I had no idea how stupid it had been to not lock the door. It would have been suspicious, but it would have prevented this little incident.

Kenny bursting in, looking fresh from…uh…his activities, Kyle hadn't even pulled out of me yet. God, I had been so stupid! As if it wasn't embarrassing enough to be a noisy fuck, being walked in on while your best friend's pounding away at you is definitely no better.

We hadn't talked that night. Just quickly cleaned up, got dressed, and went to sleep. Separately, of course. In the morning, it was only small chit-chat that our lips moved. Not one out of the three of us knew how to bring it up into conversation (not that it was going to be me, Hell no!). Just thinking about it gave me a queasy stomach.

Don't judge me. I have a very weak stomach.

I knew it was only going to get awkward on the walk home, I knew it. Kenny and I had to go the same way to get to our respective homes, and without snow tires I couldn't just drive back. Damn Colorado weather.

I kissed Kyle softly when no one was looking. "I'm sorry," he muttered silently. I knew what he was going to say. It had been his idea of a thrill to leave it unlocked; being caught was a little fantasy that could make him go wild no matter what mood he was in. But it wasn't supposed to become reality; he knew it would eat away at me until no end. I just gave a small smile, the one I used to give to Wendy in pity.

"Don't worry dude." I kissed the end of his little freckled nose, sighing. "I…I'll try to talk to him."

"I'm going to too, as soon as I can. Not fair to make you do all of the work." He blushed into the kiss, little hypocritical prude. I love it to death. Call me gay if you will, I am after all. At least for my super best friend, I can make an exception. "I'll call you as soon as we get back from Ike's hockey game, alright?"

Stereotypical. Canadian's good at hockey. I laughed, pulling my hat on my disheveled mess of black hair. "Alright. Cheer extra hard for me."

Kenny and I didn't say anything for a good ten minutes into our walk. We didn't even acknowledge Cartman as we walked past him, nor Tweek as the twitchy blonde accidentally bumped into us. I guess the both of us were just too focused on trying to think of the right words. I know I was, and once we reached the end of the block, I prepared my tongue.

"Kenny, I-"

"Stark's Pond." His face was hidden up in his hood, and it was only because of years knowing how to translate his garbled speech that I was able to understand him.

I didn't understand the reason, though. "…why there, dude? Haven't gone there since we were kids."

"It's quiet. Private. I'd rather talk there." He shrugged his shoulders, eyes all the while avoiding mine. Obviously, he was embarrassed at stumbling in, his hand still around his…ugh.

I can't bring myself to say it. It sounds so…dirty. Even I can be a hypocritical prude.

My nodding head was a sufficient answer. We skipped the turnoffs, heading over to the usually ice-cold waters of Stark's Pond. Due to all of the new videogames out now, a lot of the neighborhood kids didn't even bother coming here anymore. Only lonely old fishermen and horny teenagers came here anymore, including me. Sometimes you didn't need a warm bed to tousle your hair and stir those fuzzy desires. I was glad for my coat and red scarf, wrapping it tighter around my neck. I never remember being this cold when we were younger.

Then again, I never remember the shit that happened as a kid ever happening to anyone else.

We sat on the dock, careful of the ice. No need for the poor kid to die like this. All it would do was postpone the discussion and piss us off. This wasn't the day for same-old, same-old.

"…Stan? How long?"

I shivered a little, drawing my knees up to my chest while I felt my sore rear start to grow numb from the chill. "For what?"

He pulled back his hood, and I noticed him scoot closer to me. His hands shuffled around in the parka's sleeves, from what I guess the action to be trying to warm his fingers. "How long have you and Kyle…been…?"

I groaned mentally. "Together?"

Though it wasn't the word we probably thought of, it worked. I watched him blink for a moment, nodding. "Yeah. How long?"

"Couple of months. Only the third time for…that."

Apparently, Kenny was joining in on the hypocritical prude train. I was going to have to coin that phrase and make some money, at this rate. He ran his bare fingers through the choppy blonde mane he sported so well and sighed. Sighing seemed to be the new "in" thing as well. It looked cute on hi-

Whoa. What?

He looked at me, and I felt a red on my cheeks that wasn't from the cold. "I…I'm sorry."

You'd have to dish out the jaws of life to break up the tension between us. I just gave a little chuckle. "You're fine, Ken. We're surprised, though." After all, Kenny was the biggest boob addict on this side of town. "…what got into ya?"

