Chapter 6 people! Here comes some good old Bunny :D
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"Thanks Kenny." Butters muttered and wiped his mouth, handing the bottle of clear liquid back to his crush. Kenny had a look or anxiety in his expression, which Butters noticed. The lighter blond put a hand on his friends shoulder, comforting him, showing him he had nothing to worry about. Kenny just nodded in response and took a seat next to the small blond.
"Kenny...I'm gonna go lie down for a little while." He spoke with a smile, Kenny nodded and helped Butters back to the small tent. He unzipped the front and helped him in, an arm around him for stance. Butters was truly grateful to Kenny for everything he had done in his life. Although Kenny may not have known it, he made a huge impact on his life.
Butters knelt on his sleeping bag, hands caressing his thighs. He smiled up at Kenny and patted the seat next to him, gesturing for him to sit down and get comfy.
"You don't have to stay Kenny." The lighter blond smiled and laid back fully on the floor, looking up at the blue ceiling, being sucked in by the entrancing colour.
"It's fine. I want to look after you." Kenny laid down beside his friend, looking at his thin, petite figure. He ran his azure eyes over Butters, Butters was purfect. Innocent. Un-touched. Kenny couldn't ruin that with his past. But it was so so tempting.
"What were you gonna' say earlier...before you puked?" Asking casually, Kenny ran a hand over the smaller boys arm, just to feel his soft skin. Pure, soft skin.
"I was going to s-say..." He paused for a moment, he couldn't tell Kenny the truth. But he really wanted too. All this secrecy was building up in his mind, causing pressure. Butters turned on his side, his crystal orbs staring into azure ones. He felt nerves building in his stomach again, but this time forced himself not to throw up.
"Say?" Kenny urged him on.
"Y-You've been such a great pal Kenny..." Butters muttered, his bangs falling over his entrancing eyes. Kenny listened, a calm expression on his face. In reality though, He was terrified at the fact he might be rejected, that he was coming on too strong.
"And...You..." Butters froze, his nerves taking over. His expression was pure terror, he had never been so frightened about anything. Kenny encouraged him with a gentle smile across his lips.
"Kenny..." Butters chocked out.
"Ssstaaannn" Kyle groaned out, slurring slightly. Kyle seemed almost drunk whilst Stan was still tipsy, he knew what he was doing. Kyle begged for the bottle as Stan held it away from him. He had managed to get it easily, knowing how to press Kyle's weak spots.
"You're so cute when you're drunk Ky." Stan chuckled and ruffled the red locks atop of his friends head. Kyle furrowed his brows and shot a glare at the raven. Stan's eyes widened in realisation of what he had said.
"Sorry dude..." Stan backed up and sat back in his original place, under the shaded tree. Kyle was sat in awe, he wasn't aware what was going on. He didn't understand why Stan was acting like he was. They both sat a few meters away from each other, giving each other space. That was until Kyle smiled cheekily at his bestfriend.
"Aw, does Stanny want me?" Kyle joked, batting his emerald eyes cutely. Blushing hard, Stan turned away. Stan wished to answer with a 'yes', but knew he was kidding himself. Kyle would once again take it as a joke like usual.
"Fuck off." Stan cussed under his breath, receiving a small giggle from the drunken red head. Kyle began to crawl over to his friend, knowing that if he walked he would certainly fall over. Stan caught a glimpse of his mess of a friend. Crawling like a cat. His eyes half lidded as a smile played over his lips.
"I said fuck off." The raven scooted across a bit, Kyle was determined to reach Stan. Even if it took him all night. He prepared himself to stand up, shaking slightly from the alcohol. He concentrated all his will power on standing, holding a nearby tree for stance. Stan watched this in amusement. He had to admit, it was cute watching Kyle try to stand.
"Ky. Don't be a dick, you'll just fall over..." Stan hissed, knowing how stupid he was when he was in this state. Well things could be worse.
