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Some lemon!

Repayment

A few days later after the last class I felt exhausted. The good weather was getting to everybody's head, meaning that a lot of people were happy and all romantic like. Unfortunately it got to the teachers' head in a bad way: never had I had so much homework as in that week. I had not been able to hang out with any of my friends nearly all week and by Thursday I had had it. Homework be damned, I needed some time to relax. As I slung my rucksack unto my back I turned to Kyle, figuring he might need a break too. His project with Cartman was putting him on edge and I knew he was about to burst of frustration any time soon.

"Hey dude, want to hang out tonight?" I could see Kyle hesitate before responding to my question.

"Sorry man, I've got to help my mom for Yom Kippur. That's this weekend."

"Oh right, I keep forgetting how there are like ten gazillion Jewish holidays, and you celebrate them all."

"Yeah." He rolled his eyes, looking slightly uncomfortable. "And you know how it is: we celebrate it with a lot of food. So I have to help my mom with all the baking and stuff tonight."

"Sometimes I'm still surprised you're not fat." I poked him in the stomach and he grinned a bit.

"It does explain why his mom is so fat." Cartman said, appearing at Kyle's side and eating a donut. Kyle, as per usual, looked furious.

"Stop calling my mom fat, you lard face!"

"My, my, are we in Yemen? Because it sure as hell is sandy inside Kyle's vagina." Cartman mocked as he moved to take another bite.

But I knew Kyle, and I knew that last remark was too much. He was fed up with Cartman because of that project already and that last insult was the final straw. With a growl he slapped the donut out of Cartman's hand, so that it smacked against the wall. I quickly took a step back as I saw Cartman turn to Kyle with an outraged expression on his face. No one touched Cartman's food, especially not a Jew.
As I joined Token, Clyde and Tweek near the door I just managed to evade getting knocked to the floor as Kyle and Cartman practically jumped each other. Most other people had already left, a good thing because both Cartman and Kyle were particularly violent that day. Cartman was trying to knock Kyle in the face with his fist and Kyle tried to scratch him. Both of them were shouting insult at each other and grabbed for each other's clothes.

"Sometimes I think they are secretly hot for each other." Token mumbled next to me. We both watched as Cartman fisted Kyle's curls, yanking at them.

"Yeah, it does look like that." Clyde replied, shifting uncomfortably next to me.

"I don't know. Even if Kyle were gay I hope he would at least have a better taste than Cartman." Ignoring the fact that Clyde once again got nervous around me.

He still seemed to be on edge whenever I was near him, as if I would knock him to the floor because he was dating my ex. True, I still didn't like it much, but even a heart ache slowly faded over time. Also, the rumors that Wendy was getting fed up with Clyde helped that along a bit.

I heard some movement behind me and Clyde shifted away from me. I smelled Kenny before I even felt how he threw an arm around my shoulder or before I even heard him talk.

"Ah, at it again, are they?" He leaned against me comfortable, an arm still around me and pulling me against him. As if we were in a conspiracy and watching a plan unfold right in front of our eyes.

"Yup." Token said. I was silent, just leaning against Kenny's thin frame and taking in more of his smell. I felt relieved when I noticed he still smelled like I remembered it: an odd mixture of both something clean, like soap or aftershave and some huskier, like sex underneath. Had he had sex recent? Was that why he smelled like that? Or was it just that after he had jerked me off I associated his smell with erotic stuff?

"We need to break them up though, I think there are all ready teachers coming this way." Kenny said, interrupting my musings. I looked at him and our eyes met. He smiled happily at me and I tentatively smiled back. Already a faint blush was spreading over my cheeks as I kept thinking of how Kenny smelled so extremely sexual.

"Ugh, you're right." Token said, stepping forward.

Clyde joined him hurriedly. I leaned some more against Kenny, both of us watching as Token grabbed Cartman's arms and pushed them down. Meanwhile, Clyde was tugging at Kyle's shirt to get him away from Cartman. He put his arms around Kyle's shoulders and looked at him with an urgent expression on his face. It seemed as if he knew that the only way to calm Kyle down was being like that: earnest and taking him serious. He leaned in and whispering urgently to him. Kyle relaxed some as Clyde whispered in his ear, no doubt telling about the teacher coming their way. Cartman proved more difficult to calm down.

