(A/n: I'm glad you liked the previous chapter Malstygian.

Summary: Kenny develops a strange habit.

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Chapter 32: Kabedon

Three times. Kenny cornered Stan against the lockers twice and once in his very own home.

The first time was when they were at school. Stan was at his locker, getting ready to head to his next class. After exchanging out his needed materials, he was about to close his locker when a hand beat him to it, slamming it shut with such force that it startled nearly everyone in the hall and elicited a not-so manly shriek out of Stan. The person behind him stifled a laugh, and chatter began to refill the hallway.

Blushing profusely in embarrassment, Stan spun around to give the asshole a piece of his mind, he glared into a pair of hazel eyes that were nearly in his face. He blinked away the scowl at the close proximity.

"Heya cutie, didn't mean ta scare ya."

Stan scrunched up his face in disgust then turned away, but before he could even take one step, another arm slammed hard against the metal door. Trapping him. He sighed. "Kenny, what the hell are you doing? I'm gonna be late to class."

Kenny's arms didn't budge. "Aah got somethin' ta tell ya."

Stan faced him with a raised eyebrow. "And you can't tell me when we get to class why?"

"Cuz aah won't be able ta tell ya around a buncha people."

"Is it important?"

"...Kinda?"

His uncertain reply caused Stan to lower his brow, a blank expression developing on his face. "I'll kick you in the dick if you don't move."

"Aww you wouldn't do that." Yeah that's something Kyle would do if you pissed him off enough.

Rolling his eyes, Stan bent down and stepped underneath Kenny's arm. He walked away without looking back. Kenny watched him leave with a chuckle, then he drew his arms back and shook his stinging hands with a quiet hiss.

The second time was when Stan and Kyle were engrossed in a conversation. They'd just arrived at school, and the two were discussing plans to do later on since it was a Friday. Once they got to their lockers, a hand immediately slammed against cool metal right in between them before either could put his combination in. Both males screamed, Kenny once again held back his laughter.

"What were ya'll talkin' about wit'out me?"

Stan and Kyle glared at the smirking blonde. "You didn't have to jumpscare us like that, nearly gave me a freakin' heart attack," Kyle huffed, annoyed.

"Oh really?" Kenny looked to Stan seductively. "What about you, sexy? Did aah nearly make yer heart stop?" He got his answer when Stan's blush deepened.

Cartman approached his locker, which was two doors away from Stan's and Kyle's. "Get a room fags," he mocked while twisting the knob.

Kyle shook his head and began to put in his combination to his own locker, not bothering to waste his breath on his frenemy so early in the day. Ignoring Cartman also, Stan turned around to do the same, all the while Kenny kept his arm in place.

"Well," Kyle spoke as he closed his locker, his required items for his first period class tucked under an arm. Cartman was already gone. Kyle faced Stan's way to see Kenny still stood behind the noirette, his eyes marveling the teen's butt. "I'll maybe hang out with you after school."

"Why maybe?" Stan wondered confusedly, still in the process of getting his things sorted out, no thanks to the limited space he had.

Kyle regarded Kenny again, this time his other hand was - not-so very subtly - going for Stan's butt. "I just remembered that I might have to tutor someone this afternoon."

After taking out a plum colored notebook and a textbook out of his bookbag, Stan put his bag into his locker. "Wow, that's lame-Ouch!" Flinching at the acute pain on the right side of his rear, he whirled his body around. Kenny flashed him a wink and a smile, Stan blushed again but maintained his glare.

Kyle gave a short laugh. "I'll text you later and let you know what's up." Getting an "Ok" from his black haired friend, he ambled off to class.

Stan turned back around to shut his locker, the sound of it closing synchronized with a rather loud smack on his buttocks. He yelped again, swiveling around with a palm gently massaging his agitated butt cheek. "Dude!"

"Aah couldn't resist," Kenny admitted, grinning at Stan's further abashed expression. "An' people say Kyle gotta plump ass, aah mean they ain't wrong."

"Oh my God," Stan groaned, then he trudged away. Kenny burst out laughing as he headed towards his locker.

And the third time was when Stan witnessed the perverted blonde do it. Him, along with Kyle and Cartman were getting ready to head home from school that Monday, well Stan was at least. Kyle and Cartman were rapt in an argument, Stan only knew that Cartman was to blame for starting it then he tuned out from there. Those two were like the embodiment of an old married couple.

Just as Stan closed his locker, still hearing his friends' infamous squabbling practically overlapping the other voices in the hallway, he felt his pants pocket vibrate. Slinging his bookbag over one shoulder then leaning back against the lockers, he pulled his smartphone out to see that Kenny messaged him, wanting to know if he could go over to his house today. Stan first texted back why he asked that through text, a few seconds later Kenny replied that he ditched school. Stan rolled his eyes with a small smile, and gave him confirmation to come over to his place in twenty minutes.

Pocketing his phone, Stan looked over at Kyle and Cartman, not surprised at all to see them still dissenting with each other. Knowing that there was no point stopping them, Stan made his way outside, and boarded the first bus. Minutes later, a fuming Kyle and a smug looking Cartman got on.

As soon as Stan got home, he told his mother that Kenny was coming over to hang out. She had no problems with it, but told them not to make too much noise. Stan groaned with a faint blush as he went up to his room, he decided to get his homework out of the way before Kenny arrived.

Ten minutes elapsed when the doorbell ranged, Stan was just about finished with his assignment. Figuring he could do the last bit tomorrow morning before he left the house, Stan got up to let the blonde into his room, hearing his footsteps approaching. The moment he opened the partly closed door wider, Kenny rushed into the room and closed the door himself, not with a lot of force like the other times at the lockers. He kept his arm outstretched.

"Seriously?" Stan turned to face him with an unamused look on his face.

Kenny smirked provocatively. "It ain't a pro'lem, is it?"

"Depends. You still haven't told me what it was you wanted to tell me the first time you did this." Stan tried to keep his eyes locked with Kenny's, but the teen's lips looked very inviting right now. Did he put on lip balm before coming here?

Kenny cupped his chin with his other hand, "This, was what aah wanted ta say." He leaned in for a passionate kiss.

(A/n: I don't know what this was, was this even fluff? Lol I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be up soon)