Don't Hold Your Breath
A/N: Holy crap it's been a while and I'm really sorry for that. I hit the worst writers block in my life. It's weird, when I used to have troubles and problems, writing came naturally. But since I'm always happy and smiling now, (well, most the time ;) ), I can't seem to do anything.
Anyway, the first paragraph was written way back when, and the two after were written recently. It was going to happen in this chapter anyway, but I guess a few of you perverts will be a little happier… Anyway, sorry again and I hopefully will be writing much more of this fic.
I don't own South Park sadly – Or any of the lyrics that I'll be using in future chapters.
This story is a Kenny/Kyle slash. Just to warn any slash haters
Chapter Six – Dream Come True?
Mr McPherson was a pretty weird guy, but nice nonetheless. He was really childish even though he was about forty-five years old. When I say childish, I don't mean in the way that people act when they are just messing about. It's like he wanted to be nine years old again. It creeped me out sometimes, like the day he came to work in a Peter Pan costume. But saying that, he was the best boss ever. He would always make sure that I was ok and cheered me up if I ever felt down. His crazy ways had me in tears of laughter pretty much every working day.
Yes that's right, Kenny McCormick was a working boy. Although it was only four hours every Monday morning, it was still work. It was actually a really weird story how I became Mr McPherson's library assistant. One day, me and Demien were skating at the South Park swimming baths, which is just over the road from the library. I was sat on my board taking a breather, when something on the other side of the street caught my attention. A man with wavy orange hair was running across the road. With one hand in the air, he called out 'I say you. Kid.' I actually remembered him from when I was a kid. He used to own the 'Booktastic Bus' but I hadn't seen him since I was about eight years old. Anyway, he made it over to me and offered me a job out of the blue. One hundred dollars a week just to work Monday mornings. There was no way that I was going to turn it down. I asked him a few weeks later why he had hired me and he simply replied that someone was looking after me. What a nutjob.
The cold water hit my hands which made me shiver slightly. The toilets in the library were always so cold. I hummed softly to myself while using the soap dispenser on the wall. After rinsing the lather from my hands, I stepped over to the hand dryer and it came to life with a loud hum. Little did I know that camouflaged footsteps were making their way towards me as I dried my hands. My world was suddenly plunged into darkness as a pair of hands was placed over my eyes from behind. I took a step back. "Mr McPherson?" I was in the employee's bathroom so chances were it was him.
"So zis is where my Kenny makes his money?" My eyes widened to the size of saucers as the boy's voice entered my ears. "And I thought he'd be on a street corner."
As soon as he moved his hands away from my eyes, I spun around and my jaw hit the floor. "Christophe!" His dark brown eyes stared into my own as a smirk crossed his lips. He wore the hicky that I made days before proudly on his neck. Suddenly, he pounced forwards and wrapped my body in a hug as his lips pressed onto mine. He pushed me roughly onto the wall; his hand on the back of my head so not to cause harm. I embraced the passion for half a minute before pushing the boy backwards thus ending the kiss. "Christophe… Wh-what the hell?"
He stepped forwards so that he was eye to eye with me. Most people would feel a little uneasy seeing Christophe in this position. He was a little taller then me and had a bigger, muscular body. Nevertheless, I knew Christophe would never hurt me. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek as he smiled a cocky smile. "Yes?"
"What are you doing here?" I was really shocked. This was the first time I had ever seen him on a weekday.
"Hopefully you in a few minutes." He replied before tilting his head slightly and placing a small kiss on my lips. He then moved down to my neck.
"You know what I mean." I whispered as a tingle flowed through my body. Christophe was really good with his mouth, and I do mean that as a double entendre.
"I just needed to…" He looked up into my eyes and smiled a sly smile. Grabbing my hand, he led me into the toilet cubical and sat me down on his lap.
"Christophe…" I purred as his hands roamed my upper body from inside my t-shirt. My skin tingled with every touch and I could feel my heart speed out of control. Kissing my neck from behind, my jeans were skilfully unbuttoned and unzipped.
"Say it…" He ordered in a whisper. I seemed to lose the power of speech as my body wriggled with anticipation. His hands dropped and he stroked my now tight boxer-shorts. "Say it, or you get nothing." I could almost see the sly smile through my eyelids.
I licked my lips before whispering the words I knew he wanted to hear. "Make me…" The last word was muttered.
"Sorry? I didn't quite hear zat." He said before nibbling my right ear.
