Ryan awoke to the feeling of muscular plastic arms cradling him as he sucked his thumb like he always dreamed Barbie would suck on his d-

Wait… Muscular arms? Ryan opened his eyes to see none other than Ken, his gelled hair almost aflame in the moonlight. Ryan let out a gasp, before quickly shutting his eyes again, hoping Ken wouldn't find him to be awake. This was embarrassing… He could feel his cheeks burn with both bashfulness, and unexpected desire.

Ken's chest was warm. He hated to admit it, but it felt… Nice… Having his head lean against his plastic chest. Wait, was that gay? Ryan was not homosexual. Obviously.

Before he knew it, Ryan was inside the dreamhouse, curled up on the couch, right next to Ken. He could sense that Ken had his eyes upon him. It made Ryan's stomach flutter, and he didn't know why. Maybe even the presence of someone so ugly and talentless was enough to make Ryan sick? He hoped to God he didn't have diarrhoea. Getting muddy brown poop stains on Barbie's couch was certainly not part of the plan.

The two just stayed there for a while. Ryan was still pretending to be asleep, hoping that Barbie would soon enter. Ken, however, sat upright, resting a hand on Ryan's waist. Occasionally, he'd do something like run a hand through his hair or grasp his hand. Ryan didn't understand… What was this feeling? He knew he should be pushing the other away, but it just felt too good to have this kind of closeness.

At the same time, it all felt so wrong, though; Ken was dating Barbie. He seemed so determined to be some sort of sappy "perfect boyfriend" – though obviously he never succeeded, because in reality Ryan was the perfect boyfriend – and was so caring towards Barbie. Usually, if he saw Ryan, he'd immediately start an argument, or try kick him out. Why was he doing this..?

Suddenly, Ryan felt Ken shuffling around. Was he finally going to throw him out? No, he wasn't… What he did next shocked Ryan. A lot.
He felt a warm hand lovingly stroking his cheek, and next thing he knew there was a pair of hard, plastic lips pressed against his own. His eyes widened in shock. It was Ken. Ken was kissing him. On the lips. That was so homosexual.

But… it wasn't bad. Ryan returned the kiss on impulse, passionately raising his arms to wrap them around the other doll's neck. Yes, this was what he wanted. He should have known. It wasn't Barbie – it was never Barbie – it was always just Ken. He had been seeking his attention for so long, and now he had it, he didn't want to let go.

The two sat there in a tight embrace, their lips never parting, for the longest time. They would totally have used tongues but they were unable to move them in such a way. Just that closeness was good enough, though, for Ryan. Tongues were icky and slimy, anyway. (Though Ryan didn't hesitate to write to the Barbie company, asking for models with tongues that could easily move)

Eventually, the two parted, and just stared into each others' eyes – beautiful, beautiful eyes - which had been skilfully painted on by some lady in a Chinese sweatshop.

"Y…You…" started Ryan. Though, he didn't quite know what to say. He looked at Ken.

"I… Y-You… You were singing in your sleep, a-and I thought that was the best way to shut you up!" Ken exclaimed, folding his arms. He was looking away in embarrassment. Though Ryan was happy, he was excited, and he felt his heart was about to burst, he could never let an insult like that slide. His voice was fucking amazing, and he was extremely talented!

"What!? You're lying! You like me, don't you!? Don't insult the great and talented Ryan just because you're embarrassed!" he complained, cheeks turning bright red.
Ken smirked and leaned in close, wrapping his arms around Ryan's waist, letting his hands go lower and lower.

"Well… Why don't you show me just how talented the 'great and talented Ryan' really is? And in exchange, I'll show you some of my talents."