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Chapter 5- What Games Are Fun To Play?
Like most all nerds, Kyle and Wendy enjoyed Star Wars movies. They came out of the latest release from the franchise, carrying their complimentary light sabers, and walked home together on the sidewalk.
"Those new special effects were pretty cool." Kyle remarked.
"What do you expect? They were pre-digitalized and pre-recorded and done up so much that I don't think the original movie is in there anymore," Wendy replied half-heartedly. She linked her arm in Kyle's and smiled. "But I'm glad we decided to see it anyway."
Kyle smiled back. "Anything to get you to stop talking about my damn childhood attachments."
"It's cute" she responded simply. "If you really don't want to be ridiculed, throw it out."
"No way, dude!"
Wendy smirked. "Then expect to get ridiculed."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Alright, well, now that I've got you AWAY from Blankie, what do you say we grab a bite to eat?"
Wendy nodded. "Sure. Where do you want to go?"
Kyle shrugged. "Wherever."
"That doesn't help. We have to decide where to walk toward."
"True," Ky admitted. "But we always have this problem when we go out anyway. We always have to decide if we're going to your place or mine, or our separate ways."
"We're very opinionated people," Wendy explained.
"Nah, I'd say we're both pig-headed."
Wendy's nostrils flared. "YOU might be pig-headed, Kyle, but I am STRONG IN MY OPINIONS!"
"And your vocal range," he remarked while holding his ears.
"OOooh," Wendy scolded while jabbing him with her light saber. "I'm just saying. I am NOT stubborn."
Kyle laughed. "Yeah, you're right, Wends. You're definitely not stubborn. So, then of course you won't mind that I would actually like you to eat with me at home tonight? Mom makes a mean beef stew."
"Oh, I'm sure she does. All right Kyle, I'll come over your house again and have dinner...And then I'll go home. Surely -you're- okay with that?" she asked, making sure to phrase it as a question.
"Well, of course!" Kyle leaned in closer to Wendy's arm. "You realize that after that we will have spent over twelve hours together?"
"Wow, really?" Wendy checked her watch for confirmation. "Jeez! I guess it's true what they say: Time flies when you're having fun."
Kyle shoved her. "That was lame, Wendy."
"It was not! Besides," she said and leaned over to peck Kyle on the lips, "I'm telling you I'm having fun with YOU. That's an accomplishment."
"An accomplishment?" he repeated. "What, like it's so hard to have fun with me?"
"Well, considering the kind of fun you'd like to have, yes."
Kyle dropped Wendy's arm and put his hands on his hips, stopping his steady stride forward. "And what is THAT supposed to mean?" His face reddened as he spoke, however, because he knew exactly what that was supposed to mean.
Wendy stopped as well. She turned to face him and sighed. "Kyle, do you know why I was reluctant to let you on the debate team? Why I was hesitant to let you over my house? It's because I know your reputation. I know what you want, and I know when you get it from a girl you tend to become bored with her."
At this point, it was impossible for Kyle to feel any shorter than he already did. He cowered in shame at the truthful words Wendy innocently relayed to him, making him feel two inches tall. "I...I...I'm not always like that," he stuttered.
"So far." she agreed. "And I'm impressed. But I doubt you can keep it up."
"I bet I can!" Kyle challenged. He felt the need to defend his honor.
Wendy smiled. "Kyle. Don't bet. I don't want you to lose."
He smirked. "Even if I lost, I'd still win."
"Kyle, don't hold out to prove some point. If you did, you'd be so stubborn about it you'd never get what you want...Even if I wanted you to sometime." She smiled.
Kyle's eyes lit up. "Are you saying-"
"No."
"But we may-"
"Don't think about that."
"I'm confused, Wendy."
Wendy smiled. "That's right where I want you to be. Alright, take me to that beef stew you talked about."
Because it was such a nice evening, Wendy and Kyle had to no problems walking to and from the movie theater.
