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Chapter 5-Love making

By the next day at school, Kenny decided he needed some assistance. These Butters feelings were starting to get to him too much. He'd gotten laid, so what was his brain complaining about? The lack of affection he'd always pushed away when he had it? It didn't make any sense, but at the same time, it did. Even Butters' performance in bed wasn't up to his usually more passionate standards.

Kenny knew he couldn't go to Stan and Kyle again. They'd said their peace, and at this rate Kenny would end up punching Kyle's lights out if they had another fight about it. Though he was beginning to understand that Stan and Kyle didn't look down on him for doing things his way. They just honestly believed their way was a lot better. Having been on the receiving end of a one-sided meaningless fuck, Kenny was starting to see why they felt that way. No, to truly understand Butters, Kenny needed to go to someone who thought like Butters.

He needed to find a girl.

Wendy sat in the grass beneath an overgrown tree at lunch, basking in the unusually nice weather they were having. Bebe sat beside her, flipping through the latest copy of Cosmogirl, unsuspecting of Kenny's looming presence as they snacked on apple wedges.

"Hey ladies" Kenny greeted. He took an Indian-style seat on the grass between Wendy and Bebe, not bothering to ask first if he could even sit down there. He playfully draped an arm around each girl.

Wendy smiled despite herself. Even she was harboring her own little crush on Kenny McCormick. He was so charming. But unlike everyone else, she actually had morals, so she had to keep her guard up. "What do you want now, Kenny?" She asked kindly, shrugging off his arm.

Bebe giggled, returning to her magazine and letting Kenny keep his other arm in its place.

"I want you and Bebe at the same time, but since you don't swing that way, I'll settle for some advice," Kenny replied with a returned playful smile. Kenny had known for some time Wendy wasn't the type to jump into bed with him, and in some ways that just made her even more attractive a prospect to him. Still, this wasn't about the opposite sex. Kenny was here to help figure out his Butters situation.

"Advice?" Wendy asked, instantly firming from her Kenny induced, semi-mushy posture. Wendy loved giving advice; she had an anonymous advice column in the school newspaper.

"Yeah. I've been fucking..." Kenny paused. Was Butters out of the closet to people at school? Kenny wasn't sure. He decided to respect the other blonde's privacy and keep his name out of the conversation just in case. Butters already got picked on enough as it was.

"That's no secret," Bebe replied to Kenny's incomplete sentence.

"Er, no. I've been fucking this person, and I know they want they'll barely talk to me outside of bed and they're fucking other people too. I tried to give 'em what I thought they wanted but they're still not coming around. So what do I do?"

"Oh wow," Bebe said. The girl's frizzy hair got into Kenny's face as she hugged him tightly, dropping her magazine. "I'm sorry Kenny. I had no idea you were trying to give me more than a good lay. I guess I missed

the signs. That's great though! I have liked you for a while, but I didn't think you were that kinda guy."

"...Umm..." Kenny blinked, shifting uncomfortably in the grass. "I actually wasn't talking about you, sweetie."

"...Oh.....I see...."

Wendy looked to the side, eyes widened as she mouthed a silent, "wow." This was definitely going to result in a sleep over that included lots of vegging out and potential wallowing. But for now she needed to focus on one problem at a time. She cleared her throat and twisted her face in what was hopefully a genuine smile. "Well... first it would help to know a little about them. Can you tell me whoit is?"

"I probably shouldn't. Let's just say it's a guy who thinks like a girl."

Bebe casually scooted away from Kenny's grip, her eyebrows furrowing as she returned to her magazine, staring coldly at the pages and pretending to read.

Wendy quickly calculated that equation in her head. There were only a handful of guys who thought like girls. Actually, there were exactly two guys who thought like girls: Pip and Butters. Considering Pip had a girlfriend and never so much as glanced Kenny's way, and factoring in the way Butters was constantly glued to Kenny's side--until very recently--it wasn't so hard to figure out. "Got it," she said. "I won't tell anyone who it is, I promise, but I honestly don't think it's as big a secret as you do."

Kenny shrugged. Better safe than sorry. Now he knew how Stan and Kyle felt. "So what do I do?" he repeated. "He's supposed to come over to my place tomorrow and I'm no good at this lovey crap."

Wendy bit into her lip to stifle her giggle. "Lovey crap? So you're saying you actually want to get more intimate with him than a quick bang?"

Kenny shrugged a second time. "I dunno. I figure I either try that, leave him alone, or just be his friend. It sucks! I only get laid one way."

"With him maybe," a bitter Bebe muttered.

Kenny turned to address the angry girl. He did his best to flash her his award-winning, pussy-eating smile. "Aw, come on. Don't be like that."

"Whatever."

Wendy sighed again. Bebe was already angrier than Wendy cared for. "First you need to figure out exactly what B-" she faltered and shot a quick glance at Bebe, then rephrased, "exactly what he wants. You said you've been trying to give it to him and it's not working, so maybe you don't know what he wants. What have you been giving him that you think he wants?"

