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Cartman

Token about had a fit, the next day during lunch. The tournament was right around the corner and according to him we had to practice a lot more. Someone of North Park had let it slip how easily it would be to beat us and of course, all our male pride was hurt and we just had to take our revenge for that. I felt slightly amused over all that fuzz.

I liked playing poker, sure, and had gotten quite good at it. But having to have to win that badly...Considering I didn't even know how to play poker 6 weeks ago I already was very proud of having gotten so good at it in such a short time. That urge that I had to win when I was younger seemed to have melted away a bit.

Token was relentless however. And along with Cartman he pressured us to practice almost every night at his house. Cartman had gotten really, oddly serious about the whole business. As if he used it as some sort of distraction for something. He actually called me 3 times during dinner, demanding I came over to Token's house on the double to practice more. I had rolled my eyes but had gone either way.
Once there we practiced for hours and Cartman actually got extremely mad at Clyde for turning up late. Clyde totally lost his cool and had shouted something about how Cartman was just a stupid bully who always had to get his way and then, to our big surprise, had broken down crying. Token had rushed to call Craig who came over immediately. Craig had patted Clyde on the back before taking him home with him. We had practiced in silence, Clyde and Cartman's odd behavior hanging like a dark cloud over our heads.

Due to all this practicing and my regular schoolwork and obligations I hadn't had any time to see Kenny at all. It was the night before the tournament when I finally manned up and called Token with a fake excuse to be able to have a night off. He just sighed and said that it was okay, Clyde wasn't coming as well and they needed more people to be able to practice properly.

I hadn't even checked with Kenny if he was free that night, but I sincerely hoped so. We had only been able to talk on the phone or text each other during that week. Or some hurried meetings in the boy's bathroom in school. But it was not enough for me, I needed to talk to him, be with him properly. I called him just after dinner, finally free from my schoolwork and my chores.

"Hey darling!" He greeted in his cheerful manner.

"Hey babe." I said shyly. "I was wondering, do you want to go to Stark's pond with me? Tonight?"

He was silent for a moment. "You want to meet me outside?"

I frowned. He sounded very excited about that for some reason. Too excited. I was only asking him to go to the park.

"Er, yes." I said, still a bit confused.

"Of course! When?"

"About an hour or something?"

"Awesome! See you then."

I was a bit early at Stark's pond so I just put down my rucksack and sat down. I had brought some chocolate chip cookies for Kenny, because I knew how much he loved them. I waited for him and meanwhile just enjoyed the early summer heat and lay down on my back, looking at the shifting leafs of the tree above me. I closed my eyes for a tiny moment, to soak in the warmth of the sun and the feeling of the earth underneath me. It was in moments like these that I felt really connected to the earth and all hippy like again. I never told Kyle or Cartman about those moments.

I could hear footsteps approach me however and knew, or hoped, that it was Kenny. And it was. He practically bounded towards me and threw himself at me. A flash of blond hair and slightly shabby clothes and he was in my lap.

"I'm so glad you wanted to meet me outside!" And then I knew why he had sounded so excited.

For the next thing I knew I was flat on my back, getting straddled by Kenny. A pair of lips found mine and I kissed back with vigor, my hands finding their way into Kenny's hair. Both of us desperate and hungry. It felt like I hadn't seen him in a week and judging by his kissing he felt the same.

And I couldn't possibly get enough of kissing Kenny. Every time it was just as intense as the first time we kissed and I felt overwhelmed by emotions. All good and pure. Wendy never made me feel like that, it was only Kenny. I never asked if he felt the same way, but I was nearly completely positive he did. Talking about feelings to another guy, even when that guy was doing things to me no other person had ever done, still felt a bit weird.
Even Wendy could get sick and tired of hearing my emotional outbursts and she was a girl, they were supposed to be good at those things. But my mind and feelings could not be silenced and I felt myself talking almost without my own consent.

"Hm, Kenny." I murmured against his lips. "I really like kissing you."

