Authors Note: This chapter's got Stan and Kyle lovin' in it. Love-Smut. ;)

Chapter 3-Basketball

Later that same day Stan and Kyle were eating lunch with each other, as they did every school day. They were currently seated so close together that their hips were touching, but the fact that they were sharing a single lunch explained this behavior. Or so they thought. Stan popped a grape into Kyle's mouth. His lips made contact with Stan's finger, sucking against the skin as he took the morsel in. He grinned as he chewed, his eyes never leaving Stan's. "Red grapes are better," he said, though he seemed to be enjoying the green ones just fine. He reached out to pluck another from the tray, his arm brushing Stan's, and brought it up to the other boy's lips.

"I'll keep that in mind," Stan half-sarcastically replied before returning the light suckle on Kyle's feeding fingers. His breath hitched at the contact, and he shuddered once Stan retracted. He leaned into Stan's side, bringing his lips to his ear. He supported himself by grasping onto Stan's thigh.

"You taste better than both," he whispered.

Stan's body shuddered as well. His jeans grew more restrictive when he heard Kyle's words, reminding him of their last sexual encounter. "Shut up," he weakly replied, not caring to get horny when they could do nothing about it at the moment. His foot brushed against Kyle's under the cafeteria table, letting Kyle know that he didn't really mind the teasing that much.

Kyle's lips curled back into a self-pleased smile. His fingers sunk into Stan's thigh, squeezing gently before boldly going higher and skimming across the soft bulge. Fuck it. No one could see what was happening under the table.

Stan dropped the string of grapes back onto his plate in surprise. He turned his head to look at his secret lover, his face a mixture of amusement, annoyance, and arousal. "You're an asshole Kyle," he deadpanned.

Kyle's hand contracted, squeezing the other boy in his palm, his smirk only widening. "And you love it."

"Yep," Stan replied. Unable to kiss Kyle and show his affection, he simply made a brief kissy face in his lover's general direction, his mouth making the appropriate smooching sound that went with it. He then returned to his lunch, brushing Kyle's hand away. Stan gave his hand a quick squeeze of his own before releasing him.

Kyle snickered and turned back to the table, popping another grape into his own mouth this time. "Hey, why's Butters sitting all the way over there?" he asked, suddenly recognizing the blonde across the room, sitting at a table by himself and apparently too busy strumming the straw of his chocolate milk to eat anything. The carton plunged forward and spilled its contest across Butters lap. Butters forehead smacked against his folded arms.

"Uh-oh" Stan said, referring to both the spilled milk and the absence of others around Butters. "He's been upset today. I guess he didn't want people bothering him."

"Butters? Upset?" Kyle repeated, then snorted. "When is Butters ever upset? He's like a cheerleader high on pixie stix."

Stan nodded. "Yeah, but that was before he fell in love with Kenny."

Kyle laughed heartily. "In love with Kenny? Where the fuck do you..." he trailed off when he realized Stan wasn't laughing with him. In fact, he wasn't smiling either. Kyle's face went blank. "You're serious."

"Yeah. I don't know all the details, but Butters is pretty bummed out about it."

A strangled, half-shocked noise sounded in Kyle's throat. He looked back at Butters again, at the drip of chocolate milk hitting his lap that he didn't even bother to mop up with his napkin. "What the fuck did Kenny do to him? Love makes you feel stupid and gushy, not... like that."

Stan frowned. "I guess he didn't love him back or something. Butters thinks Kenny hates him, which I'm sure isn't it. But...Well, you know Kenny..."

"Yeah," Kyle agreed, suddenly losing his appetite. It was sad to see someone so happy look so glum. "I think Cartman said it best when he called him a random slut." He looked back at Stan, unable to help the happiness that crept back into his eyes. Stan just did that to him. "Were you talking to Butters this morning? Is that why you were late to class?"

"Yeah. He knows about us by the way. That's why he came to me."

Kyle's eyes widened as his face went white. "WHAT?!"

"I know! I couldn't believe it either!" Stan exclaimed. "It's cool though. He won't tell."

"Right. Sure. He won't tell a soul." Kyle agreed, heavy on the sarcasm as he speared a chicken nugget angrily. "Unless Cartman gets a hold of him. That sneaky bastard is always tricking Butters."

Stan frowned. "Well, he says we're pretty obvious anyway."

"How are we obvious?" Kyle wailed, spearing the defenseless food again and again, pretending it was Cartman's face. Cartman always pissed him off, even if he wasn't directly related to the topic. "We haven't made-out in public once, except that one time, but we were behind a tree. And that other time we were behind the garbage can, and I was wearing a wig when we did it in drama; no one knew it was me and even if they did, they would think we were just rehearsing!"

Stan shrugged. "Butters heard us in the bathroom. Besides that I dunno what he's talking about either." He leaned over, taking the fork of food meant for Kyle's opened mouth into his own, their shoulders touching and their mouths just inches apart as Stan stole the food, then retracted his mouth, giving Kyle back the plastic utensil for his own usage.

Kyle sighed. "Well, if it's so obvious then I guess no one really has a problem with it. At least not here at school." He grabbed his milk, taking a long drag on the straw. "And where the hell is Kenny anyway? He's been scarce all day."

Stan finished the last of the grapes, then glanced over to Kyle. "...You know what we have to do don't you?"

"Kill Cartman before he has a chance to make a mockery of our relationship?"

"Um, no dude. We have to help Butters and Kenny, because we're good friends like that. And while we're doing that, it'll keep Butters away from Cartman."

Kyle frowned. "I don't think there's any hope for Butters in this situation. He fell in love with the wrong person. I saw Kenny zipping up his pants as he ran from the girls locker room this morning. And then Bebe came out not long after."

