Kenny woke the next morning to the sun shining through the blinds. He stretched out his tired muscles that ached from last night's activities. Rolling over he found Tweek spread out on top of Butters. HE looked so calm and relaxed.
Kenny felt the sudden need to pee but the only way out of bed was crawling over the two sleeping boys. He tried to crawl carefully as to not wake them but he slipped and ended up kneeing Butters in the side. Butters let out a startled grunt and peeked his eyes open.
" Well good morning to you too," Butters grumbled.
" I'm just trying to get to the bathroom," he said as he finished crawling the rest of the way over. Butters reached out and grabbed Kenny's wrist. Kenny looked back at him surprised.
" Thanks for last night," he whispered. KEnny's face broke into a grin. He leaned down and kissed Butters softly.
" No problem," he whispered back. Then with the bathroom calling still he took off out the door. Butters moved his fingers along the back of the boy on top of him.
" Hey Tweek," he whispered back. Tweek shifted slightly and then huffed. " You alright?" Butters asked as he twisted a fist into Tweek's hair.
" Hm, sore," Tweek muttered into Butters chest. Butters smiled warmly as Kenny entered back into the room.
" Do you want to run our lover a bath, Ken?" Kenny chuckled at Butters wording and gave him a nod. He went back through the door quickly. Butters heard the water start and sighed. " Tweek if you want a bath your gonna need to move," Butters said softly.
Tweek nodded and shifted slowly. He winced as a familiar pain, though not felt in quite awhile, shot through his spine. He went to stand up slowly but his knees gave out and he crumpled to the floor.
" Oh, hamburgers!" Butters exclaimed as he clamored out of bed to examine Tweek. " You alright, Tweek? Oh man we got to rough on you huh? Why didn't you stop us?" he rambled questions out. Bruises had formed on Tweek's his and thighs where they had grabbed him last night. His wrists seemed raw from the handcuffs trying to find his release.
" I didn't stop you because I enjoyed myself. I'm really sore this morning. Carry me?" Butters looked him in the eye trying to find a lie in his words. When he found none he scooped Tweek up easily in his arms.
Butters carried Tweek to the bathroom carefully as to not jostle his sore muscles to much. Tweek had his head laying on Butters shoulder breathing in the scent of him. He smelled like Butters and sex; It was intoxicating.
Steam drifted out of the bathroom as Butters opened it. Kenny was was leaning over the tub his arm under the faucet testing the temperature. He looked over when he heard the door and smiled at the sight of Tweek held in Butters arms.
" Bubbles and epsom salt just like you like it," Kenny said as Butters layed Tweek gently in the tub. Tweek melted into the water with a hum. Kenny heard the water from the sink run and then he was back at his side with a glass of water and Tweek's medicine bag.
" Whenever you're ready Tweek there's a glass of water and your med on the back of the toilet. Tweek hummed in response but did nothing else to acknowledge either of them. Kenny gave Butters shoulder a squeeze and they exited the bathroom.
" We left some really bad bruises on him Ken," Butters said once they had made it down to the kitchen. Butters started to get things out for french toast but Kenny could tell he was upset. " Was I too rough, Ken?" He asked finally turning around to face him.
" Kenny looked at him with confusion. " I don't think so Butters. If we had been to rough he would of let us know." Butters rubbed his knuckles together with anxiety at Kenny's words.
" It was his first time with that kind of stuff, Ken. I know I went too far for the first time. I just put those cuffs on him and then I did what I would normally do but Tweek isn't normal and…"
" Butters," Kenny said, shaking his shoulders. " Butters, everything was fine. Tweek liked it, I could tell. I've bruised him like that before Butters. EVerything is fine." Kenny pulled Butters into his arms as the poor boy shook in his panic. How many times had he done this exact same things for Tweek. Too many times to count.
" So I'm assuming somebody fucked up like I warned them they would," Cartman said cutting through Butters' sobs. Kenny threw him a glare so vicious you would think they were still childhood enemies. Cartman smirked at him, his eyes glinting with humor.
" Nobody fucked up, fatass. Everything is fine," Kenny growled as he held onto Butters even tighter. Cartman scoffed and placed his overnight bag on the table. Kenny felt Butters breath become more shallow with Eric's confrontation. " Butters you need to take deep breaths. YOur getting too worked up," Kenny said. He held Butters our at arms length to look him in the eye.
Butters shook his head, his body shaking, and his mind racing. Kenny saw Tweek enter the room, no shirt on, his bruises dark against his skin. He sent him a look pleading for help with the panicking boy.
" Well no wonder you're freaking out. BUtters what the hell did you do to Twitchy?" Cartman asked as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. Butters let out a loud, cracking sob.
" Shut the fuck up, Eric," Tweek growled as he moved forward quickly. He pulled out his cannabis oil from the medicine bag that he luckily brought downstairs with him. " Hey, Butters," he spoke softly. " Look here, lover," he commanded softer still, pushing Kenny out of the way. Kenny moved away quickly, Tweek knew how to handle this better than him.
" I'm sorry," Butters cried as he looked up into Tweek's eyes. Tweek gave him a tender smile. Kenny saw him use that smile when he skyped with patients. He was good at this. " No, sweetie. I'm fine. Open u and lift your tongue." Butters complied, though with a small bit of hesitation.
" I'll make breakfast. Go snuggle on the couch," Kenny said sweetly. He placed a kiss on both boys foreheads before they left. Kenny began to busy himself with french toast when Cartman's bowl clattered to the sink.
" Seriously, though, poor boy, what did you two do to Tweek?" Cartman asked seriously. Kenny rolled his eyes as he whisked the eggs and milk together.
" Nothing he didn't want," he answered simply. Cartman's face twisted into a look of disgust. He turned to the sink, rinsed his bowl, then leaned against the counter.
" Wendy most definitely wouldn't want me to bruise her like that," Cartman commented. Kenny eyed him with irritation. He couldn't decide if it was any of his business. " EVeryone has their preference," he says with a shrug. " Why do you even care?"
Eric's face became uncomfortable as he grabbed himself a cup of coffee. He sipped it cautiously while he examined the tile at his feet. " Butters hasn't always had the best of relationships. The last one was really bad. He showed up on my doorstep battered. That's why he lives here now. I think the bruises brought back too much."
Kenny listened while he fried up the last of the french toast. He frowned at what he heard and drew his eyebrows together in confusion. If he was uncomfortable why wouldn't he say so?
" Then what's up with all the bondage stuff that he owns?" Kenny asked mostly to himself.
" He got into that after all that. I think it's because he likes to be in control. So no one can hurt him." Kenny fidgeted a little as he plated up the food. He hoped they hadn't retraumatized Butters. Maybe they did too much, too soon. It gave him a kind of heavy feeling way down in the center of his gut. What do they do now?