"God, me too." He whispered back.

"I mean." I babbled, my mind distracted by the way his mouth shifted to suck on my neck. "I like it better than with girls."

"That's good, considering you're dating a guy." He murmured.

"Better than with Wendy." He froze. I felt as if I had crossed some invisible line. The way he went rigid atop of me scared me. It appeared as if he was shocked or angry. He got up to gaze down at me.

His clear blue eyes wide in shock and his lips pink from our kissing.

"Better than with Wendy?" He repeated, voice low and broken. I had never seen him like this: wrecked, stunned.

"I, ah, yes." I replied weakly.

"Fuck Stan." He breathed out and he kissed me again, desperate. "Are you serious?"

"Yes! Yes I am." I grew even more nervous as I pressed my mouth against his.

"I mean, I know we're dating and everything but-." I didn't let him finish, instead I trailed my fingers over his cheek and started:

"Kenny..." How was I going to put into words what I felt at that moment? I didn't know, so I just threw myself into it headfirst.

"We've been friends for so long, we have experienced so many things together. I feel that you and I...that we fit together, you know? Better than I ever did with Wendy."

"God, Stan. You are just so..." He seemed at a loss for words and I didn't know what to make of that.

"But, but you feel the same, right?" I said, scared out of my mind that he didn't. "Because, because we're dating and we did the whole 'I love you' thing and I really do you know." I had started babbling again, and didn't know how to stop myself. "I know we don't talk about our feelings a lot but I really-."

This time he cut me off by pressing a finger to my lips.

"Stan, don't worry." He smiled. "I feel the same with you, okay? It has never felt like this for me either. I just always considered Wendy to be the love of your life."

"Yeah, she was."

"Are you saying that right now I am your big love?" He whispered. And then I knew why he was so stunned and so scared.

"I don't know. Maybe. I don't really think like that."

"Oh come on, Stan! You are always so emotional! Of course you think like that!"

"Wendy always hated that about me." I said, changing the subject. Maybe it was still a bit too delicate, and too girly, to talk about.

"Really? Because that's what I love about you the most." He grinned in his usual manner again. "But I'm not really good at telling you these things. How about I show you how much I love you?"

"You feel the same then?" I murmured as his lips found my neck once more.

"Of course! It has never been with anyone the way it is with you." His hands slid under my shirt.

"I feel like a girl talking about my feelings like this." I said breathlessly.

"Then allow me to make you feel like a man." He growled and dipped down to kiss me once more.

His hands caressed my sides, thumbs sliding over the soft skin of my stomach. Tickling and arousing me at the same time. He ground down onto my lap again and I whimpered against his lips. I remembered quite vividly how it had felt to press my fingers inside of him and the thought alone made me nearly dizzy with desire. Our hurried meetings in bathrooms and quick kisses in between classes were not enough for me. And also not for him so it seemed. He was persistently rubbing our erections together through the fabric in a very slow, grinding way. As if he were giving me a lap dance. He moaned softly against my lips and that beautiful sound seemed to vibrate all through my body.

My hands had a mind of their own, sliding under his shirt and tracing over the warm and soft skin they found there. I shivered at the feeling of him, finally able to touch him where ever I wanted to. I gripped his hips firmly to aid in his grinding.

"Kenny!" I exclaimed as he ground down onto me particularly hard. I was so aroused, I would surely come in my jeans very soon.

"Fuck, I want to ride you so bad." He growled. I couldn't resist him anymore.

"Okay, okay. Yes, please." I whispered, backing up. "You brought any...?" He smacked his pocket with his hand.

"Like you would have to ask." He murmured, leaning in. I started to unbutton his jeans when he froze. Maybe he had changed his mind. But he clambered off of me to yank me into the bushes. He leaned forward to grab my rucksack and moved to sit beside me. I looked at him in wonder and he explained:

"Someone's coming." He whispered urgently. "Besides, we might be safer here either way." We hid behind some bushes to wait until they had passed. Kenny peaked through the branches to see if they were gone.

