I love you guys! All the reviewers, lurkers ;) and followers! I hope you continue enjoying this story. There is still a lot more to come. This is a rather silly chapter, but I like those.

Like old times

I was the first one to arrive at Kyle's place, but that was okay, we just enjoyed ourselves with some gaming. I lost spectacularly in Mario Cart, but that was mostly due to the fact that I was going to see Kenny again and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I realized I was listened really intently for the sound of the doorbell.
The thought of seeing Kenny again made me really nervous and excited, a combination that was confusing and annoying me. When the doorbell rang again we could already hear the sound of some bickering floating up to the window. I tried to contain my shaking hands as we put our controllers down and Kyle went downstairs for the door. We could just make out Cartman's rant:

"..and if you would just give me the cupcakes you brought then I would-."

"No man, my sister made these! Fat chance I-." Kyle opened the door, stopping their bickering instantly. Cartman stomped in angrily but Kenny just grinned and pulled Kyle in for a hug. He winked at me from over Kyle's shoulder. I blushed enormously and winked back quickly. The growling behind me notified me that Cartman was stomping up the stairs. Kyle noticed too and stepped away from Kenny to follow him up the stairs. Just as well though. I only had eyes for Kenny and it was the same with him. It would be hard to explain our nearly starved looks.

"Don't go into my room, fat boy!" I heard Kyle say from afar, as Kenny drew closer

"I'll go where ever I want, stupid Jew face!" Cartman called back. I was left with Kenny who grinned and stepped even closer. I saw him hesitate and I knew he was remembering our last encounter. I smiled back, reassuringly and reached up to grasp his shoulder and we met in a short kiss.

"Hey." I whispered, remembering to keep the kiss short as Kyle and Cartman were already upstairs and would probably be wondering where we were if we started to make out downstairs. It was a hard thing to do, Kenny looked more ravishing than ever. His inviting grin and vivid blue eyes made a feeling of happiness surge through me.

"Hey." He smiled back. "Everything okay?" He sounded a bit worried.

"Yeah." I decided to suppress my feelings for a moment. I would talk to him later, for now I just wanted to hang with my friends.

"Good." He kissed me quickly again. "Let's go upstairs."

"What was that cupcake thing about?" I asked over my shoulder as I climbed the stairs. I saw his eyes snap back to my face. I realized he had been looked at my ass.

"My sister baked me some cupcakes." He held up his rucksack. "And of course Cartman wants them all."

We entered Kyle's room where Kyle and Cartman were bickering already, as per usual, but Cartman stopped bitching at Kyle when I entered with Kenny.

"There you are poor boy! Now hand over the cupcakes!"

Kyle frowned and snapped. "Like you and your fat ass need any more sugar!"

"You're just jealous you can't have any because of your diabetes!"

"Diabetes doesn't work like that you fat fuck!" Kyle bitched back.

"You guys relax!" Kenny held up his left hand and grabbed his bag with the other. "I've got enough for all of us." He started handing out some cupcakes, our hands brushing as he gave me mine. He winked again and turned towards the TV, grinning as he saw the Mario Cart menu playing.

"All right, let's game!"

We had a nice night, just racing each others in various games. I lost a lot, but that was mostly due to the fact that Kenny was sitting right next to me and deliberately brushing against me. Of course he was still wining fabulously, seemingly able to divide his attention between feeling me up and playing the game.
The cupcakes disappeared quickly, mostly due to Cartman and I managed to eat a few of them too. When Cartman lost to Kenny for the third time in a row and he nearly threw his controller through the window we decided to quite gaming and just watch a movie in stead.

"I never had a chance to ask." Kyle started as we changed into our pajama's and Kenny and Cartman rolled out their sleeping bags. "How is the poker playing thing going?"

"Good." Cartman said. "Although your boyfriend here isn't very good at losing." He pointed at me. I spluttered in protest.

"Not when you rub it in like that!"

"That's poker dude! Get used to it! You can't run off crying when you lose to someone from Westpark!"

"You cried?" Kyle looked at me in pity.

"No!"

"Oh, please, Stan! You left after I won!"

