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Some lemon, just to mess things up a little

Bluff

During math my mind was wandering off. Token had reminded me in a text that on Saturday we were going to play some poker with a small group to practice. That was already the next day.

At home I had practiced quite a few times while I was taking breaks from studying. By now I knew the rules of the game well and I recognized options and combinations fast. But that was while I was alone by myself and I felt I had to practice a lot more to be any good at it in a real game.

I ripped off a piece of notepaper and scribbled a small note. Kyle shot me a look but continued scribbling furiously. Me passing notes was not important enough for him to stop taking notes during math. I folded the note and leaned back, quickly dropping it on Kenny's desk behind me. After barely a minute the piece of paper dropped back onto my desk. Under my desk I unfolded it to read his response:

"Are you free tonight?"

"Depends ;)" I suppressed a snort, definitely a Kenny response. I looked over my shoulder and met Kenny's smirk. He was leaning back on the hind legs of his chair, giving me a real wink. I winked back and turned to my desk, writing a reply.

"I need another lesson." I hesitated but then added as an afterthought: "I will really make it worth your while." I knew this flirty remark was sure to get his undivided attention. I didn't permit myself a second thought and dropped the little ball of paper on Kenny's desk. I heard him clack his tongue in approval at my suggestion. This time when he handed his response back he leaned over my shoulder, brushing his fingers over the fabric of my shirt.

"You just got yourself a deal mister. Meet me at my place at 8."

I smiled over my shoulder at him and he grinned back, flashing me that smile that was meant to make girls swoon. I turned back to the teacher and tried to focus on his rambling again. I sneaked a look to my left, sure to find Kyle scowling at me only to find that he wasn't. He was gazing across the room and looking at the tree just outside the window. The tree was sprouting feeble green leaves, announcing the spring that was finally also coming towards South Park. I was desperately looking forward to it as well and noticed how I was also looking hungrily at the tree, as if it was the only real foreboder of spring.

The bell announcing the end of the period seemed to rouse both of us from a dreamlike state. Sheepishly we packed our stuff.

"Why were you flirting with Kenny?" Kyle huffed beside me as we walked to chemistry.

"I wasn't flirting with him!" I spluttered undignified.

"Don't lie." He teased. "I know what flirting looks like." He fell silent as Wendy and Clyde passed us, both laughing exaggeratedly. Quickly I averted my eyes. It still hurt like a bitch to see them together. The fact that after our break-up nearly all the girls in our class had thrown themselves at me didn't help in the slightest though. I didn't like any of them and dating one of them just made me more uneasy than ever. This had resulted in the longest dry spell of my teenage life. Wanking off every night and avoiding physical contact of any kind with girls was the only solution to it.

Kyle grabbed my shoulder and looked at me.

"Really, Stan." His eyes traveled away from mine to watch Clyde and Wendy walk away. "It's not worth your time."

XXX

I arrived at Kenny's place at a few minutes past eight. Kevin opened the door and grunted in annoyance and his face changed from happy to irritated in a second.

"I thought you were someone else." He jerked his head to motion for me to come inside. "He's in his room." I followed him inside to where I knew Kenny's room to be. I knocked on his door and I heard his cheery voice from inside.

"Come in!" I opened his door and peeked in. Kenny was balanced on his desk chair, his legs folded underneath him.

"Hey!"

"Hey!" He greeted back. He jumped up from his chair and pulled me in for a hug.

"So." He pulled away from me. "You wanted another lesson." He kept his arms wrapped around me and kept me close. I blushed at being this close to him. The only other male I was ever physically close to was Kyle and he felt like a brother to me. I wasn't sure what Kenny was to me when I was so close to him. He smelled a lot different than Kyle as well, huskier and more masculine. A spicy cologne mixed with something I associated with Kenny. Probably sex, I figured.

"Yeah, I thought maybe we could go over it a bit more. Have some practice rounds?" I proposed as he kept his arms around my shoulders.

"I'm playing against Cartman tomorrow." I added in a low voice. He flinched.

"Say no more!" He stepped away from me. "Come on, let's practice." He moved to his bed and pulled the covers straight and petted his bed. I took off my coat and sat down cross-legged on the bed.

He sat down in front of me and grabbed a deck of cards from his bedside table.

"Okay let's practice." He shuffled the cards and we started playing a couple of rounds. We used some poker chips he got from a bag from under his bed. Just to practice what it would be like to play with them. After a couple of rounds we had a little break. We lounged on our backs on his bed.

"You're getting better." He said with a small smile turning to me. I felt a soft glow of pride fire up inside me.

