Wendy both hugged and squealed excitedly, then Nichole and Heidi squeezed her in a tight hug. Ruby shuffled her feet and smiled shyly at Bebe, someone she had never spoken to her in entire life, and found herself in a tight hug.
Kenny smiled adoringly at Bebe, who took his hand and beamed up at him. For a mom
ent to the eye they looked like the perfect couple; star football player and head cheerleader, homecoming court. He put his arm around her and kissed her forehead.
"Apparently you're a popular dork," Bebe teased as she pulled Kenny's crown askew. He shrugged his shoulders and poked out his tongue.
"Just go with the dork," he mumbled as they posed for pictures. Bebe was given a sash and bouquet, and after awhile of trying to please the cameras they decided to goof off. By the end of the photos they were posing like two thirds of the "Charlie's Angels" Angels and choking each other.
In the second half they managed to tie with Fort Collins. They managed to lead with a field goal until Stan managed to get hurt in a tackle, bringing in the sophomore second-string quarterback. Somehow they won they game by a field goal; which concluded the first half of their season with probably the worst homecoming game in history.
A half an hour later and the homecoming dance had began. Hip hop pumped loudly over the speakers, and Stan found himself mostly entertained by a plate of food. Butters tapped Kenny's shoulder, then nodded to the door.
The strawberry blonde cleared his throat and scooted back from the table. Kyle looked at them curiously but then rolled his eyes as Stan devoured a second cookie.
"We're gonna be right back," Butters said, loud enough for them to hear. Kyle nodded and Stan gave a lazy thumbs up. Bebe, mesmerized by her flowers and sash, looked to Kenny.
"You have to be back to dance. That's like in ten minutes." He nodded and bowed slightly.
"I won't leave you hanging," Kenny replied, then followed Butters out of the gymnasium. They walked down the hall in silence, to the window looking out to the greenhouse. Butter sat on the bench, and looked at Kenny.
"You're not happy," Butters blurted. Kenny sighed heavily and looked out the window, into the dark, and turned back. The bright blonde wore a face of concern and grimaced as he touched Kenny's cheek.
"No, I am." Butters sighed and Kenny took his hand in his.
"When your name was called you just... you looked ready to run," Butters explained, "and I know you're worried and stressed and stuff but... I just want to say I'm real proud of you, and happy too." Kenny sighed and rested his head on Butters' shoulder.
"I just don't get it," Kenny mumbled, "I feel like everything I am now is wrong. Like, I'm stuck trying to exceed everyone's expectations, like I just used the word exceed. When did that start happening? And... this whole working hard at everything isn't me, either. I was just the kid who slacked off and didn't give a fuck, flew under the radar hoping to get outta here. No expectations, no future... and now I feel stuck. I wasn't supposed to be homecoming king or anything. I feel like this is just some phony act and I've lost sight of who I am. I'm happy, but I'm stuck, and something needs to change."
"L-like me?" Kenny looked at Butters curiously. That was the first time he had stammered in his presence, alone, for years. "You're talking about... us, aren't you?" Kenny's jaw went slack in surprise, then took Butters' hand.
"No, that's the last thing I'd change. As long as you want me then I'm right here. So don't think for a second that's what I mean."
"But you... and Bebe looked really-"
"Forget her, I'm not in love with her, am I?" Butters shrugged and Kenny sighed softly, "I'm not, I love you, Leopold. Always and only you," Kenny assured, then pressed his lips against the smaller boy's in a loving kiss. "We have a lot to talk about, but I want to let you know that I am happy, I just feel a little disoriented and I'm trying to figure myself out."
"Well, if it helps I know exactly who you are," Butters murmured, nuzzling his neck, "you're Kenny. And you'll do whatever you want." He pressed a kiss to Kenny's warm skin and smiled as he felt the strawberry blonde shiver beneath him. "But I'll be there to help you along the way, okay?" Kenny nodded and squeezed his hand.
"I'm glad you can see clearer than I can," he replied, "but... we'll figure this out later. I'm not gonna be a bummer at this homecoming, either." Butters grinned and wrapped his arm around Kenny's waist as they walked back to the gymnasium.
As soon as they entered Bebe took his hand and everyone cheered as she practically dragged him onto the dance floor. He looked desperately at Butters who just grinned at him. Bebe was absolutely glowing as they stood hand in hand as the DJ introduced them.
"Your ass looks great in this dress," Kenny mumbled with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and grinned as she looped her arms over his shoulders, and the beginning chords to "Time After Time" rang through the gym.
"Glad you noticed, asshole," she replied quietly. They both laughed and he kept his hand comfortably at her waist as he led the dance. The two fell in a rhythm they both seemed to appreciate, and Bebe couldn't help but smile up at Kenny. He looked at her quizzically and waited for her to speak. "You know, I bet this is how they expected us to be."
"Probably," Kenny couldn't help but agree. "Who woulda thought you and I..."
"It makes sense though, I don't know why. It just does. Can I tell you something?" He gave her a look and she rolled her eyes. But her head rested on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, almost like a brother, but not quite. "I'm in love."
Kenny grinned and pulled his head away slightly to look down at Bebe. Her blue eyes looked up at him, as if waiting at the edge of a cliff to find out whether or not she could fly. He grinned, and ran his hand through her hair lovingly.
"Ellie?" He asked; Bebe nodded and her eyes glanced to the left side of the gym. Kenny followed her gaze and found the former Raisins worker sitting at a table with a nail file in hand as she stretched her legs seductively. The seventeen year old smirked and turned back to Bebe, who slapped him lightly. "She's perfect for you!" he whisper-shouted. Bebe blushed and grumbled something he couldn't quite understand, but smiled nonetheless. "But seriously? I'm happy for you, like... so fucking happy. You better send me some videos."
"Likewise..." Bebe murmured coyly. His lips pulled upward and he glanced to Butters, who was currently inhaling helium with Stan, Kyle, and Wendy. Cartman was eating cookies.
"You couldn't handle that."
"Oh, I had a fucking handle on you pretty damn well, Kenneth," she purred teasingly. He grinned and sighed softly as he looked down at the blonde girl who was trying her hardest not to laugh. "I wasn't the one who lasted a minute," Kenny's eyes darkened and she snickered as his cheeks flushed. "It was cute..."
"Hey, I was thirteen, I got better!" Kenny grumbled, Bebe nodded and patted his shoulder. "You promised to never talk about that!"
"Well, I lied. And I know you got better," the blonde girl replied, "but seriously, if you and Butters are ever in for a three-way, I'm down."
"Says she who is supposedly in love," Bebe rolled her eyes.
"Details, baby, details," she quoted him and he let out a barking laugh.
The song ended and before they parted Kenny gave her a kiss on the cheek. She dramatically clutched her chest and fanned her hand in front of her face. Wendy rolled her eyes and laughed as they walked towards their friends, and Butters hopped up from the table. Kenny took his hand and grinned as he looked to the open floor.
"You really want me to dance to this?" Butters asked as a stereotypical hip hop song played from the speakers. Kenny nodded and laughed as he dragged Butters onto the gym floor. The bright blonde grinned and burst out laughing as Kenny began to wiggle around with his fists clenched moving in circles like he usually did at home.
Bebe joined them with Ellie, and pretty soon they had started what appeared to be a snake pit of people pretending they knew how to dance. Kenny wrapped his arms around Butters and danced closely with him. The shorter boy looked up and saw his eyes glowing with excitement and happiness; he grinned even brighter.