"Ah, shit," Stan said, frowning harder. "Well, we can at least try to cheer him up or something. Let him know that Kenny doesn't hate him; He's just...A whore..."

"Whore's have a lot more class than Kenny, at least it's a profession." Kyle's nose scrunched in realization. "Shit. Is Kenny screwing Butters, too? Is that what this is all about?"

"Basically. Kyle, we have to do something okay? Look at the little guy! He's miserable!"

"And pathetic," Kyle agreed, watching as Butters lifted his head and let it fall into the bend of his elbow repeatedly. Kyle turned back to Stan, leaning a bit closer. "So, got any ideas?"

Stan sighed. "I don't know. I guess I'll go talk to him. You wanna go find Kenny for me? I still don't know his side about any of this crap."

"His balls have an automatic refill feature and Butters is an easy target. What else do we need to know?" Kyle said helpfully, then grinned at Stan's pointed look. "I'll find him."

"Thanks," Stan said. He grabbed some napkins and quietly gave Kyle's hand a goodbye squeeze as he left their table, approaching Butters.

Sweet Jesus, the blonde didn't know what he was gonna do. He had an awful headache tryin' to figure out what he needed to do to make Kenny like him. It was hard when Kenny pretended to be his friend outside of their sexcapades. He was probably being friendly so he could keep getting more sex. Butters was certain that was it. But darn if he didn't know what to do about it.

Stan finally made it to Butters' table. "Hey man. Uh, you've got some chocolate milk on your crotch. Here." He extended the handful of napkins to Butters.

Butters peeked up at Stan, took the offering, and sat up with a sigh. "Thanks, Stan," he said, dabbing at the brown stain on his pants. He was sure to get grounded for this.

"Can I sit down?" Stan asked. He didn't want to bother Butters if he'd prefer to be alone right now, though since he'd already made his way over, he hoped Butters was up to talk.

"If you don't mind squishy brown pants," he mumbled, eyeing the beverage splattered bench.

Stan grabbed some additional napkins, wiping down the seat for his friend before sitting down himself. "So listen Butters...Uh...About this whole...Kenny thing..."

Butters face twisted in agony at the mention of the name. His stomach lurched and it felt like he needed to throw-up, but he swallowed back the sour sensation and looked down at his fingers. "What about it?" he asked, not unkind; just wary.

Stan searched his brain for the right words. He folded his arms over the tabletop, sighing. "...Um...Well, are you sure you love him? I mean, Kenny's kinda...Well, you know..."

"A player? A slut? A whore? A five-dollar hooker?" Butters guessed idly, leaning his cheek against his palm. "Yeah. It sure does complicate things." He sighed, then realized Stan was staring at him, his eyebrow quirked. Butters immediately went crimson. He'd just called Kenny some of the worst names possible. "Well, but I'm sure I love him!" he exclaimed, defending himself. "Sure, it hurts an awful lot knowin' I've got to share him; but when it's just us, why I've never felt so whole. And he won't even look at me during any of it! If he ever let me kiss him, well I'm sure I'd explode. He makes me feel safe."

Stan blinked. "Um, right. Look, I don't know how to tell you this, but..." Stan bit his lip. He felt so bad for Butters. "...But I don't think Kenny loves anybody. I don't think he can love. He's just...Not that type..."

Butters considered this a moment, his heart slowly sinking. "Can't love?" he repeated softly. "Not e-ever?" He looked back down at the table, crestfallen.

"Romantically speaking? I doubt it. I'm sorry dude. He just...Likes sex too much to settle down. Do you understand?"

Butters frowned thoughtfully, then let it slowly drop into a real, saddened frown. "O-oh. Oh, I see."

Stan frowned as well, unsure of what he could possibly say to Butters at this point that could qualify as comforting. Stan was lucky. He was currently experiencing what he considered to be true love with Kyle. Honestly, it felt great. Kenny didn't know what he was missing. But Stan couldn't give Butters false hope. Butters had to think with his head, because Kenny was going to think with his dick. "I know it stings. But it's better you hear this now."

Butters nodded sadly, biting his lip. Tears burned beneath his eyelids. "Thanks, Stan. You're a real... a real..." Like it or not, he felt the sudden rush of tears swell in his eyes. He dropped his forehead against his arm again, and his shoulders began to shake with quiet sobs.

Stan reached a sympathetic hand over, patting Butters' back. "There, there," he said, somewhat monotonously.

"It's not fair!" He wailed. "It's just not fair! Why do I always gotta like the sluts?"

"Because they put out for you?" Stan speculated. "I don't know, dude."

Butters flung himself at Stan, crying harder into his shoulder. Stan wouldn't care about a thing like that—he didn't have no stinky rules list.

"...Er..." Stan said. He didn't mind the hug, but he hadn't really expected it either. He looked around the cafeteria, hoping not many people could see him. This wouldn't help the speculation about Stan's homosexuality one bit, but how could he refuse Butters at a time like this? "C-Come on, Butters. Get a hold of yourself."

"But I love him, Stan, honest!" Luckily his hysterical voice was muffled in the soft fluff of Stan's hoodie. He knew he was probably embarrassing Stan, but if he lifted his head now, his sobs would tear across the room. He tried to think of happy things: A meadow with flowers. Pink bunnies skipping by...A rainbow...

"I know," Stan said sadly. Unlike most kids their age who claimed to be in love, Stan was sure Butters actually meant it. "But, hey, maybe you'll find somebody else."

Butters shook his head, soaking Stan's shoulder. "No. No, I don't want no one else. It's him or nothing. I'll never feel this way again about anybody."

"Shit," Stan muttered. He was apparently very bad at comforting people. At least in this case. He simply let Butters cling to him for support like a good friend would, lost for any words that could even begin to give the blonde some hope for tomorrow.