"No! I-I'm not the on...one being a dick..." He slurred and stepped slowly towards the sulking raven. Making sure not to trip on the way. Stan knew Kyle was right. Kyle wasn't the one being a dick. He was. He was ruining what was supposed to be alone time.
"I-I'm sorry..." Butters stuttered, tears filling up in eyes. He didn't know why he was crying. About to cry. He just felt the tears well up in his tear ducts. He attempted to wipe them away with the back of his hand, leaving water marks. Kenny saw this an gave Butters a look of confusion.
"No. Don't apologise." Kenny wiped away a tear which had escaped from his azure eyes. Running a hand over his light blond locks. They felt soft, like a girls hair. Kenny liked the feeling and stroked it again. Butters seemed to like the touch, his eyes half lidded.
"I'm so useless..." He complained rubbing his eyes once again. His lip whimpering slightly. Kenny had had enough. He wasn't going to let Butters be so pessimistic about himself. He wasn't useless. The dirty blond sat up and leaned over the weeping male, looking down on him, gritting his teeth.
"Shut the fuck up Butters." Kenny growled and placed a hand over the smaller boys mouth, his bangs falling over his eyes. His other hand was in a fist, holding onto the sleeping bag beneath them tightly. Butters eyes were wide, he wasn't struggling, he was too shocked of Kenny's actions.
"Just listen..." He ordered in a stern tone, Butter's nodding in agreement.
"You're not useless. You have so many good assets that it's unbelievable!" Kenny added, his eyes focused on the boy bellow him. He was telling the truth, he thought that Butters had so much potential in life. Much more than he himself did.
"In fact...You're amazing Butters." He released his grip over Butters, his hand going limp and falling beside the boys head. He had a heart warming smile traced over his shaking lips. He was finally letting his feelings out. He now realised how much he wanted this. How perfect it would be.
"Butters...I think I'm in love with you." Kenny whispered and felt a wetness on his cheek, his hand made contact with his cheek and then retracted. He was crying. Not from sadness. From happiness. He had finally done it. His eyes averted back to the blond beneath him, he had his hands covering his face. Was he upset?
"Oh god..." Kenny feared the worst. Was he rejecting him.
"Butters?" He asked, a look of terror on his face, he didn't want to ruin their friendship. But he just might have. Butters slowly withdrew his hands from his face, a smile across his lips. Kenny sighed in relief and wiped away the tears streaming down his pale face.
"I-I think...I like you t-too Kenny." He stuttered much more than usual, feeling butterflies in his stomach. He could see a gleam in Kenny's eyes as he laid his forehead against the others. They were both grinning from ear to ear.
"C-Could I...Kiss you?" Kenny stuttered this time, asking the permission of his now boyfriend. He had a sweet blush planted across his tanned cheeks. Butters had never really seen the affectionate side of Kenny. Or the nervous side, but now it was all coming out. Butters nodded, agreeing to the question of a kiss.
Kenny leaning in and gently placed his thin lips against the paler boys own. It was a tender kiss, full of emotion and affection. Butters shut his eyes tightly as his lips were attacked by another pair, only small pecks were lain at first. Then Kenny got curious. He licked Butters' now lubricated lips in question of entrance, at first he wasn't sure, but after a few more encouraging licks he granted passage. Opening his lips slightly. Kenny's tongue was in there in a shot, tangling with the smaller boys own tongue. All this was entrancing to Butters. It felt amazing to be kissed by a boy. His crush. His boyfriend. The dirty blond's tongue explored the cavern, rubbing against teeth, tongue, cheek.
After a few moments, Butters pushed Kenny back slightly and panted for a gasp of air to return to his lungs, Kenny admitted he needed air too, but he would rather make out with Butters.
"T-That was..." Butters pressed a finger to his own lips and looked up at his new boyfriend, looking for a word to describe the experience. But none could. It was amazing. Better than amazing.
