My apologies for the delay! My laptop broke down and I had to rewrite some stuff because I hadn't saved my latest version on some place safe. Learn from me and always make very regular back-ups! But this is a big chapter so I hope it makes up for the wait. I nearly wanted to split it again, but I thought: No! You guys deserve this!
It's also one of my favorite chapters. For many, many reasons. I hope you enjoy it too.
Some lemon

And compliance

"So, I was thinking that we could maybe have an old fashioned sleepover this weekend."

"What?" I asked, speeding up to keep up with Kyle. He sure was a fast biker and he speeded quite easily through traffic on our way to school. Of course it had been his idea to take our bikes. But the weather was lovely and warm, even early in the morning and I couldn't say I really minded the soft sunlight and still nearly crispy fresh air on my skin.

"A sleepover. With the four of us, it'll be fun."

"That sounds great! But do you mean to invite Cartman as well? You sure?" I joked and he grimaced.

"Well, he is sort of our friend." He murmured. "Speaking of which. Kenny!" He shouted and waved. I looked to where he was looking and noticed Kenny walking on the other side of the street. He waved back and immediately dashed into traffic, dodging cars on his way over. We stopped our bikes and he joined us.

"Jesus, Ken!" I said in greeting. He could have been hit and everything but he was oddly careless about it. He just laughed and hugged Kyle. He winked at me from over Kyle's shoulder and I winked back at him.

"So, can you cowboys give me a ride?" But he didn't wait for an answer and climbing onto the carrier on my bike. I laughed.

"Sure, Ken." We drove off and I felt Kenny's hands rest on my waist to hold onto me. But one of those hands slid up under my shirt to stroke my hipbone and I felt myself thoroughly distracted as Kyle repeated his plan to Kenny.

"I just talked to Stan about having a sleepover with the four of again, you in?" I knew Kyle couldn't see what Kenny was doing but I still felt strangely nervous. My Lord, what would Kyle say if he knew what I had done with Kenny?

"Oh my!" Kenny gasped in mock shock, still stroking my skin. "Join in on your couple's night? I would love too!" His hand shifted higher to trace over my ribs. I looked over my shoulder in warning but Kenny just looked back all innocent. But we had arrived at school and he hopped off. Kyle and I parked our bikes.

"Thanks for the ride, Stan." Kenny hugged me and I accepted him quite willingly.

"Any time, babe." I replied.

"Good." He smacked my ass and walked away. I was staring after him before I realized: Kyle. I wheeled around but I needn't be worried. Kyle was looking around the school ground and shouted out:

"Clyde!" and he walked off towards the brunette. I followed him, our first classes were together after all.

"I heard how you took on Cartman this weekend, awesome!" he slapped the brunette on his shoulder. Clyde smiled a bit nervously up at Kyle. Craig next to him frowned and narrowed his eyes, seemingly thinking hard.

"Yeah, well. It was nothing, really." He ran a hand through his wild hair, still looking a bit nervous.

"What, nothing? You finally put him in his place! That must have been awesome! I wish I could have been there!" Kyle was really enthusiastic about Clyde taking on Cartman, I noticed with some surprise. Craig seemed just as surprised as he eyed Kyle's hand that was still on Clyde's shoulder.

"It was fun to do! But he really was being a dick." Clyde grinned back, finally a bit more relaxed. "Just ask Stan." Kyle looked to his right, seemingly surprised I was there, an odd, caught look in his eye.

"Yup, just the general asshole that we know him to be." I said quickly.

"EY! You talking 'bout me?" A gruff voice came from behind us.

"And so what if we were?" Kyle snapped at Cartman, who had creeped up behind us. The school bell rang, interrupting the fight that sure as hell would have started.

"Come on, dude." I whispered to Kyle and grabbed his elbow, leading him away from the rest.

"Really, I'm not taking anymore shit from that asshole." Kyle snapped as I guided him towards to doors.

"You always say that yet I know you would want to invite him for our sleepover."

"Not if he's being a dick like this!"

"Kyle, chill." And he calmed down. I knew I was the only one who had this effect on him. We sat down in our regular seats in the classroom. English literature was always first on Wednesdays and I took out my books and notes on 'The Catcher in the Rye.' I really enjoyed English literature and especially this book had been fun to read again.

Just as the teacher walked in I felt my phone vibrate. I looked at our teacher who was taking out her things and I stealthily opened my phone under my desk.

"We can also have a little gettogether of our own, later tonight ;)" I swallowed. Kenny. I quickly typed a reply.