And because Sheila Broflovski was a prying Jewish woman, and a mother, it was her obligation to embarrass Kyle over the course of their dinner.
"So Wendy, how long have you and my little Bubbie been dating?"
"Oh, well, we aren't really dating, ma," Kyle interrupted.
Wendy glared at him. "Yes we are." She turned politely to Sheila, disregarding Kyle's obvious want to change the subject. "Two weeks this Monday, Mrs. Broflovski."
"Oh that's wonderful." Sheila commented as she clapped her hands together.
"This stew is very good." Wendy remarked. Kyle just ate, feeling lost in the female conversation.
The meal went by quickly, mostly with girl talk springing up here and there in front of Kyle and Gerald's oblivious stares. They quietly sipped at their soup and allowed the women to converse. Sheila cleared the table and went into the kitchen. "Wendy, would you be a dear and help me out with dessert?" she asked from the other room.
Wendy smiled at Kyle, who had sunk low in his chair. If Wendy and Sheila were in another room, they were free to talk about Kyle however they wanted.
"Sure, Mrs. Broflovski," Wendy answered. "I'll be right there."
"She seems nice." Gerald commented to his son once the girls were out of the room. After years of marriage, Gerald had learned it was usually best not to listen in on female conversation, and it was also a good idea to get their own words in while they were gone, since they probably wouldn't get the chance once they returned.
"She...she's incredible," Kyle replied, obviously swooning.
"You know, Wendy," Sheila began as she took out a homemade apple dumpling from out of the fridge and sprinkled it with cinnamon, "Kyle is a very special boy."
Wendy smiled. "Yeah, he is." She refrained from being sarcastic as to how "special" Kyle was in front of his mother.
"And you are special too, Wendy," Sheila continued. "Kyle has never brought a girl home for dinner before."
"...Oh?" she said. The thought did make Wendy feel a bit special inside. Still, she was sure there had to be a reason Kyle didn't want his parents to meet the girls he'd be breaking up with soon enough.
"I was beginning to wonder if he would ever take a liking to girls. He used to spend so much time with Stanley, I was quite sure that..." Sheila's voice faded and she shook her head. "I'm just so happy for you two."
Wendy's eyes grew wide. What, exactly, was Sheila implying? Kyle liked girls. In fact, he liked them all too much. Come to think of it, though, Stan hadn't had a girlfriend since her. What did that mean? Her mind began to swarm with possibilities as she brought the individual bowls out to the boys in the other room.
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And so the boys made it back to Kenny's house. They took in the camping equipment and separated their personal belongings. Kenny made sure to hide his yet-to-be-used condoms in his back pocket for the time being.
"So..." Kenny began once they were out of things to do.
"So..." Stan agreed, also trailing off just as quickly.
Kenny's ability to suggest anything dirty had escaped him. He felt as though his brain was busted. On the unbearably silent drive back, he began processing his thoughts. He pondered his exact feelings for the black-haired boy in front of him. "You're the guest, Stan. You pick what we do," he offered, hoping for yet another bold statement.
Stanley shrugged. "We could go upstairs," he offered, which made Ken's eyes light up. "And play video games." Stan finished.
"We could do that..." Kenny agreed. Already the wheels in his head were cranked full blast on how Stan's words "video games" could secretly mean something--anything--else.
"You lead the way, dude," Stan said, gesturing for Kenny to pass. He was enjoying seeing Kenny's unsure movements. It meant he was human, too. And it meant that his guard was down. Stan had broken through his force field.
Stan entered the room behind Kenny. They each took a cautious seat on the edge of Kenny's bed, making sure to keep just enough distance between themselves. Neither boy wanted to seem obvious. Kenny did have a video game system in his room, it wasn't a very good one. He hoped it would die soon, as it tended to do, which would force the boys to do something else. Who knows? Maybe Stan was hoping that too.
"What game do you wanna play?" Kenny asked, once again assuming the role of the host. Stan shrugged, keeping his eyes glued to Kenny. Yep, Stan definitely didn't care what game.