"He's always pushing for romantic shit in bed. You know, like looking at me. I finally told him he could, and then he decided he doesn't want to. What the fuck, right? Lately he's been hitting and quitting, and that's usually my style." Kenny paused to remove a cigarette from the pack in his coat pocket. Bebe turned completely away from Kenny now.

Wendy snatched the cigarette from Kenny's fingers and pocketed it. "You can have that back when you're not around me; I only breathe fresh air." She pushed the silkened strands of her hair behind her ears. "So tell me what happened between the last time he acted... um, normal, and when you first noticed he was acting like... well, like YOU. Anything of significance?"

Kenny blinked, trying to remember anything important that might've caused Butters' out-of-character transformation. Kenny also briefly wondered if he'd get slapped for flirtatiously reaching into Wendy's pocket to take back his smoke. "Well...I know he's fucking someone else." Butters was now fucking several people most likely, but Kenny was referring to the mystery man Butters had emotionally referenced that night he slept over.

Wendy couldn't stop herself in time to cover the soft noise of pleasure Kenny elicited with his touch. She quickly cleared her throat and pushed his hand away, trying to look dignified. "You can have it back when we're through," she told him, holding her pocket closed. "If you're so sure he's fucking someone else, it's possible he may have a crush on this someone else. Someone like that needshours of cuddle time. What were you even thinking using someone like that as a toy? I thought you were friends."

"We are!" Kenny exclaimed. "Or we were. He's not being much of one lately. That's bugging the shit outta me, too."

Wendy nodded. "I think it's safe to say he's gotten over... wait. Wait a minute. You're meeting up with him tomorrow night? For another pillow-casing session?"

Kenny smirked. "If that means to fuck, then yeah."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "Butters isn't the type to just screw around with people, especially if he likes someone. It doesn't make any sense." She thought a moment, then squeezed her eyes closed, realizing she'd revealed his lover. "Shit, I'm sorry, Kenny."

Kenny shrugged. "Doesn't bother me. I didn't know if he'd told you."

"Kenny, I think Butters would build a float dedicated to his devotion for you and ride it through the Rose Parade exclaiming his love through a megaphone if you let him." Wendy frowned as she spotted the blonde push through the cafeteria doors with Bradley. She noted his hand resting warmly on the other boys shoulder; she also noted the way he seemed to be completely oblivious to Kenny as they strode past and turned the corner of the building. "Or... at least, he would have. Before." She corrected herself.

"Damn" Kenny said, a small frown forming on his face. He pointed at the departing blondes. "See, though? He won't even talk to me. He doesn't even think we're really friends."

"IF YOU LOVE BUTTERS SO MUCH WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING MARRY HIM?!" Bebe exclaimed angrily. She stood up and stomped away in a huff, crumpling her magazine in her hands.

"Don't worry about her, I'll take care of her later." Wendy threw her hand toward Bebe, then realized Kenny didn't seem to give much of a shit. He was still staring after the spot Butters had disappeared. Her brows furrowed, surprised. "Kenny, you really like him."

"I do?" he asked, questioning her observation just as he'd done Stan's similar one. "...Okay. So what do I do about it? Sitting here talking about feelings with girls like this...Fuck. I can seriously feel my balls falling off here. Just tell me what to do."

"Excuse me?" She squeaked, offended by the remark. "I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that. It's simple. First, it's obvious you like him, but do you like him enough to give up everyone else for him?"

"Dunno" Kenny admitted. "I never cared enough before, but hell, I'll try anything once. Lately all that mushy shit's looking good."

"Really?" Wendy's eyebrows arched, surprised and impressed by his remark. She curled her hands under her thighs to keep herself from scooting closer toward him. "I don't think it's a good idea to test that on Butters. He's too easily hurt, and if he's got feelings for you, you can bet that they're real. Test yourself instead. And you can do that by allowing some of the mushy things. See how it makes you feel. I recommend starting with a kiss."

Kenny nodded his head a few times, mentally taking notes. Wendy surely knew what she was talking about. Testing the waters was a good idea. Kenny decided he could do that. It'd be just like trying something new in bed, only far less kinky than he was used to. "...Help me out?" he asked.

Wendy didn't need a second invitation. She lurched forward, curling her arms around his shoulders as she brought her lips down hard against his.

Kenny closed his eyes, letting Wendy control the situation. He might've been more experienced in bed, but Wendy was more experienced in love. Kenny noted how her lips were touching his. Firmly, yet softly. No tongues. Just passion being expressed, but a non-sexual kind. Kenny grew hard despite this, because hot damn, Wendy was a fine kisser and she was vigorously attacking his mouth. He finallykissed her back, trying to copy the lip-lock exactly as she was doing it. It was strange feeling a face so close to his during a moment of intimacy. Shit, it was strange just having his clothes on. Still, it was bearable. Enjoyable even.

That was it. She was wet. Soaked. Wendy may have higher standards than even Kyle Broflovski, but she was also a perfectly functioning teenage girl with enough rabid hormones to keep a bonfire blazing through a blizzard and Kenny was H-O-T. Hot. She instinctively drew herself closer, finding her way almost into his lap.

