Authors Note: Thanks so much for the lovely reviews! It's nice to see some "Bunny" lovers! There certainly aren't enough even though the craving for them seems to be expanding nicely. :)
Chapter four-Ice cream
Butters entered school the next day trying his best to see the bright side of life. Forcing himself to stay positive was a regular occurrence for Butters, but today was especially challenging due to his father's actions the previous night. Stephen had violated him again, but he'd also done something he hadn't done previously.
He'd hurt Butters. He'd grabbed his son's wrists to better hold him down and stop him from squirming when the pain became too much. Still, today was a new day. Butters knew what he had to do to make Kenny like him, and today he could kick that plan into action. As he entered the school's main entrance, he made sure his wrists were concealed. Dad said he'd ground him if anyone saw them bruised.
Clyde was the first person he recognized, and that was all it took for Butters trademark smile to come into play. If Butters was going to practice, why, who better to learn from than someone Kenny already went to regularly? Maybe Clyde was real good at that sort of thing. Butters leaned against the drinking faucet Clyde was sipping from, trying to look cool; but his sleeve made for a slippery surface against the steel, and his arm slipped against his prop. He fumbled but quickly regained himself, muttering a faint "hamburgers" beneath his breath before regaining his dignity. "Heya, Clyde."
Clyde ceased his water sipping. He turned to look at Butters, a bit confused why the blonde was randomly talking to him this morning. They didn't usually interact much at all in or outside of school. "Hey," Clyde greeted.
"Nice day, huh?" Butters asked. Small talk was the best way to break the ice.
"...I...Guess," Clyde said hesitantly, as though Butters were some kind of weirdo alien for just trying to start up conversation. Some people tended to be cruel like that, and Clyde was apparently one of them.
Butters, being the oblivious type himself, didn't seem to catch the slight indictment in his voice and continued. He touched Clyde's arm lightly. "Well, I was thinking," he started, boldly caressing up and down Clyde's arm, the way he'd seen Kenny do to people when he was trying to convince them to sleep with him. His smiled widened when Clyde made no move to push him away, and in fact, watch the movements raptly. "we both get our fun from Kenny. But he's been awful busy lately, and I've been real horny. You want to meet up after school?"
"Ohhh!" Clyde said, smiling. Butters' very blunt statement made it clear why he was speaking to him, and Clyde easily forgave him for it. "Sure." He wasn't sure what Butters meant by Kenny being busy. Clyde had just gotten some off Kenny the other day. Whatever though. A lay was a lay and Butters and Kenny looked fairly similar.
Butters nearly reeled back in shock. He hadn't expected seduction to be so easy. He must be real good at flirting! It wouldn't be long before he was the best little slut in school. Then Kenny would like him for sure. "So, ah, how- how 'bout we meet out front by the door, and then we can decide if we're going to your place or mine. Or heck, maybe even somewhere else. I'm an outdoors kinda guy."
Butters wasn't exactly an expert flirt. In fact, his bluntness was pretty much the opposite of subtle, playful seduction. Luckily for him though, Clyde was pretty easy and didn't discriminate since there were so few gay guys in their school.
"Yeah, sounds good," Clyde agreed. "I'll see you after school, man."
"S-see ya, Clyde!" Butters waved him off, smiling giddily as he meshed his knuckles together. Lesson number one was well on its way, and he could hardly wait to get started. He spun happily on his heel, smacking squarely into Kenny's chest.
"What the fuck was that about?" Kenny asked Butters. He'd heard every word of the other blonde's conversation with Clyde. What was all this talk about Kenny being busy lately? And if Butters was horny, why didn't he come to Kenny? He'd told Kenny he'd still be up for sex. Kenny was the designated school tramp among the boys, and he wasn't about to lose his title and be the odd man out so Clyde and Butters could screw around without him. Kenny was more confused than angry about all this and tried to make his tone reflect that when he posed his question. He couldn't blame Butters for seeking out another piece of tail. That's why he didn't interrupt the kid's "smooth" picking up of Clyde. Still, something about it all just wasn't right.