"You'll never guess who it is?" He whispered with a spark in his eye.

"Who?" I whispered back.

"Kyle!"

"What?!" I hissed and he clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my speech. He moved aside and I peeked through the branches as well. And sure. Kyle was quite close to us and he looked rather nervous. He sat down on a bench near the pond and looked around aimlessly.

"What is he doing here?" I whispered urgently. Kenny just grinned, smoothing some of his hair.

"I think we'll find out soon. Also, maybe, the reason why he lied to you so often."

My arousal had all but disappeared. Making out or having sex with my best friend in view was just out of the question. And Kenny seemed to understand that as well for he didn't try anything. Silently we watched Kyle. I was burning up with curiosity. Could this perhaps finally be the answer?

We didn't have to wait long. For after barely a minute someone else showed up. A guy. A bit chubby, with brown hair and a big big smile on his face. Clyde.

"Ah, he's just meeting Clyde." I whispered to Kenny.

"Dude! Don't you see it?" Kenny had an ecstatic expression on his face. As if what he had thought had been confirmed, but how could he have know Kyle was there to see Clyde?

"See what? I don't know, man. They're just hanging out I guess. But I didn't even know they were such good friends." Clyde had reached Kyle, who stood up and smiled widely.

"Oh Stan, you are so innocent sometimes." Kenny said, smiling at me.

"What are you..." But I was silenced as Clyde leaned in.

To kiss Kyle.

My mouth dropped open as Kyle accepted him readily, wrapping his arms around Clyde's shoulders to draw him in closer.

And then it hit me.

It had not been Wendy that Clyde been insecure about. He wasn't uneasy around me because he was dating my ex, he was uneasy because he was dating my best friend. He wasn't bailing on Craig and Token because he was lazy. He wasn't late at poker meetings because he overslept or something else. It wasn't Wendy who had given him that hickey...

It was all because Kyle.

And Kyle...he had lied to me to be able to see Clyde. That was why he was always so distant, so defiant against Cartman. Someone had awoken that side of him. And it had been Clyde.

Stunned I stared, as my best friend kissed Clyde with desperation. And I knew: this wasn't just an infatuation. This was love.

Beside me I heard Kenny snicker quietly. I turned to him and I could see his eyes dancing with joy and mischief.

"You knew?" I whispered. He shrugged.

"I had some suspicions."

But we were both silenced as the two other boys started talking.

"I missed you." That was Clyde, all lovey dovey as usual, but now he was being like that to Kyle, it was weird to see.

"I missed you too." Kyle said shyly, who was less comfortable with showing affection like that. "But aren't you supposed to be at poker practice now?"

"Yeah." Clyde snickered. "But I called in to say I wasn't coming."

"Oh Clyde, again?" But Kyle said it with a smile.

"Yeah again. But after the tournament-."

"Oh you bet! After..." Kyle said, trailing off. They already had their own language together.

"God, I can't wait to show you around."

"Same here. But I think I'll have to tell Stan before that though." I locked eyes with Kenny.

"Do you think he'll mind?" Clyde asked. "I mean, Cartman wasn't so pleased when he found out." Clyde's voice came. Kenny and I frowned at that. When and how had Cartman found out?

"He did keep his promise about not telling the others though." Kyle said.

I remembered Cartman's devastated look from earlier. Then it the whole puzzle fit together perfectly. Cartman had seen them talking in the hallway as well. But he had known what that had meant, whereas my mind had only glimpsed at that thought, Cartman's had reached the obvious conclusion before I had. He had always been very interested in Kyle. Very, very interested. He was devastated because maybe he was interested in Kyle a bit too much.

I looked back to Kyle and Clyde who were still pretty much wrapped around each other. I had rarely seen Kyle with such a happy, gleeful expression on his face. Sure, he had lied to me about Yom Kippur, but I saw the result of it in front of me: a very happy best friend. I almost didn't mind at all about his secrecy.