Kyle went to go find Kenny as per Stan's instructions. He and the other guys had always seemed to follow Stan's orders, but Kyle did so even more obediently once he and Stan became lovers. Being whipped would do that to a guy, whether he was whipped for pussy or dick.

Luckily for Kyle, he didn't have to walk very far to run into the blonde, because the blonde ran into him instead. The duo collided when Kyle and Kenny turned the same hallway corner at the same time moving in opposite directions. Had Kenny not been running so fast, maybe they wouldn't have slammed into one another and stumbled backward. but he was and they did.

"Jesus Christ, dude, where's the fire?" Kyle spat, rubbing his banged shoulder.

"Ow! Shit" Kenny muttered, rubbing his chest where he too had been struck. "Sorry. I gotta get to lunch before they stop serving."

"That's why they give us so damn long to eat. Where've you been this whole time?"

Kenny smirked. "It's one of my sexploits, so you probably don't wanna know." Kenny knew Kyle and Stan didn't care to hear about his numerous emotionless conquests, so he tried to avoid the subject around them. In return, they tried not to pry into Kenny's personal life by telling him to settle down and stop being a cockwhore.

Kyle rolled his eyes, scoffing in disgust. "Let me guess: Bebe, right? Didn't you have enough in the locker room today? Do your balls ever empty?"

Kenny began walking toward the cafeteria, waving for Kyle to follow him. "For your information, I was helping Clyde empty his balls. You heard me and Bebe huh? Heh. Yeah, she's loud."

"Clyde?" Kyle fell into step besides him. "Jesus, Kenny, how many toys are in your toybox?"

"Literally or figuratively?" Kenny jokingly asked. "Either way, it's a lot."

"Yeah? Well you might want to be a little more careful which ones you're winding up, or eventually you're going to end up with zero," Kyle warned, quirking an eyebrow.

Kenny shrugged. "Why do you say that?"

Kyle frowned as he followed Kenny up to the lunch line and watched him begin to fill his tray. "Oh, come on, dude. You can't seriously tell me you haven't noticed. What the hell did you do to him?"

"Clyde? I sucked his cock in the bathroom."

Kyle furrowed his eyebrows and smacked the pudding cup out of Kenny's hand. "Butters, you dickhole. A chocolate waterfall was just flowing over his lap and he didn't even bother to do anything about it! Whatever you did to fuck him over really fucked him over! You've managed to turn the most optimistic person in this whole damn town into a bigger mope than the Goths! And you haven't even noticed?" Kyle grabbed Kenny's shoulder and spun him to face Butters table. "There! You see? He-" Kyle blinked, startled to find Butters clamped to the front of his boyfriends shirt. "The fuck is he doing rubbing himself on Stan?"

Kenny blinked, observing the same scene Kyle had forced him to look at. His eyebrows quirked, numerous thoughts filling Kenny's head. He turned back to look at Kyle and address what he'd said, taking it one thought at a time.

"Yeah, I noticed that. He's been acting weird since last night," Kenny said. "Next time don't ruin my dessert 'till I know who you're talking about please."

Kyle scoffed again. "Jesus, Kenny, you're such a selfish bastard. You don't even care? Why don't you do him a favor and just cut him loose? You shouldn't play with someone like Butters. His emotions are real."

"Of course I care!" Kenny's eyebrows furrowed in increasing anger. He didn't much appreciate Kyle's continued accusations. The son of a bitch was already pushing his luck. "It's because I like the kid that I don't play with his emotions. I tell him exactly what we are and what we're not, and I never let him get his hopes up about anything more than that. Do you know he didn't even hug me today? He always hugs me! He's been pissed at me all weekend and it sucks ass. He's one of the few guys I can stand outside of bed, and he won't even look at me now. You think I don't care? Fuck you."

Kyle snorted, shifting his weight to the other foot. "I'd say you've gotten pretty bad if you can fuck someone and make them think you hate them all at the same time. That must have taken a lot of practice. Now, someone like Bebe, it wouldn't really matter. She's screwing everyone and their grandpa. But Butters? That's low, Kenny, even for you."

"I don't hate him," Kenny said softly. "And apparently, neither does your boyfriend."

Kyle's eyes snapped back to the other boys, still entangled together. Stan was now rubbing soothing circles into Butters back. Kyle glared, the action narrowing his deep green eyes. He could feel his jealousy begin to boil in his veins. He let out a frustrated grunt and shot Kenny another look. "I guess if you knew how to keep your toys better satisfied, they wouldn't wander off to other kids."

Kenny laughed sarcastically. "HA! If I were a bad lay, I wouldn't have so many toys to start with. You only fuck one guy, which means you should know him in and out—so to speak—and you can't even keep one guy happy from the looks of it. Butters told me he was doing somebody else. Didn't think it'd be Stan though. So why don't you let me worry about Butters and you go get your man back before Butters nails him? And take it from me, that kid's hard to stop boning."

Kyle took a few long, deep breaths. Although Kenny knew how to hit him exactly where it hurt, he didn't let himself crumble. "You forgot something really important there, and I can't say I'm surprised. You forgot to factor in love. I know Stan inside and out, you're right. And I know that unlike you, he'd never hurt me that way. When you love someone, it's not hard to stay satisfied. Everyone else loses their appeal. You may have lost Butters—-fuck you'll eventually lose everyone—-but when you do, I'll still have Stan, and he'll still be satisfied. That's not something you'll ever be able to say."