Besides, Kenny knew the kind of guy Clyde was.
Butters felt a trill of fear shimmy up his spine. Kenny didn't much look too sore at him, but then again, neither did his dad unless he was in real big trouble. So maybe he was in just a little trouble with Kenny. He fumbled for words a moment, then suddenly became very calm. What was he so nervous about anyway? Kenny didn't like him none——not yet anyway——and he didn't even like to be touched or nothin' else. If Butters was gonna impress him and be a good slut, why, he'd better start acting like he meant it! "Well, I was just gettin' myself set up for ah- a nice piece of ass later," he answered smoothly.
Kenny smiled. Wow! Butters was actually talking to him today. In a normal tone of voice. Did he even realize that? Kenny quickly reasoned that the potential for getting laid must be helping Butters' mood a bit, and why not? Who wouldn't feel better knowing they were guaranteed sex in a few hours? That act was the end all, be all of happiness in Kenny's perverted mind, so it made sense to him.
"I can respect that. But Clyde? Seriously?" Kenny questioned skeptically.
Butters shrugged, avoiding eye contact at all costs; Kenny's eyes were his weakness, right after his practically magical touch. "Guess I could ask you the same thing, huh? A lay is a lay. Got ta keep the variety open, you know what I'm saying?" He'd stolen the line straight out of Kenny's own mouth.
Shit, Kenny thought. His own words being used against him. That was never easy to argue against. His smile faltered a bit. "Butters, you don't wanna mess with Clyde."
"You're right, I don't wanna mess with him," Butters agreed brightly, casting what would be a heart-fluttering smile to anyone who wasn't immune to such feelings, like Kenny. "I just wanna do it to him."
Kenny tried to speak again, but stammered, unable to complete a sentence about why Butters shouldn't fuck Clyde. Why was Butters even going to Clyde anyway? Was Kenny not enough for him anymore? Had he lost his touch? Kenny knew from personal experience that Clyde wouldn't make Butters cum as hard as he did. Kenny also noticed that his stomach and chest felt a bit pained. He chalked it up to a bad breakfast and tried one last time to speak, exhaling in frustration as he gathered his thoughts.
"Sure, variety works for me, but since when do you need it? Not all queers are like that," Kenny said, thinking back to Stan and Kyle's relationship.
Butters made the mistake of looking into Kenny's eyes and promptly stumbled, though he'd been standing in one place. He fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt. It was true what he said; Butters didn't need variety. In fact, he didn't much want it either. But sometimes you had to do what you had to do, and if you had to be a little slut, then you had better learn to like variety. "W-well, I guess if...I keep goin' back an-and lettin' you do what you do to me, then I can't much want what Stan and Kyle have got either," he tried to smile again and hoped it looked genuine. "Maybe Clyde's even into foreplay, since I can't get nothin' from you but a good poundin'. Well, I've got my fantasies, too."
"Ouch," Kenny muttered again. His face was now plastered with a full-on frown. "So what, that's it? We aren't even gonna fuck anymore? I sucked you too and stuff!" Kenny argued, more pleading than angry, not wanting their fun to stop.
Butters reached out to touch him, but quickly remembered his place. He jammed his hands back into his pockets to keep them out of trouble. It sure was weird not giving Kenny any good morning hugs. It was kinda sad, too. Vaguely, Butters wondered how long it would take to get used to. "Well sure we can," he said brightly, plastering on a grin. "Now we just gotta work around each other's schedules instead of- instead of you just having me whenever you get bored of everyone else." The bell sounded, and Butters frowned thoughtfully. "W-well, that's the bell. Maybe we can set somethin' up for tomorrow if you think you're free."
"Yeah, I'm free," Kenny said a bit sadly. Kenny still wouldn't turn down sex with Butters, but some of his remarks were hitting Kenny pretty hard right now. "I'm not busy like you said, and you take higher priority than you think with me, but..." He trailed off and sighed. "Okay. Tomorrow then."