"You don't care what game we play," Kenny surmised.
Stan blushed bashfully, fiddling with his folded fingers.
"...Well, my system is kinda shitty." Ken admitted. "Maybe we should try another kind of game." he said as innocently as possible. "That is, if you don't mind." he added, making sure to show respect to his guest.
"What kind of game?" Stan asked, equally as innocent. He was still embarrassed from earlier, when Kenny seemingly turned him down for being brutally obvious. He wanted Kenny to STOP playing his mind games and admit it himself.
"One where we both win," Kenny replied, grinning.
"...Oh?" Stan grinned in hope, seemingly getting the confession he needed. "I doubt there are many games like that."
"There is one..."
"Explain this game to me," Stan challenged as he crossed his legs on the corner of the bed and situated himself into a more comfortable position, gazing questionably at Kenny. "What are the rules?"
"Keep Away," Kenny said. "...Erotic Keep Away to be exact."
"...Kay...what are the rules?" Stan repeated, his eyes focused on Kenny's expression.
"Simple," Kenny replied. "You can't touch me."
"Can you...touch me?" Stan croaked, swallowing very hard.
Kenny shook his head.
"...Sounds fun." Stan replied, a bit sarcastically.
Kenny smirked. "Well, we don't wanna be all GAY about it."
"No. Of course not," Stan played along. He felt his nerves soothe as he slid inches closer to Kenny, breathing near his neck. Kenny looked at him with intrigue. "What? I like this spot of the bed better."
Kenny smiled. "And now we begin."
"Kay," Stan said, grinning wider now.
"Kay," Kenny agreed as he gazed into Stan's eyes.
It appeared the boys had finally reached a quiet agreement about their feelings for one another. Or at least, they'd finally agreed about certain feelings. That was a good start. Thank God!
"Now what?" Stan asked, leaning so far into Kenny's ear, he swore he could feel Stan's eyelashes on his earlobe. Just the warm, steady breath of his crush sent a warm blast all over his body. He turned to Stan, who gazed thoughtfully into Kenny's eyes.
"I lose," Kenny announced, smashing his lips against the soft, pouty lips of Stan.
Stan laughed slightly at Ken's inability to control himself, before quitting the game rather easily as well. His lips pressed back to Kenny's hotly, not even pulling back as his mouth curved from a pout to a big smile.
Kenny took the opportunity to bring his hand up to Stan's cheek, pulling it closer to his own face, if that were possible. He, too, smiled as they both fell back onto the bed, Kenny's chest pressing close against the boy beneath him.
Stan moaned, bringing a hand to the back of Kenny's head. He too pulled the boy down closer on top of him, if THAT were possible, and savored every moment of their long first kiss that they'd each been dying to do for what seemed like an eternity now.
Kenny pulled away, panting. "Toldja it was a fun game." he breathed. His lips barely inched away from Stan's as he spoke.
Kenny could feel Stan smile again as he went in for a kiss again, discovering Stan's exposed teeth. He felt all giddy, like a schoolgirl who found out about a school dance. He was pressed so tightly against Stan's upper body, their heartbeats melted together, forming a consistent racing beat. Kenny took the opportunity to pull back and reach for the bottom of Stan's shirt.
Stan moaned as he felt the blonde's warm hand creep inside his shirt and rub against his skin. He shivered, having longed for that feeling since they were naked together in the woods the night before. Stanley's hands decided to return the favor, making Kenny giggle as the raven-haired boy wrestled his top off up over his head.
Kenny threw the obstructing shirt off of his arms and onto the floor. He pulled back, placing a caring hand back onto Stan's cheek. He stroked it back and forth before going in for the kill once more.
Stan reached up, immediately exploring every inch of Kenny's exposed back, arms, and chest. He memorized the smooth feel to his calloused hands, and found that he would have lost in Kenny's little game the minute Kenny took of his shirt...had they really been trying to play it.