The hip hop song died out and faded into a soft techno beat. Kyle's eyes lit up and he yanked Kenny away from Butters.
"Dude!" He cried excitedly, "SANDSTORM!" Butters shook his head as he watched Kyle grab Stan, Kenny, and Cartman, and laughed as they began to do what looked like interpretive dancing that they had done for the past four years. When the beat picked up, they would start jumping and running around the gym in a line. Everyone ended up joining in. Butters yelped as Kenny grabbed him, and felt his hand squeeze his gently as they started the line.
By the time the four minute techno song was over, Stan was puffing on his inhaler and Kyle and Kenny were both sweaty and breathing heavily. Butters caught his breath and wiped his brow as he patted Stan's back. He smiled back at him, and Cartman sat on the chair and slumped forward.
"I seriously hate you guys," he whined as he fought to regain composure. Wendy and Bebe were both laughing with Ellie as they pinned back their sweaty hair and went to get bottles of water. Wendy brought an extra and set the ice cold bottle on Cartman's neck. He huffed and reached his hand back on the bottle, over Wendy's. Stan smiled and turned to Kyle, who squeezed his hand.
After a few more hip hop and techno songs, a slow song began to play and Kenny offered his hand once more to Butters.
"Has there been a song you haven't danced to?" Butters asked in surprise as Kenny practically lifted him from his chair. Kenny shrugged, then looked to the floor.
"I'm having fun, come have fun with me, pwease?" He teased and gave him the puppy eyes that always melted Butters' heart. Bebe and Wendy both awwed and Kyle and Stan made kissy faces at them as they split a cookie.
The song was calm and Butters rested his head on Kenny's shoulder. His fingers clutched his shirt and he felt Kenny's hands innocently caress over his back as they swayed in time to the music. Butters hummed happily as Kenny kissed his forehead, then reached one hand to stroke his cheek.
"So, you're having fun?" Butters asked finally. Kenny nodded and grinned.
"For a school dance, yeah. As fun as that can be. You can either make a complete idiot of yourself or you can be sitting the entire time. I choose to be an idiot."
"Well, I kinda like you being an idiot." Butters replied and laughed a little as Kenny crossed his eyes.
"Well, I kinda like you." Butters snickered and Kenny sighed, "that sounded way more awesome in my head."
"It was cute," he replied with a quiet laugh. Kenny pouted, and Butters took that opportunity to catch his lips in a quick kiss. "Where did you learn your dancing skills?" he asked. Kenny just gave him a look, and he was suddenly very thankful he had such a tight hold, otherwise he would have fallen from laughing so hard.
"Like I said, I'm either a bummer or an idiot. There is no skill in the way my body moves. It's all about feeling the music and interpreting it physically." Butters nodded and bit his lip to refrain from cracking up again. Kenny looked as if he were struggling as well. "There's only skill when I intend for there to be skill. Case and point: prom." Butters nodded slowly.
"How would you interpret this song?" Kenny was quiet for a moment, as he listened to the lyrics.
"If I were to be in a solo dance to this song, which would make me look very sad," Butters chuckled, "I would be a tree."
"A tree," Butters blurted in deadpan. Kenny nodded with the best poker face he could muster and breathed slowly. He shook a couple of times from repressed laughter.
"A willow tree."
"Weeping?"
"No! Whomping!" At that they completely lost it and Kenny let go of him momentarily as he flailed his arms. "Like that!" Butters shook his head and quickly wrapped his arms back around him as he stifled his laughs in Kenny's chest.
"It's the stupid stuff like that that I love so much about you."
"I thought it was my dashing looks and one-liners that swept your pants off." Butters snorted and Kenny gave him a smug grin. "I don't usually let the stupid stuff show much."
"You should," Butters mumbled, smiling softly at Kenny. "But what I also love about you is-"
"Everything, duh." The bright blonde rolled his eyes and swatted at Kenny.
"No, well, yes, but... no. What I was gonna say is that the simple things just make you happy."
"Yep, just greet me one night naked and I'm the happiest man al- don't hit me!" Kenny pretended to bark but mostly cackled as Butters swatted at him again, "Geeze, take a joke. But I'm glad that's what you love about me. I'm easy to please and I'm stupid." Butters rolled his eyes and hit him again. "Wanna know what I love about you?"
"Everything?" Kenny was quiet for a moment, then looked at the ground.
"The fact you know me so well you steal the words right from my mouth..." he trailed off and pretended to be upset. Butters shook with silent laughter as Kenny fought off his own chuckles to look sad.
"I'm sorry, what do you love about me?"
"You."
At that, Kenny leaned down and kissed Butters gently. They both smiled as their lips locked in familiar comfort and Butters felt Kenny hug him tighter.
The rest of the dance was mostly an uneven balance of slow songs and cliché 80s ballads and slow songs to dance to. But Kenny was on his feet for most of the night, except the one time he got a drink. Butters tried to keep up with his energy, but he ended up having Bebe, Kyle, and Stan be his replacements when needed. And when he wasn't dancing with Kenny, he was watching him just let loose and have fun.
They were some of the last people to leave but made sure they got out before student council recruited them to help clean up; the student council president and co-president-who-was-really-vice-president were Wendy and Cartman.
"So... what now?" Kyle asked as they stepped out of the school, into the brisk September night. Butters cherished the light breeze, and Kenny yawned.
"I think we were just going to head home," Butters replied, he looked to Kenny who was sweaty and looked ready to pass out. Butters wrapped an arm around his waist and Kenny rested his head on his shoulder.
"So chill there?" Stan asked excitedly. Butters looked to Kenny, who smiled and nodded.
Karen ran out of the gym with her shoes in hand and Ruby and Ike following quickly behind her. She skidded to a halt behind Kenny, and tapped his shoulder.
"Kenny? Can Ruby and Ike come over?" Karen asked, "their parents said they could stay the night." Kenny nodded once more and yawned conspicuously into Butters' shoulder. The shorter boy ran a hand through his sweaty hair, and patted his back.
"Yeah, I don't want a shit ton of people over like last time. So just... keep it between us. And Candy." Kenny said, "so we can all just head out then?" They nodded and broke from their slight huddle, to their cars.
Butters gave Kenny a look and sighed as he rubbed his eyes.
"You're tired," he piped up as Kenny took the keys from his pocket and unlocked Butters' Camry. Ruby, Ike, and Karen clambered in the back, and Butters sat in the passenger's seat. Kenny hid his yawn as he started the car.
"A little, I can go to sleep whenever I want, besides weren't we gonna do a "Doctor Who" and "Supernatural" marathon?" Ruby and Ike's eyes lit up as they heard Kenny. Karen nodded and Butters sent him a wary look. "Trust me, they're gonna wanna leave after awhile, that house is boring as shit."
"Not to me," Butters murmured, "there's so much to do-" Ruby snorted, and his cheeks heated, "are you up for it?" He saw the bags around Kenny's eyes and the constant blinking as he drove down the main road out of South Park. Kenny shrugged his shoulders, then nodded.
"Yeah!" Butters smiled and rested his head on the headrest. His body was tired from the amount of dancing he had done, and he wondered how Kenny could be so alert. Because not only did he spend the entire four hours dancing, but he played a football game before that, and slept for two hours. But he seemed wide awake as he drove down the desolate road, to the third county road on the right and turned, slowly so Butters felt comfortable. "I'm just gonna shower first though so they can all suck it."