Kenny kept up the loving smooch, unsure if or when they should stop it. His hands rested on the small of Wendy's back instinctively as he too moved closer toward the girl. Kenny opened his eyes, and found his baby blues locked with Wendy's chocolate browns. Eye contact? That, too, was strange to Kenny, but also rather exhilarating. People's eyes told amazing stories, and Kenny could literally see

emotions he was stirring up in Wendy.

Wendy smoothed a hand across his cheek, reveling in the fact that she was the first allowed this pleasure. Damn Butters for stealing his heart! Part of Wendy wondered if not giving in to his allure had been a mistake. The practical side laughed at the notion and finally pulled away from the kiss, pausing briefly to rub her nose affectionately against the side of his. "So, how was that?"

"Nice" Kenny replied. "...Really nice," he then added. His voice was a sincere combination of surprise, lust, and amusement. Kenny kept his face close to Wendy's, smiling at her. "...It's funny. The only time you'll do me is when I'm ready to settle down, and when I think about actually doing it, it's for a guy...Sucks for us, doesn't it?"

Wendy smiled, her face still against his, fingers idly stroking his skin. "What can I say? I've always had a thing for guys in love." She allowed one last smooch before prying herself away and bending to retrieve her trash from lunch. "So... try that on him. I'm eager to find out if anyone actually has the power to make Kenny McCormick's heart melt."

Kenny was a bit eager to find that out himself. While Wendy was a great kisser in her own right, Kenny couldn't help but think of Butters in the aftermath of the experiment. Would the kiss be as nice with Butters? Better? Worse? The fact that Kenny was even thinking about this instead of the fact that he'd finally made out with his long-time holdout girl spoke volumes by itself.

"Should be interesting. Thanks, Wendy," Kenny said sincerely. His hands finally left Wendy's back, but one made sure to brush against her hip as it dug down into her jeans pocket, taking back Kenny's cancer stick.

The girl gasped, trying not to let the tingles overthrow her nerves and melt her bones. When his hand retracted, she let out a quick breath and smiled. "Good luck." Not that he'd be needing it. Butters was as good as putty.

Kenny lit up his recovered cigarette and contemplated this newest turn of events, which Wendy decided was her cue to quietly leave the area. She headed in the general direction Bebe had stomped off in, half hoping to find her best friend and half hoping she'd miss her in the crowd of students still at lunch. The brief passion Wendy and Kenny had shared probably didn't make Wendy the best company. Unfortunately, Bebe couldn't be missed standing by the double doors leading back into the building, glaring daggers at Wendy as she approached.

Fuck, Wendy thought miserably, and then smiled, pretending like everything was A-okay. "So, uh, do you think Britney Spears is really pregnant with twins by her mom's secret boyfriend?"

"I think you're a whore; that's what I think!" Bebe exclaimed. "I knew you'd chase after me. I just didn't think you'd have to make-out with Kenny first! Jesus!!"

At first, the words stung; Wendy wasn't the type to steal guys away from her enemies, let alone her friends. And then the guilt burned into a tempered irritation. "If that's how you want to play, Bebe, I'd say you're the one who's a whore. You knew I had a crush on Kenny back in junior high, way before he even registered on your radar, but that didn't stop you from spreading your legs for him the second he hit on you, did it?"

Bebe pouted. She stubbornly crossed her arms over her ample chest. "That's different!" she insisted. "He didn't want you so I..." She paused. That was insulting, and in reality, it was more like Wendy refused Kenny despite her crush. Kenny liked anything with a vagina. At least until that jerk Butters came along. "I just...You were...It was that...He..." Bebe sighed. "WHATEVER!" she finally snapped. 'Whatever' was girl-code for 'You're right and I refuse to admit it.' As a result, tempers were able to begin cooling between the two females.

"Look, the point is that Kenny isn't really into either of us anymore. He really likes Butters. We both need to let it go," Wendy said, trying to be helpful.

"The hell's so great about Butters anyway?" Bebe questioned. Jealous venom filled her voice as she spoke the name of the male blonde.

Wendy and Butters had never really been friends, but her and Kenny had formed an oddly close relationship over the years, not to mention her continued friendship with Stan. It was impossible that she didn't see Butters quite often, and she knew a lot about him. Without hesitation, she began to answer Bebe's question. "First, you can't deny that he's cute. He always smells good, his skin is even softer than ours, he's smart, he's funny even though he doesn't mean to be, he's loyal, he's a great friend, he's helpful, he's the best cook in South Park, he's sensitive, he's compassionate, and if Kenny's word counts at all, he's the best lover Kenny's ever had. He goes on for hours about how good he is."

"YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" Bebe shrieked again. Her question was rhetorical to begin with, and the knowledge that Kenny went on and on about Butters was something Bebe definitely didn't need to know right now. Her anger quickly became replaced with growing sadness. "God, I'm so -stupid-! Why would I ever think he liked me for real? My mouth's as big as my boobs sometimes."