Almost reaching Stan, Kyle stumbled and fell painfully hard to the floor. A thud. Stan looked over to his drunken friend and gasped, running over to him in shock. He warned him, but Kyle was too stubborn to even listen. He looked over at the boys state, he had a large cut on his elbow and his knees were grazed. Though in the state, he was...laughing. Stan raised a brow at this. Kyle rubbed his eyes and chuckled even harder. An obvious hysterical drunk. "Ky?" Stan asked, kneeling beside the red head in curiousness. Kyle slowed down his laugh and looked up into the orbs of his friend.
"Oh. Hey." He grinned up at Stan and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to his own level. Stan gulped and felt Kyle's breath on his face, it smelt like mint and vodka. Stan was drawn into the scent and was sucked in the moment.
"What are you doing d-down here?" He asked oblivious. Stan shook his head and pushed his vulnerable friend away, not wanting to take advantage in his state.
"Stan? Please." He begged reaching out for Stan's touch. The raven shook his head and backed away a bit, making sure there was a gap between them.
"Stan!" He yelled, brows furrowed, Stan had only just noticed how bad the fall really was. There was blood staining his jacket. Stan cringed at the red substance and held his stomach. He hated the sight of blood, this was bad for him and Kyle.
"Ky. You're drunk." He muttered and turned away from his helpless friend, who was whining for Stan. It killed Stan to ignore him like this. It was torture.
"No I-I'm...Not." He mumbled, hoisting himself up into a sitting position. Dirt and stones were entering his deep grazing on his palms, he couldn't feel much though. He reached a bloody hand out for Stan's shoulder. In reaction Stan winced away from his touch. Kyle was stunned, was Stan angry with him?
"Am I repulsive." He mumbled and retreated his hand, looking at the mess of blood and dirt on his palm. Stan turned at the statement and shook his head.
"No way dude, you're fucking hot. You're just drunk right now." He reassured him with a serious tone in his voice. He so wanted to shut him up with an animalistic kiss, but knew he would have to wait for that.
"Ky...fuck...We need to clean your cuts..." Stan spoke, looking away from the bloody scene in front of him. Stan reached out for his wrist, the red head pulled away spitefully. Not wanting o be touched right now.
"Don't touch me..." He hissed and stumbled across to the bag full of things they had. Unfortunately he couldn't find the first aid kit. He reached into a pocket trying to find the emergency one he carried on him at all times. Though he couldn't remember which one he had put it in. Stan was watching him in his helpless state. Should he have kissed him earlier? He crawled behind him and sighed.
"Ky. Let me help." He searched all his pockets and found the small aid kit, luckily it had some antiseptic spray in. Though the alcoholic kind which usually stung like a bitch. Kyle let him aid him, knowing he was useless, even to his self. They sat in silence as Stan cleaned the cuts, trying not to focus too much on the blood. And the fact he felt a sickness bubbling up inside his gut. Kyle watched. A hard glare on the raven. Stan ignored this knowing it was the drink making him act like a complete ass hole.
"Stop glaring at me." Stan spoke in a monotone, still bandaging the cuts all over the redheads body. Kyle didn't release his glare. Stan sprayed some antiseptic on his knee making him wince in pain. That wiped the glare from his face.
"That made you stop." Stan Smirked up too his friend who had a look of pure agony about him. Sure, the cuts were avoidable pain, but that spray really got him. The raven sort of felt apologetic and rubbed his friends leg gently. Kyle groaned at the touch and looked down in a half lidded stare at the raven, signalling for another touch. Stan could do touches. He knew they didn't mean much. Not as much as kisses.
"Stttaaaannn" He groaned as the ravens hand slithered up his leg, onto his thigh. Rubbing it softly. Kyle seemed to be really sensitive to touches when drunk. That was new. As soon as Kyle wrapped his arms around the ravens neck, Stan could smell and see the scarlet liquid on Kyle's arm. That was all he could take. He released his stomach all over the floor, he wouldn't have felt so sick if it wasn't for the alcohol.