"Great! See ya then!" Butters swerved around Kenny's form, again abandoning his ritual good-morning departure hug, and bolted down the corridor, not a second glance back.
"Huh..." Kenny said. He headed for his own class, his head once again down. He felt...cold.
Lack of warm hugs tended to do that.
Kenny phoned it in the rest of the school day. Butters' words were ringing inside of his head, but so were Kyle's from when they had their previous argument. Was it really so bad being a slut? Unquestionably Kenny made a lot of people happy, including himself, and there were none of the messy relationship strings involved in any of it. Dating wasn't for everyone. Neither was foreplay. Kenny took care of people in bed and was generally nice to them outside of it, so what was wrong with that, who the hell were his friends to judge him, and why the hell couldn't Kenny stop thinking about it?
He shook his head clear as he exited school with twice his usual eagerness. He lit up a smoke immediately, deciding he really needed it. Butters was off somewhere fucking Clyde right now, and Kenny decided he didn't care for that one bit.
Kenny managed to make it a full five blocks and three cigarettes before running into any other life forms. He recognized Stan and Kyle across the street, their hands linked and swinging companionably between them as they walked. Stan was holding an ice cream cone, licking suggestively along the top as he stared Kyle in the eyes. They stopped at the corner, turning to face each other. Stan held out the cone in offering, and Kyle proceeded to outdo Stan's visually seductive tongue play on the dessert. Stan joined in, their tongues rimming opposite sides of the same cone. They finally broke away, their arms wrapping perfectly around the other as they abandoned the treat in favor of kissing; slow, warm, passionate. It was a kiss where love clearly reigned over the lust.
Kenny glared at the two lovers. For one thing, they were wasting a perfectly good cone. For another, did they really have to show off that mushy garbage? Why couldn't more people in the world think like Kenny? Why the hell couldn't he escape gushy, strings-attached, exclusive boyfriend icky love bullshit?! He stomped over to the two, picked up the cone utilizing the five second rule, and proceeded to show them that it could also be used to seduce women by placing his tongue into the cone and suggestively licking around inside of it.
They broke their kiss simultaneously, but kept their hold on each another as they redirected their attention to Kenny. Kyle's nose scrunched up as he watched Kenny's angry show, feeling the magic of his and Stan's moment dissipate with each sloppy lick. "Kenny, what the hell?" he snapped, still clutching the front of Stan's shirt.
Kenny took a few bites, then as a final exclamation point to his angry demonstration, he put his most recent cigarette out inside of the cone. "You aren't exactly being discreet," he said with visibly angry eyebrows. "God damn. I mean, can you fags give it a rest?! Fuck!"
Kyle let go of Stan abruptly, nearly knocking him over. But not out of compliance to Kenny's wishes; rather it was to spin on him and jab a finger into his chest. "What the hell is your problem?" he yelled. "This is a fucking dead street that leads out into the middle of goddamn nowhere! No one is around to see us, and even if they were, I don't think it's any of your business if we get ourselves caught or not, now is it!? Am I right, Stan?!"
"You guys calm down!" Stan said as authoritatively as possible. He didn't want to see his friends get into a fist fight. He pushed his way between them. Fortunately for Stan, his friends listened to his order. They usually did for some reason. "What's wrong with you, Kenny? You've done way worse stuff than kissing in way more public places. And you shouldn't call us fags 'cause you're half one yourself. That's not cool."
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Oh, whatever!" he argued weakly, knowing Stan was correct on all counts.
"Jesus, I never thought I'd say this one; but Kenny, you seriously need to get laid!" Kyle spat.
"Suck my dick then!" Kenny snapped back, not serious in this case.
"Kenny, stop it!" Stan said again. "Dude, seriously, what's up your ass?"
"People like you guys, that's what!"
"What the fuck do you mean 'people like us'? We're no different than you, ass-rammer!" Kyle continued to scream. "Unless you're talking about the fact that we actually hold hands and kiss! What's wrong, Kenny? You hate love so much you don't want anyone else to have it either?"