"Yeah," Wendy agreed gently. "Bebe, I seriously don't get what the big deal is anyway. You never liked him before, remember? He was just some fun. We both know he isn't the only guy you do things with, and even though you try to hide it, I'm sure he knows that, too. What's one less penis to stick in your cooch? Just buy another dildo! One that vibrates. That's something Kenny could NEVER do for you."

"Yeah well, that was before. Come on Wendy, you know how Kenny is. He's more charming than those other guys. More good-looking. More fun to be around. More honest. More a lot of things! And now some guy comes along and suddenly my pussy isn't good enough for him?!"

Wendy stared blankly at the other girl for a beat, then sighed. "I know he's all those things. Why do you think I've been mooning over him for the past five years? But come on, Bebe, we also know that he doesn't have an ounce of those lovey-dovey feelings for anyone. He never has. And now Butters has miraculously jump-started his heart. Even though it isn't you, isn't it great that he may be turning over a new leaf?"

"No! God, I need ice cream," the blonde decided sadly.

Wendy sighed again, this time aggravated at her friends selfishness. "We'll go to Dairy Freeze after school. And think of it this way: If Butters can turn Kenny around and they don't work out, that means one of us has a chance of winning him over next."

Bebe paused. Wendy's words had a silver lining after all. "...Yeah, I guess that's true. Thanks Wendy."

Wendy offered a wry smile and linked her arm through Bebe's. She didn't mention that she hoped Kenny and Butters would work out. Though she'd by lying if she said she didn't want Kenny all to herself, she still couldn't help rooting for Butters. The fact that he was actually tugging Kenny's heartstrings meant there was something magical in the works; and besides, they looked absolutely hot together.

"Come on, let's go reapply our make-up before class. You smeared your eye-liner."

Bebe sighed, calming down finally. "Okay," she agreed. She headed off with her once again best friend, the two forgetting about all things Kenny.

At least for now.

The day ended and began again. With it came the scheduled rendezvous for Butters and Kenny. The horny blondes walked toward Kenny's house after school as they'd done numerous times in the past. Today was slightly different though, because today, Kenny couldn't take his eyes off Butters. The kiss with Wendy was on Kenny's mind, but Wendy wasn't. Rather, Kenny's curiosity about kisses had stayed

with him. He wondered what it would be like with Butters. He wondered if Butters was now kissing those other guys. If he'd kissed any guys before, and if so, would that make him even -better- at it then Wendy?

At the same time, Kenny wondered if he could truly go through with the lovey stuff.

Butters hummed the whole way, keeping himself entertained through the short, boring walk since he no longer allowed himself to engage in casual conversation with Kenny. He picked a few wild flowers along the way, sniffing the candy scented petals deeply before tossing them back, not even realizing they kept smacking into Kenny, or that Kenny was too busy watching him to even notice. Butters pushed his way through Kenny's familiar front door, comfortable after so many times of entering, and made his way back to the bedroom. He began leisurely undressing, no longer passionate about removing clothes from each other like before. He was sure Kenny thought that was too intimate, too. He was still humming as Kenny closed them soundly into the small room.

Kenny brushed the flower pedals off of his person before removing his clothing as well. Another thing Wendy said the previous day had resonated with Kenny as well. Butters' behavior was definitely odd, and was likely being inspired because of somebody else. If Kenny was truly going to figure out Butters, and what he actually wanted behind all the recent mixed sign, they were going to have to talk.

Butters flung his boxers in the general direction of the window and laughed when they caught the edge of Kenny's tall floor lamp and hung suspended from the rim. He turned--completely unashamed in his nakedness--and frowned as he looked down at Kenny's still soft member. "Why the heck has it been so hard to get you hard?"

Kenny shrugged. "Guess I've been overworking it lately." Kenny approached the bed, but stopped short when he realized he was passing by his dresser. A light bulb went on inside his mind. "...Wanna get kinky? That might help," Kenny said.

"Boy, do I!" Butters exclaimed, already getting hard himself. He couldn't help himself; he loved Kenny. Slutty, unaffectionate asshole or not, being near him always had that sort of effect on Butters.

Kenny headed to his dresser. He dug underneath some neatly folded clothes, causing them to wrinkle once more. Finally, Kenny revealed his idea to spice up the sex act.

He pulled out some handcuffs.

Butters eyes widened at the gleaming object. "You're gonna arrest me?" He asked, half afraid in his oblivious innocence.

Kenny laughed and walked toward Butters, his naked arm waving the restraining object in the air as he approached. "Nah. Don't have the cop outfit. Just gonna cuff ya. Little submission stuff."

"Sub-submissive?" He stammered nervously, bringing his knuckles together. He heard a metallic click and looked down. Kenny had locked a cuff around one of his wrists and began pulling him closer. "Oh, Jesus." He swallowed, feeling a rush of endorphin sweep through his stomach.

Kenny "forced" Butters over to the bed, keeping their nude bodies close together. Their penises touched as they rose, the boys each getting further aroused by the second. This time though, Kenny knew he had to remain focused on the task at hand. He placed the unused handcuff end around one of the posts to his bed's headboard, locking Butters into place. Then he took a seat beside the trapped boy. "We gotta talk."