They arrived to Kenny's house about seven minutes later. Kenny carried in his uniform, backpack, and duffel bag, then flicked on the porch light before going to the bathroom. Butters heard the water turn on, and he looked around with bleary eyes at the quiet house.
Ike, Karen, and Ruby went upstairs to change out of their homecoming outfits, and Butters stepped into the bathroom to change into the clothes he had worn previously. Kenny pushed back the curtain, steam had already begun to fill the bathroom, and tilted his head slightly. Butters sighed as he caught the look, and looked to the door.
"We can't now..." Butters whined. Kenny chuckled and pushed back the curtain a little more as he scrubbed his hair.
"Do you wanna sexy shower sans sexy?"
"Are you implying I smell?" Butters teased. The strawberry blonde smiled and shook his head.
"No, dear," Kenny replied, then poked his tongue out and mooned him before he rinsed his hair. Butters ended up showering with him, and it took both of them more willpower than they'd like to admit to not end up fucking on the wall or in the tub like usual.
In fact, Kenny was out of the shower in less than five minutes and hurried to his room in nothing but a towel to grab his clothes. Butters laughed as he heard the anguished shouts of Karen and her friends, and Kenny's mocking voice as his feet pounded up the stairs.
He finished his shower when he heard Stan and Kyle talking, and Kenny practically fly down the stairs. A thud was heard, and everyone started to laugh, causing Butters to shake his head. There was a timid knock on the door; before Butters could say anything Kenny reappeared, dressed in an old blue t-shirt and basketball shorts, and set some of Butters clothes on shelf.
"I figured you'd wanna wear clean clothes," Kenny mumbled as he grabbed Karen's brush and combed his hair quickly. Butters slipped into the v-neck shirt Kenny grabbed, as well as the sweat pants he wore around the house when he didn't care about dressing properly. He figured Kenny would have grabbed his shorts if they were alone. "Stan's raiding the fridge."
"I swear he's gonna be fatter than Cartman." Kenny barked a laugh as he handed Butters the brush.
"Don't tell Stan that," Kenny replied with a grin. "But I totally see it happening." Butters snickered and pulled at his shirt momentarily before deciding he didn't care enough.
They walked out to find Kyle making popcorn and Stan opening two boxes of pizza. Bebe was raiding the cabinets and found what she was looking for; the liquor. Kenny gave a look to Butters and smiled gently as Karen, Ruby and Ike barreled down the stairs.
Karen and Ruby took control of the television and started an episode of "Supernatural". They took the floor, leaving the two couches for whoever could first claim them. Kenny curled up on the couch with Butters next to him and laid his head on the arm rest as he stared at the screen. Stan and Kyle sat beside them, with Stan using Kyle as a pillow. Butters nudged Kenny, who looked up at him curiously from his comfortable position.
"You can lay on me," Kenny blinked, then flipped around so his legs dangled from the arm rest, and laid his head in Butters' lap. He smiled down at Kenny, who stroked his knee and settled as he ran his hands through his hair.
"Anyone who doesn't like Mark Sheppard is a fucking idiot," Ruby said as she took a handful of popcorn. Karen nodded and watched the screen intently.
"You're good, but I'm Crowley," Ike said, earning high fives from his two best friends. Kyle rolled his eyes adoringly and looked down at Stan, who was staring miserably at two pieces of pizza.
"You gonna eat those?" Kyle asked jokingly, but Stan shook his head, much to his surprise.
"I... Kyle, I'm full." He sounded so broken-hearted. The redhead shrugged, then took a piece.
"You mean there's a bottom to that pit?!" Butters asked in shock. Kenny breathed a laugh as his eyes grew heavier. Stan looked up at him with sad eyes and shrugged slightly.
"I don't know..." he poked his taut stomach.
"I'm so unconditioned," Kyle half-whined as he stretched his legs, "I should not be hurting as much as I do. Basketball is gonna kick my ass." he looked to Butters, who was scrubbing his hands through Kenny's hair as he watched Kyle and Stan with amusement, "Kenny, how're you holding up?"
"Shh," Butters pressed a finger to his lips and continued running his hands through the blonde locks, "he's sleeping."
Kyle nodded and smiled warmly at the bright blonde, who looked smug about his feat.
"Aww, he's all tuckered out," Bebe teasingly cooed from the other couch. Butters poked out his tongue and pulled the blanket down from the couch to cover Kenny. His breathing was slow and deep, and Butters was glad to know he was so relaxed.
By 3:00 Bebe, Ellie, Stan, and Kyle had all left. Kyle dragged his half-asleep brother along with him. Karen and Ruby had fallen asleep on the floor in the living room and Butters found himself beginning to nod off.
"Kenny?" Butters whispered groggily as he tapped his shoulder lightly. "Ken, let's go to upstairs." he nudged his head slightly off of his lap, and Kenny stirred.
"Don't steal my warm," the strawberry blonde murmured in his sleep. Butters paused and looked down at him with a growing smile.
"...what?" He asked gently, caressing his shoulder. Kenny squirmed a little and curled his right leg. That was the one that liked to twitch and jerk in the middle of the night. Butters glared at it momentarily.
"You don't need soap, you don't even eat peanuts," was his response. The bright blonde furrowed his eyebrows and bit back a laugh as he carefully lifted him.
"Okay, stand up, hon." Butters said quietly, "I can't carry you." Kenny laughed in his sleep and stumbled as Butters stood and kept a tight hold on him.
"I fuckin' hate four-legged signs."
Butters sighed and led Kenny through the dark living room, to the stairs. He stared woefully at the steep stairs and looked at Kenny, who bent his head low enough to use his shoulder as a pillow.
"Can you walk up the stairs?" He asked gently as he lightly kicked at his right foot. Kenny leaned against Butters and sluggishly started up the steps.
It took about five minutes to get him up the stairs and by that point Butter himself felt like passing out; he didn't know how Kenny could do this. He wrapped his arms tight around Kenny and walked to their room. As soon as he got Kenny to sit on the bed, he crawled onto the other side and pulled the blankets down and laid back. He glanced up and groaned, then pulled at the back of Kenny's shirt.
The taller boy slowly turned on his side and burrowed his face in his pillow. Butters covered them with the thick blankets, rested his head on Kenny's arm, and tangled their legs together.
"Thank you, warm," Kenny mumbled before snuffling. Butters smiled, kissed his chest, and snaked his arm over Kenny's side.
He woke up at noon and felt disgusted with himself. Kenny lay completely zonked next to him, and his cat was perched on his side. Butters sleepily petted Chester, who made a chirrup noise and rolled on his stomach. Bunny popped up from the foot of the bed and he couldn't help but grin as he realized what he thought would be his distant future was happening right now.
It was scenes like these he always hoped for; wake up with the sun shining bright next to the love of his life, with or without pets. But he felt warm and happy, and nothing could tear him from this moment. It was too perfect.
Deep down he knew that was probably a bad feeling to have. Because when things were too good to be true they usually went downhill; and fast. Considering they had less than 24 hours until his eighteenth birthday he had a strong feeling it would have to do with his parents. But he knew Kenny wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, and he knew he had to stand up for himself; if he learned anything from Kenny, it was confidence. Kenny was so sure of himself and although Butters had no semblance of confidence he was sure some of Kenny's found its way into his heart. It was a nice thought, at least.
