Chapter 5 :)
Sorry for the long wait, I've been away.
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Kyle panted as he sat quietly beside Butters, who was humming a song. He casually looked across to the red head, reading his expression and motions. Butters took a hand and placed it on Kyle's shoulder. "K-Kyle?" He stuttered, receiving no motion from the exhausted Jew. The blond had a look of worry in his eyes, was Kyle ill? Was he in pain?
"I-I'm fine..." Kyle spoke, eyes half lidded. He felt worn out, he had only ran a short distance, but after the events in the tent, he was well worked up. Butters offered him bottled water, gesturing him to take it. Kyle diverted a smile towards his friend and drank the beverage. He knew it could take the edge off of his exhaustion, even if by a small amount.
"It's just my diabetes, I'll be okay." Handing the bottle back to Butters, Kyle stood up and looked out towards the lake. He felt bad for running out on Stan earlier, he hadn't meant to. The reason was simple. He was embarrassed, even though both Stan and Kenny had seen his naked body before. He had many self esteem issues, ones that no one-not even Stan- Knew about.
"I-I'm glad to hear that." Butters gave Kyle an innocent grin, soon to be corrupted by Kenny's perverted mind. Though Butters himself wasn't all that innocent himself. Kyle sat down by the lake, picking up a slim rock and trying to skim it across the waters surface. Failing, he furrowed his brows and attempted again. And again. And again. A stone soon went skimming across the still liquid, though not from Kyle's hands, from Butters.
"Y-You need to bend y-your wrist more." The blond took hold of the red heads wrist and showed him the motion in which to flick the pebble. Kyle tried again with the motion, succeeding this time with the help of his friend.
"Oh, thanks." They sat for a while, skimming rocks in silence. Though it wasn't awkward, more of a friendly silence; knowing they both needed this time to think.
"Butters. Do you still like Kenny?" He asked, not facing the blond. Skimming another rock. Butters looked up from the lake, his azure orbs staring at the red head.
"W-Well sure I do. Why?" He asked.
"It would be a good time to tell him." Kyle spoke softly, reassuring the male, trying not to give away that he had told Kenny himself. Butters had a soft blush across his cheeks. He scratched the back of his blond mop and carried on skimming. Kyle didn't need an answer from the boy, he just wanted to make sure he knew that he wouldn't be rejected. That Kyle would be there for him if something went wrong.
"Ay! Kenny! Asshole!" Cartman got the attention of the two males, he had a pack of Cheesy Poofs in his hand. Stan's eyes were still slightly puffed and red, the tear marks gone now from thorough cleaning of his face.
"What?" Kenny hissed, he wasn't angry with the bigger male, he just had better thing to do right now. He had a hold of Stan's wrist in his hand, heading back to the tent, in search of their Jewish friend.
"Oh, Well, I recall a dare was given to the ass hole. And we are all ready to play again." The brunette mocked Stan. Sending him a cheshire smirk. Stan didn't feel the need to retaliate. Cartman wasn't of any importance right now. Kyle was the only thing that mattered. He played back the conversation he and Kenny had in his head. Remembering every point and bit of advice.
"Thought so..." Kenny mumbled under his breath. He felt a hint of jealousy bubble up in his gut, it was usual to feel it though. If Stan and Kyle were together it would pull apart Kenny's and Kyle's unusual friendship. But he could have Butters. He was aware Butters liked him, but could he replace what he had with the Jewish boy.
"Y-You knew?" Stan stuttered beneath his sniffles. He wiped his eyes and questioned the dirty blond. Kenny nodded.
"Of course, it was much too obvious dude..." He placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a winning smile. Causing Stan to smile in return.
"You need to confess. Kyle doesn't realise it yet, but he will if you tell him." Kenny re assured him, a stern look on his face. He knew what he was talking about so Stan listened. The only relationships Kyle had really been in was with Wendy. Which wasn't much experience.
"But...If he rejects me...I'll loose my best friend." Stan spoke in a plea. He had thought so much of the consequences, forgetting completely of the outcomes.
"And if he doesn't, then you and Kyle can be happy."
"St...Sta...STAN!" Kenny shook his friend who was stood dazing off into the distance. Stan clicked back into the real world, looking blankly at Kenny. Kenny tilted his head and chuckled.
"You're such an air head." He prodded Stan's forehead, causing a small red mark to form. The raven rubbed the spot and complained. He was lead into the circle for truth or dare. He noticed almost instantly that Kyle was missing. He had to second check to make sure.
"It's okay. He's probably with Butters." Kenny rubbed his arm friendly and concentrated on all the friends.
"I dare Tweek to go down on me..." Craig dared. Of course Wendy rejected that dare immediately and watched as Tweek twitched and pulled on his blond locks.
"Oh jesus!" He spoke, and craig argued back with Wendy. A dare was a dare. She had to get that through her head.