"You were gloating like a fucking retard, I hate that! That's why I left." I grumbled. Kenny walked up to me, in only his shirt and boxers. After a sleepover a few months ago, where he had crawled into bed with Cartman wearing only his underwear he was forced to always were a shirt during sleepovers.
He flung an arm around my shoulder and announced:

"Cartman, you know you are awful when you win."

"I'm a cute little princess, compared to how other people are."

"Did you just call yourself a princess?" Kyle's eyes went wide and Cartman blushed and averted his eyes. But he shrugged and inserted a DVD in Kyle´s tiny DVD player. "Maybe." He finished as he searched for the remote.

Kenny squeezed my shoulders and stepped away from me, moving to the bed. He jumped on it and flew his arms wide, seemingly inviting us to join him.

"C'mere, bitches!" He grinned at us. I knew he was giving me the chance to snuggle up to him without the others noticing. Kyle merely rolled his eyes but in the end did get on the bed. I joined Kenny on his right side, Kyle on his left and Kenny threw an arm around the both of us.

"Ah, to be in bed with two pretty boys...what more can you ask for?" He contemplated. I could feel his hand shift lower, tracing his thumb over my side. Kyle grumbled something.

"I don't like this much physical contact."

"You do it with Stan." Cartman announced as he turned away from the TV, looking at the three of us on the bed.

"Jesus Christ, gayness overload!" But he, too, was grinning and joined us. Smashing Kyle between him and Kenny.

"Can't breath!" Kyle protested. But just then did I recognize the song that was playing from the TV. Oh, Lord, not again, not-

"Titanic! Really?" I growled.

"Aw, Stan. I thought you liked romance!" Kenny said.

"Yeah well, I do. But we watch this movie every damn time we are with the four of us."

"You guys are whiners." Cartman announced and pressed play. Why he liked these types of movies so much remained a mystery to us. We did know however that he often got oddly quite during them and I was sure I had seen him cry in quiet after we watched 'PS I love you' once.

Kyle conjured some chips from his bedside table, obviously hidden there in advance and we started eating like the hungry teenagers we were during the movie. Kenny's hand still tracing my side and I felt myself leaning against him in comfort. But then, of course, the famous 'king of the world bit' came up and Kyle started protesting.

"God, this is such a bad movie."

"No it isn't! Know your classics, Kahl!" Cartman grunted.

"Yes, this bit is awesome! Cartman is right for loving this." Kenny announced and he got up, moving to stand on the bed. We looked up at him in confusion but he held out his hand to Cartman and grinned.

"My fair lady, would you-."

"Aw, Jesus Christ, Kenny!" Kyle exclaimed. But Kenny didn't wait for Cartman's answer and just grabbed him but the wrists and pulled him up. I had to smile at Kenny's behavior.

"NO KINNY!" But Kenny's cheeky grin was infecting me and I got up too, to help him move Cartman into the appropriate pose.

"What-NO! YOU GUYS!" But embarrassing Cartman was something we all liked doing, especially Kyle, who got up with a big smirk and tried to get hold of one of Cartman's arms that was aiming to hit Kenny. Kyle and I managed to get hold of his arms, grabbing them to have him mimick Rose's pose from the screen. All the while Cartman was shouting at me and the three of us were tipping dangerously to the side.

"I hate you guys!" Cartman shouted as Kenny moved to stand behind him.

"Do you trust me?" Quoting the movie. He had to yell to get over Cartman's furious shouting and Kyle's happy whooping.

"You are ruining this classic for me! I fucking hate you ass faces!" I could see Kyle loosing his footing as Cartman tried to get his arm out of his grip.

"Watch ou-." I started yelling, but too late. The four of us tumbled onto the bed in one gigantic heap.

I climbed into bed and Kyle joined me. I turned off the lights and we snuggled under the covers.

"You guys have ruined this movie for me." Cartman's muffled voice came from somewhere around Kyle's waist, where it was pressed against Kyle's shirt.