Butters was already having trouble keeping his breathing regular. He loved surrendering himself to Kenny; the added imprisonment sent a surge of lust through him he hadn't expected. "T-talk?" he asked stupidly, not quite following. At the moment, he was having trouble focusing on anything except his growing arousal. He needed Kenny to touch him.

Kenny sighed. He had a naked, helpless, hot guy in his bed, and he wanted to talk to him?

Yeah, Kenny's brain decided. We're a fucking girl now.

"Yeah. I can't believe I'm saying it either," Kenny told Butters, frowning slightly. Kenny laid down on his side, with Butters on his back. "What's up with you dude? Seriously."

Butters just stared at him, then stated the obvious, "Well, my wiener." Hamburgers, Kenny's lips were sexy. His eyes were sexy. His voice was sexy. The way his hair fell over his brow was sexy. Butters whined a soft moan, straining against the cuffs.

Kenny reached his hand out, wrapping it around Butters' organ. He gave a few small strokes with no sense of passion. He gave Butters just enough to keep him hard, but not enough to make him cum. He didn't want to give Butters blue balls, but Kenny also needed information. if he had to play a little good cop/bad cop to get the job done, so be it. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Kenny asked point blank.

Butters squeezed his eyes closed, gasping for breath. "B-boyfriends are for...for bleedin' heart pussies." Another Kenny line.

"Okay. Then what is it?" Kenny asked again. "You aren't yourself lately."

Butters reopened his eyes. It was a little confusing seeing Kenny's face that way--concerned. Butters didn't think he'd ever seen him look like that. "I'm just tryin' to be more like you, Kenny."

Kenny blinked. His stroking hand ceased its movement. "Huh? Why would you wanna be like me? I mean I know I'm cool and get lots of ass and everything, but that's not your style."

"I don't like my style," Butters admitted. He relaxed a little against the sheets, easing up as Kenny's touch faltered. "I don't wanna be Butters. No one likes him."

"And you think anyone likes me? I'm a slut, remember? If you want love, you aren't gonna get it copying me, dude. You're only gonna turn it down 'cause you're too used to fucking for fun. You're used to it, and you think you can't ever change. Maybe that you don't wanna change...." Kenny looked Butters over again, speaking personally as he continued to speak. "And then some guy will come along who worships the ground you walk on, and you'll have to turn him down because you don't wanna hurt him by staying a slut. And then you're gonna realize how much that can suck. Especially when everybody else around you is all in love and saying how great the shit is.....Unless you were talking about friendship love, which is bullshit, too."

"I don't know what you're sayin'," Butters responded softly, feeling himself begin to melt under that baby blue gaze. "I'm not looking for any stinky love. I just wanna have a good time."

"Okay, fine. You just like to fuck. I'll buy that. But you're hot enough to get sex without acting like...Like me! Fuck, dude. You don't even treat me like your friend anymore. And I am your friend when we aren't fucking."

Butters shook his head. "Now, that ain't true, Kenny, it says so right on the rules list. Number eight: No hanging out between session. We went over all that before anything else an-and we agreed we would rather do the nasty than be friends anymore. Why, you've been awful good at not being my friend no more this whole time. I'm just learnin' to follow rules better like you told me."

Kenny frowned. His whole hand ceased its rubbing. "I'm really that bad?"

"No, you're not bad at all, Kenny," Butters said, always the one to be encouraging. "You're real good at everything, and that's why you're so good at shifting me from your friend to your toy." Even Butters heard the waver in his voice on the last words. He was getting pretty good at being a slut, but he found the emotions weren't going away. He'd have to work on not caring about what happened outside of the bedroom with Kenny.

Kenny's cock softened as emotions overtook him as well. "I didn't want us to stop being friends, really. I just didn't want you getting attached. I never want anyone getting attached, 'cause I've never been able to do that shit. I'm still buddies with Stan and Kyle even though I'll never fuck 'em. I can be friends with people and keep it in my pants too...Just with you, I found out I didn't have to, so I didn't."

Butters bite into his lip hard as the words stabbed through him. He felt the tears burning beneath his eyes and quickly blinked them back. "I'm not attached to you," he spat nastily, glaring, which was quite ineffective when Butters did it. "You don't need to worry any about that; I've got my own toys to play with now. I don't need you all the time no more."

"Butters, please stop acting like me," Kenny said softly. He was now practically starting to beg the other boy. His hand moved up Butters' body, brushing back a strand of hair out of Butters' face that he couldn't get himself with his dominant, handcuffed hand. "Seriously, you're better than that. You're gonna lose your friends, you're gonna lose your toys, and when it's all over you won't even have the love. And you actually want the love. You always have. This life...This is a step backward for you. I liked you how you were. Before I knew you even liked cock we were boys. You got me to like you being you. Then you made me horny being you. If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

"That's not true!" Butters yelled, angry in his own right. "You told me so! You told me you didn't like me no better than Clyde! And you hate Clyde!"