"No. I'm sure Tweek wouldn't even be able to handle the pressure." She argued. Knowing that a pick about Tweek would get him to switch his dare. Craig looked across to the twitching blond and grabbed his hand.
"We'll see about that Testaburger..." He smirked, although it was almost an empty smirk it still pissed off Wendy. Stan watched the events going on, he hadn't known that Craig would have chosen Tweek. It was the least obvious of his choices. The raven raised a brow at the couple then glanced at Wendy, her expression full of sadness. She also glanced at Stan and gave him a guilty look.
"Now, can we make Stan and Kyle do their dare?" Cartman scoffed, he was sat next to Wendy who didn't seem to un happy about sitting next to the fatass. Wendy nodded and stood up, gesturing everyone to head down to the lake.
"Where's the Jew? We can't do this dumb dare without him." The cocky male looked around the group of friends, scanning for the usual green ushanka.
"You know what. I thin you're al right Butters." Kyle punched him softly in the arm, heading back for the camp to meet everyone else. Butters chuckled and rubbed his arm.
"t-thanks" He stuttered. He had a stuck in his hand and was using it to hit down small plants and branches that obstructed their paths. The red head rubbed his eyes, he wasn't sure if he was up to getting secretly drunk with his best friend. He was extremely worn out still, shrugging the thought off he managed to wake himself up a bit.
"I think th-" The red head stopped, hearing a low groan from the nearby bushes. He gazed at Butters and raised a brow in question. The blond had thrown himself behind Kyle, shaking slightly.
"I-Is that a bear.." Butter's worried, Kyle could feel his heart beating fast and comforted him by shaking his head. He knew what a bear growl sounded like, and that wasn't one. Another moan emitted from the bush, this time it sounded much more high pitched. Kyle put a finger over his lips in signal to Butters to keep quiet whilst he checked it out.
Kyle crept to the bush and stood behind it, he gestured for Butters to follow, but shook his head in response. Kyle rolled his green eyes and peeked around the side of the bush, gazing at the sight he thought he would never had seen. 'Craig and Tweek?' He thought, his eyes widened. He stepped back, making sure not to interrupt them, attending to their sexual acts.
Butters gave him a questioning look, wanting to see what was so shocking. But Kyle sent him the opposite way. Not wanting him to see Tweek sucking off Craig.
"Kyle?" Butters asked.
"Fuck. Tweek was..." Kyle drifted off into a daze, he rested his head in his hands, trying to put everything together. It wasn't that surprising, but he hadn't quite expected that at that time.
"Why is everything so fucked up in my life Butters." Kyle sighed and chuckled lightly.
"Go look for your faggy boyfriend asshole." Cartman smirked towards Stan, shoving past him. Everyone was waiting by the lake, waiting for Kyle to show up and get the dare over and done with. Luckily Stan had remembered to take his cell with him, he pulled out the phone and looked at the signal bar. Empty. 'dammit.' The raven thought and headed away from the lake, going out to look for Kyle. Knowing no one would be happy until they did it.
"Want some help?" Kenny pulled on his arm, stopping him from walking off. Stan shook his head lightly and told Kenny he would be quick. He ran off slowly, heading for the camp, knowing that Kyle would head back there sooner or later today. 'Ky. Where the fuck are you' Stan growled and looked around whilst running, looking for any sign of movement in the forest.
He arrived at the camp shortly, looking around for Kyle. It looked like someone was here. In Kenny's tent. Stan headed for the shared tent, hoping Kyle was here.
"Ky?" Stan called, he saw Kyle pop out of the small tent and smile.
"Hey Stan. Where is everyone?" The red head wondered. Dusting himself off before walking up to his friend.
"At the lake. Waiting for us." Stan grabbed a hold of Kyle's wrist, feeling butter flies in his gut. He just wanted to get this over and done with. He felt a struggle from the smaller boy. Trying to get out of the strong grip.
"Stan. I don't want to." Kyle protested, finally getting free from the grip. He had a flush on his cheeks as he headed back into Kenny's tent, Butters already in there.
"You have to. It's a dare." Stan followed into the tent, crowding the place a little too much. Kyle gave him a glare. He knew why he wouldn't do it, so why wasn't he leaving him alone. Stan sat firmly on the ground, staring blankly at Kyle.
"Please Ky." Stan asked, his eyes seeming to have pure kindness in them. To Kyle Stan was acting different, he, seemed needy.
"No." Kyle said firmly. Butters meanwhile was sat in the middle of the small tantrum. He felt awkward. Th blond was gazing at the males, seeing their expressions.
"Kyle. You are fucking hot, you have a perfect body and you have nothing to worry about." Stan hissed, growing impatient with the red head. Kyle blushed furiously and looked towards Butters. The blond nodded and crawled out the tent, Kyle felt the awkward aura fade when his friend left. Butters helped, but he needed to talk to Stan alone.