"Shut up, it's an awful movie anyway." Kyle muttered, curls a mess and his arm trapped under Kenny's body. I just snuggled up closer to them. Pressing my chest against Kenny's side who seemed to like that physical contact very much. Unfortunately, it also meant that I was pressing myself more against Cartman.

"All right that's it. This is way too gay for me. Off, OFF!" He shouted and threw us off of him.

"Maybe it's time to go to bed." Kyle muttered. Kenny climbed out of the bed as well, fingers trailing over my ass as he did so. We turned off the TV and all got into bed.

"Damn, I'm tired." Cartman said from his place from the floor.

"What did you do today?" Kenny asked.

"Just my part time job, you know." He boasted. "And then nailed some chick I met yesterday."

"Yeah, right." Kyle scoffed.

"Damn right I did!" Cartman called back. "I'm not some fag like you two! Still sleeping in the same bed…you're 17 for crying out loud!"

"Oh, this again." I called back. "We're not gay together!" I heard Kenny snicker from his sleeping bag.

"Whatever, you guys are total fags and that's final. I'm going to sleep." He turned over in his sleeping bag.

"Damn right, we're not gay together!" Kyle echoed. "Especially since you have that new girl." The last part was whispered so that only I would hear. I turned to Kyle and whispered back:

"Would like to meet her? Maybe I'm ready for that after I had my talk with her. If all things go well, that is." It was a big thing for me to decide. But I knew that without Kyle's support I simply couldn't continue hanging out with Kenny the way I was doing at that moment. But of course, Kyle didn't know the gravity of the question and apparently didn't detect my unease. He just grinned and traced his fingers over my neck.

"Well, I would like to meet this girl that can give you hickeys like that." He whispered back at me. My eyes widened in shock and I realized my encounter with Kenny had been more intense than I had thought. My shock made my voice quite a bit louder than Kyle's had been.

"Oh, fuck! I didn't even know I-."

"Can you guys be quiet? I want to go to sleep." Cartman interrupted from his place on the floor. But Kyle piped up, not bothering to keep quiet in the slightest.

"Okay, but first I want to hear about Stan's new girl who is giving him hickeys like that." He repeated loudly.

"Hickey? Girl? What kind of girl?" I could see Kenny sit up instantly in his sleeping bag. It was dark but I knew he was looking over at us.

"Kyle.." I growled in warning.

"What? Can't I at least know some details about this mystery girl my best friend has been seeing?"

"You can ask him in the morning." Cartman barked. He turned over. "I'm going to sleep." Naturally he was ignored by the rest of us.

"No! No! I want to know too!" Kenny chimed.

"Oh, God!" I pulled the covers over my head, trying to hide from the conversation.

"You really think this will work?" Kyle's muffled voice came from above the covers.

"Yes." I felt a weight settle on my legs. Kenny must have joined us on the bed. Then the covers were yanked off of me. I tried to grab them but they must have anticipated that because Kenny grabbed my wrists and pressed them to the bed.

"No!"

"Oh, yes." He smirked, leaning in. His familiar smell and feel of his body was relaxing me in spite of my utter terror at being trapped like that.

"Come on, Stan." Kenny pressed on, grinning. "Tell us about this girl!" His eyes were dancing with playfulness. Obviously I meant him when I said 'girl'.

"Yeah!" Kyle joined in, leaning over me too so that two grinning faces were in my view. The soft light from the streetlamp outside illuminated their faces. "You promised you would tell me later! Now is later. So." He moved closer. "Is she pretty? Black hair? Blonde hair?" He tweaked his own hair. "Red hair?"

"She, uhm, yeah she's very pretty." Kenny grinned harder. "And she has blond hair."

"Blond? Huh." Kyle looked surprised. "And..? Come on dude!" He shook my shoulder.

"Tell us more!" I blushed and looked at Kyle while I talked, not able to look Kenny in the eye.

"She's really funny and tells a lot of jokes and I like that a lot about her."

"Is she hot?" Kenny shifted so that he could catch my eye. He winked quickly, so that Kyle couldn't see.

"Y-yes." I felt my blush intensify as the shifting on my legs was starting to make me hard.