I watched him frown and rest his hands on the brown faux fur trim of his parka. I knew he was threatening to hide himself, to hide his embarrassment. "I don't know." He grumbled, using a hand to shove my shoulder. "Because you look hot as the chick of the relationship."

Okay. That got me flustered a little bit. But it was a male competition game, we both knew it before we spoke the words. "Shut up Kenny!" We were both grinning now, giving fake angry faces. "You're the one having a little hands-on session."

"Wouldn't have if you weren't horny as rabbits."

I gave him a playful shove. "Next time you better pay. No more freebies."

He shoved back, and our hands locked in the play-fight. "Only if you get more interesting things shoved up your ass."

"Oh that's it!" I growled, both of us standing up and pushing each other towards the trees. We weren't out to push each other in the freezing water, after all. I felt my shoes dig into the cold snow as I grasped his waist, trying to pin him to the ground like some sort of WWE wrestler. Kenny just braced himself, pushing back and throwing me off to the side.

"That all you got Marsh?" He chuckled, bending down and prepared for another move. "That shit on TV doesn't work in real life!" I met him as he rushed me, his shoulder pushing against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug-like move, spinning us around as our feet fought to push the other over.

"We'll see about that! You're going down McCormick!" came my reply, making my voice go deep like one of those wrestlers' voices. It roughed up my throat, making me laugh and cough at the same time as Kenny dug his heels into the frozen ground, stopping our spin.

He grabbed the sleeves of my coat, fingers desperately holding on. He had that look on him as he whipped his stare up to meet mine. That look meant that he wasn't going to give up so easily. Fool's courage. He had his lips cocked up in that mock-Elvis impression. Then, in as much of a deep voice as he could, he replied with a simple: "I'd like to see you try, little man!"

It got us both laughing to a point where our manly wrestling match was more like a couple of drunken bums using each other to keep from falling on their faces. The snow kicked up at our feet, soaking the bottom of our pants and seeping through our shoes. We didn't care. The contest was still on, Kenny closer to the bottom.

"Aha!" I pushed all of my weight on top of him, determined to pin him and win this once and for all. I was almost successful.

Until he shoved a big huge snowball in my face, that is.

I coughed, forgetting for a moment that I was close to victory. "Son of a bitch!" I focused on removing the offending cold material for my skin, and hand the wind taken out from me.

Kenny grinned from above, that cheeky little bastard. Snow still clung to my face, numbing my nose. The blonde had straddled my hips, his hands holding mine up above my head. It didn't occur to us this seemingly close position. I just frowned as he grinned wider.

"Gotcha."

Again, what a cheeky bastard. "You cheated." I tried to yank one of my hands away, determined to make him suffer the same snowy doom he had forced upon me. "I'm going to make you pay for that!" He didn't even let me up, just pushed my wrists deeper into the snow.

"If you can stop enjoying being on the bottom for once, I'd feel real threatened." There was pink on his cheeks, and I just dismissed it for the frigidity of our surroundings. As if to make my threat null, he flicked more snow onto my face. "Admit defeat, Stan!"

I shook my head, feeling my hat slip off a little. Great, like I needed wet, cold hair. "Never!" I laughed, kicking up with my feet as best as I could. All I succeeded in doing was flicking snow the opposite way and flopping around like a fish. Damn it. I wasn't ready to call it quits just yet. "I will win this!"

"Dude, I top. You lost." He leaned closer, just to laugh closer to my face. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

"Get any closer and I might just bite ya!" I bared my teeth and clicked for good measure.

He faked shivering. The motion from where he was sent a surprise jolt up my spine, causing me to gasp out a little bit. Kenny raised his eyebrow. "Why Stan Marsh, I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff." He apparently didn't notice my little moment of weakness. "I'd like to see you try."

So I did. I raised my head, teeth enclosing on the closest thing I could: his bottom lip. Now I didn't bite hard, I had learned my lesson on that. Blood is not a turn on, and all it does is make me quea-

Whoa. What? What the hell am I thinking!?

We froze for a second. It wasn't hard to do with the chill out, after all. But both of our eyes were wide, my teeth still clamped lightly on his lip. I did feel him give a light shiver again, this time it was real. He tightened his grip on my wrists, and pushed his head forwards.

What the hell!?

He must have realized his mistake, he pulled away. In my self-shock, my bite had loosened and left my mouth half-open. Kenny frowned. "I…sorry."

"Don't be." Did I just say that? God, what the hell was I doing!?

"What?"