"Hm, not sure. What did you have in mind?" The reply came after a little while and I for a moment I thought he was actually paying attention in class. I looked up to see our teacher hold a passionate speech about 'The Catcher in the Rye', waving her worn-out copy in the air as she spoke. But my phone vibrating again drew my attention away once more. I looked down at my phone eagerly.

"Oh, you know. You , me, some poker and we'll see where the night ends." That line shot through my body like a hot electric fire. I could only think of one reply:

"Fuck yes"

"Good. My place at 9." This time his reply came quick, as if he was very eager to close our deal. I could barely suppress my happiness and typed back:

"Looking forward to it."

"Me too." And then, seemingly as an afterthought: "You sexy beast"

I grinned even wider and I pocketed my phone. I looked up into the glaring eyes of Ms Harris, our English literature teacher.

"Are you paying attention, mister Marsh?"

"Yes, Ms Harris." I replied tightly, still blushing like a mad man. I could hear Cartman laugh from the back of the classroom. Next to me Kyle shot me a glare. Obviously he had seen me texting and he didn't approve at all. Nerd.

"Well then, you can come up here and write down the symbols that appear in 'the Catcher in the Rye' and clarify their meaning."

I felt really grateful for finishing that book just that weekend so I got up with a confident feeling. I heard Cartman laugh even more as I walked up and took the chalk from Ms Harris, but I didn't care: I got to see Kenny again that night. And with a grin, I started writing.

XXX

The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes, laying in the sun outside and doing some homework in the garden. I practically dashed outside when 9 o'clock drew near. I had taken a quick shower and was smoothing my hair as I walked towards Kenny's house. For some reason I really wanted to look good. I had taken my rucksack with me. In it were my notes I had made about people's tells and some chocolate cookies I knew Kenny loved. I knocked on his front door and straightened out my shirt. I could hear fast footsteps approaching already.

The door opened and I looked into the eyes of a smiling Kenny. I knew I was smiling back just as happily. He pulled me in for a hug and this time I didn't even pretend to not take in his smell or linger for too long. He appeared to be doing just the same.

"Hey." he mumbled into my shoulder and I whispered back: "Hey." We detached ourselves but kept close. I looked into his clear blue eyes and saw some determination in them. And for a moment I was sure he was going to kiss me. I could clearly see how much he wanted it. His eyes shining with barely suppressed longing. I swallowed down a nervous gasp. God, I wanted him to kiss me so, so badly. But of course:

"Close the damn door, will ya? You're letting in a draft." came Kevin's annoyed voice from inside. Kenny yelled back over his shoulder:

"Maybe if you went outside sometimes you wouldn't mind so much!" He pulled me inside.

"Oh, you again." Kevin grunted as he saw me.

"Yes." I said uneasily as I felt his eyes on me, seemingly trying to guess what I was doing over at their place so often.

"Come." Kenny led me to his bedroom, obviously seeing his brother's looks too and not liking them in the slightest. We walked into his room and I hung up my coat. My eyes fell on his bed where some of his study books lay. It was clear he had abandoned his studying in a hurry when I had rung the bell.

"Spanish?" I said, picking up one of his books. For some reason it was weird thinking of Kenny doing homework.

"Yup. Hola supermercado, telebancos por aquí."

"What?" I said baffled. He just laughed and slapped me on my back. He flopped down onto his bed and pushed his books away. I was about to sit next to him when I remembered.

"You want to see my lists? The ones I made with other people's tells?" He shot up.

"Yes! You brought them? Let me see!" I grabbed them from my rucksack and handed them to him. I sat down next to him and he rolled onto his front, legs in the air. His tongue peaked between his teeth as I saw his eyes fly over the lines I had written earlier.

"These are really, really good dude!" He said as he looked at me again. I smiled at his compliment.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, hell yeah!" He echoed. He let his finger trail over the paper and said out loud:

"Clyde's tells you had figured out pretty soon. That's good. And Cartman is hard to read in general but it is good that you learn to divide your attention so well. I'm sure you're going to crack him soon."

Suddenly something occurred to me as I saw him look lower on the paper where I had written down stuff that made me angry or upset. I knew how to draw out Cartman.

"Kyle!"

Kenny frowned at me.

"I think we have been over this Stan. I'm Kenny." He said slowly.

"No, no." I waved my hand in the air. "I meant that Kyle is Cartman's Wendy! Sort of. You know what I mean?"

"Dude!" He said in appreciation. "That is so totally true!" He squeezed my leg. "Good thinking man." He grabbed a pen from his bedside table and wrote down it underneath my lines.