Kenny's fists clenched. "I'm fucking sick of love, okay?! I'm not a bad guy just because I like to fuck! I deserve to be happy too goddammit! But I can't be, and it's because people like you make love look so fucking attractive!"
Kyle's eyebrow quirked in skepticism as he crossed his arms. "So you're like the atheists, huh? They don't believe in something, so they want to take it from everyone. You don't believe in love, you don't even want love... in fact you chase it away when it's staring you right in the fucking face, and you're pissed off that we're not throwing it away, too? Sorry, Kenny, but no matter what you might think, falling in love is the best goddamn thing that's ever happened to me. I love every minute of being in love, and I'm not going to let your twisted, unfeeling, heartless, and downright inability to love ruin what I've got going."
"First of all, atheists do believe in something. They believe their way's right just like you believe your way is. If you think love's so fucking great, then maybe you should feel sorry for me for not having it myself! I push it away for a reason, and that makes it pretty goddamn lonely when everybody else on the fucking planet wants love instead of what I offer. Do you have any idea what that's like, Kyle?! Huh?! I'm sick of love getting thrown in my fucking face all the time. You two. Butters. Everybody wants love, and nobody wants Kenny. Well just because I don't wanna fuck anybody over by getting into a relationship I can't handle, that doesn't mean I'm a bad guy! If anything, it means I'm a good guy for putting other people first. So fuck you and fuck love for screwing me!"
Now it was Kyle's turn to roll his eyes. "God, Kenny, you're such a whiney little baby. Bebe and Clyde are both happy to give you all the no strings attached sex you want, so what are you complaining about? Butters? So what. There's hundreds more that I'm sure would be willing to roll onto their slutty little backs for you."
"Yeah, so?!" Kenny agreed. "I liked fucking Butters! He's cute, he took orders well, he's selfless in bed, he's a nice guy. Sure he got kinda clingy, but I was willing to put up with it 'cause I liked the kid! And now he'll barely even look at me! I'm used to that from people like Bebe and Clyde, but Butters was different okay!? He was like...I don't know...He was like, a different kinda slut!
"Yeah, the kinda slut I am for Stan! Your own personal slut who threw himself at you whenever you snapped your fingers because he fucking loved you!" Kyle defended him. "And, if it's any consolation, I saw Butters making plans to hook up with that new kid Bradley this weekend. I also heard he tried to hit on Tweek and almost got a black eye from Craig. It looks like now that you've crushed his heart, he's not interested in love either. Looks like you've still got your slut, so why don't you let me and Stan have what we want and be happy for us?"
Stan frowned. He ran Kenny's venom through his brain, which wasn't overcome with anger like Kyle's currently was. As a result, Stan was able to better process the meaning behind Kenny's angry words.
"Kyle, back off," Stan said as nicely as possible. "I think what Kenny's trying to say is that he likes Butters. Like, actually like likes him."
"...Am I?" Kenny asked, surprised by the translation. It helped to pause his anger.
Kyle felt another surge of anger ripple through him, but he held his tongue, as seemed to be the way when the "alpha" commanded them to do something. Kenny wasn't capable of "like", was he? He had just been complaining he didn't want it!
"I know Butters will still put out for me, but...I don't know. It's not the same now."
"Why not?" Stan asked, far more calmer than Kyle.
"He doesn't hug me or nothin' anymore. He used to treat me like a fuck buddy. Now I'm just a piece of meat to him."
"But don't you treat people that way?" Stan argued.
"Yeah," Kenny said, frowning. "But Butters gave me more than that. Now it's gone. If someone wants to use me, I always figured it was cool long as we were up-front about it. You know? Me and Butters were different. He wasn't another slut. Least not until now. He's fucking Clyde some place right now and it's my fault. I didn't wanna hurt him, but now I've fucked him up even worse."