"I never thought he would have." Clyde grumbled. "But I guess people do crazy things when they have a crush."

"Yeah, I guess." Kyle smirked. That bastard had known about Cartman's infatuation all along.

"I don't like how much he likes you."

"Don't worry, teddy bear." I could see from the corner of my eye how Kenny slammed his hand over his mouth to not start laughing. Kyle had a real soppy side, sure. I grinned.

"I only like you."

"Really? Not other brunettes? Or dark haired guys?" Clyde's insecurity was adorable. "Like Stan?" He said. I gaped and Kenny's hand grasped my knee, squeezing it softly. No doubt he found this very funny.

Kyle scoffed.

"No way! He is my best friend! That would be too weird, I don't see him that way. Besides, he is as straight as an arrow. He is dating a new girl you know." Kenny's hand tightened on my knee and his grin was visible from the corner of my eye. I turned to him and he was indeed grinning widely. I smiled back and tugged him in for a quick kiss.

"Straight as an arrow." Kenny mumbled softly. I was about to reply when Kyle and Clyde distracted us once more.

"Oh, okay." Clyde voice came, sounding really relieved.

"And you'll tell Craig, right?"

"Erm..."

"Clyde..." Kyle used his dangerous, threatening voice. It worked on me but also on Clyde so it seemed.

"He may already know." Clyde grinned nervously. "I told him I had missed the movie the other day for a date. And Craig said: blond. And I said: no red. And then he sort of cornered me about it and I told the truth."

Kyle only seemed momentarily angry before sighing.

"Oh, Clyde." Kyle sighed and slid his hand into Clyde's hair.

They kissed again and they got really into it. Hands started to move over backs and slid into curls or moved over asses. I nearly jumped as I fell a hand on my own thigh. Kenny smirked at me and moved his hand higher. Was he seriously feeling me up while we watched my best friend making out? I tried to push his hand away but it only made him more persistent.

"Let's go to your place." Clyde mumbled as Kyle started to kiss down his neck.

"God, yes. Yes." Kyle replied in such a deep, husky voice, that had he not been my best friend I would have gotten aroused. They practically dashed away from the pond, stopping every few meters to kiss each other or grope for each others ass. Both obviously very, very much in love.

I turned to Kenny, still stunned. I could not believe Kyle had been seeing Clyde behind my back. I felt sort of betrayed and also a bit dumb for not finding out myself. Kenny gave me little comfort however. The bastard burst out laughing, really really loud as if he had been holding it in for the past few minutes.

"Your face when they kissed!" He hiccoughed with tears in his eyes. I smacked him on the head.

"Not funny Kenny!"

"Oh, but yes!" We moved out of the bushes and I handed him my rucksack.

"Here."

"What, why?" But then he looked inside and gasped loudly in surprise. "Chocolate chip cookies!" He looked at me with a glint in his eyes.

"If I didn't love you before I sure as hell would love you now." Immediately he ripped open the package and bit into a cookie.

"We could eat some cookies and then go to your place maybe?" I proposed as we both sat down.

"Hm hm." He said, mouth full of cookie. The sight of his happy face with chocolate and crumbs in the corners of his mouth was endearing and I smiled at him, taking a cookie myself.

He was still eating and said in an aloof sort of voice: "But Clyde has a point you know."

"He has? About what?" I asked slightly bewildered.

"It's nice to show your boyfriend around."

"Yeah." I said. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips to kiss my fingers, crumbs and chocolate everywhere.

"And I want to show you around too." He said in a strong voice.

"Me too." I whispered.

"After the tournament?" He echoed Clyde and Kyle's idea.

"Yes. After the tournament."

And I grabbed his hand to pull him in for a kiss, our lips tasting like chocolate.

Next chapter will be the last! I'm sorry you guys! This story is my biggest yet and it has been great fun writing it. I hope you have fun reading it too! And stay tuned for the last big conclusion :)