"So, is it also still true for you?" He said as he wrote. I immediately knew what he meant. He was trying to be inconspicuous about it but I felt how that question was meant seriously. But I needed some time to think of a clear answer for that.

"What?"

"Wendy. Is she, you know, still your sore spot? Because I heard she is single again." He still wasn't looking at me. Instead he was doodling something on the edge of the paper.

"Erm." I had not yet seriously considered getting back together with Wendy. But did I even want that? I looked at my blonde friend that was still absentmindedly doodling a lady bug with a top hat on my paper. No. I decided. I liked how things were with Kenny. Even if I didn't even know how things were with Kenny.

"Yeah, I heard that too." I said softly. "But I don't really care."

"No?" His eyes met mine.

"No." I said back. His face broke into a big, genuine smile.

"That's great!" I smiled back at him. He quickly recovered though. "I just meant that you have been hurt over her so many times. She's great, don't get me wrong. But I just don't like seeing you upset over her. Which might happen again if you get back together. Not that I-."

I interrupted him by putting my hand on his shoulder. He was rambling, obviously a bit uncomfortable. I felt a sudden pride in being able to make Kenny all nervous about me.

"Dude, chill. I get what you mean."

He smiled and looked back at my paper.

"Good."

"You want to maybe not play poker today, instead just hang out?" I suddenly proposed. I loved learning poker from Kenny but right then I really just wanted a moment to hang out with him and have some uncomplicated fun.

"Yeah, that would be great." He smiled at me. "'Sides, you're getting really good already." He wiped away a fake tear. "My little boy is growing up." I laughed.

"What do you want to do?" He asked. "Like I said, I don't think I have any movies you haven't seen already."

"But that's okay. You have the Simpsons movie right?"

"Awesome." He got up and grabbed his laptop. He turned it on and joined me on his bed again, laying on his stomach. I turned to lay on my stomach as well, moving closer to him.

"Well, I also have some other movies you might enjoy." His eyes twinkled as he looked at me.

"I'm not going to watch porn with you." I said, slightly alarmed. He pouted.

"What, did you not like that little preview I gave you the other night?"

"You mean your bare chest?"

He rolled onto his back and hoisted up his shirt. Jesus. In real life it looked even better than it had on my screen. I wasn't willing to admit I had looked at that picture for what felt like hours during my study breaks.

"You didn't like it? Now I feel all insecure." He pouted again, not pushing his shirt down. One of my hands had a mind of his own and before I even realized I was actually doing it I trailed my fingers over his strong stomach.

"Don't." I murmured as I felt his muscles. I didn't even need to look at him to know he was blushing. We were both silent as my fingers skimmed his stomach, his belly button and moved lower over his jeans. I could see him swallow nervously and I snapped out of it, withdrawing my hand quickly.

"Come on, let's watch the movie." I proposed. He pushed his shirt down and rolled over again. We ate my cookies during the movie. I was nearly chocking on one during the 'spider-pig'part and Kenny slapped me on my back, laughing at my red face. We ended up quite close and he was absentmindedly stroking my shoulder as I lay my head on my crossed arms. When the movie ended I noticed it was already 11PM. We had laughed and talked so much that time had flown by.

"It's really late, maybe I should go home." I got up from the bed and stretched, my arms raised. Kenny put his laptop underneath his bed. He got up again and his blue eyes caught mine, a devilish grin on his face.

"You can also….stay the night."

I froze mid-stretch. That grin and that look in his eye made it very, very clear what could, and probably would happen if I stayed. Nerves were on me instantly. Now that the possibility was so openly acknowledged to do something with him I couldn't help but feel excited and nervous at the same time. I swallowed and let my arms drop.

"I- I don't know." Although I was pretty sure he had never done that but he had had sex a lot more times and with way more women than I had. He knew what he did. I didn't. He seemed to have sensed my unease and got up from the bed and crossed the room quickly to me.

"Stan." He whispered. His hand came up and he caressed my cheek. I felt myself tremble in a terrifying mixture of nerves and arousal against his fingers. Our eyes met. His piercing blue eyes that always seemed to hold so much mischief and joy were now serious and determined.

I knew I looked nervous and slightly terrified. He stepped closer, his chest pressed against mine just very slightly. His hand slid into my hair and he pulled me closer. I permitted him. How could I not? His blonde hair reflected the light just slightly, looking so soft and enticing. And his boyish, unsure smile that drew closer as he pulled my face towards his. With a slight sigh his full lips met mine. I drew in a heavy breath as our lips met ever so lightly. He was obviously anticipating that I would be scared. So after that short, shy kiss he backed up. Hand still on my face and his thumb still caressed my cheek softly.

