Kenny wakes up with a start, blinking rapidly to keep from falling back asleep. He sneaked into Butters' room the night before, a practise he's gotten a bit rusty in over the past month. Kenny has been keeping a low profile ever since Stephen Stotch chased them down the street with a loaded gun. The asshole even barred Butters' window a few weeks ago. But he couldn't keep them apart at school, where they'd meet secretly between classes and fool around.
The bars came off just last week, on account of Butters not displaying anymore "deviant behavior". They'd planned for Kenny to sneak in so that they could have a proper first time on a proper bed.
Now, the walls of Butters' room are illuminated with early morning light and Butters is snoring quietly beneath him, his mouth agape. Kenny smiles fondly.
He stretches and tries to shift away but Butters' hands at his waist stop him. He blinks owlishly at Kenny, tugging him down with a soft smile on his face. The blanket falls, and the cold of the room hits Kenny's exposed back like ice. He knows he has to leave, but dropping down into Butters' warmth and burying his face in his neck is a much more appealing option.
"G'morning," Butters says and yawns.
"Mornin'," Kenny says croakily, his eyes falling shut again. "I have to go soon."
"Not gonna let ya," Butters grumbles against Kenny's skin, fingers digging lightly into his sides.
"Have to," Kenny murmurs back, and groans. "I don't want them barring your window again."
Butters sighs, his hands slipping. "I know."
"Mmm." Kenny rolls away and drags the blankets off of Butters, bearing his soft, naked body. Butters shivers and complains at the sudden cold but the view is worth it.
"Wanna fuck?" Kenny's hand is already rubbing up Butters' smooth stomach, raking his nails down his hip.
Butters laughs, sounding raw from sleep, "You just said you gotta go."
"We've got time for a quickie." Kenny slowly slips his hand between Butters' thighs, carefully avoiding his dick and smiling when Butters gasps as his finger traces behind his balls, pushing the the tip into him. "Mmm, you're still loose from last night, baby."
"K-Kenny, jeez." Butters grabs at Kenny's hand to still the finger from probing further. Kenny meets his eyes, worrying for a moment that he was overeager, but Butters just gapes up at him, breath gusting hotly onto Kenny's face. "Why do ya gotta be so…" Butters waves his hand and huffs, pulls Kenny into a messy kiss, and Kenny's finger twitches involuntarily deeper.
"Ah-okay," Butters concedes, eyelids fluttering. He reaches under the pillow to grab the half empty bottle of lube they'd used last night. "But we gotta be real quick."
"Woo-hoo!"
Butters giggles and turns onto his stomach, resting his chin on his arms. He's still shivering and whining about the cold, but his hips are wriggling like he's trying to surreptitiously hump the mattress. Kenny squirts lube onto his palm and grasps his own dick. He gets into it, fucking into his slick fist as he admires Butters' backside; from the light freckles on his shoulder to the soft dip in his spine, to his pert round ass, Kenny loves the way it tightens with each little thrust.
Kenny squeezes himself and grabs Butters' ass with his other hand, slips a thumb between the cheeks and rubs at the hole a little before pressing inside. It gives easy just as it had the night before, hot and eager around Kenny's fingers.
He pulls his thumb out and traces the rim with a finger, gently massaging the tight skin there before pushing into it. Butters keens and breathes heavily. Kenny keeps jerking himself, imagines coming all over Butters like this, all over his back and his ass, rubbing the jizz into his skin with his dick. He wonders if Butters will let him when they have the time, he makes a mental note to ask.
"Well, hurry up back there, Ken," Butters says breathily, breaking him out of his reverie.
Kenny pushes Butters' knees apart and settles between them. He grips himself and nudges the head of his cock against Butters' ass, starting to push in slowly. "Fuck," Kenny shivers, his thumb rubbing at the stretched rim around his cock as he slides it in. "How do you always-always feel so good."
He settles in all the way, grasping Butters' shoulders tightly. It feels amazing, having his cock engulfed in such a tight heat; he can feel Butters' twitch and tense around him. The birds start chirping outside, and that's a good thing for how loudly Butters is groaning into his pillow.
"Oh God, Ken…" He says.