But right now he didn't want to worry about that; he didn't want to worry about anything. Right now he was comfortable and warm with Kenny sleeping next to him.
Butters took Chester in his arms and laid back on the bed with the orange furball. Bunny crawled up on his free side so Butters was now in the middle
Which wasn't exactly how he imagined his future but the dog was cute and so was the cat. So he scratched Bunny's ears and rested his head on Kenny's chest. The bright blonde lay awake basking in the quiet and the calm. He could hear Kenny's rapid heartbeat and felt the deep rise and fall with every breath. He couldn't help but draw imaginary pictures over his shirt.
Kenny moaned quietly and turned his head to face him. Butters smiled as he saw the peacefulness in his expression and brushed the hair from his forehead. Light freckles were beginning to fade from under his cheeks and his forehead, leaving him with a fading summer tan. When he was sleeping he looked so innocent; Butters didn't understand where the mischief came from when he woke up but he loved him all the same.
Kenny took a deep breath then his eyes lazily opened. He smiled sleepily at Butters, who brushed his thumb over his forehead, and wrapped an arm around Butters' waist.
"G'mornin'," Kenny mumbled quietly; his voice was deeper and hoarse, and he winced as he looked at the window. "'s bright." Butters chuckled and nodded, then took Kenny's hand in his.
"It's past noon." Kenny looked at him with surprise but said nothing, "feel okay?"
"Sleepy. Head hurts. Mm... but this is nice. I don't remember the last time we got to be like this. What happened last night?"
"I think it was in Nebraska when you slept like sixteen hours. And... we had an orgy." Kenny snorted and his nose crinkled as he laughed. Butters smiled up at him, and leaned in to kiss him. Kenny, however, quickly turned his head.
"Nuh-uh, I gots morning breath." Butters rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips gently.
"Pish posh, me too." Kenny grinned goofily at Butters before kissing him again, this time deeper than the last. He felt his hand rest comfortably on his waist and Butters automatically pulled himself even closer to Kenny, who held him tightly. He pulled away and giggled excitedly, causing the darker blonde to look at him curiously. "I'm sorry! I'm just so excited that you're here... and I'm here... and we have the weekend." Kenny sighed softly as his smile faded. Butters' face fell, and he shook his head. "You're not going to work." He more commanded then questioned, and Kenny nodded.
"Yeah... about that..."
"No, no Kenneth, you promised," Butters moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around him so he wouldn't get up. Kenny nodded and sat up slightly, then decided that from the painful throbbing in his head that it would be best to lay down.
"I know, and I'm keeping that promise... don't be mad but... I quit." Butters gawked at Kenny's quiet, embarrassed admission.
"What." he didn't question, only stated, as he stared in awe at Kenny.
"Yeah... but, but don't worry! I have enough money saved up for the next week and I got a job at the Olive Garden. I can sell some of my artwork too if I need to. But... I felt I needed some change." Butters grinned.
"Does this mean you get to bring home breadsticks?!" he cried excitedly, then laughed as Kenny gave him an incredulous look, "I'm kind of kidding. Kenny, that's amazing, I mean I think that was a really great decision. Even though you were manager you were working like crazy. And... breadsticks..." Kenny chuckled and pulled Butters on top of him. "So you have another whole week off?" the strawberry blonde nodded and Butters gasped in awe.
"Happy early birthday?"
"It's already off to a great start... you've screwed yourself over for tomorrow, mister." Kenny just laughed and ran his hands over Butters' back. The bright blonde rested comfortably on Kenny, who lazily caressed his side and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Can we just stay in bed all day?"
"Mhmm," Kenny replied, "have you ever wondered what would happen if we crossed an alien invasion and the zombie apocalypse?" Butters jerked his head away from him and his eye twitched as he tried not to laugh. Kenny just blinked as he waited patiently for an answer.
"Where did that come from?" Kenny shrugged and looked out the window as he contemplated his own thought.
"I think... that I would try to become allies with the aliens so they could help us with their awesome intelligence to kill the zombies. Or just ask to chill out in their space ship." Butters snickered and wrapped his legs around Kenny's. They lay in a tangled mess of limbs and blankets, and Butters took advantage of Kenny's distraction. He began to tickle his sides and stomach as he nipped at his neck, earning a cry from Kenny as he squirmed and laughed. "No! Bad Leopold!"
Butters loved seeing Kenny's eyes squeeze shut and his nose crinkle as he laughed hysterically. He looked genuinely carefree and happy; Butters wasn't sure when he last saw Kenny like this. But he was glad that today he could.
"To answer your question..." Butters trailed off, finally releasing Kenny from his torture. He flinched as Butters held his sides, "I would put tin foil over my head and wait for my abduction or death."
"The only one who's getting abducted is Cartman, and you honestly think I'd let you die? I'd become a zombie for you!"
"And I'd keep you in my shed and love you still."
"You'd have to buy me a muzzle." Kenny mumbled, "so I wouldn't bite you. But I think all I'd want is your warmth. Not your brains." Butters laughed sadly and nuzzled Kenny's neck.
"I'd lose my personal space heater..." he whined, Kenny pretended to pout as he held his boyfriend tightly in his arms. "But you'd be kinda cute with a muzzle." Kenny gnashed his teeth together before he jokingly bit at Butters. The shorter boy felt a fire in his stomach as he saw the fierce look in Kenny's eyes as he playfully growled, then rolled his eyes to the back of his head and slacked his jaw.
"I'm a perfect zombie, I just have to make the right noises." Kenny paused, then clamped his teeth together again. "I wouldn't be that cute with a muzzle, I'd look like some crazy person."
"You'd be a zombie, duh," Butters replied, "do boy zombies get hard?" Butters asked seriously. Kenny looked to Butters with a lazy grin and amusement in his eyes as he looked at the light blonde boy.
"Uh... maybe? You're not tellin' me you'd have sex with me if I were a zombie, are you?" Kenny asked in disbelief. Butters laughed loudly, and shrugged.
"Deep down you'd still be you, maybe instead of brains you'd wanna get laid." They both burst out laughing and Butters hummed happily, "but that'd be weird, so I dunno. I'm just glad I don't have to worry about that."
"Right, you're just in love with an immortal, no biggie." Butters scoffed and pressed his lips to Kenny's, earning a happy noise from his lover. He felt Kenny's hand caress his cheek and lovingly move from his side, down his back, to cup his ass.
Butters smiled as he felt Kenny take control of the kiss; he let him deepen their lock and parted his lips as Kenny's tongue searched for his. Butters moaned quietly as Kenny massaged the small of his back and lifted him slightly. A shiver of thrill ran through him as he felt Kenny's already stiff cock brush against his leg. There would never be a day this would get old.
Somewhere between their tongues dancing and the slow mannerisms of Kenny's sensual ministrations, Butters ended up laying on the bed with Kenny on top of him. He wasn't quite sure when that happened, but he didn't mind, and sighed with excitement as Kenny lifted off his shirt. Butters felt the chill of the air that was quickly replaced with Kenny's heat as he lay chest to chest with him.
Butters' eyes rolled to the back of his head when Kenny's mouth burrowed in the crook of his neck and suckled gently, enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt. He felt his tongue soothe the broken skin, and he arched his back in silent desperation for friction. Kenny answered his request by slipping his knee between his legs and smiled as he felt Butters rut against it.