Kenny blinked, thinking back to the conversation in question. "Huh? Dude, when I told you I treat you all the same, I meant in bed! I don't kiss anybody. I don't date anybody. In bed it's all the same to me, get it? I hate Clyde out of bed, and I like you out of it."

Butters furrowed his brow and dropped his head down and to the side, refusing to look at Kenny anymore. He wasn't going to let Kenny trick him into being a pussy little melvin again.

"Butters, seriously..." Kenny said. He moved in closer to the other boy, somewhat giving Butters a form of the post-sex cuddling he usually snuck in.

"I'm losin' my erection," Butters forced through his teeth, still looking away.

"I'll owe you an orgasm, then. You know I'm good for it. But first we gotta figure this out, and you've gotta look at me."

"You owe me two orgasms," Butters quickly bargained, still trying to retain as much of his new slut persona as possible. "And I don't wanna look at you. No face to face, you're gettin' too cozy."

"Butters, I miss you," Kenny admitted. "All that lovey crap I said no to? I was used to it with you. Even though I said no to it, it didn't really bother me either. And being friends outta bed? I liked that, too. I want all that stuff back."

Butters wriggled in his cuffs, grunting as he tried to break free. "It's too late for me. I'm a no good whore and there's no going back. I like not feelin' nothing'. It's a lot better than being pushed away all the time."

Kenny sighed. He placed his hands on Butters' bare hips and applied pressure, pinning the struggling male down onto the bed. "Save that energy for the sex, tiger."

Butters struggled a moment and finally gave in with a tremendous sigh. He kept his face averted as he spoke in a low, threatening tone--At least as threatening as Butters could get. "Now you'll have to work me up again cause you've gone and made me angry."

"Butters, I don't wanna push you away anymore," Kenny said softly. "And I definitely don't wanna fuck myself. I wanna fuck you. The real you. Sorry I tricked you like this, but I needed to know what the hell your problem's been. Now I know it's me, and I wanna make it better and get you back to normal. Okay?"

Hesitation. Butters contemplated the offer, examining it from every angle. It sure would be nice not to have to do dirty things with all those people anymore; he'd even already gotten Sally Turner and almost threw up on her. Vagina's were kinda funny smelling. But he didn't much like showering Kenny in affection that was only snubbed. He wasn't so sure he wanted things to go back to the way they were. "Normal" was a place filled with unrequited love, useless hope, and a mountain of rejection. He took a deep breath, still irritated, his cherubic face contorted in displeasure. "Why?"

"'Cause I like you normal. In and out of bed. Besides, I'm getting curious about this love stuff. It's new to me, but sex was new to me once and I really liked that. Maybe I'll like this too."

"I-I don't think I wanna be a guinea pig," Butters decided. "Why don't you just experiment with Clyde or somethin'? He's awful good at giving instructions."

Kenny shook his head. "I don't want Clyde. Not for something like this. I want you baby," Kenny said with a wink, turning on his charm once again.

Butters bit his lip, feeling a tingle of arousal whisper all the way down to his toes.

"Your hardon's back," Kenny observed. "You know you want this too." he curiously leaned down overtop of the helpless boy, getting his face a few inches apart from Butters'. "Look at me."

They both heard the glitch in Butters breath, felt the sudden escalation of his pulse. He'd be a gonner if he turned his head; he'd be lost in the game again, overcome by the magic, by the charm. A low whimper escaped. "No. I can't-can't do that, Kenny."

Kenny pouted. "Yes you can. Why not?"

"It's a rule," he said after a moment of choking for an excuse. The truth was that he was already far past "attached" to Kenny, and if he looked at him, it would be too obvious to hide. Then maybe Kenny would hate him again.

"Oh, fuck the rules!" Kenny decided with growing frustration. "If they're gonna fuck up what we have going they must not be good rules to begin with." His hands found the sides of Butters' face. Slowly Kenny turned his head, careful not to be too rough and snap his neck. He took a deep breath and braced himself. He hadn't initiated this kind of thing before and honestly had no idea if he he'd be any good at it, but he had to try. He kissed Butters full on the mouth whether Butters wanted it or not, and he did it with just as much aggressiveness as Wendy's mouth, if not more.

"Mmmmmm!" Butters whimpered in protest, his back arching off the bed as he pulled his arms frantically against the cuffs. The velvet lining bit into his wrists, but it was thankfully too soft to break skin. Rockets went off in his head, but he wouldn't allow himself to concentrate on what was happening; his goal was breaking loose before it was too late.

Kenny held the kiss, and Butters' face in his hands, honestly not sure where to go next or how soon to go there. His own personal curiosity was answered though.

Loving kisses were fucking awesome!

Butters muffled whimpering began trailing off into something akin to a purr; he stilled beneath the softness of Kenny's lips, gave one less enthusiastic yank of the handcuffs and finally let himself go slack against the bed. A warmth accrued from somewhere deep within, slowly consuming his flesh like a patient lick of fire.