"Look, you're nervous. I get that." He whispered in that low, breathy voice of his, and in spite of my nerves I felt myself get aroused at that husky voice.

"I know I'm known to be a bit of a, uhm." He shrugged, grinning a bit. "Man whore, I guess." I chuckled softly at that.

"But I never do things the other wouldn't want to do." He moved closer, our chests now really forced against each other. I swallowed when I felt his strong but sinewy body against my own. His other hand came to grasp my waist and he forced our hips together. I let out a big whoosh of breath at our intense contact.

"But I do know I really want you to stay and I think you want that too." He kissed me again, just as softly as the first time.

"You're very important to me, Stan." He whispered with his mouth still against mine. I swallowed heavily as I felt our arousals meet through the fabric of our jeans. I knew he felt it too as he grinned crookedly at me. Our eyes met again. This close I saw the light blue accents in his eyes and the perfect complexion of his skin. I saw honesty in his eyes and also desire. He was not hiding that last emotion in any way. It was still Kenny. I drew in a breath and talked for the first time since we had had that moment.

"I'll, I'll stay." His smile became wider and more radiant. "But I- I don't want to, uhm." I knew I was blushing a fiery red.

"We don't have to." He breathed and he leaned in to kiss me again. This time I kissed back. Our first actual kiss as I tentatively accepted his full lips. He was really gentle and tender as our mouths moved over each other. His lips were warm and slightly moist.

The hand in my hair pulled me closer. I knew what he wanted. With a soft sigh I opened my mouth against his and his tongue slid into my mouth. I whimpered in his mouth as his tongue carefully wrapped around mine, stroking me and teasing me. The arm around my waist tightened and moved so that he could caress the small of my back. My hands had moved up and tentatively I tangled them into his hair. It was just as soft as I had thought it would be. I got completely lost in his slow and tender kissing. His hand softly caressed my back as the other still stroke my hair. He pulled away from our kiss and smiled at me. He pecked me on the lips between words as he talked to me.

"I really like the way you kiss." His voice was still low and seductive. I knew I had said that I didn't want sex but my body was already screaming for release. My hands moved to his shoulders and I realized I was breathing loudly.

"Wish I had known that earlier." He grinned slightly again. I honestly didn't know what to say or do, so I did the only thing that came naturally to me. My hands grabbed his shoulders and I pulled him flush against me.

"Damn, Kenny." I husked against his lips as I kissed him hard. He seemed happy with that and excepted me readily. He opened his mouth as I brushed my tongue over his lips and permitted me to explore his mouth. His hands moved to my waist and he slid them up under my shirt, caressing my back. I shuddered as his skilled hands caressed my lower back and I let my own hands slide to his front. With shaking fingers I moved the zipper of his hoody down. He stepped away from me and moved out of his hoody, letting it drop to the floor. Underneath he wore a light blue T-Shirt, the color highlighting his eyes. And his eyes shone with lust as he stepped back to his bed, tugging me on my sleeve to join him. He lay back against the covers and I crawled on top of him, kissing him deeply. He ran his hands over my chest until they rested on the very noticeable bulge in my jeans. I broke our kiss to look at him and I met his steady gaze.

"I really want to touch you." He licked his lips. "May I?" He whispered huskily. I really, really wanted him to do that too. So I nodded and watched him unbuckle my jeans and slide down the zipper. I moved off of him to lay on the bed and he tugged the jeans away from my legs. I let out an audible sigh of relief when the tight confines of the fabric finally left my erection. He smiled at the sound. Even though he had done it before I still got a little nervous.

But he took his time and leaned in to kiss me again. My hands had perfect access like this so I hesitantly stroke his shoulders while we kissed then I moved them down over his back and up under his shirt. Skidding my fingers over his ribs and nipples. He moaned against my mouth and I felt myself moan back at that extremely erotic sound.

I started to lift his shirt up. He moved to his knees and in one swift motion his shirt dropped to the floor. He leaned in and kissed me again, hands grasping the hem of my shirt. But he didn't press on. I broke our kiss and struggled out of my shirts. His hands moved to help me. I blushed when I realized I was in only my boxers in the bed of Kenny: known sex-crazed guy. He only ever had had girls in there, maybe he didn't like seeing a guy like this.

But I saw his eyes move over my body and the slow grin spread over his face. He lifted one of his hands and traced it over my collarbone, chest and lower abdomen.