Kyle softened a little at the desperation starting to crack through Kenny's angry tone. This was where Stan's gay side outweighed his; Stan was so good at this emotional crap. Still Kyle had to ask, more for confirmation than as an accusation. "So let me get this straight: You want Butters to continue to try to give you affection you don't want so that you can shrug it off and push him aside when you're through filling him with your never-ending supply of ejaculate, is that it?"
Kenny frowned, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Well, when you put it like that it sounds kinda fucked up...I'm just saying I want things to be the same. It'd be like if Stan just fucked you and left when you were used to all the lovey dovey shit."
"Well dude, things can't stay that way if you tell Butters you don't want it." Stan pointed out. "He's just doing what you tell him. If you want that affection from him, you've gotta give it back, too...To put it in perspective for you, it's like if someone kept screwing you and didn't make you spooge. You wouldn't keep going back to that guy, would you?"
"Maybe if I was a total bottom...But I see your point," Kenny said, sighing.
Kyle moved behind Stan, leaning his face into his shoulder. He wanted to be a good friend to Kenny, but it seemed Stan was better equipped to handle this situation, at least right now. Kyle was never a happy camper when he was ripped so rudely away from his boyfriend's undivided attention.
"So what do I do now?" Kenny asked his friends. "You two are the experts at this shit."
Kyle's head snapped up at that. He rested his chin on Stan's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. "We're not experts, Kenny. I'm the clinger and he's the...oblivious one, I guess."
"What do you mean by that?" Stan questioned, obliviously. He ignored the remark and tried to focus back on Kenny's plight. Stan was just glad things had finally calmed down a bit. "Kenny, the way I see it, you have a choice to make. Butters isn't gonna give you that lovey stuff and still bone you. You either have to get lovey back, get used to boning him like he's just another lay, or just stick to being friends with him."
Kenny couldn't take this pressure anymore. He took out yet another cigarette from his pocket. "That what you guys did?" he asked as he lit up.
"What do you mean by that?" Kyle asked.
"Was it like that when you guys started falling in love? Did ya have to choose between friends, boyfriends or fuck buddies like that, too?"
Kyle nodded slowly, his arms tightening around his boyfriend. "Believe it or not, I'm the one who didn't know what I wanted. And Romeo here was doing everything to convince me that this was the way to go."
Stan turned his head, sharing another kiss with Kyle. "Kenny, you're a nice enough guy. Why are you so sure you can't just commit yourself to somebody?"
"Duh. I like sex too much."
"Dude, who doesn't like sex?" Stan rhetorically questioned, laughing slightly.
"It just means loving someone so much you'd rather have sex with them than anyone else. But it's not really a conscious decision," Kyle added. "It just kinda happens. You wake up and you can't wait to see them, and you go to sleep wishing they were there. You jack-off and they're all you can think about. You try to flirt with someone else and it feels all wrong, like a chore. When you fall in love it's not hard to not hurt them because you don't have time to think of anyone else."
"Yeah" Stan agreed. "You can be perfectly happy screwing one person if you love them. And if the sex gets boring, you can always spice it up with that one person. There's like a million sex positions to try, and you probably know them all."
Kenny smiled. "Yeah I do," he bragged matter-of-factly.
"Love's the greatest thing in the world, Kenny. If you can find it, we'll be happy for you. And you'll be really happy too," Stan said with utmost certainty.
Kenny exhaled smoke. "I'll think about it."
Kyle smirked. "It won't let you think about it, Kenny. Love doesn't give you a choice. It's just up to you to embrace it or throw it away."
Kenny frowned. "Really? Shit."
Kyle buried his face in the crook of Stan's neck, snickering at Kenny's total lack of knowledge.
Kenny playfully flipped Kyle off, overhearing his snickering. "Hey, at least I'm trying to learn. You two aren't ever gonna try walking in my shoes."
"Not unless Stan decides he doesn't want me anymore. Then I'd take a stab at the no-love lifestyle," Kyle said.