Kenny found himself moaning soon as well, quite enjoying Stanley's touch. The boys' tongues were soon probing one another's mouths. They weren't sure who initiated the Frenching first, but they were damn glad to have it going on. The irony was that they had been totally naked together the night before, and were totally alone, versus now with Kenny's family home and their lower bodies still covered. The fact that they didn't jump at the chance until now probably meant two things, whether the boys realized it or not. One, they were going to go crazy with passion at this moment. And two, they probably had a genuine liking for one another. If it were purely sexual, they could've gotten each other off in some many "friends with benefits" fashion and been done with it by now.
Still, it was hard--no pun intended--to not rip off each other's clothes. Stan found himself clawing into Kenny's back as Kenny's fingers lightly stroked Stan's back, from the nape of the neck to the trim of his jeans. "Hang on," Stan instructed as he peeled a curious Kenny off of him and shed his own shirt. Turned out HE was the most eager of the two. He fell back down to his mold in the bed, grabbing Kenny and taking him down with him. "Continue," he said.
Kenny did just that, grunting as Stan animalistically clawed his backside. Kenny returned the feeling with polar opposite light touches, massaging Stan's body up and down as their tongues hotly wrestled for supremacy inside of Stan's mouth, both boys moaning against each other's moist lips.
Stan mustered enough strength to pull Kenny's entire body over top of him. Although Kenny wasn't too heavy, the task caused Stan to grunt, rather loudly. Kenny pulled away from their kisses and turned his attention to the door. Unfortunately, his parents couldn't afford locks. Kenny put a finger up to Stan's lips and said, "Hold that thought." He leapt over to the door and shoved his old skateboard under the handle. He did NOT want to be interrupted. Giddily, he frolicked back over to his bed, literally pouncing on Stan. "Now...YOU can continue," he added, making sure to have the last say.
The boys began kissing again on the bed again. "You'd think I'd be nervous about this," Stan interrupted it to say. "I've never...uh...that is, I'm a...this is my first time." The last part of his statement was spoken in no more than a whisper. He looked down to the end of the bed where, conveniently, Kenny's exposed lower body blocked his view. Stan felt a deep, passionate kiss in response to his confession. He moaned before feeling Kenny pull away again. He whimpered slightly, not liking it when the blonde's lips left his own.
Kenny began to playfully kiss down Stanley's body, and finally cupped the boy's hot balls when his mouth was nearing his sex organ.
Stan had a hard time controlling the noises his mouth would involuntarily make. He tensed up as Kenny's warm mouth surrounded the entire length of his penis, and his hands shot out to Kenny's blonde mop. "Shit, Ken!" he squealed, practically ready to go right then and there. Stan was a virgin, sure, but what he didn't care to mention was that this is most action he had EVER gotten. "Ugh..." he groaned. His eyes went cross-eyed before rolling up to the back of his head. He fought with every fiber in his body to keep from exploding in satisfaction so soon, but it was too late. Kenny's tongue had performed tricks Stan didn't even know were physically possible. His body tensed as he felt himself on the verge. "Oh God," he moaned, tangling his fingers in Kenny's mane.
Ken's eyes opened as he felt Stan's hands getting a bit rougher with his head during climax. He had to admit, he liked it just a little. All he got was an eyeful of Stan's rising and falling stomach as the boy exploded.
"Guh," Stan murmured after an eternity of blissful, unbreaking silence. He tried to prop up his elbows, but collapsed due to the difficulty of the task. He sunk deep into the bed, unable to wipe the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.
Kenny wiped his mouth as he pulled away from Stanley's organ. He giggled a bit at his new plaything's sex noises, and then gently spread Stan's legs apart. "Feel good?"
"Yeah," Stan panted, smiling up at the blonde.
Kenny nodded and retrieved a condom. "Now it's my turn."
A huge grin spread across Stan's face as his head fell back onto the bed once again. "You...have to give me a little bit of time. To recover. From that," he explained.