"Thanks to you."

"But I think we have to focus on more things than just the cards for you to win from Cartman."

"Like what?"

"Well, tactic is important but another important thing about poker is bluffing." I nodded because I knew about that already.

"But bluffing is more than just lying." He said, catching my eye and holding it steady. I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"It's also body language: tells. A lot of players make certain movement with their hands or an eye twitch when they have a good hand. Or a bad one." He shuffled the card and dealt us two hands, cards facing up. My hand was three kings and two aces and I had to suppress myself not to cheer silently.

"That's why a lot of players try to hide their emotions. Or better: put on a poker face."

"And you think I have to work on my poker face?" He hesitated visibly. With a sigh he ran a hand through his hair, the sunlight bouncing off it.

"Okay, don't take me wrong." He paused for a moment. "But I don't think you'll be able to do that at all."

"What?! But we have been practicing so much! Are you telling me I'll lose this weekend because I can't bluff properly?" The idea that our work had been futile, that my team would lose terribly because of me was horrifying. And the idea that I would lose to Cartman was even more terrifying.

"No, no, you are misinterpreting me!" He scooted closer to me on his bed.

"You will be good at bluffing because you can't hide your emotions." I looked at him confused.

"Look." He indicated towards the cards on his bed. "I dealt you a good hand and you reacted to it immediately."

I frowned. "What did I do?"

"Your eyes lit up and you smiled like a retard."

"I did?"

"Yes."

"I didn't even know I was doing that!"

"What I am saying is: don't put on a poker face, don't hide. Instead be as open as possible."

"But how is that going to work? If they know what cards I have it will only help them! Not me." Kenny really wasn't making any sense to me. He seemed to realize that and took a moment to figure out what he was trying to say.

"Okay, let's put it this way. Whenever you get a good hand it always shows. You get a little excited, you twitch your hands, you smile and you get bolder. You should do that with a bad hand as well. But, seeing as you can't lie I want you to try the following." He grabbed our cards and shuffled them again.

"When you look on the cards, focus on the best card in your hand. Only on that one."

He dealt me a hand, it was a really bad one. The eight of spades was the highest. I looked at it, focusing with all my might on it to be the best card I had. I felt Kenny studying me intently.

"Not bad. Okay, again." We did this a couple of times and I noticed I was getting slightly better at not necessarily hiding my disappointment when I had a bad hand but more hiding it with glee with the best card I had in my hand. Until Kenny dealt me four aces. I knew he had done it on purpose. But that didn't prevent my eyes from widening and my mouth nearly dropping open. He laughed loudly at my expression.

"Oh, God, Stan!" He hiccoughed. I felt myself blush at the orgasmic way he had just said that.

"What?"

"You got like a delirious expression on your face!" He kept snickering. I frowned and crossed my arms. He just laughed even more and got the cards again.

"But!" He held up a finger. "We have learned something valuable from it."

"We have?"

"Yes. How you react when you have an exceptionally good hand. And that, my friend, is something we need to learn in order for us to use it." He shifted on the sheets, mimicking my stance.

"What you did was this." He grabbed his cards, widened his eyes and let his mouth twitch. He made a move as if he was falling backwards, flailing his left arm a bit. All in all very exaggerated.

"No I didn't!" I spluttered.

"Yes, you did. Repeat after me." He did it again, looking like some overacting dramatic actress. I tried to mimic him, only resulting in Kenny nearly choking in laughter. I threw some cards at his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He wheezed. "You're close, a little less flourish. Try again." I did and he nodded.

"Not bad but when you got that hand you also moved your whole body. Not just your arm." I frowned, trying to remember what he meant.

"Here, let me show you." He moved up quickly and sat down behind me.

"Kenny, what?" I was momentarily dazed and distracted when I felt Kenny's lithe body behind mine, pressing his chest against me and legs on either side of mine. His blond hair tickled my neck as he leaned over me. I had not been so close to another person in weeks and with a shock I felt my treacherous body react to it in a way I had not anticipated. I swallowed and tried to focus on what Kenny was telling me, not the way his warm body pressed to mine or the way his breath breezed over my neck.

"What you did was this." He grabbed my arm and made the flourishing movement with it like he had done earlier. He leaned against my back.

"And then you moved your body from the front to the back." One of his hands landed on my hip and with the hand still on my arm he guided my body back and forth.

The movement did nothing to relieve me of the little situation between my legs and I felt a soft whimper escape my lips. Kenny stilled behind me.

"You have to work with me, Stan." I nodded, terrified he would look down and realize I was not thinking about the cards at all anymore. Instead my mind was hurling me through a thunderstorm of arousal and shame.