"But you guys still haven't talked right? So you don't know if you're exclusive or something?" That was Kyle again. I swallowed as I saw Kenny smirk. He must have noticed my body's reaction to his shifting.

"No, no I have only texted her and I didn't dare to ask her like that."

"But why not? Kyle actually looked shocked. "Do you want to be exclusive?" he asked. "Because I think you do, I have a feeling you're crazy about her!"

"Yeah, I am and I- I guess I do." I was terrified to catch Kenny's eye again but found that my eyes were pulled towards his. I saw realization shine in them, he knew why I had been upset.

"Yeah!" Kenny said. "Why would she want to date someone else when she has you?"

"I don't know." I held Kenny's gaze. "You tell me."

"I bet that if she really understands what a wonderful person you are she would only be seeing you. If not then she is just a bitch." He smirked.

"Really, Stan." Kyle said, sounding worried. "Otherwise she really isn't worth your time."

"Oh, GOD!" Cartman called from the floor. "Can you guys at least hold the gayness for the morning? I am trying to sleep here!"

"Well, maybe we are trying to be a good friend to Stan here!" Kyle shouted back, turning to Cartman. I couldn't see them in the dark but I knew Cartman was sitting up to start a tirade and that Kyle was balling his fists in anger. Kenny glanced over at them and then quickly leaned in and pecked me on my mouth. He smiled as he backed up slightly and whispered in my face, his soft voice overshadowed by Kyle and Cartman's furious shouting at each other.

"Don't worry."

"Really?" He leaned in and we kissed very softly.

"Really." He climbed off of me and put his hand on Kyle's shoulder to pull him back onto the bed, interrupting him mid-rant.

"…would ever have to worry about you dating a gi-."

"Come on, Kyle. Let's go to sleep." Kyle grumbled, but Cartman was silent too. Indicating the fight was over. Kyle got back under the covers and Kenny moved back into his sleeping bag. I heard Cartman whisper 'Fags' very quietly as he turned over in his sleeping bag.

Kyle turned to me and he scooted closer. He smiled at me and I put my arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. We still cuddled. It felt nice. Our knees brushing against each other and I was glad I wasn't hard anymore. Not that he would have felt it but it would have been plain awkward cuddling with Kyle like this and having a boner.

"Hey." He whispered, his arm sliding to my waist.

"Hey." I whispered back.

"You really like this girl, don't you?" I wasn't afraid the others would hear us, Cartman was already snoring loudly.

"Yeah, yeah I do." I smiled and he smiled back.

"Do I really get to meet her?"

"Not yet. Maybe later." I bit my lip. How would Kyle react to it? It kept coming back in my mind. I was terrified about it. But I also felt kind of stubborn. Kyle liked both me and Kenny, he should be thrilled! Right?

"Aw." He rubbed my side. "Are you afraid I won't like her? I'm not mother superior you know."

"You are, Kye." I grinned at him. He pinched my side and I jumped back, laying on my back. He moved with me, laying on my chest. My arm was still around his shoulder and his arm on my waist.

"Well, let me know when I can. I want to meet this girl that makes you this happy."

I grinned happily, deciding that Kenny did make me happy and that the day that Kyle would find out it was Kenny, I would be ready.

I awoke feeling very content. Somehow in the night we had switched positions, we often did. I lay curled up on Kyle's chest, arm flung over his slim waist. The slow rising of his chest was comforting as always. He had one arm around my shoulders and I heard him snoring softly above my head. If I was so content, then why was I awake? I opened my eyes and immediately saw why.

Cartman and Kenny were grinning and taking picture of us with their phones, both still in their pajamas. I moved up on my elbow and tried to snatch Cartman's phone.

"Give that here!" I managed, my voice all croaky from sleep. Cartman laughed and held the phone at arm length.

"No way! This is going in my scrapbook filled with evidence why the Jew is gay, so far over a hundred pages!" The voice of his nemesis finally woke Kyle from his slumber.

"What..? CARTMAN!" He was awake instantly and lunged for Cartman, tackling him to the bed. I managed to get away just in time, joining Kenny on the other side of the bed.