As he felt Butters' thrashing body relax underneath him, Kenny's kiss softened. His hands found Butters' hair, brushing through it as they began a slow make-out session. When Kenny felt Butters finally returning the affection, he reached up and freed the boy's hands from their restraints while moaning into his mouth.

Butters arms snapped immediately around Kenny's neck, no longer concerned with getting away. He was completely gone, completely Kenny's. To heck with the rules. Butters had never made out with anyone before, but like everything else sexual, he was a natural. His tongue glided with deceptive expertise, his lips parting and puckering and sucking at just the right moments. Kenny's moans seemed to be finding their way straight to Butters' member, and it pulsated in time with the hard, steady pace of his heart.

Kenny returned the loving kiss. He too had never made out with anyone. At least not romantically. This was a first, but it was an enjoyable one. This kiss lasted far longer than the one with Wendy, and was far hotter in Kenny's opinion. The dirty blonde finally broke the kiss to catch his breath. He noticed that he and Butters' respective penises were stiff as could be. Kenny got off the bed and returned to his dresser. This time, he pulled out lubricant and quickly returned to Butters' side. "Tell me how to make love."

Butters clung to him without hesitation, reuniting their lips urgently as he straddled Kenny's lap--face to face, oh hamburgers--his hardness pressing heatedly against the others'. His lips formed a heated trail down to the base of Kenny's throat, something he was sure no one had even been allowed to do before. "Touch me more," he panted hotly. "Kiss me everywhere."

Kenny followed the instructions, treating it as he would any other instructions in bed. He started by kissing along Butters' smooth, boyish face, his hands finding the backs of his legs, rubbing up them until he reached his ass.

Butters quivered at the contact, clutching tightly, closing his eyes as Kenny kissed his lids. His breath came out in gasps. "Don't...stop."

Kenny didn't stop, as requested. His lips traveled down to Butters' neck, copying his actions from earlier, which Kenny also found to be pleasant when he was on the receiving end. Kenny moaned into Butters' skin. He was still hard. He wondered if all lovemaking-style sex was going to be like this where it took a bit longer to get to what Kenny always considered to be the 'good stuff.'

Butters hugged his thighs around Kenny's hips, his fingers streaming loving through his hair. When Kenny moved back up to kiss his lips, Butters nuzzled tenderly against the side of his face and leaned forward, forcing Kenny's back against the mattress.

As Kenny felt his backside hit the bed, he decided Butters was ready to move on to something else. Kenny gave Butters' ass a gentle squeeze and handed him the lube, letting Butters do whatever he wanted to. He'd been through a lot lately, and it was all for and because of Kenny. Butters deserved a reward after all that. Kenny's tongue entered Butters' mouth, slowly stroked along the inside of it.

Butters grunted a series of soft moans into Kenny's mouth. His limbs trembled weakly, pliable and bland with tenderness as he opened the lube with lustful fingers. He reluctantly broke the kiss and sat up, his knees straddling Kenny's waist, and let a drop of lube drip onto the center of Kenny's chest Butters moistened his fingertips in the tiny puddle and touched them to Kenny's nipples, circling with slow, sleek precision.

Kenny gasped. His dick twitched with excitement at the new sensation Butters was giving him. Pre-cum released onto Butters' stomach as the blonde teased Kenny's pink nubs. Kenny kept up the last request, kissing his way down Butters' chest next, using his tongue to circle Butters' nipples the way Butters was teasing his.

"Kenny- please- Kenny," he panted out, ecstasy overriding functioning thought. He needed Kenny inside him now, but his moans were taking precedence over words, and he couldn't seem to get the request out. Gosh, he hadn't even gotten around to applying the lube to Kenny's shaft and was already quickly melting into a helpless mass of pre-orgasmic matter.

"What? I'll give you anything you want," Kenny said lustfully. This lovemaking stuff was intense! Butters was subjecting Kenny to incredible new feelings all over, including in his body, and that was no easy task. Kenny liked it, and he desperately needed more of it. He needed more of Butters.

Butters fell off of Kenny's lap and practically fainted onto his back, pulling Kenny on top of him. He parted his legs and bent his knees up, hoping Kenny knew what he wanted. He moaned helplessly into his mouth, initiating more tongue play, one arm locking around Kenny's neck, the other nudging the bottle of lube into his hand. Butters gulped hungrily for oxygen when Kenny pulled his mouth away, looking thoughtfully into his eyes. "Please," Butters managed again, his voice quivering. "Do it to me, Kenny. Nice a-and slow."

Kenny's mouth wordlessly found Butters' one more time as the dirty blonde took the lube in one hand and cupped Butters' balls in the other. Kenny furiously applied lube to his own sex organ, pre-cum spilling into his own hand as his moans vanished forever down Butters' throat. Kenny brought a lubed digit to Butters' entrance, preparing his hole for actual, pure missionary insertion for the first time.