"Calm down, babe..." Kenny whispered against his flushed skin. Butters moaned as Kenny's mouth nipped down his chest, to his left nipple, where he flicked his tongue and sucked a little harder; the action went straight down to his stiffened arousal, and his nerves pulsed with furious tingles that caused his toes to curl.
"God, Ken..." Butters trailed off as his right hand softly pinched and squeezed his other nipple while his mouth went to work on his left. He gasped out as Kenny softly thrust into his hips and Butters' hands clawed at his back, into the cloth on his shirt. "You're so... ahh..." he trailed off in quiet whimpers and moans as his mouth finally lowered down his stomach. His tongue dipped in his navel before nipping at the tender flesh below, eliciting a blissed out cry from Butters. Kenny laughed quietly and pressed his thumbs into Butters' hips, just the way he knew he liked it.
"What're you in the mood for?" Kenny asked as his fingers looped inside the waistband of his pants. Butters couldn't find the words to say as Kenny lowered his head and pressed kisses to the concealed bulge. His eyes bugged out and he thrust his head back as Kenny teased him in the most perfect ways. "And remember, we got all day."
"N-not fair..." Butters managed to gasp when Kenny pulled his pants down, passed his ankles, and pressed tender kisses against his leg, from his ankles up to the middle of his thigh, where nibbled and sucked on the skin. "Y-you... you're not... I wanna..."
"I'll have my turn, but this is all 'bout you right now. So how do you want me to go about this?" Butters looked at him with heavy eyes and moaned sadly as he crawled up the bed, to the nightstand. He pulled out the lube from the top shelf, and squirted a dollop on his fingers
"You're gonna fuck me, right?" Kenny laughed and nodded as he returned to his spot on bent knees in between Butters' legs. Sometimes Butters wished he had a camera so he could show Kenny how sexy and innocent he looked like that; but he was sure he already knew that. He figured those baby blue eyes knew exactly what they were doing.
"'Course, I'm gonna fuck you blind, baby," Butters shivered at the sultry voice and covered his mouth when Kenny's mouth sank down on him, taking him all in one go; Butters had no clue how he could do that. He still gagged if he took Kenny too far; his gag reflex, on the other hand, seemed non-existent.
He watched with half-closed eyes as Kenny bobbed his head a few times before paying the most attention to the head of his cock. Butters felt his tongue greedily lap at the tip, and he swore he could come at the sight of Kenny's lust-hazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips as he teased Butters.
Butters moaned loudly as Kenny coated his hole with lube before sliding in a generously slicked finger. He lowered his mouth and remained still, then with his left hand grabbed Butters' hand and put it on the back of his head. A silent command Butters understood but wasn't sure if he would be able to do.
But as Kenny pumped two fingers furiously into him, Butters thrust up and cried out in amazement at the dual sensations. He felt Kenny moan around him, urging Butters to continue.
As soon as Kenny hit his prostate Butters was a mess of unintelligible sound and begged for release as he snapped his hips into Kenny's mouth. He could feel Kenny's breath on his pelvis, uneven and warm as he was deep-throated, and yanked furiously on Kenny's hair.
The encouraging, muffled shout from Kenny caused his toes to curl. Kenny's tongue was licking the underside of his shaft as he somehow deepened his thrusts; Kenny didn't even gag as he widened his mouth. Butters was in awe as he felt Kenny's throat, but couldn't comprehend the amazing feat; all he wanted was release. With Kenny's continual thrusts against his prostate, with his slim fingers filling him, and his ability to take a cock better than a porn star, Butters reached for something to claw with his freehand.
"Oh God... oh fuck... nnngh..." Butters whined, giving another violent tug on Kenny's hair. Butters saw the flash of pure arousal burning bright in his eyes and at that he stilled, coming in nerve-numbing pleasure that caused his eyes to roll in the back of his head as he felt Kenny's throat swallow his cum greedily, not missing a single drop.
The strawberry blonde pulled his mouth off his softening cock with a quiet pop and coughed quietly. Butters stared at him in incredulous amazement as his body jerked and pulsed with excited nerves.
"H-how...?" Butters trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as he gazed at Kenny.
"We'll wait a couple minutes for round two?" Kenny asked breathlessly, crawling up the bed. Butters opened his mouth to protest, to say Kenny deserved the best blow job in the world, but his eyes widened as he saw a stain on his grey basketball shorts.
"You...?" Kenny laughed quietly and laid on his back.
"I thought it'd be kinda hot if I jerked myself," Butters groaned in pure lust as he imagined that scene. "Your hair pulling tactic worked well." Kenny teased.
"Well, you're takin' off those shorts," Butters murmured, crawling over Kenny as he pulled down the shorts. He shook his head as he saw he was still more than half hard, "you're insane."
"I'm not insane, I'm insatiable," Butters laughed when discarding the stained shorts on the floor and pulled off Kenny's shirt. His body still jolted from his violent orgasm as he pressed a kiss right under Kenny's jaw while his hands massaged his chest. His fingers rubbed and squeezed his nipples, causing Kenny to bite his lip and inhale shakily.
"Nuh-uh, you're not holding back on me," Butters murmured, dipping his head as his teeth grazed against his skin.
"D-don't suck me off," Kenny told him as he dug his nails in Butters' shoulder, who was currently attacking his chest with violent kisses and love bites. He knew Kenny loved being marked by him just as much as he did, and vice versa. Butters wore the hickeys and occasional accidental bruises proudly.
Butters shook his head as he nipped at Kenny's hip bone, earning a quiet moan of approval, and gently spread his legs a little more.
Kenny gasped as he pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, to the underside of his cock, before he massaged his heavy balls with his mouth. Kenny's legs writhed yet Butters held them down as he fought off his nervousness.
Butters felt Kenny tense as he kissed the back of his thigh, but he massaged the small of his back in a comforting manner, and placed a kiss on the long scar that ran from his right cheek to his thigh. He felt Kenny shiver, and gave a gentle squeeze on his leg, one for encouragement for himself as well.
"HOLY FUCK!" Kenny screamed as he felt Butters' tongue tongue lick at his hole. As Butters grew more comfortable with the act, Kenny's legs bent and he cried out as Butters lifted them over his shoulders, leaving him half in the air as he continued his ministrations. "O-oh Jesus... fuck..." Kenny moaned, then let out a slew of curse words as Butters' tongue dove into him.
Kenny was left a scratching, clawing, jerking mess as Butters fucked him with his mouth. He clamped his hand over his mouth and Butters felt himself more and more eager as he brought Kenny to the edge of orgasm.
He pulled his mouth away just as Kenny was about to come, earning a displeased cry of anguish from his boyfriend. Butters just looked at him and felt a little proud that he could make him come undone like that.
"What, do you have a third one in you?" Butters asked as he straddled Kenny, who looked completely dejected.
"You underestimate me, lover," Butters shivered at that, and before Kenny could say anything else, sank down on Kenny's arousal, completely taking him inside in one swift movement. The strawberry blonde thrust his head back and groaned lowly as Butters rocked his hips on top of him, trying to prove his point. But he knew Kenny had ridiculous stamina, so he took his hands in his and smiled as Kenny leaned up a little.
Butters captured his lips in a kiss as he bounced on top of Kenny, who was struggling to kiss him. Their mouths met in sloppy, harsh movements, broken only when one of them moaned.
