Please accept this lemon in my deepest, DEEPEST apologies for being a procrastinating little bitch. Sooo... TAKE IT! READ IT! BASK IN IT! MASTURBATE TO IT! THANK THE LORD FOR IT! And please don't kill Pocket... And hey, look, 'cause people asked for it a long time ago... look down approximately one line. 8D
Kenny's POV
It was probably the alcohol that made me do it. No, I'm sure it was the alcohol. As long as it was in my system, my mind was... I don't even know.
I dragged him from the cabin and to our own without notice. Or at least, I thought we were unnoticed. I wasn't fully capable of being aware of our surroundings at the time.
I pushed him up against the wall, sucking and biting viciously at his neck. His face was increasingly red, and he was panting softly, misty-eyed, as I felt up his shirt. My mind was buzzing and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. Cartman would not beat me to it, no way, no how. I wanted his v-card, his innocence, his purity. No one else could have it. It was mine. He was mine.
"Ah, Kenny..." he whimpered as I latched onto one of his nipples with my teeth and tugged playfully. He reached out for something to hold onto and I gave him my hand, which he squeezed tightly. I trailed my kisses downward and groped at his erection, emitting a gasp of pleasure from the smaller boy. I grinned to myself. This was easy. This was fun.
I pulled on the drawstring of his baby blue cotton shorts and they fell around his ankles, exposing his Hello Kitty underwear. I glanced up at his drunken face and he tried desperately to hide his embarrassment. He was so cute...
I felt my aggression build up and pushed him down on the single bed - Cartman's bed.
"No, Kenny... ah!" he cried as I landed kisses just above his underwear line and moved slowly down the bulge.
"Shh..." I soothed, gently tugging down the fabric and taking hold of his erection. He gasped as a touch it and bit his lip, making me grin. I stroked him a bit, feeling him shake beneath me as the foreskin ran over the head. I pulled it back and gently kissed the tip. He whimpered as I licked it, shaking horribly. I smirked and ran soft kisses down the shaft, fingering his balls, before I took him into my mouth. He gasped at the sensation and I smirked, rolling my tongue over the head.
"Ah, Kenny, stop it, I can't... ah!" said Butters, biting mercilessly at his thumb.
I pulled back, licking my grinning lips hungrily and stripping off my hoodie. His eyes opened slowly and widened as I pulled my white undershirt off, revealing my finely tuned torso. I take damn good pride in that thing, and his apparent appreciation for it was extremely satisfying. Intoxicating. Like a strange kind of high. I've had all sorts of highs. From every kind of drug there is to adrenaline to a plain old sugar high. But nothing like this. This was impossibly delicious. This was wonderful.
"Suck on these for a sec," I told him, offering his panting mouth two of my right fingers. His hazy eyes looked at them in confusion for a moment, but slowly he pulled him towards him and enveloped them between his soft virgin lips, closing his eyes once more. Ecstasy flooded through my hand and arm and exploded into the rest of my body. However bad a blow job he would give, the feeling of his tongue unskillfully running over my fingers felt sooo good. After a moment or two, I pulled them back and he made the most adorable sound of protest, his tongue reaching helplessly out for them to return.
"Don't worry, Buttercup, they're going somewhere better..." I cooed, kissing his forehead. My hand moved downward and my middle digit circled his throbbing hole.
"Ah, Kenny, not there- mmn!" I cut his frightened protest off with a ravishing kiss, pushing the finger in. He gave a small muffled cry at the unfamiliar sensation, and I stroked his face with my other hand for comfort. Once his shaking had calmed down some and he had before more accustomed to the feeling I began to slowly move it in and out. He wiggled in discomfort at first but it quickly turned into him thrusting against my hand, trying to somehow make my finger go deeper. I grinned into our still continuing kiss and pushed the other finger in. He squealed and a shiver ran through him, probably a small jolt of pain. I paused to let him become accustomed to it, but he impatiently moved himself.
The most incredible feeling yet came over me. He wanted this. He wanted me. This wasn't just me taking advantage of his innocence, exhausting my desires on his body. I wasn't the only one who wanted it. He wanted it, too. I almost came right then from just that thought, but the embarrassment of coming before Butters is something I don't think I could live with. So I pushed the urge down and continued to finger the smaller boy.
I inserted a third finger without much resistance. Maybe he was numb from the incredible feeling running through both of us. I couldn't take it much longer. I'd have to do it soon.
"Butters..." I muttered into his mouth, pulling back just enough for breathe. "I'm going to put it in."
He gave a small gasp, opening his eyes and giving me a scared look with an edge of desire. He swallowed and nodded lightly. I pulled out my fingers and unzipped my pants and pulled my own erection through the hole in my boxers. I gulped. This was it. I was going to have Butters. He was going to be mine. Not Cartman's, not anyone else's but mine. I'd lost Kyle to Stan, but I was ready for that. It had to be done. But not Butters. I'd keep him.
"Butters..."
BAM!
I looked up from Butters' lust filled face in alarm of the door slamming open. I gulped. I was so close, just a moment away from entering him. And there he stood, a look of pure shock and horror planted on his face. As we stared at each other, it became more and more laced with hurt, an emotion which rarely appeared in him.
"Eric..." I said shakily, backing slightly off of Butters.
He clenched his fists, anger causing him to tremble. I expected him to hit me and I began to prepare for the blow, but it never came. He turned. And he ran.
"ERIC!" screamed Butters helplessly, a heartbreaking scream. He pushed me off of him and grabbed his shorts from the floor, pulling them on as she stumbled out of the cabin after him. I stared after him, my mind caving in on itself. And before I could even consider what to do next, he was gone.
Man, writing lemon in first person is HORRIBLE. X/3/X As soon as he got his underwear down, I like, completely froze up and procrastinated for another couple months. Third person I can do, I wrote a pretty fucking steamy double penetration scene for SLA without any problem, but this... God it was soooo embarrassing. Or maybe it's just blow jobs I have trouble with? Meh, I'm really regretting making this a first person story, especially since it's ANYONE's POV, really. I mean, what was I THINKING? -_-
You've probably notice how drastically my writing has improved. Well, maybe not from this, but hopefully it had at least the air of decent writing which the rest of this story so desperately lacks? I'm even starting to be appalled by how WFNPF is written... meh. Please God, let SLA and TWOW turn into decent stories...
Actually, I think I got Kenny out of character for a few paragraphs there... oops. X3 Ah well.
The question of the next POV has been answered by several. The chapter titles are quotes from the chapter from the character whose POV is next. Yeah, I'm gunna stop doing that. X3 It's dumb and I'm embarrassed by it. So I changed all the chapter titles.
For everyone who read this story in the beginning and is STILL following it, I love you. If you haven't read any of my other stories, I suggest you go do that to occupy your time. I'm not sure exactly how fast I'll update from now on, but WFNPF is finished, and SLA is still trumping along.
Have you guys seen Kuroshitsuji II? Holy SHIT, Alois is a FREAK, huh? XD
Well, anyway, I'm REALLY, REALLY sorry for procrastinating for almost two years and I'm REALLY, REALLY sorry this isn't that long. I hope you all like it, though, please review my loves!