Stan turned to face Kyle. He locked his hands around the back of Kyle's neck and moved in for another quick kiss. "Same here. I know I couldn't really love anybody after you," he said.
Kenny smirked. "Well God forbid that happens to you boys, but if love doesn't work for us I'm gonna hold you both to that," Kenny informed them.
Kyle waved at Kenny in acknowledgment, but living up to his position as the "clinger", he locked his arms around Stan's waist and trapped him in another, longer kiss.
Stan was all too happy to kiss back and tighten his grip around Kyle, assuring him through their longer liplock that such a scenario would never, ever happen. With the two lovers' making out growing hotter and heavier, Kenny decided to excuse himself from the festivities. He had plenty to think about on the way home anyway.
Kenny decided to keep his "appointment" with Butters the next day after school. His talk with Kyle and Stan from the previous day had allowed Kenny to better understand his situation, and more importantly, those stupid feelings that Kenny wasn't very good at handling. He realized that he had a few options when it came to Butters.
One, start getting lovey in bed so he could keep Butters
around as a friend and lover. This meant having to get Butters into bed again.
Two, stick to just being Butters' friend. That meant no more sex, and if that was going to be the case, Kenny figured he may as well get a goodbye screw out of the kid. This meant having to get Butters into bed again.
Lastly, if he truly wasn't up for lovemaking, Kenny could take one more stab at getting Butters to keep coming back for more meaningless fun. This meant having to get Butters into bed again.
Regardless, Kenny needed to nail Butters.
Previously, their walks to Kenny's house for some fun after school where filled with Butters sunny chatter and gentle swoop of his arm wrapped hook-like around Kenny's elbow. Today, it was a ten-minute walk of silence. Butters didn't seem to be in any sort of ill mood; in fact, he'd stopped in a quite Butters-like fashion to catch a ladybug half way to their destination, then proceeded to sing to it the rest of the way. But even then, he was reserved, carefully keeping just enough space between them to avoid even the most brief of accidental touches.
"Did you have a nice day?" Kenny asked, trying to strike up conversation. He honestly wasn't sure what to say or how to say it at this point. Usually he didn't have to force words out of Butters' mouth. The kid would just go on and on and Kenny would react accordingly. But this total silence felt wrong to Kenny. Awkward. Especially with a guy like Butters. It was taking Kenny out of his element once again. Sure, he'd still be able to get it up when the time came, but there was clearly a lot at stake here. This was the best shot he'd had at interacting with Butters for a while now, and he needed to take advantage of it.
Butters thought hard about his answer. He couldn't just say it was nice or something like that. The old Butters would say it was great, now that he was spending it with Kenny. Actually, that was his usual answer when Kenny would ask—which wasn't often, but often enough. Butters frowned. How would a sluts day have been? He strained to remember one of the lines Kenny himself had used when Butters had asked how his day was. "W-well, it'll be a heck of a lot better once I blow my load. My boys are killin' me."
"Heh. Yeah, I hear ya," Kenny agreed, not recognizing that line as his own. He pondered how he could possibly turn Butters' alleged desperation to his own advantage. "...You wanna be on top?" Kenny offered.
Butters stumbled as he stepped through the door of Kenny's room. Kenny had never asked him that before! This slut thing must be working awful good. Maybe too good. It might have been pretty queer to admit, but Butters loved submitting to Kenny's control, being the bottom to his top. There was something beautiful about surrendering himself completely to someone he actually felt safe with. But beautiful wasn't part of the deal anymore. It was hard-core slut time. He blinked, finally looked Kenny in the eye and adopted his trademark perverted grin. "Hell yeah, I wanna be top!" He said, giving Kenny's backside a nice resounding smack. "Let's go!"
"Huh," Kenny said, not nearly as excited as he thought he'd be from the response. Mostly because this was still an alien Butters to him. Not necessarily a bad Butters, but not the same one Kenny had enjoyed both in and out of bed. Butters was going from love-seeking passionate slut to just plain everyday slut. Likewise, Kenny didn't care for it in the past when his playthings went from emotionless robotic sex seekers to wanting more. Still, this felt like a more important issue. After all, Butters was also a friend.