Kenny hissed and flipped them around, so he was on top, and Butters looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Fuck me, Kenny," Butters whispered, earning a guttural groan as a response. He cried out against Kenny's skin as he felt his cock pound into him furiously. With each thrust his body shook and bounced against his movements. "Harder, nngh, harder..." Butters whined, biting his lip as he felt Kenny completely dominate him. He felt as if he were going to burst from his deep thrusts and couldn't keep his screams quiet as he slammed repeatedly into his still-sensitive prostate.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... oh Jesus fuck..." Kenny moaned, burrowing his face in Butters shoulder as he held him tight and could hardly control his spastic hips. Butters moans shook with the force of Kenny's thrusts and he raked his hand through Kenny's hair.
"Don't fuckin' say it," Butters whispered in Kenny's ear, then bit the lobe, "fuckin' do it." Butters whimpered as Kenny held him down, not allowing him to move at all, and held him as close as humanly possible before he slammed his frantic hips repeatedly into Butters. "G-God Kenny, d-d-don't stop, don't you fucking stop..." he whined. His fingers dug into Kenny's back and yanked on his hair, earning a purr and a nip on his shoulder.
"I'll stop when I fucking want to... n-not fair, fuck..." he turned into a mess again as Butters clenched his muscles around him, drawing Kenny in even deeper; Butters didn't know how that was humanly possible. He felt as if he were completely stuffed yet somehow there was still more room.
But Kenny repeatedly hit his prostate, never once allowing him a chance to stop the buildup. Butters came with a frantic cry and bit down hard on Kenny's neck. He hadn't meant to draw blood, but he tasted the iron on his tongue and sucked hard as he remained still as Kenny fucked him passed orgasm. He whined in slight discomfort as he felt his over-sensitive body jerk and twitch from his second orgasm. He didn't think he could go for another, but Kenny still hadn't come, and he bit his lip as Kenny continued.
"A-are you okay?" Kenny asked, slowing his movements. He removed his hands from his hips and Butters sighed with slight relief. He nodded and wrapped his legs around Kenny's back.
"I thought you... said you'd stop... when you wanted to..." Butters teased, earning an eyeroll from Kenny as he picked up his fast-pace once more. "Oh god." Butters moaned, tilting his head back as he felt his cock painfully start to harden. "You're... insane..." Kenny laughed and kissed his neck before he stilled his movements and bit his lip as he came once again, in a gut wrenching, body numbing flood. Butters moaned as he felt Kenny's cum fill him, and squeaked as he felt Kenny resume his thrusts. "Fuck... you're... you're still..." Kenny smirked and hoisted Butters' legs in the air so they rested on his shoulders as he pumped quickly inside of him. His eyes were closed and he felt the discomfort transition to a need for release. Kenny's hand pressed low on his stomach and Butters watched in awe as he bent his body in an almost unnatural way and engulfed him in his mouth. The simultaneous pumps and thrusts were nearly unbearable, and turned Butters into a stammering wreck who lost all thought and comprehension as he watched Kenny fuck him while giving him head.
"K-Ken... Kenny, I-I..." he yelped as Kenny slapped his and dug his nails in the tender flesh. In less than a second Butters was shaking and coming once more, in less copious amounts but Kenny swallowed it all graciously. Butters whimpered as he knew he was too worn out and sore to go for another. Kenny seemed to understand the change in tone and wildly bucked into him to seek his release faster. "C-come on baby," Butters mewled, trying to coax Kenny, "almost there, just a little more..."
Kenny's breath wavered and was hot on Butters' skin as he pressed his forehead against his shoulder. Butters bit down on him once again, earning a slightly pained yelp, and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Kenny stilled and closed his eyes as his keening whine turned into a breathless pant. He felt Butters clench his muscles around him, coaxing down his release. He trembled and Butters felt incredibly full of Kenny's cum; it was an odd feeling.
The strawberry blonde pulled out of him and sighed tiredly. He laid down on his back; his body shook and his nerves twinged with electric jolts of pleasure. Butters slumped down on his chest and pulled the comforter over them as they lay naked and spent, and covered in sweat and spunk.
"I lived..." Butters said breathlessly as he tried to compose himself. Kenny turned to him and touched his cheek gently.
"Did I hurt you?" Kenny asked worriedly, his fingers ghosted over his waist. Butters shook his head and kissed his neck; the two spots he had bit were inflamed. Kenny winced as Butters touched them, and hissed in a gasp.
"No, I just didn't think I could go again, but I'm sorry I hurt you."
"It's 'cause you're a vampire," Kenny teased as he ran his hand through Butters' hair. "Are you okay, I mean you... kinda surprised me with a rim job." Butters shrugged and his fingers danced along Kenny's chest as they lay in the silence together.
"Yeah, yeah... I'm okay. I just... it's something I have to work through, like you, and I trust you. You've opened yourself up to me and I feel like... I should do the same. I get it, Ken. I know how hard it is to deal with something like that. But we both made it out okay, I think." The strawberry blonde just smiled affectionately and kissed Butters lovingly, gently. They lay like that, kissing for closeness rather than sexual need, and Butters couldn't help but feel complete.
This was what he had always wanted. And it was right in front of him. He felt himself grin as he realized he was happy; so happy.
"Kenny, Ruby and I were wondering if- oh." Butters quickly pulled himself from Kenny, who jumped back in alarm when he heard the door open. Karen quickly turned around and let out an awkward squeak before she covered her eyes, "sorry, sorry..." Butters blushed darkly as Ruby whistled and Kenny threw his head back on the bed.
"Karen, wait-" The door quickly shut and Kenny sighed in embarrassment and worry. Butters rubbed his shoulder as he sat up and scrubbed a hand through his hair.
"You should go talk to her," Butters mumbled, "and we should get up."
"What happened to laying in bed all day?"
"We did for half the day, that's a good start. Besides, Kyle mentioned going swimming later today." Kenny gave a nod and quickly rolled out of bed. He took a look at his shorts, threw them in the hamper, and dug through the dresser he and Butters shared.
After they quickly dressed, the two went down the stairs, fingers locked tight.
"Karen, we weren't doing anything... honest." Kenny said; which was mostly true. After all they were only kissing when she walked in. She looked up the couch but didn't quite catch his eye.
"Nope, but there were clothes on the floor," Ruby replied, causing Karen to hit her head on the armrest. Kenny sighed and looked sadly at his sister.
"Look, I'm sorry. I thought the door was locked. Don't be mad."
"No, I'm not mad," Karen replied quietly, "just kinda... need some brain bleach or something." Kenny smiled and looked to Butters, whose eyes were on the floor as he distracted himself.
"What were you asking again?" Kenny asked as he sat down next to her. She sighed and shrugged.
"We just wanted to go to the mall."
"And food." Ruby added with a smirk as she looked at Karen's older brother. Kenny nodded, ruffled Karen's hair, then stood up from the couch. He gave a look to Butters before he walked into the kitchen, and Butters followed suit.
"Breakfast or lunch?" Kenny asked, "I can make a select few things." Butters rolled his eyes and sat on the counter. The taller boy looked to Butters, who watched Kenny with adoring eyes, and he stopped. "What?" he asked gently. Butters took his hand in his and smiled.
"I'm just happy... this, all of it, is just... everything I dreamed of. Being with you, and... and being happy." Kenny smiled and kissed him quickly before he opened a box of pasta noodles.
"Even the awkward walk in and the morning breath?" Kenny teased as he rubbed their noses together. Butters nodded and cupped his cheeks in his hands.