He let me sit up, still straddling my lap and one of his hands grasping the rough material of my wet coat. "…what were you thinking last night dude?"

He frowned, eyes avoiding mine again. Great. Awkward once more. "You mean why the hell you and Kyle were fucking, or something else?"

Was that spite in his voice? All it did was make me growl in annoyance. "I meant why the hell you thought it was cool to jack off to our fucking." I must have shocked him with my bluntness, I know I sure as hell did. I'm not a perceptive kind of dude, so any inner thoughts are usually lost in translation. And I couldn't translate why Kenny looked so hurt when I said that.

"Fuck, I don't know." An honest-sounding answer. But it was a lie, he just didn't know it.

"Fuck, you do know!" I grasped his coat right back. Our moment of anger wasn't at each other, we came to realize. It was just confusion and frustration. Kenny tried to shift out of my grip. I had no intention of letting go, and the fabric strained under my hand.

"Let me go Stan. I don't wanna get into it."

"Too bad. Tell me, damn it."

He was persistent, I'll give him that much. But even though he could pin me, He couldn't out-muscle me. Both of his hands gripped at mine, trying their best to remove it. "Since when did you care so much, eh!?"

I felt guilty. The poor dude looked ready to cry. But I couldn't let up; it was "my inner jock." I had to win somehow, or suffer the fate of trying. "Since we were friends, after all. Now tell me."

"…no."

I pushed my face closer to his again, because the frustrated growl in my throat would only let me speak so loud. "What the hell's your problem, Kenny!?"

"You! Kyle! You two!" He blurted, baring his teeth at me again. "That's my fucking problem!"

I must have taken it the wrong way. I saw red for a moment; forced myself to calm down. "If you have problem with what we do together, you can go shove it."

"I don't! It's…"

I softened. God damn it, I thought women were supposed to be the confusing ones! I let go of my death grip, it becoming a casual hand on his shoulder. "It's what?"

He sighed, clenching his teeth. "…what's it like?"

There's not a lot that can catch me off guard, or at least I'd like to think. But that mentally knocked me on my ass. "…huh?"

"Forget it, fuck it." He tried to get up, but there was no way in hell I was going to let up now. I was close to getting through that cryptic prick's message. He gave a light "hmph," narrowing his eyes at me. "I said forget it Stan."

I sighed. "It's…well…what do you want to know?"

Kenny forgot about his earlier message, crossing his arms. "What's it like being with Kyle?"

Damn, he was adorable when he was flustered. Gah! Damn it Marsh! Since when did I think other boys were cute? Oh wait… "Like being with anyone you like, I guess."

"You and I both know I didn't hook up with kids because I liked who they were."

I clicked my tongue. "Then I can't explain it, dude."

I felt my cheeks grow hot at his next sentence. "Then show me."

"…what?"

His face softened. "Just pretend I'm Kyle. Show me?"

Whoa. WHOA. Holy shit. Fuck! "…uh…"

"You wanna know what I was thinking?" Kenny was known to shock the socks off of people, but I was still getting over his last statement. "When I was watching you two? How much I'd like to be one of you. There. I just want to feel that for once."

Holy shit.

The blonde continued. "Dude, everyone can see it. I know you guys think no one notices you oogling each other. I notice. I want to know what it feels like. Can you show me, just for a little while?"

"Dude, I'm not going to pretend you're Kyle!" So wrong…I didn't want to cheat on my best friend with my other friend! This was insane! I brought my hand to grip the bridge of my nose. "Jesus Christ…"

I felt him shift. "Fine. Forget I said anything." He didn't move this time though, and his voice was laced with more disappointment more than venom.

I felt the sigh slip before I could stop it. "…Look. I'm not going to pretend. Fuck that." With that, I reached over, cupping his chin and turning his face. I don't know what possessed me, but I leaned over and gave him a little, innocent peck on the cheek. It was the same thing I did to Kyle when we first started our little secret dating.

He was confused, I could see that plainly. Something that didn't need translating through this fucking human body language. "…dude?"

"You said you wanted to see. I'm showing you." I nuzzled my nose closer to his neck, wrapping my arms around him like some sort of big protective guard dog. What the hell was I doing?

He shivered, his hands still on my chest as the space between us quickly disappeared. It felt so different than Kyle or Wendy. His skinny frame gave him a more fragile aura, and I didn't want to break him. "C'mere," I mumbled, shifting him so that he could curl up closer on my lap. Adorable little bastard.