Or at least he used to be.
Kenny began to strip down as per Butters' request. He made one more attempt to remind the other blonde of their good, non-sexual relationship. "You remember when you came out to me?"
"Huh?" Butters tugged his sweater roughly over his head. He made to fold it, faltered, and threw it in a heap on the floor. Sluts weren't tidy. He learned that one from Clyde.
Kenny discarded his pants, sure enough in the same messy fashion as "slutty" Butters had done. "The first time you came out to me," Kenny reminisced as he continued to strip down, losing his parka next to reveal his whole face to Butters, which was currently smiling at him. "Remember? I joined home ec to meet girls but I wasn't any good at it, so the teacher put us together. We were baking cookies or whatever, and I shaped the dough to look like a cock."
At the reminder, Butters accidentally broke character and laughed in his usually giddy, childish sort of way as he began unbuttoning his own pants. "Yeah, and then I said 'I like penises... cookies!' Oh, but that cover-up didn't work real well. Y-you saw right through it."
"Guess I'm just an expert at reading people," Kenny said, humoring Butters. "But for a while there you were just my gay buddy. Remember? You were so worried I'd freak out about it and I was cool. I didn't even try to fuck you until a couple months after that."
Butters smile softened to something more affectionate than humorous. Kenny sure had been a good friend to him all that time. Sometimes he thought the sex wasn't worth losing that. But new and improved slut Butters didn't care. He quickly reasserted himself. "H'yeah, that was pretty silly of you when you could've had me that same day. I dunno what you were waitin' for." He stepped out of his boxers unceremoniously and hurled them toward the left.
"I guess," Kenny agreed, frowning slightly. Nonetheless, Kenny knew he had to get himself ready for the moment. This is what Butters was here for. Apparently more than usual. The dirty blonde went to his nightstand and retrieved his trusty lube, tossing it Butters' way. "How do you want me?" he asked, figuring Butters might take advantage of his dominant position and force Kenny to do it missionary.
One thing Butters had always been unabashed about was Kenny's body. He'd always openly appreciated it, and now his eyes toured it slowly, hungrily drinking it in. His gaze lingered for a moment on his manhood, soft and exposed. "W-well, I guess first we should do somethin' about that." He shoved Kenny backward onto the bed, the force more powerful than what he looked capable of. He forced Kenny's legs roughly apart and knelt between them on the floor. He formed a tight triangle around the base of his cock with his hands; thumbs parallel and fingers slanted together, then slurped him into his mouth. The sensation was kind of odd. He didn't ever remember a time Kenny was still soft once his pants were off.
Kenny grunted. "Goddamn..." he muttered, not used to Butters being so rough with him. Luckily Butters' mouth was still as talented as ever, and Kenny felt himself going hard despite his lack of progress. He looked down at Butters blowing him and attempted to focus. At least he'd get laid. He'd still have that for as long as he wanted it, and he could always try to make up with Butters again later.
Butters suckled along the underside, pausing to flick his tongue around the head a few time while squeezing at the base to encourage more blood flow. He didn't ease up until Kenny's breaths escalated into half-gasp, half-grunts. When he pulled back, his hand shot out to bring the bottle of lube into his possession and poured an ample amount on his handiwork. "Oh, fuck yeah. That's real hot," he mumbled, remembering how Clyde dirty-talked the whole time. Butters slowly rubbed Kenny down, preparing his entire length.
"Th-thought you wanted on top." Kenny was more confused than complaining. He'd surely never argue against a good suck or handjob. He stared down between his legs, watching every moment of Butters playing with him. Now he knew how Bebe felt. It was then that Kenny also noticed something else. "What happened to your wrists?"
Butters' hands immediately shot to his back, concealing the telltale marks. "Nothin' happened to my wrists," he said, defensive.
"Did so. Look," Kenny encouraged him.