"Especially those. You realize that someday it's not gonna be Karen walking in like that but our own little clones, right?" Butters asked, Kenny grinned and looked into Butters' eyes with a glowing happiness.
"Except to them papa and daddy will be wrestling." Butters' eyes lit up at Kenny's response.
"So, you've thought about who will be called what?" He couldn't help but ask; that thought had him excited. Kenny shrugged, then nodded.
"I know we talked about it... I just figured they'd call me papa and you daddy, I dunno." Kenny blushed a little; Butters couldn't help but grin.
"Why am I daddy?"
"'Cause..." Kenny smirked a little, "I think daddy suits you, hmm daddy?" Butters giggled and pushed Kenny's head away as he leaned in to kiss him.
"Eww... don't call me daddy!" Butters cried softly. Kenny snickered and nuzzled his head in his neck. He could feel him laughing against him. "That's always something I've never understood, why would people say that? Like... why do people..." he trailed off in a dark blush, "why do people say stuff like "fuck me daddy"? I don't get it. That's gross."
"Daddy issues? Or just the kink factor. I dunno, but please, let's make a pact to never call each other "daddy"."
"Okay, papa." Kenny hit his head on the counter as Butters giggled.
"Three times? Seriously?" Kyle asked as he stared at Butters. The bright blonde nodded and rested his head on his arms as he laid on the reservoir beach with his eyes closed. Kyle was laying next to him, shivering from time to time. "Like all in one go or did you wait a bit? 'Cause I can't go more than twice without a break."
"I'm betting Stanley doesn't have Kenneth's libido," Butters remarked then quickly added, "I don't think anyone does." They both laughed as they watched the two boys in question, plus Cartman and Wendy, throw wet sand at each other.
"We need a fucking boat!" Cartman said, loud enough for them to hear. Stan gave him a look and chucked sand at him. Kyle rolled his eyes and turned to Butters, who watched Kenny creep behind Stan with a handful of sand. He pulled the waistband of his trunks and laughed as he tossed the sand in Stan's trunks.
"You asshole!" Wendy laughed as Kenny cackled and ran, yet stopped when he aimed two handfuls at her chest, landing perfectly. Cartman snickered in response yet back away as Stan chased Kenny.
"I mean it was nice," Butters added, "but after awhile it got... not uncomfortable, but it kinda hurt." Kyle nodded and gave a sympathetic smile as he turned on his side. His red curls were slightly poofier than usual, but stayed relatively calm as the mid-length locks were blown by the wind.
"That's how it usually goes. It's so difficult for Stan sometimes, I mean when he bottoms. Like, it takes for fucking ever. It can be really hot but it's like... half the time I wonder what the point is and he says it feels good, but I'd like to know I'm not fucking awful at it."
"I'm sure you're not, he probably just likes your ass so much," Butters replied, earning an eyeroll. "I'm just glad Kenny isn't opposed to rough play anymore, like Jesus, I'm not made of glass." Kyle looked at him with surprise and shook his head in awe. "...what?"
"Nothing, you... I mean, I remember when you were this shy little boy who let everyone do whatever they wanted to him. Now you're talking to me about rough sex and... you stand up for yourself now. You've really changed, in a good way." Butters smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Thanks... I think." Kyle chuckled and nodded.
"That was a compliment, I just mean you're more sure of yourself now and not such a pushover." Butters looked up at the sky and considered this. He didn't really know when that changed. But he knew the reason why; his reason was currently wrestling with Stan as he avoided sand in the pants.
Kyle followed his gaze and smiled affectionately, then sighed.
Kenny and Stan's laughs carried over the water as they fought against each other.
"We're in love with idiots," Butters mumbled, watching as Stan smashed sand over Kenny's mouth. Kenny spit it on Stan's face, then pinned his arms behind his back.
"They're both younger siblings, that fight will never end." Butters snorted and watched as Stan kicked Kenny's stomach.
"Or it'll end with bloodshed," Butters trailed off, "d'you really mean that? About me being sure of myself?" Kyle nodded and sat up. He looked slightly pink on his shoulders and cheeks.
"Yeah, for sure, dude. I mean you used to always let Cartman fuck around with you. But you've just really matured into a stronger person than I thought you'd be. And I'm really happy about that."
"If... if it weren't for Kenny I know I wouldn't be here," Butters mumbled. Kyle looked at him with concern in his eyes. "No, no I mean... we've been best friends since we were ten... if he didn't go with me to Hawaii I wouldn't have been able to go. I woulda been real angry all the time and no one would like me and... that'd make me real lonesome 'cause I wouldn't be able to figure out why I was that way so I probably woulda killed myself. But... I guess he's always been there. Even before then... but I remember that was the day we became best friends." Kyle nodded sadly and hugged him tight.
"Well, you would've worked through it. Stan did with his depression... you would've figured it out. But I'm just really glad Kenny was there for you. Because I don't want to imagine life without you. I mean, you're like my brother." Butters smiled and hugged him tighter. "There's something I have to tell you... there was a reason for this. Stan... there's something he's gonna tell you guys and... I just wanted to let you know because I don't want you to worry."
"Well, now I'm going to worry!" Butters whined, "is he okay?" Kyle nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, yeah... it's... nothing really serious. He's just really nervous about telling everyone." Butters groaned and pouted his lip to try to get Kyle to tell him. But he didn't, and turned to watch Kenny and Stan who were now making a sand castle. Butters looked to Cartman and Wendy, who were trying to dunk one another. He couldn't help but laugh as Wendy ended jumping on him and kicked the back of his leg, sending them both in the water.
Kyle and Butters walked over to Stan and Kenny, who were deep in concentration as they continued added levels to the castle in a perfectly planned way.
"-and then we'll have a moat full of alligators." Kenny said as he scooped out a perfect circle around the castle. Stan nodded as he began to draw little windows on the castle. "And there will be a dragon protector in the dungeon."
"You're making a dragon?" Stan asked, dropping the twig he was using. Kenny shook his head.
"You don't have to see him to know he's there protecting you, duh."
"Oh."
Butters and Kyle glanced at each other with growing grins; the conversation sounded like something they would have heard ten years ago. But instead they were two seventeen year old boys building a castle.
"What about flags?" Stan asked, then waved at Kyle as they sat down.
"Leaves... or seaweed."
"But that's really difficult to find here. We'd have to go on the east bank."
"You're right..." Kenny trailed off, then huffed as he stared at the castle. "We can't have a castle without flags." Stan nodded dismally and stuck his twig in the highest tower.
"Bail?"
"Bail."
Before Butters understood what they were going to do, they kicked down the castle and left it in toppled layers of wrecked sand. He gawked, then looked at Kenny, whose skin was red from the sun and covered in sand.
"That was completely pointless," Kyle deadpanned, earning two happy grins from his fiance and best friend. In response Stan threw sand at the redhead, who glared and threw some back.
"Not again!" Kenny cried as he scrambled to get away. Butters laughed as he pounced on Kenny, who landed with a thud on his back and made a scared face as he expected Butters to tickle him.
"You're all sandy." Kenny nodded and grimaced in discomfort.
"Trust me, Sergeant Shaft and the Soldiers are well aware." They all burst out laughing as Kenny spoke, and he shrugged. "It's so itchy..."
"Better than your ass crack, jackass." Stan grumbled, Kenny stuck his tongue out and cried out when Stan tossed sand at his face.