Kenny looked back at Stan and Butters, pondering Kyle's words. He honestly had no retort, because he had no love experience of his own to compare against Kyle's. He still felt Kyle's prophecy about losing all of his playthings was wrong, but Kenny had apparently lost Butters, and not just as a casual lover. Kenny then looked back at Kyle, studying his face. He must really trust Stan. Here he was hugging another guy, another guy who admitted he was fucking some other mystery man, and Kyle was either void of or easily letting go of any anger or mistrust or jealousy. That might've been his stubbornness at work, refusing to give Kenny the satisfaction of watching him freak out, but nonetheless, Kenny had to find the behavior rather impressive. He'd helped enough people cheat to know that commitment didn't mean shit to a lot of folks. The ones who could pull it off were truly something special. Even Kenny knew that much.

"...Whatever Kyle," a defeated Kenny said, his tone now more sad than angry.

"Look," Kyle said, trying to let his anger go as well. "So you don't believe in love, or you don't know how, or you just plain don't want to... whatever. That's fine for you. But..." He broke off, fumbling for words, and pointed back at Butters again. "You're human enough to know that you really hurt him. That's enough Kenny. I don't care how hard it is to stop boning him. You can get it from someone else. Someone who isn't going to cry themselves to sleep every night because you won't even let them give you a stupid little hug."

Sure enough, Butters was still crying as Kyle spoke his words, and Kenny saw every second of it. "I thought he was just pissed off at me. He really thinks I hate him? That's fucking bullshit."

"Is it?" Kyle asked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah!" Kenny insisted. "It's not every guy I let spend the night."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, still not convinced. "Okay. So then two things don't make any sense. What the hell did you do to break his heart, and why would you break someone's heart in the first place if you like him?"

Kenny looked to the table below him, no longer caring to eat his lunch. He pushed his tray away from his body as he spoke. "Well, lately he's been pushing for romantic stuff in bed. You know, kissing and stuff. I reminded him we're not a couple. You said I'd hurt you if I were in Stan's spot, but I wouldn't. Because I'd never be someone's boyfriend in the first place unless I wanted to be. A lot of people wanna get with me and do more than just fuck. I turn them all down, and I guess Butters isn't taking that too well."

"So then why don't you cut the kid a break and leave him alone? Seriously, Kenny, this isn't some game to him. You're not only losing a easy lay here, you're hurting a friend."

"Aw man..." Kenny mumbled, the guilt growing in his stomach by the second. Kenny was a slut, sure, but he was a slut with a heart of gold. He didn't want to hurt people, especially the few friends he'd had his entire life, which included Butters Stotch. Not wanting to hurt people was a big reason why Kenny never settled down. Better to be a well-known whore than a little-known cheater.

"So what are you going to do about this?" Kyle asked, waving his hand toward Stan and Butters.

"Nothing until you pull Stan off of him," Kenny remarked. He was teasing, but his tone remained very dull and guilt-ridden.

"Actually, Kenny, I think he kind of needs that right now. Butters is a very physical person. He needs this, and even though he doesn't think so, Stan is really good at comfort," Kyle said. "Just give him a moment to calm down, then we can go over there."

Kenny nodded, forcing himself to choke down the last bits of his lunch. He hoped Kyle would take Stan away so that Butters and himself could be alone to patch things up. Not that Kenny had much of an idea what he'd even say or do.

Kyle watched him patiently, chin propped in his hand. Every once in a while, he'd glance back at Stan, but not out of mistrust. Sure, it'd caught him off-guard at first, but it was true what he told Kenny; he trusted Stan. Whoever else Butters was screwing, it wasn't Kyle's boyfriend. He glanced back for the fifth time, doing a double-take when he noticed Butters had sat up, sniffling and wiping his nose as Stan held his shoulders steady, speaking calmly to him. Kyle nudged Kenny's shoulder. "Dude, I think it's safe to go."

Kenny nodded and stood up from his lunch table. He disposed of his tray and headed over with Kyle.

"Hey guys," Stan greeted.

Butters looked away, trying to hide the evidence of his recent crying attack. Kyle shot Kenny another glare before turning back to Stan. "You wanna get some fresh air before class starts?" he asked, tilting his head toward the open exit to the outside world.

Stan nodded. "I'll see you later Butters. Bye Kenny," he added, less enthusiastic in his dismissal of the second boy.

"Yeah, see ya," Kenny said as Stan and Kyle finally left the table, leaving he and Butters alone.

Butters rubbed his eyes, mopping up the liquid still glittering in the corners. He sniffled once, breathed deeply, and put on his "brave" face. But still, he didn't acknowledge Kenny. Partly out of pride and partly 'cause he couldn't remember if that would violate one of the rules. There were so many of them.

"Um, can I sit down?" Kenny asked, figuring he'd start the conversation.

Butters tried to find his voice, but it wasn't ready to stop hiding yet. He settled for a nod.

Kenny took a seat right beside Butters. He only had so much time until class, so he knew he'd better make it quick. He took a deep breath and looked at Butters, even if Butters wouldn't look back at him.

"Kyle said you think I hate you. And...Well, I want you to know it's not true."

"Don't worry yourself none, Kenny. It's fine," Butters said, leaning as far away from Kenny as possible, hoping it wasn't evident. Kenny's allure was too strong; Butters wanted to cling to him. Boy, he'd better learn to behave himself.

Kenny frowned. He wasn't good at this emotional stuff like Stan or Kyle. He reached a hand out and made it into a fist, playfully punching Butters in his shoulder. "Ah come on. I've known you since kindergarten."

Butters flinched visibly at the contact, then scooted a fraction of an inch away. "So? You might know me, but you don't really know who I am. Why, even Eric knows me better than you," he said it coldly, but without conviction. "You never bothered yourself with me before and you shouldn't now. We're not friends, so stop tryin' to pretend like we are."

Kenny pouted. He felt that familiar sting of rejection creeping up on him again. "We are so friends!" Kenny argued. "We hung out before I started tapping your ass."

"No," Butters raised his voice to a slightly more normal pitch. "You hung out with Stan and Kyle, and I was toted along by Eric when it was convenient. W-well, Stan and Kyle accepted me after a while, but you didn't even really notice. That don't make us friends."