"Shh shhh, hey, you okay?" Kenny asks, rubbing Butters' shoulders in what he hopes is a comforting manner. He's dying to move, but Kenny stays as still as he can to let Butters adjust.
"I'm… I need...," Butters murmurs, shivering. Kenny rolls his hips without thinking and Butters gasps, throws his head back.
"Sorry, sorry-" Kenny says and starts to pull back.
"Fuck me Kenny," Butters commands quickly, reaching back to grasp at Kenny's hip and wriggling his hips back into his. "Now please, please."
Kenny's head falls onto Butters' shoulders and he thrusts into him, feels Butters' body shake underneath him as he does it again, and again. It's slow at first, careful and steady until Butters moans and drops his head, pushing his ass back into each Kenny braces himself over Butters and fucks him fast, the slick smack of skin against skin echoing and matching their gasps for breath.
The room gets brighter, warm hues of light shining on Butters' pale hair and skin. Kenny never wants to stop doing this, never wants to be apart from him again. He shoves in deep, holds Butters thighs apart so he can go faster.
"O-oh, Jesus, Ken," Butters pants, ass lifting each time Kenny nearly pulls all the way out. "More, more, gosh please!"
The bed rocks with them, wooden bars creaking at the force of their movement. Butters cranes his neck back and Kenny angles his head, their lips barely meet but to touch and breathe against each other but it's good, it's amazing.
"Almost there, baby," Kenny says, biting the back of Butters' neck. His rhythm slips as he struggles to properly thrust at all, being caught each time by Butters rocking back onto his cock.
He squeezes a hand between Butters' stomach and the bed, finds the head of his dick wet and leaking into the sheets.
"Come for me," Kenny says, voice low as he lets Butters' cock wetly slip into his fist, Butters whimpers. "They can't hear you, c'mon," he urges, "wanna feel it while I'm inside of you."
Butters gasps and grinds back into Kenny's lap. "Kenny, fu-fuck, I-!" He tenses as he comes hard into Kenny's fist, jizz leaking between his fingers.
Kenny rocks his hips faster, biting at Butters neck to keep from moaning. Butters reaches back and pets Kenny's head. "Okay Ken," Butters says, tangling his fingers into the strands. "Just keep, keep, ah…"
Kenny's balls tighten and he arches back as he comes, muscles tensing and shivering at the pleasure as he bucks his hips a few more messy times into Butters. "God fucking shit." He collapses, his body going lax on top of Butters as he strokes the back of Kenny's head.
"I really have to go," Kenny sighs, going soft inside of Butters. The room is bright and warm, signalling they're well into the morning and Butters parents could wake up any second now. This time Kenny doesn't think Stephen Stotch will be as hesitant to use that gun on him, not when he finds him in bed with his son.
Butters whines and tugs lightly on Kenny's hair. "No."
Kenny kisses his shoulder. "I know, don't wanna leave you."
Butters lifts his head and tries his best to look over his shoulder at Kenny. "Then I'll just have to go with you, I'll go with you anywhere."
"Careful, talk like that'll land you on the wrong side of the tracks," Kenny laughs ruefully. "Literally, 'cause you'd be at my house with an impending life sentence of being grounded."
"Well Ken," Butters says, slow and quiet, still running fingers through his hair, "I figure being with ya's worth a million groundings."
Kenny goes still, then shifts his hips and pulls out slowly, carefully, though Butters' breath hitches at the feeling. He then gently turns Butters over and stares down at him, eyes narrowed. "You mean that?"
Butters laughs, quick and delighted, as he lightly touches Kenny's cheek. "O' course I do, silly! I love you."
Kenny just looks him for a moment, dumbfounded by his luck, and then breaks out into a smile. He imagines what it will be like leaving this town, going anywhere else in the world and knowing that Butters will go with him, knowing he wouldn't be alone.
"Then we will, but not yet," Kenny says decisively, he kisses Butters and pulls away, not minding the cold on his skin as much now. "But I'll be back tonight, and tomorrow night, and every night until we've got enough to make it on our own."
Butters smiles at the promise, and lets Kenny leave before his parents wake up and notice he was ever there.