A/N: Thanks for those who have read my previous fic! :D There was a comment that said that Kyle should be a top but unfortunately I like writing him as a bottom so it will continue but I do have plans writing Kyle as a top! Look forward to it :)

What a fucking shitty day. Kenny plopped down to his bed in Kyle and his shared apartment in LA. It's small and a 30 minute walk from the nearest public transport, crickety, old and worn through, but Kenny considers it a fucking mansion compared to his house in South Park. But he's worked hard not only for this but even for Karen's tuition fee as well. Worked his ass off in so many sketchy places, he even died of fatigue once.

To enjoy this humble, big place. That his boyfriend isn't even here to enjoy it with. Kenny pouted. Kyle had to go to this fancy schmancy meeting in New York out of all places. He has been gone for a day, and in Kenny' opinion, it's truly a day too long without seeing his boyfriend.

Kenny promised him that he won't burn down the place, and he was too close to breaking it this morning, even if it was a joke-promise. He forgot that normal people don't store their tuppewares in the oven when he made himself toast.

Kenny pulled out his phone, and opens the last text message he had sent Kyle, which was a selfie of his last shift before going knee deep, literally, into a hoarding situation. Kenny had scrubbed himself clean, spending as long as an hour to scrub off even the dirt under his nails. Spending as much time as he had with Kyle, he had adopted much of his cleaning habits, especially whenever it comes to touching each other.

In reply, Kyle had responded with a tired selfie of him eating dinner. His red curls, unstyled, falls messily around his ears, the camera angle low, and even blurry, probably with how he didn't want to draw attention to himself by taking a selfie in public. Even then, he has a small smile gracing his lips, Freckles still visible, decorating his cheeks beautifully around his green eyes.

Kenny sighed, tapping to see the full picture. So cute. He misses Kyle. Wants to pull him in and sniff him like the pervert he is. Speaking of, he turns to his side - Kyle's side of the bed - and pulled Kyle's pillow close. Smells like Kyle. Kenny groaned. Kyle. Kenny bites his lip and sighs. He succumbs to his pervert status and fingers the hem of his pants, and reached for his dick, staring at the picture.

Kenny amazes himself like this, growing hard just from this innocuous picture of Kyle. He swipes, to their chat history to see more pictures, at least to rid himself of the guilt of jerking himself to a picture of just Kyle eating He settles on a picture on one Kenny took of Kyle stretching in his pajamas on one morning. He looks hot in this one, with his tummy slightly showing, long legs stretched and sleepy eyes looking at Kenny's camera with a small cute smile.

Kenny's fully hard now, and he puts the phone down to his chest and sighs as his imagination slowly takes over. Kyle in his white pajamas, climbing over him, sitting on his chest and slowly dry humping him. He imagines Kyle over him, his shadow easily overpowering every one of Kenny's muscles, as his presence always does. Kenny has never communicated this to him yet, but Kyle sometimes look at Kenny with eyes that make him feel like scum. Trash. It turns Kenny on so much to get it from Kyle, so he images that onto his imaginary Kyle. Dry humping his stomach like he doesn't deserve it. Kenny's penis twitches in interest at the imagination, and Kenny gasps, letting his hands do the work. His thumb slits over the head, then traces down to a particular vein that trails down to the middle and quickly he pumps before slowing down like a beat, matches with the imaginary-Kyle on top of him. Imaginary-Kyle now even has a smirk on his face, half-lidded eyes as his dick too, becomes hard. But he doesn't let Kenny touch and give him that satisfaction. Imaginary-Kyle chuckles breathlessly and leans over Kenny, and it's almost like he could feel his breath on his neck, his hips start to thrust messier and Kenny feels like he's close and -

Bzzt.

Kenny's eyes snap open. Imaginary-Kyle dissolves into the air along with his orgasm and Kenny feels a frustration bubbling in his stomach. His other hand props up the phone.

Just got off my after-dinner meeting :( They said it would only take 20 min! I'm back at my hotel room now.

You gotten home yet? Eaten dinner?

I can see you're online!

Relief replaces frustration real quickly, and Kenny licks his lips. It seems childish to blame Kyle for this, and maybe he'd be put off but the blood used for his brain is probably in his dick right now so he doesn't give it too much thought before he presses the call button, and pushes it up to his ear.

"Kenny," Kyle's voice rings in his ear. He sounds excited to hear Kenny, and Kenny is too, but for the wrong reasons. Even then, there's a tinge of exhaustion in Kyle's voice.

"Kyle," Kenny tries his best, he does, to not sound like he has dick in his hand, breathless and choked up, but he thinks he's not doing a good job, especially when Kyle takes a second to reply.

"Kenny? You okay?"

"Kyle- um," Kenny chuckles breathlessly. His voice is doing wonders to his dick right now. He starts to slowly pump again. "Sorry,"

"Kenny," Kyle says, with more conviction. He sure knows now. "You're such a fucking pervert,"

God, I have to talk to you about degrading me like that, Kenny thinks. "Uhuh," is what comes out of his mouth instead, too tired to even banter. "Miss you," Kenny follows up though. Not too tired to let Kyle know.

Kyle sighs and it fades into a chuckle. Kenny could imagine it now, him shaking his head in disapproval, a faint smile on his lips. "Are you close?" his voice drops an octave and Kenny groans in reply.

"I was close - before," Kenny breathes, and his hand goes faster. "Before you texted me - was thinkin' of you, baby,"

Kyle hummed. "Yeah, but now you can hear me instead," he says, "And I think I ought to hear it, yeah? What were you thinking of?"

"I was thinkin' of, you, in those pajamas, that one that's a bit cropped- makes you look so sexy," Kenny begins, and imaginary-Kyle appears again, this time with a voice.

"Uhuh? You'd love to fuck me in that, wouldn't you?"

Kenny groaned. He's getting close. Imaginary-Kyle has his top still on, but bottoms are off, and Kyle's cute dick is now facing him. "Y-yeah, baby, I'm so so close,"

"Okay," Kyle breathed sharply. Kenny thinks he's starting to jerk off too. "I wish - I wish I was there, I'd love to watch, to see you unravel just thinking of me,"

At that, Kenny groaned, feeling himself spill all over his hand. He catches it with practiced ease, not letting a drop down to soak into their bed. "Oh, Kyle," he moaned.

"Kenny," Kyle mumbled.

"Kyle, sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't be a prick - help me get off too you dick," Kyle snaps, cutting Kenny off. Kenny could only laugh in reply. He was expecting Kyle to tell him off, after only calling him just to jerk off. Maybe his pervertness is rubbing off of him.