Kenny chewed his bottom lip a moment. "Well, it makes us something where it means I don't hate you at least."

"Sure it don't," he said, though he didn't sound very convinced. He was starting to learn the game. Kenny would say anything to stop him from being mad, he'd even lie! Butters knew exactly what Kenny thought of him, because he was the same rank as Clyde. Just a sweet piece of ass. "I-if you're worried I'm not gonna let you pound me anymore, you can relax. Nothin's changed. I'm just going by the rules now. A-and if you take a look at number fifteen, in addition to dates, it says 'friendship outside flirtations aren't tolerated'." Butters pulled the folded notebook paper from his pocket and laid it against the table, then stood. "Call me when you need a break from Clyde again."

Kenny looked down at the table. His list of rules were written down and staring him back in the face. Were there really that many? Did he really eliminate friends so easily?

"But Butters-"

Kenny's words were cut off by the sound of the bell, signaling the end of lunch. Butters continued to walk away, not replying to Kenny's parting plea. Kenny's eyes returned to the list, which he folded up and placed into his pocket, a frown still etched onto his face.

Stan and Kyle's hearts were rapidly beating in unison a few hours later. They were both sweating, panting, and scoring like crazy as the sun romantically set behind their close bodies. Stanley shot upwards into the hole and shouted 'Yes!" in sweet satisfaction.

Stan had successfully tied the score of he and Kyle's one on one basketball game at the park.

"Damnit!" Kyle cursed, wiping sweat from his brow. "This is supposed to be my game, dude. How'd you get so good?"

"Practice. My dad put a hoop in our backyard," Stan explained. He let the basketball lay on the ground a moment, taking a sip of a water bottle to replenish his lost fluids.

Kyle took the water from Stan when he was through, tilting his head back to guzzle nearly half the bottle. He wiped his mouth with the hem of his shirt when he was through, exposing his stomach. "Sorry, it's really hot today," he said, giving Stan his water back.

"It's cool," Stan said, taking back his bottle. "And yeah, it's supposed to be fall! What the hell, dude?" he said concerning the heat, if only to better clarify what kind of 'cool' he was previously referring to.

"South Park will always be South Park, I guess. It likes to keep its residents on their toes," Kyle said. He bent low to retrieve the basketball and began dribbling idly along the court while Stan sipped more water.

"Next point wins?" Stan suggested as he put his water back down and prepared to resume playing.

"You got it." Kyle tossed the ball easily toward the basket, making a perfect slam dunk. He turned to Stan with a smile, tilting his head to nudge at the ball. "I win."

"Hey!" Stan exclaimed, his face turning sour. "Bullshit. You cheated."

Kyle shrugged. "Did not. You said next point wins, and I just made a basket. I win."

"But I wasn't ready!" Stan balked. "You weren't even...! You didn't even gimme a chance to...! Ah forget it!" Stan quickly conceded. He could never stay mad at his boyfriend for too long, especially over something as trivial as a basketball game. Stan stole the ball from Kyle's hands, just as he suspected he would've done had Kyle tried to actually get past him to make his "winning" shot.

"Give it back, Stan! Any shot you make now is absolutely useless, I hope you know!" Kyle huffed, rushing forward to reclaim his property.

Stan dropped his water bottle, dribbled around Kyle, leapt upward, and successfully dunked the ball himself. "HA! Looks like you finally met your match, Kyle. Maybe you should start practicing."

The ball bounced eagerly back into Kyle's waiting arms. He wrinkled his nose, peering up at the orange basket. "Ugh, you're right. Less sex. More basketball." He tossed the ball, again making a perfect shot.

Stan scoffed. "You would hold out on me to play ball. What happens if I actually win a game?"

"No use wondering about something that's never going to happen." Kyle smiled warmly at Stan, then threw the ball hard at him.

Stan flinched slightly, but caught the round object. As he lowered it from his line of vision, he saw another spec of orange approaching the court. It was Kenny, who was wearing his trademark parka despite the heat.

Kyle's smile flattened into curiosity when he noticed Stan gazing past him. He turned and immediately spotted the source. "Goddamnit," he muttered, pulling his hat further down his head. "He's the absolute last person I want to see right now, the jack ass. You know he actually tried to make me think you were cheating on me?"

"Did he?" Stan frowned. "Dude that's not cool. Why the hell would he do that?"

Kyle softened a little, turning his eyes downward. "I guess because I wasn't very good at having a talk with him. I laid into him pretty hard. But with Kenny, you kind of have to in order to get anything through his head. And with you just feet away cuddling Butters, he tried to get under my skin about it. Take the negative attention off himself, I guess. Being a selfish bastard like usual."

Stan frowned. "Hold on Kyle. I don't like what he's doing to Butters either, but you know that one part's not true. Kenny has his selfless moments sometimes, and you can be pretty vicious yourself."

"You can't deny that Kenny needs vicious," Kyle defended himself, crossing his arms defiantly. "And what is this anyway? You think it's okay for Kenny to drill ideas into my head that could lead to our potential break-up? If you really are fucking Butters, then you'd better tell me now, because you're right; I'm pretty fucking vicious."

"I'm not fucking anybody," Stan assured him. "I'm just saying you guys are friends, You should act like it. Remember when he went back to Hell for us? Or that time he saved you from Jewscout prison? He's not all bad. He can care about people when he wants to."

Stan shut up as Kenny finally got within earshot of the two. He waved weakly, eyeing Kyle especially wearily as he approached.

"Hi."

Kyle's expression faltered as he turned to Kenny. He did look like an especially pathetic dog that'd just been scolded. Kyle's scowl loosened, but he still didn't bother to greet him.