"Eric, don't!" Wendy cried as she clung to him. He held her, about ready to drop her in the water, and he looked at her in confusion.
"Why not?" He asked, confused.
"I can't get in the water!" She cried, "just don't drop me!" Stan stood up and Cartman looked at him warily.
"Go back to your Jew boyfriend, hippie." Stan rolled his eyes and glanced to the sand.
"She can't swim in lake water, dumbass. She'll break out in hives that last like two months." Cartman's eye twitched as he looked between Stan and Wendy.
"Wait, wait, wait, you're telling me I have the opportunity to make her suffer?" Stan facepalmed and Wendy growled before slapping him.
"If you do I'll fucking kill you, asshole." She spat, "now let me go... out of the water."
"You fuckin' deserve it, bitch! Who's allergic to water, seriously?!" Wendy groaned in annoyance and looked to Stan pleadingly.
"Not water, algae. C'mon dude, don't be a dick. You know Wendy can kick your ass better than anyone here." Stan pressed, "besides, I need to tell you guys something so I'd rather not be pissed off when I do." Cartman groaned and in annoyance as he sent a scowl to Stan before he set Wendy down on the sand. She slugged his shoulder roughly and marched up to stand in between Kyle and Kenny.
"Fucking asshole," she grumbled lowly. Kenny smirked and patted her shoulder gently; she smiled up at him, then sighed as Stan slapped the back of Cartman's head and ran up to Kyle.
"So, what do you have to tell us?" Butters asked eagerly. Kenny tilted his head at Stan, who sighed heavily and took Kyle's hand. Butters and Kenny saw Kyle squeeze his skin and looked expectantly up at his boyfriend, who was only a mere two inches taller than him, and smiled reassuringly.
Wendy gazed at him, truly worried, and Cartman glared angrily between them. There would be no way in hell Stan and Wendy would ever live without each other, and like all of them, they had their own bond. They had grown to love each other unconditionally, just not in the way the had originally planned. Stan would still take a bullet for her, any day; they all knew that. And they both knew they were much better off the way they were; deep down Wendy knew it was always going to be Kyle. She could never compete with him and she didn't want to try.
But Stan stared at the ground and took a deep breath.
"I... you know I've always kinda dealt with crazy shitty emotions and shit like that... but we always just thought it was me being fucking stupid. You're all my closest friends and I thought you all deserved to know that... it's not all just shitty emotions and me being fucking stupid." He was quiet for a moment and Butters felt his heart grow fearful with concern. He knew Stan was being treated early for signs of bipolar and depression. But this seemed more serious.
"It's okay," Kyle assured him, and Kenny nodded.
"Yeah dude, you're still Stan no matter what." He added with a gentle smile. Stan looked at both of them, then glanced at Wendy, who nodded with a small smile.
"I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder a couple weeks ago and..."
"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Cartman cried, waving his hands and backing up, "you're telling me I've spent my entire life next to a fucking psycho who thinks he's got a bajillion personalities?!" Kyle rolled his eyes and Wendy shook her head as she glared darkly at her not-boyfriend.
"Eric Theodore," She growled lowly, fist clenched, "that's not what it fucking is!"
"Stop," Kenny told them both as Stan started to shake. "Dude, dude... chill, it's okay."
"Chill? You think I should chill after being told I'm a fucking nutcase? He's fucking right, I'm psychotic! It's not a chemical imbalance, it's just me. Fucking me. I've been the fucked up one my entire life and I didn't fucking know. So don't tell me to chill, because not everything can be taken care of by sex and drugs." Kenny raised an eyebrow. Kyle gave him a warning look, but he chose to ignore it. Because Stan was his best friend and he'd treat him like such.
"So, that explains the Jack, right?" Kenny asked. Cartman whistled lowly and Kyle stared between them with wide eyes, "you're not mad at me, you're-"
"Don't tell me what I fucking am!" Stan cried, shoving Kenny roughly. He stumbled slightly but caught his footing, and braced himself. "Because why the hell should you know if I don't?! It's not you, it's just the fact I'm fucking crazy, right? Right?!"
"No, you're not crazy. Just..." Kenny trailed off, putting his hand over Stan's fist. The raven-haired boy shook and Kenny softened as he saw tears beginning to stream down his face, "just put your hand down, you don't want to hit me, you're not mad at me... you're mad 'cause the world's shitty and you've been given a shit hand you don't wanna deal with. I get it. But you're you and I'm me and I made it out okay so you can too."
"I'm not even fucking sad... Jesus Christ..." he trailed off, wiping his eyes, "but I am. But I'm not. God dammit. Why won't they fucking stop?"
In a moment, Stan found himself the center of a group hug; which included a reluctant Cartman forced by Wendy. He was crying and laughing, and Kyle was laughing through his own tears, and Butters just wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay. Wendy kissed his cheek before she let go and Kenny rubbed his back a couple of times.
Kyle still held on to him and whispered quietly as Stan's head rested on Kyle's shoulder. They remained like that for a couple of minutes, then Kyle turned to them.
"Questions?" He asked, Stan nodded and wiped his bloodshot eyes.
"So you don't have a bajillion personalities?" Cartman asked. Stan shook his head.
"No, just a bajillion emotions I can't control, like what you just saw." Cartman nodded slowly, then circled his finger around his ear. Kyle flipped him off and held Stan close by his side.
"Um... it's different than bipolar though, right? 'Cause that's a chemical imbalance but BPD is a personality disorder. I guess I'm considered High-Functioning, Discouraged, and Introverted. Which pretty much means... I can still live a normal life with hospitalization but it's sometimes really difficult to deal with. It explains why I have depression and mood swings and... other stuff. Like abandonment issues." Kenny looked at him curiously.
"Abandonment?" he couldn't help but ask. Stan sighed heavily and nodded.
"Even if it's in my head sometimes I freak out that everyone's gonna leave me pretty much. I know it drives Ky crazy and he's kept quiet about it all for so long... but my parents don't even get what they do doesn't even help me at all. Shelly's been talking to me more though. And I know you guys wouldn't just ditch me... but like I said, can't control how I feel." Kenny nodded and Kyle held him tightly.
"Is there..." Wendy trailed off, "is there anything we can do?" Stan smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Just be patient with me the next few months because I'm going through a shit ton of treatment because they say it can be treated in a year and potentially be... better." Kenny and Wendy nodded, and Cartman gave a nod as well. "I'm on a lot of medicines right now, mostly 'cause my parents don't wanna deal with me... so I'm on Prozac and Lithium, they didn't think I needed an anti-psychotic which was nice to hear." Cartman snorted and Stan sighed heavily as he leaned on Kyle. "I... I didn't mean to freak out, I'm sorry that I did, and I'm sorry, Kenny." The blonde shrugged and smiled simply at Stan, who took his look as a sign of forgiveness. Butters wrapped his arms around Stan again, and squeezed him tightly.
"I'm just happy to hear it's just that... I mean I was worried you were dying or something. But I'm proud of you, Stan, and I'm always here for you if you need me. We all are." He said happily and grunted slightly as Stan squished him a little too tightly.
"Jesus Christ, this is gayer than Mr. Slave at a pride fest." Wendy smacked Cartman upside the head roughly and he looked as if he saw stars for a moment.
"Shut the fuck up, NAMBLA boy," she grumbled to him.
"EY!" As Cartman flailed angrily, the other four boys burst out laughing and high-fived Wendy, who smiled smugly.