"They really don't realize that this makes them even gayer, do they?" Kenny murmured in my ear. We watched as Kyle straddled Cartman, trying to get the phone from his hands. Cartman was swearing loudly and dodging Kyle's eager hands. I looked into Kenny's face and felt sorry I wasn't able to wake up to it this morning.

"No, they don't. We should take a-" But he interrupted me, putting a hand on my mouth, the feel of his hand shooting straight to my cock. But I tried to remain focused on him and locked eyes with his which were glittering in mischief.

"Way ahead of you." Quickly he snapped a picture. I had short view of the photo: it looked like Kyle and Cartman were interrupted doing something very private. Cartman's hand on Kyle's waist and Kyle leaning in over Cartman, their noses nearly touching.

But the sound of the flash made both of them freeze up and as one man Cartman and Kyle rose up from the bed.

"Uh oh." Quickly I shielded Kenny from Cartman who instead, pounced me to the bed. I grabbed Cartman's wrists as he tried to get off of me to get to Kenny. The blond boy was running around the room getting chased by Kyle.

"Let go, Stan." Cartman growled above me. He was way heavier than any of us but also a lot stronger so he yanked himself free from my grip and he joined Kyle in his chase. Together they tackled Kenny to the bed and I tried to pull Kyle off of him and somehow admits of it all: Kenny's phone disappeared.

"WHERE'S YOUR GODDAMN PHONE, POOR BOY?" Cartman bellowed in Kenny's face as he grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

"I haven't got it!" Kenny bellowed back, sniggering and hiccoughing loudly. He held up his hands, which were both empty. Cartman's hands move over Kenny's t-shirt, groping him. I narrowed my eyes as I saw his big hands roam over Kenny's slim frame. But Kyle turned to me.

"Have you got it?" He had a slightly alarmed expression on his face and his hair was all frizzy from his earlier fighting with Cartman.

"What? No!" I held up my hands too. There was a moment of confusion when we realized none of us had it. We searched the bed but it looked as if Kenny's phone had really disappeared. Kenny himself looked a bit sad and frustrated.

"Damn, I hope I haven't lost it for real, damn thing was expensive." He had a blush on his cheeks from running and struggling.

"Maybe we should call your phone?" Kyle suggested but his voice was drowned out by the sounds of Cartman's rumbling stomach.

"Later." Cartman grunted, getting up from the bed. "Breakfast first." He left the room, hoisting up his boxers, a very unpleasant sight. Kyle watched him go and turned to Kenny.

"When we find that phone we're going to delete that picture, you hear me?" He used his threatening voice. Kenny nodded in fear. With a sigh Kyle got up and went after Cartman. I looked at Kenny and rose my eyebrow at him.

"Where's your phone, Kenny?" I grinned, leaning in. He grinned back at me and grabbed my hand leading it over his clothed torso and sliding lower.

"Somewhere Kyle and Cartman don't dare to go." I blushed as he pushed my hand under the waistband of his boxers.

"But I bet you aren't afraid of going there." And sure enough, I felt the cold plastic of his phone pressed against his cock. I swallowed as my fingers brushed over him.

"God, I missed you." I blurted out.

"I missed you too. But right now we haven't got time for ah-." He couldn't finish his sentence as I trailed my fingers over his rapidly swelling length. He withdrew our hands and lay our entwined fingers on his stomach.

"Come over tonight." He whispered, his eyes shining with lust and longing. I leaned in to kiss him, our morning breaths mingling.

"Yeah, I will. You have to learn me more poker anyway." I smiled against his mouth.

"Deal." He kissed me again. "I have to send that picture to you though, for safekeeping. I want to keep it as blackmail material." I grinned and backed up, our fingers still entwined.

"You're lucky they thought you had really lost it." With reluctance I disconnected our hands. He smiled up at me.

"That's just because I have a better poker face than you have."

I looked at him in shock as we got off the bed. He noticed and smiled reassuringly at me.

"Kidding, babe. Just kidding." He petted me on my head and we walked out off Kyle's room, the comforting sounds of Kyle and Cartman bickering floating up the stairs towards us.