Butters pulled Kenny in for another kiss, this one more tender then the others. His lips brushed softly against Kenny's lips, his breath lingering warmly. Kenny kissed back, also slowing down his passion. He was learning to truly appreciate lovemaking as he went, and it felt incredible so far. If slowing the pace meant more of this, Kenny was all for it. His finger slowly moved its way inside of Butters as their lips continued to bind them together as one. Kenny's normally closed eyes were now opened, literally and figuratively, as he stared down at Butters' beautiful face. Kenny's tongue stroked Butters' like a gentle paint brush, their ragged breaths and hot moans colliding.

Even once fully inserted, Kenny fingered Butters slowly and patiently, teasing him and making him want more. Kenny's mouth broke the kiss once more to breathe. "Oh, shit..." he panted, amazed at how good this was feeling. Kenny wondered what the hell he'd been missing out on all these years. His lips continued to travel up and down Butters' upper body, his warm lips making contact with all of Butters' face, neck and chest, with his tongue exploring the boy's nipples.

Butters parted his lips to speak, gasping a few times before managing to form words. "Kenny, please," he wheezed out.

Kenny nodded understandingly and removed his finger. He crawled his way between Butters' legs and guided his member to the entrance. Kenny mounted Butters and forced their lips together one more time, his body enveloping Butters' as they joined together, each boy desperately craving the other. "Butters" Kenny muttered again and again, lustfully calling his lover's name as he began moving his hips back and forth, remembering to grind slowly.

Butters clung to him, hugging him close, marveling at the feel Kenny's entire weight pressing down on top of him. Goosebumps cropped up along his skin when Kenny began chanting his name; he'd never heard Kenny saying anything with quite so much emotion behind it. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions flooding him. He didn't realize it would be quite this intense. Tears burned behind his eyelids as he realized fully that his mushy, lovey feelings for Kenny weren't just some stupid girl crush; he was really in love. He uncurled his fingers from Kenny's shoulders and began softly caressing his back, desperately trying to quiet his own moans to better hear his own name coming like a prayer from Kenny's sweet tasting lips.

Kenny tried to keep his moans down as well, but was failing miserably due to the new, mind-blowing pleasure this act was bringing him. He muffled his cries only with Butters' mouth, kissing him quickly whenever a too loud moan was escaping his throat. The bed creaked beneath them as Kenny drove himself in and out, his hips rubbing back and forth against the insides of Butters' legs like two boy scouts trying to start a friction-induced campfire. His hands groped at Butters, gently caressing his sides as they moved together, no naked limb going unused as they had their way with each other.

Butters writhed beneath the confines of Kenny's body, moving against him in perfect rhythm. Kenny was going slow; Dear Sweet Jesus, it was slow. And deep. And warm. And unbearably delicious. The delicate pressure in his lower stomach coiled tighter, intensifying the pleasure with each thrust, every kiss and caress and breath. "nnnnuhhhh... Kenny!" he cried out, his arms wrapping around his neck and slowly pulling him closer. He let his face find its way to the crook of Kenny's shoulder and shuddered as he came long and hard, softly grunting his release.

A shiver of pleasure shot up Kenny's spine when he felt Butters' warm cum splash against his stomach. Kenny cried out, his eyes closing tightly as he expanded inside of Butters' tightening ass. He drove himself balls-deep into Butters, joining him in sweet release. "Mmmm!" They held each other tightly as they came, and Butters kept his face buried against Kenny's neck even after the last of their orgasm had subsided. He sucked in oxygen greedily and gently nuzzled. This was probably when he'd get thrown out, he realized, and hoped this would be a day Kenny wouldn't make him leave right away.

Kenny smiled warmly at his lover as they caught their breaths. It was the first time Kenny had stared Butters in the face after their lust. That, too, felt nice, as did the post-sex cuddling, Kenny realized. Kenny removed himself from inside of Butters, but for once, he allowed Butters to cuddle him for however long he chose to do so. Kenny even returned the affection. He'd always said he'd try anything once, and the dirty blonde decided he was glad he'd tried this. Slow, loving sex was apparently just as hot and crazy as the greatest kinky, lust-inspired sex Kenny had ever participated in.

In fact, it was better.

Butters basked in the warm comfort enveloping him, savoring the security that came with the loving embrace. Butters arm was draped around Kenny's waist, his fingers idly stroking his side. The smaller blonde was exhausted, completely spent, wonderfully satisfied. He tried to keep his eyes open, but soon his wheezing slowed to deep, even breaths. He licked his lips with a dry tongue, managing a soft whisper. "...I love you, Kenny," before settling into a deep sleep.

Butters' revelation wasn't news to Kenny. The advice of their mutual friends coupled with Butters' love-seeking in bed had made the level of the boy's affection clear to Kenny. Kenny wasn't quite sure if he was able to reciprocate the dreaded L word just yet, but he was definitely a step closer to it than he'd ever been his whole life. Since his lover was already asleep, Kenny decided to join him and worry about dropping the L bomb later. For a guy like him, there'd be no going back once he said it. His feelings for Butters had clearly gone beyond lust. Even emotionally-charged lust. But did Kenny really have the nerve to declare love now that he'd gotten back what he'd missed so much?

With a yawn, Kenny decided he'd worry about it more tomorrow.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!