A/N: This chapter should prolly be rated as M. If you're uncomfortable reading scenes that even remotely have sexual indications, you should turn back now. You've been warned.
-----
It was the weekend again, and instead of having all four boys over at Stan's place to study, it was just him and Kenny. Kyle hadn't spoken to them for a while (Prolly Still upset we didn't tell him sooner, Stan thought) and they hated Cartman, so why bother inviting him? Especially after the way he tried to kill Kenny himself last week.
Thinking back, Stan had to thank Cartman for that; If it wasn't for him, Stan wouldn't have told Kenny he likes him then and there – he'd still be in denial.
So, anyway, it was just the two boyfriends now. Stan reminisced as he lay awake in bed at 1:42 AM, Kenny on the floor across from him. Does Kenny honestly sleep in that parka? Closing his eyes, Stan began to fall into a kind of sleep…
Kenny blinked as he woke, uncurling from his position. He saw the floor of Stan's room and wondered what he was doing there. Ah yes…he thought. It's our 'study' night…Looking up at Stan's bed, he saw the boy shift. "Stan? You awake?" he whispered. "Mmmmn…. Kenny… I'm cold…" came the quiet response. Kenny grinned. "Want me to warm you up, babe…?" A small mumble came from his love's bed, and Kenny took it as a 'yes.' He walked over to the bed and slid in beside Stan, under the covers. Stan immediately curled up, shifting to get as close to Kenny as he possibly could. "Mmmm… That's…. better…" he said, feeling under Kenny's parka. Kenny groaned lightly, face and body heating up instantly. "Stan… stop it…" but the truth was that Kenny didn't want this to stop – no, he wanted it to continue. "Aww, come on, Ken…" Stan said quietly, laughing. "No fair…"but he did as his boyfriend asked and receded; now simply playing with Kenny's bangs. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Kenny rolled over to pin Stan down by the shoulders, attacking his lips fiercely. He probed Stan's mouth with his tongue, and torturingly came away to kiss his way down Stan's neck. Slowly he reached the shoulders, bringing the neckline of the baggy shirt down, clenching with all his might, and paused to release hot breaths on his boyfriend's neck. "Oh… Kennyyyyyy…" Stan moaned. "You…"
Kenny nodded, now using his tongue to trace his way back up to his love's lips, lingering there and kissing him again. He repeated this movement twice more, until he became tired and Stan's moans were deafening. How can his parents and Shelley not hear this? He wondered. Perhaps they were sound asleep. "Are you… done?" Stan panted, eyes still remaining shut tightly.
"Do you want me to be done?"
"N-no… I want… more… more…"
"Okay."
Kenny now took Stan's shirt off completely, running his hand down to feel the abs his boyfriend had. "Mmm, so muscular," Kenny said. "So sexy… And it's all mine." He made quick work, kissing Stan in almost every spot his upper body had available for kissing, licking Stan's nipples (Stan had jumped at first, but had again calmed down and allowed the thinner boy to continue) and eventually tugging down on the Boxers Stan was wearing. "K-Kenny!" Stan exclaimed; anticipation, excitement and anxiety lacing his voice. "You're… you're going to…"
"Yeah," Kenny whispered, slipping his head under the covers and grasping the part of Stan's body he had been lusting for the whole night. "Yeah…" And just as he opened his mouth…
Kenny sat up straight, finding Stan sound asleep in his bed across from him. A… a dream? He asked himself. Was I really dreaming all that…? It seemed impossible, but sure enough, Kenny found his pants had been wet slightly. Good thing I woke up before…that… or it would have been a disaster. Secretly he wanted to know what would really have happened. Stan's moans were still ringing in his ears, torturing him as he stood up and walked over to the bed. He slipped himself in once more (For real this time) and cuddled up to Stan, who didn't stir. Kenny smirked and pinched Stan's thigh. "Hey," he whispered. "You awake?"
Stan moaned, much unlike the wild cries he'd sounded in Kenny's dream. "Nnn… Yeah, now I am, thanks to you. What is it?"
"I'm cold," Kenny said simply. "And I'm lonely." Stan laughed at this, linking hands with his boyfriend's. "It's okay, I'll keep you warm. Night, baby." He said, giving Kenny a quick goodnight kiss on the nose and closing his eyes to sleep again. Kenny grinned, also feeling slumber creep up on him. His last thoughts were: Why am I so perverted? This is good enough for me.
-----
A/N: Different enough for you? Please review!
Also, please note that this is probably the first time I've written something of this sort. Excuse the suckiness.