Stan reached a hand out and ran it down the front of Kyle's chest, receiving a shiver from the smaller male.
"S-Stan. Don't" He pushed away, Stan feeling rejected. He understood, he couldn't make Kyle do something he didn't want to do. He would have hated someone to force him. Stan smiled and sat in silence for a moment, Kyle's grassy eyes gazing at him every once in a while. Kyle felt a hint of guilt pass through his body, he had been a little defensive towards Stan. His best friend.
"Sorry." He mumbled under his breath, Stan had heard. He nodded in reply, his hands running over the floor.
"Ky. I'm not forcing you. I know how you feel and I would be the same way." The raven assured him, trying to retain their moments of pure friendship.
"I just want you to know that I'm here if you want to talk." His dark bangs fell over his eyes, hiding his sadness. He hated to see Kyle so down. Hating himself so much. When he was already so perfect in Stan's eyes.
"Lets get drunk." Kyle gave Stan a cheeky smile, making sure he knew that he wasn't angry. Stan looked up and nodded. He really needed a drink right now. As he could tell, Kyle needed one too. Stan crawled out of the tent, seeing Butters sitting outside, drawing a picture with a twig. Stan gazed at him and chuckled.
"Hey Butters. Could you tell Kenny we aren't going. And only Kenny." Stan instructed, making sure he didn't tell anyone else. Butters nodded and carried on drawing with the fragile twig. Stan smiled as Kyle followed him into their own tent. Grabbing a bag of drinks and supplies. They knew if they got drunk here they would be forced to do the dare, they couldn't risk it.
"The woods should be fine. They wont find us in there." Stan spoke, rooting through a bag for some things. Kyle nodded and remembered what he saw earlier in the woods. Tweek giving Craig a blow job. He had to admit though, it was one of the hottest things he had seen. He even was a little excited from the event.
"Ky? You okay?" Eyes gazed into Kyle, he nodded and crawled back out the tent, followed by Stan.
They headed out deep into the woods, making sure that no one would find them. Stan had brought their sleeping bags, in case they couldn't walk back to the camp because of the states they were in.
Once they found a good enough spot, they dumped their stuff against a tree and pulled out the drinks. Ready for a good night.
"H-Hey Kenny" The small blond stuttered and sat next to his crush. Kenny smiled and ran a hand through Butters' locks, making him giggle lightly.
"T-The fella's said that they aren't gonna come..." Butters muttered, rubbing his knuckled together lightly, avoiding eyes contact with the dirty blond.
"Let's keep that our little secret." Putting a finger over Butters lips, Kenny smirked playfully down at his little friend. Without any hesitation, Butters followed Kyle's advice and licked the tip of his finger, leaving a small patch of saliva. Kenny was shocked by his innocent blond, being so playful.
"Kenny...I..." Butters couldn't finish, he was lost for words. He so desperately wanted to confess his feelings, but was too scared. The dirty blond raised a brow.
"I...er..." Butters shook his head and ran a hand over his leg, trying to calm his nerves. He could feel his gut tightening and a sick feeling taking over. He knew what was coming and ran over to the bushes, releasing his stomach into the bush. He felt related to Stan right now, he got so nervous he had puked.
"Are you okay?" Kenny asked. Rubbing a hand on the blond's back, comforting him. Butters rubbed his aching stomach and nodded. He felt a lot better now, though he really wanted some water to get rid of the acid taste in his mouth.
"Could we go get some water?" Butter's asked, Kenny agreed and helped his friend back to the camp, not wanting him to release his stomach again.
"Fuck." Kyle laughed, taking a large amount of vodka. Enjoying the pure, but sour taste in his mouth. Stan chuckled too, he was sat against a tree with his legs relaxingly splayed out. Kyle found the position welcoming and took a seat between his legs. They were already tipsy, being young and unable to take their drinks yet.
"S-Stan. You're funny." He mumbled and ran his hands across Stan's tense shoulders. Stan shrugged and grinned.
"I guess it just comes naturally to a guy like me." Joking, he felt Kyle punch him lightly. The red head reached over Stan for the bottle of Vodka, taking another large mouth full of the liquid. Swallowing it quickly.
"Ky. Give me some." He gestured for the bottle but Kyle shook his head and jumped off of his lap, sitting far away and drinking it to himself. Stan growled and set his eyes on Kyle's lips, he knew Kyle was much more tipsy than he was. Due to the fact he could walk and talk properly still.
"Come get it." Kyle mocked him playfully, licking the taste of alcohol from his own lips.
Stan nodded and readied himself for an eventful night. In many ways.
Not very long this time but I didn't want to do any Yaoi in this chapter.
Hope you enjoyed it ^^