"I was finger paintin'," he snapped, glaring. "Are we here to talk about my art skills, or do you wanna have hot, dirty sex?"
Noticing Butters' irritation, Kenny instinctively turned on his sexual charm and reached a hand out, brushing Butters' cheek. "Sorry cutie. As you were."
Butters fought to keep his eyes opened; the tender touch was positively bone-melting. He shivered once, then pushed the dangerously kindhearted gesture away and climbed over Kenny's legs. He then turned, facing away from other boy as he placed a leg on each side of his hips and reached back to hold his cock steady as he lowered himself down.
Kenny attempted to speak up once again, but the words couldn't leave his mouth. He hissed in pleasure when he felt Butters' familiar warmth once again surround his lubed cock. The blonde's tight ass easily slid down around Kenny's full erection, making Kenny moan out and clutch at his bed sheets. The excitement made Kenny's mind lose track of his primary purpose. Butters was just too good.
Butters chalked any talent he had in bed so far up to the many hours he'd spent learning the stupid piano in junior high. He'd learned to listen to the notes, to repeat those that sounded good and work on those that sounded off. He used that same skill on Kenny, tuning in to his grunts and moans to play him perfectly. It took mere minutes before he felt Kenny's hips bucking gently beneath him and the familiar flood of warmth as he climaxed. Butters was up almost before he's finished his last spasm. He crawled over the other blonde, pushing his member against Kenny's mouth until he was able to force it inside. He began sliding himself against Kenny's hot, wet tongue before he could even catch his breath. After all, sluts didn't like to wait.
Kenny's tongue pressed to Butters' dick head, if only to keep the surprisingly aggressive boy from completely cutting off his air supply. Kenny continued to clutch Butters' hips, his own cock still softening and dripping cum. Once his breathing had returned to normal, Kenny tightened his lips and began blowing Butters just how he knew the other boy liked it, guaranteed to ensure him an equally fast release. Kenny moaned and hummed as he slid his mouth along Butters' entire swollen girth, his nose nuzzling into Butters' stomach now and again.
As predicted, Butters couldn't hold out for long. Kenny knew exactly how to do it, and his rhythm had Butters cum surging down his throat in no time. Butters grunted his release and allowed Kenny to hold him in his mouth until his body stopped pulsating. He took exactly three deep gulps of breath, then pulled away. He fought the urge to melt into Kenny's side and nuzzle against his neck. Not that it was ever okay for him to do it before, but he'd always managed to sneak in a little cuddle before Kenny would remind him in a cold, stern voice that it was time for space. Instead, he skipped the bed altogether, landing hard on the ground as he nearly somersaulted off the bed and began scrounging for his boxers.
Kenny sighed happily. He opened his eyes and licked his lips clean of any excess semen before turning on his side, observing Butters' placement on the floor. "Did ya fall?" he asked. Kenny was aware that Butters snuck in some cuddling. He was always too relaxed to care for a moment, but he was used to it even when it happened. He'd fully expected to feel Butters at his side any second now, but instead he got...This.
"No, I didn't fall," Butters laughed, breathless and stood as he pulled his located boxers up his legs. "You're good, K-kenny, but I didn't lose my grace over it."
"Course not. You dancers gotta have good balance," Kenny remembered, teasing Butters about his years of tap which surely didn't help to develop any heterosexuality in him one bit. Kenny turned away from Butters and lit up a smoke.
He inhaled and exhaled a few puffs out his opened window, mindful that Butters didn't care for Kenny's habit. As his senses returned, Kenny realized he still didn't know what to do about Butters. "So, when we gonna do this again?" he asked.
No response.
Kenny turned around, seeing that Butters and his stack of clothes had already gone out the bedroom door. Poof, just like that. He had treated Kenny like...Like...
Like Kenny treated his own sluts.
Kenny sighed, this time in sadness. He put out his smoke and searched for his own clothing, slumped over as he left the bed to gather his pants, his eyes once again stuck on the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED...
-Buttered Popcorn