Kenny tightened the hood strings of his parka, feeling uncomfortable in addition to his continued guilt. He hadn't yet tried to make things right with Butters again, but after some thinking Kenny realized he also had to square things with Kyle and Stan. Kenny decided he'd take it a step at a time.

"Um, look. I'm not real good at talking about feelings and shit," Kenny began. "But, I wanted to say sorry for before."

Kyle was the first to speak up, never one to hold his emotions in very well. Unlike Kenny, he had no issue expressing his feelings. "Before, when you made Butters cry; Before, when you failed to give a shit; Or the before that came in between that, when you tried to make me think Stan was cheating on me, which could have ruined our relationship and a whole lot of friendships?"

"All of it. But I never said I didn't give a shit. I'm gonna work it out with Butters, but I shouldn't have tried to fuck up you and Stan. You guys are my friends even though you think I'm a piece of shit, and I shouldn't fuck that up just 'cause you tell me so sometimes. Butters really is with someone else, but we all know Stan would never cheat on you Kyle. I'm sorry."

The remainder of Kyle's irritation subsided. It was a rare and welcomed treat when Kenny actually apologized for anything. Kyle couldn't stay mad. He touched Kenny's shoulder, waiting until he looked up to speak. "It's okay. I'm sorry I jumped down your throat about it. You know how I can be."

Kenny nodded. "Yeah. It's okay. You two are some of the only platonic friends I've got. I couldn't let myself fuck that up, too."

"Good luck with Butters," Stan chimed in. "And thanks."

"Sure." A smile slowly crossed Kenny's face again. At least he'd patched up one important relationship. "Can I play winner?"

Kyle exchanged an amused glance with Stan. "Sure, but we'll have to change the terms. Right now the winner gets to make the loser his bitch for the night."

Kenny laughed. "Really?!"

"Yeah," Stan confirmed to Kenny. They already knew far too much about each other's sex lives. Fuck it. "And I won, dammit," he muttered in a lower, slightly bitter tone of voice.

"You totally lost," Kyle argued good-naturedly. "But so what? Top or bottom, we both win, so quit your griping."

"Yeah, that's true," Stan agreed. "Fine, you play Kenny then."

"Drink lots of water, you're going to be screaming so loud tonight your throat will be sore in the morning." Kyle told him, laughing, then tossed the ball to Kenny.

"I hope Kenny beats your cheating ass," Stan replied. He had bottomed the last few times they'd wagered sexually on athletic results. He didn't mind bottoming, and outside of bets he got to top Kyle about half the time, but that sweet feeling of victory surely enhanced the sex for the winner. Not that Stan would know. One of these days, he was going to literally make Kyle a sore loser.

Kenny began to dribble the ball, smirking. "I'll try not to take all your strength, tiger," he remarked, adding a playful growl at the end of his sentence, which sounded more like a Spanish person rolling their R's.

"I have the endurance of a cheetah in bed, so there's no need to go easy on me. Give me your best, McCormick," Kyle challenged, already making a swift move to steal the ball and dribbled it quickly away. Kyle's passion for basketball overpowered everything. Everything, that is, except his passion for the sulking blue-eyed boy now resting on the bench.

"A cheetah huh?" Kenny said, laughing again. "Too bad you aren't a slut like me. Then we could really have some fun together."

Kyle slammed another basket, grinning as he felt the last molecule of tension between them dissolve. "Okay, Stan, I've got an idea. If I beat Kenny, your ass is still mine. If he beats me, we'll go dutch. What do you say?"

Stan looked up from the park's bench, smiling. He knew Kyle's guilt over cheating would catch up to him eventually. "Yeah, okay," he agreed. At least that gave him some hope.

Kenny crossed his arms over his chest. "Whoa, hang on. You two get laid, and I get what out of this exactly?"

"The satisfaction of helping a friend get a victory he was cheated out of?" Stan offered.

Kenny looked at Stan, unmoved.

"And ten bucks."

"Deal!" Kenny agreed.

Behind the thick tree beside the bench, Butters sat inconspicuously in a thicket of wild grass, meshing his knuckles together. He'd been chasing squirrels to clear his head when he'd heard Kenny's familiar voice greet Stan and Kyle on the court. His eyes had widened as he'd sunk to the ground and eavesdropped. He didn't much like to do things he wasn't supposed to; but he was sure glad he had this time. Kenny had said him and Kyle could have more fun if Kyle were a slut like him. Now Butters knew exactly what he had been doing wrong! If he could just become a good little slut like Kenny, take up some toys of his own, then Kenny wouldn't hate him anymore! Butters laughed, hardly able to control his excitement. He leapt up, bolting toward the parks entrance. He wanted to get started right away!

Kenny and Kyle finished their game a little while later. Kyle won legitimately due to his superior skills at the sport, but Stan still paid Kenny the ten dollars for his efforts. The dirty blonde said goodbye to his once again friends, then headed for home greedily clutching his new wealth.

Stan stood up from the bench, smiling at the victor of the game. "Nice job."

"Thanks!" Kyle smiled triumphantly and twirled the ball easily on his index finger, one eyebrow quirked in egotistical satisfaction.

Stan laughed at Kyle's Globetrotter behavior. "Show off."

Stan walked toward Kyle, cautiously observing their surroundings as he did so. Once close enough to Kyle, Stan grasped the Jew's free hand in his own. Stan's smile widened, and he gave Kyle's palm a loving squeeze before leaning forward and quickly pecking one of Kyle's flushed cheeks with his lips.

Kyle faltered, the basketball teetering a moment before surrendering to gravity. It tipped in quiet thumbs across the court until it found support near a trash can. Kyle brought his hand up to his cheek and smiled faintly. "What was that for?"