"I WANT A NEW DONUT!" He roared in Kyle's direction. I could see my redheaded friend open his mouth with an angry scowl on his face. I knew he would probably say something like: "Like you need any more food, tubby!" But Clyde must have seen that coming as well and whispered some more in Kyle's ear. Kyle took a deep breath.

"FINE! TOMORROW!" He stepped away from the crowd and grabbed his rucksack. With an angry flick he flipped some hair out of his face.

"I'm leaving. See you tomorrow." He said, directed at me. With his head high he stomped out of the classroom. I had forgotten that he could be quite the drama queen when the need arose.

"Bathroom." Clyde muttered and left too. Cartman continued to growl and swear and pushed Token away. I looked at Kenny again and saw how he had a grin on his face.

"Somehow I love seeing them fight. They can be so entertaining when they're pissed off at each other." I laughed at that and saw his grin widen some more. Classmates were leaving the classroom around us and Kenny started walking, steering me out of the classroom too. Outside he turned to me.

"So, any plans for tonight?" He smiled at me and I felt a jolt of happiness in my stomach. Hanging out with Kyle was fun, and hanging out with Kenny certainly was fun too.

"Well, I asked Kyle but he is busy, so..." I trailed off. Kenny grinned even more and gave me a friendly punch against my upper arm.

"Great! Want to come over to my place then?"

"Yeah." I couldn't help but feel happy at the idea of spending more time with Kenny. "I do have to finish some homework first. Maybe after dinner at 9?"

"Perfect."

"What do you want to do?"

"Oh, I was thinking our regular." He ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling into his face with a surprising grace. "Playing some poker and maybe watching a movie?" The idea that we now had a regular thing we did when we hung out made me really happy. Even when I wanted to add something to that routine maybe. I managed to suppress a blush as I responded to him.

"Great!" Together we walked outside and he lit a cigarette as we stopped on the doorstep for a moment.

"I think I'll go then, better get cracking on that homework." I said to him, he nodded.

"You go and do ya thing. I have to wait for Craig, we're working on some Spanish project together. He's still in advanced computer class or something." He blew away some smoke and smacked me on the back.

"See you tonight dude."

"Later, babe." He winked at me as I walked away.

XXX

I managed to finish some homework that day and felt rather good about myself. As I walked towards Kenny's house I had a spring in my step, happy to be able to hang out with Kenny again. I knocked on the front door and Karen opened.

"Oh, hey Stan!" She smiled the radiant McCormick smile up at me.

"Hey. Is Kenny home?"

"Yeah, he's in his room. But you can also hang out with me a bit first." She flirted at me. Really a McCormick kid. I smiled at her and she blushed.

"Maybe later." I stepped inside and went to Kenny's room. After a small knock I stepped inside. That's when I realized my knocking might have been too soft. Kenny was behind his desk and his eyes were fixed on his laptop screen. His right hand down his pants. He had a soft blush on his face and his blond hair was a wild mess. You didn't have to be a genius to see what was going on. I yelped loudly in shock and Kenny did the same. He slammed the laptop lid shut. I used my hand to shield my face from the view in front of me.

"Jesus Christ, Ken! Were you jacking off?!"

"Well, you're here early!" He sounded accusative. "I thought I had more time." I noticed his hand hadn't left his jeans.

"I'll give you some more then." I went to step back outside.

"What, not going to return the favor?" Really a cliché line, but it got me thinking. I had thought a lot about returning the favor and now that the opportunity was right in front of me I got quite nervous, so I choked out:

"What?!" I could see him grin when I peaked between my fingers. He stood up and walked towards me. Not bothering to tuck himself back into his jeans. My eyes quickly snapped away from his flushed erection. He stopped in front of me.

"Well, I helped you. Maybe it's time you helped me?"

"Kenny this isn't funny!" But he reached behind me to close the door, as he did so he leaned over me. Warm breath ghosting over my ear.

"Who said I was kidding." His hand grabbed mine and led it to his erection, using his hand to wrap mine around it. He was smooth and warm and I made a whimpering sound in the back of my throat when I felt his slightly pulsing skin in my hand. He moved my hand up and down under his own. A quiet sigh escaping his lips. I swallowed when at that sound I felt a tightening in my own pants. His hand left mine to rest on my shoulder, squeezing it softly. I finally found the courage to remove my shaking hand from my face, almost regretting it when I did. Arousal washed over me as I saw my blond friend, biting his lip, blushing softly as I stroked him shyly. He tugged me at my shoulders and moved back. I let go off him and he walked to his bed, tugging me along with him.