One of his hands broke free of my grasp, brushing away a few strands of his hair before he moved to mine. My hat had fallen off in our little argument, and it lay soaked in the snow. I felt his fingertips brush at my scalp, playing with a few tweaked-out strands. Our foreheads touched, and I noticed how much his shivering really was from the cold.

"Jesus Ken." I pulled his hand down in my own, using my other one to unbutton my coat. It was thick material, meaning that at least my shirt was dry inside. Dry, and warm. "C'mere, you're gonna freeze." He didn't have to be told twice as I felt his skinny arms wrap around me. It was enough to make my skin tighten a little bit.

My generosity earned me a small smile. "Thanks dude."

His eager insecurity was too cute. Too fucking cute. With that smile, there went my hope of ever looking at him the same way again. Where was that pervert I knew best? I just chuckled, basically cuddling him closer and resting my chin on top of his head. He sighed, leaning his ear on my chest.

"Dude. Gay."

He knew I was only teasing. He snuggled closer, and I was positive he was listening to my heartbeat. "Shut up Stan. I'm cold."

Yeah. I bet you are, Kenny. I bet you are. I just slowly ran my fingers through his hair, still soft from the shower last night. "Hnn." My other hand just curled up around him like a little protective shield. It wasn't hard to do. I had a few pounds of muscle on the guy.

His little mumble of protest was lost to my ears. I felt him rubbing his hands slowly up and down my back, one of them coming back to grasp at the fabric of my shirt just above my bellybutton. The muscle automatically twitched, that jolt running through my spine and back down between my legs. I gave a little moaning sigh, turning my head to kiss his cheek.

"Careful down there," I whispered. "I don't want blue balls."

I felt him chuckle evilly. Ah. Kenny's back. "Who says I won't finish you right here?"

I felt that pang of guilt again. I shook my head. "Not that, dude. Please."

Kenny out of all people should understand. I wasn't the cheating kind of guy, and even though no one knew Kyle and I were an item it was still the law. I couldn't cheat on him like that. I'm not that much of an asshole. "Alright," he breathed, curling up closer. "Alright."

"Thanks."

I felt him chuckle as he let himself slip a little bit away. "You're really warm. Never expected that."

"Dude, do you have a crush on me or something?" I held him closer, giving a little yawn. Cuddling was always the nighttime sleeping activity, not the daytime I-think-that-one-of-my-friends-needs-some-comfort activity. I couldn't help but droop my eyes, even in the cold.

"Yes. Kyle too." I felt him lift up his head and kiss under my chin, smiling as his lips left my skin. Well damn.

"Surprised me. I thought you liked boobs."

"Look where it got me every stinking time."

"You have a point." I chuckled, looking down. Our noses brushed up against each other, eyes half-lidded in that supposed-to-wait-for-summer sleepiness. Lightly, he brought his lips to mine. I almost forgot to close my eyes and kiss back, but I did at the last possible moment. It wasn't a passionate kiss. I don't think that's what Kenny truly wanted, anyways.

I didn't know he was out looking for a little puppy love.

I think we stayed curled up with each other for a good fifteen minutes more. I was perfectly comfortable, except for the detail that I was sitting in snow and that my ass already needed time to recover. I grabbed my hat, and we pulled away from each other and sat up. The lack of each other's body heat made our shivers even more pronounced.

"It feels like that all the time?"

Sometimes Kenny could be naïve. When it came to sexual things though, that's where he was champ. Emotions like this didn't have a place in sex. I shrugged as I re-buttoned my coat. "Most of the time. It's inhuman to think you won't be fighting. Two people can't agree on everything."

"Oh." He sighed, digging his hands into his pockets. I already wanted to invade his personal space yet again and make that fuzzy feeling come back. Damn it…I'm getting too gay for my own good.

"Listen. I guess me and you are cool, but you should talk to Kyle when he gets back today. Want me to call you when he calls me?"

There was nervousness on his face. I guess he was making it easier for me to read him, where unlike before he was hiding it right out of my reach. "Yeah. Don't tell him anything though, okay?"

I mentally crossed my fingers. You can't expect me to not prepare Kyle for the fact that Kenny's going to be fawning over him and possibly pull at his heartstrings. Kyle's a lot less mushy than me, I'll admit that. Years of dealing with Cartman gave him that talent as natural as breathing. "Alright man. I won't say a word. You get all the glory for telling him he's the object of your wet dreams."

Another play push was my reward for my horrid joke. "Hah. Thanks." We parted ways, heading back to our individual homes to change and warm up.

Adorable bastard.