Kenny didn't know what to do.

First of all, finding out that he was in fact the one that told Cartman about him and Stan was enough to make his skin crawl. What would he do if Stan found out? What would Stan say? Kenny decided he never wanted to find out. Stan would dump him. He knew it. Kenny took in a deep breath. How could this have happened? He hadn't been out drinking lately, and especially not with Cartman…

Kenny sighed deeply and walked out of his room. He had kept his coat and hood on even while he was home, and decided that he'd go out and visit someone.

So he found himself at Kyle's house 20 minutes later.

"What?!"

Kyle's response to Kenny's story was basically what the blonde had expected, albeit a tad louder. "Yeah," Kenny said, "Apparently I told Cartman about me and Stan…"

"And you Don't remember it?" Kyle asked, tilting his head a little and putting a finger to his chin in thought. Kenny shook his head in response. "Nope, not at all," he said simply. "I guess I must have been drunk…"

"I thought you weren't going to drink anymore."

"I haven't for at least a month! …As far as I can remember, anyway." That was what troubled the poor boy the most. He couldn't remember getting drunk, but he couldn't think of another excuse as to why he'd tell such a sadistic pig about his relationship with Stan. It didn't make sense.

"What if Cartman was lying?" Kyle asked quietly. Kenny barely heard his Jewish friend. Still, he thought about the suggestion, and it seemed to make sense. He had to know, though:

Why did Cartman lie, and who really told him?

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The rest of the day passed uneventfully for the two boys. Kenny was still uneasy about this entire ordeal, and Stan just wanted to know the truth. Kyle was also curious, but he decided to look into it on his own (or so Kenny had suspected).

Kenny needed something to calm himself down, so the first thing that came to mind was death.

Nah, I don't really feel like dying, he thought. He hated getting killed, anyway. The only thing it was good for was a day or two off of school, but other than that…

He snuck into his brother's room and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Kevin was stupid, he wouldn't notice if something was missing until he looked for it. But by then Kenny would put the box back, and Kevin would think that he used the last fag himself, not Kenny.

Kenny liked that about Kevin.

He took out the last cigarette in Kevin's pack and lit it, enjoying the smoke. Smoking was a rare thing for Kenny; he didn't easily get addicted to things – in fact, he could go long periods of time without drinking or smoking or any other bad habits like that. Besides, Stan hated it when he smoked.

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That night, Kenny had another dream about Stan. This time, though, it went a bit further: he'd actually have his mouth around Stan's length, having his way with it… but then, he wouldn't have enough and would pull away (after Stan had filled Kenny with his essence) to go even further…

That's where it stopped that night. Kenny let out an anguished sigh. He knew Stan wasn't ready for that – Stan had pushed away quite a few of Kenny's advances thus far, and probably wouldn't accept them any time soon.

Kenny ruffled his own golden locks in agitation. He had no clue if Stan knew what was going on. Was Stan doing this on purpose?

Did he even know he was torturing Kenny?

But then Stan couldn't possibly know. He seemed way too innocent to know. He sighed, picking up the phone and calling Stan before school. "Hey," he said when he heard his boyfriend's voice, "Stan, wanna meet at my place and go to school from there?"

"Sure," Stan said, agreeing soon enough. He sounded tired; maybe he forgot to set his alarm last night?

"Tired?" Kenny teased. Stan couldn't see Kenny sticking out his tongue and winking, unfortunately. Stan simply groaned in response. Wow, he sounded exhausted. "What were you doing, Stan?" Kenny asked. "Jerking off?"

"Kenny!" That woke him up. Whoa, wait… was Stan jerking off?

"Were you?!"

"No! Actually, I was up late last night doing homework, and my dad was drunk and had friends over…"

"But yesterday wasn't a weekend…"

"Try telling dad."

The boys both laughed. Stan hung up first and Kenny once again became nothing more than a large mass of sexual frustration.

Well, aside from that, he needed to put some pants on, but didn't want to get out of his bed. He also considered changing the shirt under his parka (he'd worn it to bed, of course). It was an old T-shirt sporting a band name, probably some smooth jazz band from before. Maybe Coldplay? He couldn't remember any more.

He rolled out of his bed onto the floor, then picked his lazy butt off the ground and went to get dressed.

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Half an hour later Kenny was dressed, barely fed, and out the door on his way to Stan's. He wasn't exactly chipper this morning, what with all the annoyance he'd been put through upon waking. Over-thinking thins always made everything more complex.

"Hey Kenny!"

Stan was walking towards him, clad in his usual brown jacket and hat in spite of the weather actually being warm today for once.

"Hey Stan," Kenny greeted, smiling as best he could given his current frustration.

Stan put a gloved hand in Kenny's to give it a squeeze before setting off towards the high school. Kenny couldn't take it any more. Stan was just too cute for his own good.

He stopped Stan by blocking his path, leaned in and kissed him hard, pushing his tongue between soft, perfect lips to feel around and memorize every little detail. Stan hadn't pushed away: good sign, so Kenny continued.

Finally, they pulled apart and Stan ran away, laughing and shouting back, "C'mon, we'll be late! I don't want you to fail!" And Kenny had to agree, otherwise they wouldn't graduate together.

Though at the time, he would have rather pushed Stan down and had his way with him, not caring who saw. His eye twitched to find that the idea was making him increasingly uncomfortable. In fact, his pants were getting a little tighter.

But as he followed Stan to school, Kenny really had to wonder: was he doing this because he was attracted to Stan, or did he just want a lay out of him?

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner. Ugh, writer's block, and won't even let me post new chapters. Stories, sure, but not chapters.

Anyway, hopefully I can squeeze an update for something in before Christmas, be it this story, a new one or Suicide. Ugh, I'm so busy that I doubt I'll be able to, but here's hoping!

Love you all! Happy Holidays!