He fell back onto it and I sat next to him, my hand finding his erection as if it had a mind of his own. Kenny sighed contently as I resumed my movements, looking down hungrily at his uncovered lower body, his shirt had ridden up when he had thrown himself on his bed. His blond hair spread over his lower stomach in an enticing treasure trail and between his legs. It was strangely erotic. My hand moved over his hard erection in slow strokes. Quiet moans were escaping his mouth as I kept stroking him softly. He bucked up shallowly.

"Tilt your hand a bit." He whispered. I did, twisting it a bit so my palm slid over the tip of his erection.

"Yeah like that." He breathed. I moved to my knees so I had better access, stroking him a bit faster. Kenny was intoxicating like this. His blond hair in a golden halo around his head, his pale skin flushed across his cheeks. He still was nearly fully clothed with only his jeans unbuttoned and pushed down. His eyes were half way closed and fixed on my hand as I worked him steadily.

"Like that Stan, just like that." He moaned quietly. I knew why girls all wanted to get a piece of Kenny, he was exceptionally sexy. Panting softly and moaning under his breath. How he was enjoying himself was having its effect on me. I knew I was blushing too and my erection was straining against my jeans. He noticed and with a small smirk he trailed his fingers over my erection.

"Want me to take care of that?" His voice had turned into a low, breathy murmur.

"No, this is about you." I whispered back, noticing my voice had also a low vibration in it. I gripped him harder and made sure to move my thumb over his tip, just the way he liked it. He tossed his head back, a loud groan erupted from his mouth.

"Faster! Please, faster!" Kenny begging was undeniably hot. And he did it in a very Kenny like manner: sexy, confident and somehow focused solely on us and our erotic moment. His eyes fixed on my hand and his own hand still softly caressing my erection through my jeans. I shivered and picked up my pace.

"Like that. Yes, so good!" He moaned. His eyes closed and I saw his entire lower body tighten. His hand on the sheet gripped them hard. His breathing become labored and with a heavy moan I felt his erection pulse in my hand. I looked down and saw him come over his own stomach. I withdrew my hand, not sure what to do. He smiled up at me and reached to the floor where an old shirt lay. He grabbed it and wiped his chest clean. I looked away as he redressed himself, still not sure what to do. But Kenny dropped the shirt on the floor and moved up onto his knees. My eyes snapped to his and I saw him grin his devilish grin. I sucked in a breath as he moved to sit behind me, both hands on my belt undoing it and pulling my zipper down.

"Kenny, you don't have to-." I started. But his hand had already grasped my erection. His head rested on my shoulder as I was practically wrapped in his arms. One of his hands on my erection, the other stroking my hipbone. I rested my head back and his soft lips barely grazed my cheek.

"Hm, but I really want to." He whispered against my skin.

His movements were swift and smooth and I couldn't help but moan. I felt my knees tremble and I was swaying slightly because I didn't have any leverage. Kenny must have noticed and his left hand moved up and he softly pushed me forward so that I fell forward on my hands. Kenny behind me, stroking me vigorously. His other hand still on my hips as his movements became faster. He moved forward, pushing his hips against me so he had a better grip on me. But it also reminded me of something. Something I knew I might want but was too ashamed about to admit.

"Come on, Stan. I know you're close." He whispered.

He pushed his hips firmer against my ass, forcing me down on the mattress. He moved down with me, turning both of us on our sides so that we were spooning. His hand never left me and he pressed himself flush against my back and ass. I felt the beginning of another erection push against me. The realization that Kenny was aroused by getting me off was extremely erotic. He noticed and pushed against me harder. A low groan sounded from my mouth as he moved in sensual grinds against me. The incredible Kenny smell of them wafted over me, highlighting my arousal. His hand moved even faster and with a sobbing moan I came all over his sheets.

I could only pant and try to catch my breath as Kenny tucked me back in. He nuzzled my neck with a content sigh and moved away from me. I pushed myself up shakily and redid my jeans.