Kenny brought his body up to lie beside Stan. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Stan's eyes remained closed and that silly toothy grin was still visible. "Oh yeah. I'm sure." He leaned over to Kenny's general direction, kissing what he thought was Kenny's lips. Turned out to be his chin. Stan never opened his eyes.
"Heh," Ken laughed slightly, rolling the lubricated condom over his fingers. "I'm glad you liked it," he commented. "...Um, my turn might hurt a little."
Stan's euphoria had clouded his logic. "How would it hurt me? I've...sucked on things...before."
Kenny let out a soft chuckle and kissed his newfound obsession. "You're so cute."
Stanley cuddled up to Kenny. He kissed him yet again, not wanting to stop their love-fest either.
"Mmm," Kenny moaned before pulling their mouths apart again. He ran a hand across Stan's cheek, making the other boy aware of his lubed fingers. "We can…suck things…if you want." Kenny offered. "Or I can help you with that virgin thing."
"Oh!" Stan exclaimed, inquisitively. Still, he made no movement with his body to say yes or no. "You...could..."
Kenny was alarmed. He was so turned on, he could barely breathe. Not only was the object of his affections in front of him...that object was a virgin! He wanted so badly to break that, but he didn't dare push Stan. He, too, sat, unmoving, waiting for the black-haired boy's OK.
Stan sighed, finally getting back to normal. "I don't know...I mean, I'd like to but..." He blushed as his voice trailed off. "I'm nervous."
Kenny nodded, bringing his hand downward on Stan's body, gently stroking his palm along the other boy's smooth flesh.
"Tell you what," he bargained. "I'll get you ready. It'll hurt for a second, but after that if you like it and want to, we can go further. If you like it and just wanna...do other stuff, that's cool too. And if you hate it...Well then I'll just stop and go home." He smiled.
"No!" Stan yelled. "I mean...I think we'll be fine. Just...go easy on me." He grinned. "I'm just a boy."
Kenny's lips pressed to Stan's once again. His free hand spread the boy's legs apart on the bed, giving Kenny more room to work his magic. Stanley's whole body tensed up as he felt the digits carefully starting to probe his backside. Ken was right-it did hurt a bit. He whimpered in initial protest, but Kenny just kept kissing and kissing his face until the first pains of virginity loss began to fade.
"How ya doin?" Kenny asked, after he could feel Stan's body gradually begin to relax again. "You okay?"
Stan laughed nervously. "It's weird...you wouldn't think something like that would feel...good." He looked into Kenny's eyes and gave him a nonverbal signal to keep going.
Kenny continued his fingering, while rolling the protection over his erection with his remaining hand. "I plan to show you lots of things that feel good," he said with a wink. Stan could only moan in response as his presumed new boyfriend discovered the location of his prostate gland.
"Guh," Stan mumbled in response again. He closed his eyes and let Kenny take him to levels of heightened pleasure. Something he'd only been able to achieve by his lonesome in a locked room. And even that didn't feel as good as..."GUH!" he sucked in a breath and opened his eyes wide.
Kenny only smiled.
"Oh fuck…fffffuck!" Stan let out a guttural sound and brought his hands and face up to Kenny. He attempted to open his eyes and stare at the incredibly hot blonde boy before him, but he could only see him through a glowing film that had produced over his eyes. It was unreal. He had never experienced anything so...out-of-body...
Kenny gasped, feeling Stan's legs tighten around his body. As he reached his climax, their mouths pressed together one more time. Their bodies, much like their rapidly beating hearts, were finally joined together,
He felt himself spasm uncontrollably, both outside and in, of Stan's body. Stan watched as his lover closed his eyes and shivered, taking extremely shallow breaths. Trying his best to remain as quiet as possible, Kenny let out a very long, very satisfying sigh afterwards and peered up into Stan's blue eyes. "We should play that game more often," he said through a smile.