"That's exactly it, Kyle. I shouldn't have to have a reason to kiss my boyfriend," Stan explained in a low whisper so as not to possibly be heard by others. He frowned slightly, but continued holding Kyle's hand as his blue eyes stared into Kyle's gorgeous green ones. "I'm sorry I haven't been too affectionate lately. It's just...I'm uncomfortable. You know? I guess I just kinda wanted you to know I still love you. No matter how much you might cheat at basketball."

Kyle broke into a grin, snickering as he brought his arms around Stan's neck. He wasn't quite so nervous as Stan was about being caught, especially considering everyone pretty much already guessed. "I understand," he said, pressing their foreheads together. "But you should still make it up to me before I start having withdraws." He locked their lips together, trying patiently to loosen Stan up a little, but he seemed determined to practice being a statue. Kyle broke the suction of the kiss, but kept their lips together as he spoke, "C'mon, Stan, kiss me back."

Stan's hands lovingly found Kyle's waist. His fingers pushed Kyle's shirt upward slightly to allow fingertips to meet warm, athletic flesh. "I have to do whatever you want me to. You won, remember? I love you Ky," he reminded his boyfriend in a husky, seductive tone. His lips found Kyle's again, with Stan's mouth now doing the initiating. His hands traveled up the redhead's sides as his tongue pressed to Kyle's lips, licking them briefly before seeking entrance. He was still nervous about being spotted, but he was no welcher. Besides, making out with Kyle was always a joy for him.

Kyle's knees buckled as Stan's tongue slid over his, melting easily with the touch. The magic in Stan's fingertips already had the fly of his jeans tightening. He gave in to a half-sigh, half-moan against Stan's mouth and began pulling him back into woodsier territory.

Stan released a half-moan, half-sigh of his own. The sigh more out of relief. He knew they couldn't continue making out where they were, but the backwoods part of the park would surely be empty at this time of night except for possibly some cops looking to bust teenagers who were taking drugs or doing things like what Stan and Kyle were planning on. But Stan had to obey. He was the willing love slave tonight, and he didn't mind it one bit. He'd missed the risky make-out sessions with Kyle. He'd missed being able to tease Kyle under the table when Kyle teased him first. Butters had gotten Stan all freaked out, and for what? So far no one seemed to care. If Stan and Kyle did go to jail, so be it. It'd be just another experience they shared with each other. Stan allowed himself to get pulled into a more secluded area of the woods. Lots of trees blocked out the moon. Blacktop was replaced with dirt and grass under their feet. Stan never once broke the kiss as Kyle guided him back. Their tongues clashing all the while. Their hands gripping each other out of love and support.

Kyle was gasping by the time his back hit a tree. He reached one arm behind him, carefully feeling down the trunk as he guided Stan down to soft grass. He eased onto his back, bring Stan down on top of himself. Kyle slid a knee between his legs, gently stroking.

Stan moaned, his jeans forming a bulge as Kyle's knee teased the fabric. The dark-haired boy reluctantly retracted his tongue from wrestling Kyle's to pose a question. "Mm, Kyle..." he moaned. "Wh-what're you doing? You're top tonight."

It took him a moment for Kyle to find his voice. His chest heaved with barely restrained passion as he spoke. "I have some making up to do myself." He paused to caress a finger longingly over Stan's lips. "I cheated you out of your winning chance. I think you should make up for your lack of affection and punish me."

Stan grinned down at his lover, liking that idea very much. "Totally," he agreed. Stan grasped Kyle's hand once more, this time taking the redhead's finger into his mouth without the visual explanation of grapes to back it up. He sucked at the fingertip, savoring the taste of Kyle's flesh. His left hand's fingers stroked along the length of Kyle's pointer as he sucked hungrily on the digit. Stan's right hand found the front of Kyle's pants, curious if his little blowjob demonstration had Kyle as hard as Stan currently was.

He found his test to be rewarding; Kyle was throbbing beneath the material. He knew exactly what Stan's mouth felt like wrapped delicately around less public areas of his body, and the small experiment on his finger had him writhing in anticipation. Kyle swallowed down a moan and let a low purr rumble deep in his throat as Stan curiously fingered the rather large effects his teasing had caused between his legs.

Stan pulled his mouth away and released Kyle's hand. He leaned down, his lips finding Kyle's again in the dark as both hands moved down to undo Kyle's pants, followed by his own. "Love you, Ky," he murmured lustfully, feeling the Jew's panting breath hitting his equally hot face.

"Love you, too, Stan," Kyle said, helping Stan undo his pants, rubbing tenderly around the newly exposed fabric of his boxers. He cupped Stan's mound in his palm, kneading gently as he trailed kisses across his jaw.

Stan moaned softly into Kyle's ear, loving the other boy's touch. His hands gladly returned the favor on Kyle's swollen cock and balls. "No lube," Stan said, nuzzling into Kyle. "Gotta improvise."

"Mmm." Kyle gasped, quivering beneath his boyfriend. He continued to tease Stan's member, greedily reveling in the feeling of Stan's roaming fingers for a moment. He brought his lips to Stan's ear, flicking his tongue along the sensitive lobe. "I can fix that for you," he whispered, licking his own lips for clarification.

"Mm. Read my mind," Stan said, his statement followed by a grunt. He brought his mouth down to Kyle's neck, biting firmly into the boy's flesh. His hands lifted Kyle's shirt further upward, feeling his quick heartbeat. Stan's mouth began to travel downward, stopping to flick his tongue at both of Kyle's nipples. His hands brought Kyle's dick through the hole in his restrictive boxer shorts, then continued to tease him by kissing a trail down his exposed flesh. His mouth lovingly kissed Kyle's chest, then his stomach, stopping to lick him just below his navel in a final act of seduction before he took the Jew into his mouth, giving him a harsh, needing suck.