"O, shit! Sorry dude!" I looked at the unappetizing mess I had made. He chuckled behind me and got up. He wiped some away with the shirt he had used on himself.

"Don't worry about it. There's a lot more nasty stuff on there."

"Ew!" Kenny laughed at my wrinkled nose and disgusted expression. That laugh made our whole situation normal again. We were comfortable around each other, even when we had just gotten the other off. I ran a shaky hand through my hair.

"So, uhm, what we're we going to learn today?"

"We talked about the different types of poker players, maybe we can focus on that."

I nodded.

"Sounds like a good idea." He grabbed his deck of cards that he already kept on his bedside table. I pushed the sheets away, not really like the idea of sitting in my own come and made myself comfortable against the headboard. Kenny lay down on his front, legs up in the air, as he shuffled the cards.

"We already discussed how to deal with the asshole type and I think we can drop that one for now." He dealt both of us a hand.

"But I do want you to realize that the asshole type is very common and they will try and get a rise out of you. It's good to be prepared for that. Maybe you can make a list next time? About things that might make you lose your cool?"

"Sure, I'll do that."

"Okay, we can focus on that next time. But right now I want you to focus on recognizing different types. I will impersonate the different types and I want to see how you handle them." I shifted nervously. Would I be able to recognize them properly? And handle them? I didn't want to disappoint Kenny. But he was already looking at his cards and started to shift nervously. I nearly completely disregarded my cards as I looked at him shift around and hum nervously. It was like I was looking at a blond Clyde. He was quite the actor as he tugged on his shirt and kept readjusting his cards over and over.

"I- I think I'll raise." He said, glancing at his cards again and wincing. I seriously couldn't tell whether he was faking or not.

"Okay, I'll call." Throughout the game he kept sighing dramatically and fidgeted so much that he nearly made me nervous. But when we had to show our cards he put them down with a big grin on his face.

He had a full house.

"How did you do that?!" I asked, completely baffled. He just laughed and petted my knee.

"You were too distracted to notice I was putting on a show."

"I did notice! But I just wasn't sure if you were bluffing or not."

Kenny grinned and grabbed our cards, shuffling them again.

"The thing with emotional types, like Clyde, is that they can be bluffing at one point and you don't notice it anymore. The most important thing however, is that you don't let yourself be too distracted. Because I noticed how your eyes were on me way more than usual." I blushed at that and stammered out.

"I couldn't figure out whether you were joking or not."

"I know, and that's why types like Clyde are difficult to read. It's best not to focus on them too much but still try and figure out their tells."

"How the hell do I accomplish that?"

"Time management. " He dealt us a new hand. "I want you to try and divide your time between trying to bluff and figuring other people out. Because when you focused too much on me I could see you actually had a bad hand." I blushed at being bossed around like that. But Kenny did it in a friendly and reassuring way. A way that I would love to get used to.

We continued to play some more and I managed to divide my attention some more. Though finding out when he was bluffing or not was still more a case of luck than of actual knowledge. After 5 games I noticed I was exhausted. The long and hectic week, the crazy amount of homework and having just gotten off made me really tired.

"Ken, I'm actually kind of tired. Can we maybe watch a movie for a bit?"

"Sure." He petted my knee again. "I could tell you were tired. But you're doing great already." I smiled at his compliment. We cleared away the cards and got his laptop.

"Like I said, I don't think I have any movies you haven't alre-."

"Do you have Austin Powers?" I interrupted him. "I'm in the mood for something hippy like." We grinned at each other and we moved to lounge against the headboard. He took his laptop in his lap and searched for the movie. After some hesitation I snuggled up to him, putting my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and pulled me against his body. I sighed contently as I smelled him again, enjoying the feeling of his warm body against mine.

"Do you have some notes? About reading peoples tells?" I asked them.

"Yeah, I do. I'll give it to you when you leave." One of his hands swept through my hair absentmindedly as he used the other to click on the movie. I smiled as the opening song started and moved a bit closer to Kenny.

My eye caught sight of the date, on the corner of the screen and that's when I remembered:

Yom Kippur wasn't until September.

I love making Kyle and Cartman fight, they are both so passionate! And Kenny is a little provocative perv :D But I try to make him sweet as well, because that's how I see him: a good friend but a pervy one.
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