I don't think that I had ever been more excited. My lover made me beg for my pleasure and I had zero resistance. "Cum!" I shouted. "I want you to make me cum!" And I used to be such an innocent boy.
"Good little bitch." Christophe whispered softly while pulling both my jeans and boxer-shorts down. I could feel that he was just as turned-on as myself. With a soft, but firm grip, the boy began his performance exactly to my liking. He knew everything about my dirty side and within half a minute, I was at my peek.
"Kenneth. Are you in here?"
My eyes snapped open and my moans of ecstasy stopped dead along with Christophe. My bottom lip almost bled as I bit down. "Y-yeah." I answered shakily. Mr McPherson couldn't of picked a worst time.
I listened as the orange haired man walked to my cubical and stopped outside. I quickly realized that the door wasn't locked, but my hand shot out just in time before Mr McPherson pushed it open. "Are you ok in there?"
Christophe placed his feet on the cubical door, just in case the man outside looked under and saw two pairs of feet. "Yeah, why?"
"A young man came looking for you just minutes ago. I was sure that I saw him enter here."
"Nope." I lied. "I haven't heard anyone come in here."
"Not yet…" The boy behind whispered into my ear. He began his wrist movement once again; slower then before, but I immediately began to buzz. The excitement of almost getting caught was adding to the fun.
"Ok Kenneth. I was merely checking up on you. I will see you back among the books soon."
"Ok, boss." I had never referred to Mr McPherson as 'boss' before, but my mind was a blank. I heard him turn and head for the door, but I couldn't take it anymore. Christophe felt my body jerk before releasing everything into his cupped hand. His free hand was placed over my mouth just in case.
With Mr McPherson gone and my pleasure satisfied, Christophe pushed me onto my feet. I held my jeans up as his wipe his hand, and discarded the toilet paper down to toilet with a flush. He turned to me with a smile before placing a soft kiss on my lips – zipping and buttoning my jeans as he did so. That was so sexy!
The kiss ended and I just had to know. "What is all this about?"
"I think we both know who ze bitch is here Kenny?" He replied, answering me with the same sentence I left him with on Saturday night. He smiled and kissed me once more before unlocking the cubical door and walking out. "This is just a taste of what you'll get on Saturday Kenny." He said while heading to the door with his back to me. "But if you have something planned, then I will bow to you're every command. Just like the little bitch I am." And with that, he left.
My jaw was still on the floor five minutes later. I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. Not only was it the most exciting thing EVER, but Christophe pretty much said that I had control over him. Already I was planning my Saturday night.
The more I thought about the morning deed, the more I regretted it. It may sound stupid, but I felt like I had cheated on him. I felt like I had more with him, like we were dating or something. Like I had been with him forever. But all that was just a yearning. Me and Kyle were just friends, nothing more.
The afternoon soccer game was great. It got me to stop thinking about my complicated teenage life for two hours before the session ended. My team lost three – one, but I had scored my team's only goal, so I was happy.
"You fucking bastard!" I had just put my gym clothes in my locker before heading down the corridor. I turned as I heard the voice only to receive a solid slap across my left cheek.
"Ow hey!" I shouted instinctively while taking a step back from my attacker. With a hand over my burning cheek, I spat angrily. "Bebe? What the fuck?"
"You!" She replied, her eyes turning to slits. "I hope you're fucking happy faggot! I'm just glad that your kind will burn in hell after they all die of aides!"
I hadn't seen her throw such a tantrum for quite a long time. "What are you going on about?" I asked in total confusion.
"You!" She replied for a second time. "I'm not sure how you turned him, but you did it just to get back at me."
"You're making no sense. Turned who?"
"Don't play dumb! I know this was all your fault…"
Suddenly, a hand on her shoulder forcefully turned the blonde. A single punch to her pretty face was all it took to knock her off her feet. "Don't you ever touch him again you crazy bitch." It was Nadia. She had seen Bebe slap me from down the corridor.
Bebe knew that she hadn't a chance to win in a fight with Nadia. Nadia was a gymnast and stronger then almost every girl (and guy!) in our college. Picking herself up from the floor, Bebe held her injured eye. "I swear to God that I'll get you back for everything you've ever done to me." She said viciously towards me before turning and running in the opposite direction.
Nadia turned to me and stroked my red cheek. "Are you ok? What was that all about?"
"I really have no idea." I replied in confusion while shaking my head. Although I had a slight inkling, I didn't want to get my hopes up too high. Crossing my fingers tightly, I hoped that my dream had come true.