Kyle's hands shot out, and he dug his fingers into the soft earth and he cried Stan's name out again and again. Fuck, it was intense. The warm cavern of his mouth, the wet pressure of his tongue, the gentle scrape of teeth; it was heaven, it was bliss, it was ecstasy. He could feel his orgasm building urgently and reached out to cover Stan's grip on his thighs. "Oh, god, stop."

"Hm?" Stan questioned, his mouth full and his panic briefly returning. He pulled his mouth away, his tongue brushing the underside of Kyle's dick as he moved away, the dick popping out of his mouth as he withdrew. "My turn?" Stan guessed. He'd actually planned to stop mid-blow and punish Kyle by making him work for an orgasm through a sixty-nine position. Oh well. Stan could always think of something later. His cock was aching for some attention of its own right now. He finished pushing his own pants down to his ankles, his cock poking through its respective underwear hole just like Kyle's.

Kyle pushed himself up and immediately dove forward, burying his face in Stan's lap. He nuzzled sweetly, stimulating the swollen areas with his breath. His hands ran around Stan's dick, stimulating his balls and surrounding skin. He worked the saliva up, then sucked Stan into his mouth with a gratifying slurp.

"Ugh!" Stan cried out, his back arching as he sat himself down onto the cool grass. His hands latched onto Kyle's hair, trying not to fuck his eager mouth. He knew Kyle loved his cock, and the way he sucked it made Stan love Kyle's mouth even more than when it was touching his other areas. "Kyle...Kyle...Oh, Jesus...Kyle!" Stan exclaimed, not giving a fuck who heard. He wanted to moan his lover's name from the mountain tops if only he could. Kyle had kept his word. He'd made Stan scream tonight.

Kyle fought a smile. He had perfected suction like a vacuum hose; he'd even taken the liberty of "practicing" by sucking triple-thick milkshakes through bendy straws. It was no easy feat, but the results had been worth while to hear Stan screaming his name that way. He pulled back to lave his tongue in rolling strokes across the head, his eyes focused upward to watch Stan's pleasure flood his expression.

Stan gasped, moaned and whimpered as Kyle teased between his legs, his cock throbbing and filling Kyle's mouth with precum. "Shit, Ky...S-stop..." he said. "Oh god..."

Kyle couldn't help himself. His favorite thing in the world was teasing Stan to near insanity. He smiled as he plunged forward again, giving four hard, quick pulses on Stan's hardness, bringing him right of the brink of release before pulling back. Stan's tool had been successfully prepared; he was dripping with a mixture of saliva and precum.

Stan stared Kyle down intensely once Kyle had sat back up, and brought his hands to Kyle's broad shoulders and still-thumping chest, and proceeded to quickly shove him down onto his back in the cool grass. Once Kyle hit the ground, Stan pounced on him like a wild animal. He forced his lips to Kyle's, this kiss forceful and lingering as though he were trying to bruise Kyle's mouth. Stan guided his wet cock to Kyle's, his hands pressing their wet, hard undersides together. Stan gave a harsh push forward, making his member rub against Kyle's. Stan continued to thrust himself back and forth, literally humping Kyle's body, his throbbing dick not giving Kyle's a moment of relief from the friction.

Kyle ripped his mouth away from Stan's, sucking in a much needed sharp breath. The surrounding greenery seemed to absorb the echoes as he cried out again and again, clutching Stan's shoulders desperately.

Stan buried his face in the nape of Kyle's neck, moaning and breathing hotly onto his skin. Stan's merciless thrusts continued until he felt his cum release, splashing against Kyle's stomach. Wanting to make sure Kyle's throbbing organ got off too, Stan's grinding didn't decrease after his orgasm.

Kyle wasn't far behind his lover. The added lubricant of Stan's release created a slicker, warmer motion against his hardness. The wet sensation along with the tantalizing sound of Stan grunting his release against his skin sent Kyle over the edge in seconds. His fingers bit hard into Stan's skin as he came, chanting his name wantonly to the sky.

Stan hissed and his motions finally ceased. Partly from the end of their sex, and partly from the slight pain of Kyle digging his nails into Stan's flesh. But Stan didn't mind. Any accidental pain they caused each other in bed was always easily forgiven. Stan brought his head back up from Kyle's shoulder to stare down at his boyfriend's flushed face. Stan smiled and leaned in for a gentle but long kiss as he began to pull his pants back up.

Kyle kissed back eagerly, his fingers caressing the skin he'd abused moments before. "Let's go back to my house. I'm still the winner and I'm going to claim my prize."

Stan grinned. "No. You're being punished too, remember?" Stan finally moved his body off of Kyle's, helping the redhead pull up his pants as well.

Kyle made a face, not liking that answer in the least. "Punishing me with no sex is also punishing yourself. Why would you want to do that?"

"The same reason you'd cut off sex with me for basketball practice. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you later."

Stan's lips found Kyle's one more time before the dark-haired male returned to his feet and started heading out of the secluded woods, a mischievous grin of triumph on his face. Starting Kyle the cheetah's engine only to cut him off was always a fun little game, though Kyle was right that the lack of sex did suck for Stan just as much. Deep down Stan knew he'd likely only hold out for a half hour, then sneak over Kyle's to continue their love-fest.

"Have fun beating off tonight, Kyle. Love you," Stan bullshitted, his teasing capped off with a wink as he exited the woods.

Kyle watched with narrowed eyes. He could already feel the faint stirrings of Stan's banter tickling behind the fly of his freshly zipped jeans. He didn't know when Stan would cave, but when he did, he would be walking with a duck waddle for quite some time. Kyle smoothed out his clothes and realized his own dark thoughts mingled with Stan's teasing already had him standing at half mass again.

"Goddammit." He cursed, before stomping off after his boyfriend.

TO BE CONTINUED!

-Buttered-Popcorn