"Come on, let's try again." He repeated the motion, body still aligned with mine. I closed my eyes, cheeks lighting up in shame as he gripped my hip a bit harder. Finally, he seemed to notice I wasn't listening anymore.

"Stan, why are you-." But he fell silent. I realized his eyes must have moved down to my lap where the evidence of what his proximity was doing to me was poking against the fabric.

"Are you- are you hard?" He asked incredulously, whispering in my ear. My face became incredibly red and I thought of crossing my legs but I knew that would hurt too much, besides he had already seen it. So I nodded weakly.

"Look, it's been a long time since I last had sex." I rambled quickly. "And you're really close and whispering in my ear, it's just a body reaction." I clarified.

I had noticed how he hadn't moved away but remained seated, chest pressing against my back and his hands on my arm and hip. It was almost as if he was hesitating about something. Then his right hand inched over my thigh, slowly creeping towards my erection trapped inside my jeans. My eyes widened when I saw his fingers skim over my jeans.

"Kenny-." I said weakly. But he moved up higher and unbuttoned my jeans as he whispered into my ear.

"Better take care of this. Don't want you distracted while we do this." And before I could react, before I could even think about what he was doing he reached inside and wrapped his long fingers around my throbbing length. My brain just shut down when I felt his hand on me and all thoughts about why he was touching me and how weird it was that he was were just thrown out of my mind.

My body was completely overrun by the feeling of getting touched again. I couldn't help but moan and let my head fall back onto his shoulder as his warm hand stroked me firmly. He was barely even working up a rhythm when I realized how good he was at this. His touch so warm and strong that vibrations of pleasure were shooting through me.

And the sight was undeniably hot: his long, slightly pale fingers wrapped around my hard and red erection, sliding up and down easily. It was almost as if he had jerked me off many times before. I swallowed when his other arm tightened around me, moving down to pull my jeans down lower so that he had better access. The movement made me press against his chest further and I pushed my forehead against his neck.

"You have a very nice cock, Stan." Kenny whispered as his fingers tightened a bit around me. I just moaned quietly in his neck and one of my hands gripped his leg, squeezing it. He picked up his pace and I closed my eyes, breathing in Kenny's scent and smell as I buried my nose in his neck. He rested his head on top of mine and continued to stroke me. His hand rested on the tip of my erection, thumb spreading my precum over it. I started to tremble, the sensation being so intense it was nearly tipping me over the edge. Kenny noticed and whispered huskily in my ear:

"You wanna come Stan?" I whimpered and gripped him harder.

"Oh God, yes! Please!" I moaned. He moved faster and squeezed a bit harder, his thumb moved over my slit and I trembled even more.

"Oh, oh, shit." I groaned against his skin.

"Come on, come for me, Stan." He whispered. And somehow, that incredibly cheesy, cliché line did it. I trembled in his arms, pressing my forehead against his neck and I came over his hand. He kept stroking me so that I rode out my orgasm completely.

I rested my head against his neck and tried to get my breath back. I was terrified to look him in the eye. Of course, I had heard rumors about friends jerking each other off but I had never thought of doing something like that with one of my own friends.

"Erm."

"You're welcome." He snorted and stood up. "You had promised it would be worth my while." He smirked at me. "And that was really hot."

"Erm, thanks I guess."

I redressed myself and accepted a tissue from him to clean my lower stomach. He cleaned his hands too and sat down across from me again. He looked completely unfazed, the only sign he had done anything sexual were his rosy cheeks.

"So, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we can focus on bluffing tactics." But I wasn't able to let it go like that so easily.

"What? You just whacked me off and you're going to pretend nothing happened?" He looked up at me and quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Well, yes, actually. You looked like you needed it, and I gave it to you." I gaped.

"What? Please don't tell me you do that to more people!"

"Well, not guys usually." He smirked. "But you're my friend. I thought I would make an exception."

I continued to stare as he shuffled the cards again. But for him the discussion appeared to be over. He dealt us some cards and we continued our practice. I did feel more relaxed and satisfied, in spite of my confusion at Kenny's actions. After an hour of practice I decided I had better head home, it was nearly dinnertime anyway. At the front door we said our goodbye's.

"Thanks, erm, for today's lesson." He smirked at me. "And, uhm, the, uhm, other stuff."

"No problem." He hugged me in goodbye, his smell once again all around me. With a shock I realized it aroused me again. We pulled away.

"See you tomorrow at school." I nodded and walked away, still feeling very, very awkward with our situation.