"Damn, Stan." He whispered. "You're really hot." His hand moved lower and softly grasped my erection through my boxers. My eyes closed and I tentatively moved up into his questioning hand, panting loudly. My own hands traced his naked chest, feeling his slight muscles and scratched the hairs around his belly button. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down onto my body. He swung his leg over my waist, straddling me. Suddenly his mouth was on my neck, kissing, sucking, licking. I moaned and pressed up against his hand desperately.

I knew he was holding out, that he didn't want to pressure me. I grabbed his hand and moved it inside my boxers. My back arched as he grabbed me firmly.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, Kenny!" I gasped.

"I love it when you say my name like that." He breathed, lips pressed against my ear. I whimpered when his tongue trailed over the shell of my ear. My back arched against his front as he worked me harder and faster. I wanted to feel more of his body. Just moving my hands over his chest and back wasn't enough. My hands had a mind of their own and they moved to his belt, undoing it. His mouth left my neck and he backed up, undoing his jeans. He looked at me in question.

"I- I don't want to, to have sex." I blurted out. My hands moved to his hips and I moved my thumbs over his hipbones. I swallowed and tugged at his jeans.

"But I do want to touch you." He smiled and got up.

"Say no more." He slid his jeans down and crawled back over me. His eyes met mine as he placed his knee between my legs. I spread them and he placed his other knee between them too, hovering over me. The intense look in his eyes assured me of my action. He wouldn't do a thing I didn't want to do. It also showed me how much he wanted me. I pulled him down by his shoulders, meeting his mouth eagerly.

"Come on, Kenny." I moaned and grabbed his waist. He leaned down, pressing his body against mine.

"Oh, oh, fuck." I groaned as he rolled his hips against mine. He reached down and grabbed my leg, pulling it up so he could lay down better against me. I let my head fall back as he grinded down onto me, our erections pressing together, creating a wonderful friction. He panted softly above me and I felt whimpering, desperate moans fall from my lips.

"You're gorgeous like this." He husked. He was grinding down hard and precisely, stroking my erection with his own. His hand was holding my hip, the other near my head to hold himself up. He leaned in to kiss my neck. With some hesitation I started to push back against his grinding.

"Oh, yes, Stan." He whispered against my skin. "Like that, just like that." His voice was deep and growling. I was losing control over myself as I heard his low rumbles and I grinded up. We found a perfect rhythm. My hands kept moving over his body, feeling his muscles move under his smooth skin. He backed up and kissed me deeply and I whimpered against his mouth. The wonderful friction and the incredible feel of Kenny was driving me insane.

"So good, Kenny." I groaned. He moaned back and panted harshly against my mouth.

"God, you're so hot Stan."

"Fuck, fuck, you too!" He started to move faster, jerkier and I knew he was also getting close. My eyes closed tightly as I felt him grind down aggressively. My moans became constant and I felt my entire lower body tighten.

"Damn, Stan." He panted and he grabbed my hips and controlled my movements, pulling me against him to meet his urgent thrusts.

"Oh, damn! Damn!" He groaned. I whimpered and arched my back. My nails dug into his back and I jerked up harshly as I came in spurts inside my boxers. Kenny jerked against me fast and he groaned loudly. I felt him mess up his own boxers too. He stilled his movements, we were both panting fiercely. He smiled down at me and kissed me softly.

"That was nice." I smiled back.

"Yeah."

"You want to go to sleep?" I nodded. He got off of me looking down at the mess we had made. He clacked his tongue.

"Yeah, we made a mess." I managed weakly. He got off the bed and moved to his closet, grabbing two boxers. I quickly grabbed my phone from my jeans to text my mom I was not sleeping at home.

Kenny joined me on his bed again and he handed me some tissues he had grabbed from his desk. I blushed as I cleaned myself and changed into Kenny's boxers. He lifted the covers and we got under. I was a bit unsure. With Wendy I used to cuddle. With Kyle as well. But I had never slept in the same bed as Kenny in ages. But he turned off the lights and immediately curled up against me. I put my arms around him and he sighed contently against my chest. His fingers moved over my arm and he murmured softly:

"I really liked that."

"Me too."I murmured back, stroking his back. "I'm sorry we didn't have sex." I apologized softly. He chuckled.

"Dude! Like I said: we do what you want. Besides." He came up and looked down at me, smiling softly. Nearly as if he were insecure. "Kissing you was what I had been dying to do the most." He leaned in and we kissed slow and with a tenderness underneath it.

"Oh? You didn't like the rest?" I murmured sleepily against his mouth.

"Oh, I certainly liked the rest. I liked that a lot." He kissed me again. I could only smile and kiss back lazily.

"You're tired. Go to sleep." He murmured and he lay down on my chest again. My hand swept through his hair and I smiled, drifting off to sleep peacefully.