"You threw...u-up before me." Kyle giggled above the sick male. He grinned down and saw the pile of puke bellow him. Shaking his head he gently rubbed his best friends back, almost a sexual touch. Stan looked up and wiped his mouth. He needed to finish Kyle's cuts, knowing if he didn't Kyle would be in for a lot of pain in the morning.
"Yeah." Stan agreed and felt a lot better, he knew he would last until the cuts were bandaged. Kyle yawned, sleep catching up with him, his eyes still half lidded. Stan grabbed his arm and cleaned the wound, putting a bandage around it so dirt couldn't get in and infect it. The last cut was on Kyle's perfected cheek. It was quite deep and must have fallen on a rock, causing it to gash open and bleed quite badly. Stan gently cleaned out the cut, Kyle batting his hand away when the pain became unbearable. Kyle watched every move he made, cleaning the cut, sticking his tongue out cutely for concentration. Everything was so interesting with Stan.
"There." Stan sighed as he placed the plaster over the cut, placing a friendly kiss on the red heads nose before putting the medi-kit into the bag so it wouldn't get lost.
"Butters..." Kenny groaned as the smaller boy ran his hands over Kenny's hardened nipples. They were both now topless and Butters was curious and ready to explore. Kenny knew it wouldn't get futher than curious touches, but that was enough for him at the moment.
Kenny watched as his lover explored his body, every scar and imperfection he took into his mind and ran a gentle hand over them.
"Kenny...I-" They were interuptted by the unzipping of the tent. They panicked and retreated beneath their own sleeping bags, trying to act natural. A head popped in the tent. Cartman's fat head to be precise.
"Kenny! Where the fuck is Stan and Kyle?" He cussed, using a high pitched tone at Kenny's name. Kenny faked a yawn and shrugged casually, glancing quickly at Butters before staring at Cartman again.
"Well...We're postponing the dare till tomorrow now. The ho is pissed at Stan." The fatter boy chuckled and smiled friendly at the dirty blond.
"Okay. Now if you're done could you leave?" Kenny asked as friendly as possible, he desperately needed the blonds touch again. The brunette furrowed his brows and complained.
"Ay! I come to see you and you send me away!" Cartman flipped him off ignorantly.
"Butters is trying to sleep. He's sick." Kenny explained and once again glanced lovingly at his boyfriend. In all truth he was sick. Well was.
"Fine. I'll leave you and the fag alone." Cartman rolled his eyes and left the tent. Kenny could hear him and Wendy talking. She did sound pissed. Almost enough to kill Stan and Kyle for running away.
"You okay hun?" He ran a finger across the blonds face, Butters loving the touch. In all honesty Butters did still feel ill. He didn't want to ruin everything for Kenny though and tried to keep his chin up. Kenny smiled and laid a hand across his forehead, he was burning up. The dirty blond looked at the smaller blond with concern.
"Butters you're fucking burning up!" Kenny growled, hating that he had encouraged him to go on with their acts. Butters hid beneath the covers, trying to hide from his angered lover. Kenny wasn't angry, he just felt bad.
"S-Sorry Ken." He shut his eyes tightly, ready for contact from Kenny's fist for lying, instead he felt a kiss on his forehead. Butters was shocked, he usually got a beating from his parents for lying.
"Get some sleep. I want you nice and energised for the week." He spoke softly and ruffled his light blond locks.
"Stan." Kyle spoke quietly beneath his sleeping bag. They were both laying under a large oak tree, it's leaves hopefully sheltering them from oncoming rain.
"What." Stan turned on his side and looked at his sobering best friend. Kyle ran a finger over his nose remembering the small kiss which was laid there earlier.
"I-I saw...Craig and Tweek today..." He mumbled under his breath, his eyes almost fully closed. Stan furrowed his brows. He wasn't talking about the earlier dare was he? Did he see it.
"Tweek...H-He was sucking Craigs dick.." He slurred and giggled lightly, moving some of his curly hair away from his eyes, it annoying him slightly. Stan chuckled. What a sight.
"Yeah. It was a dare." Stan confirmed and snuggled into the warm camping bag, enjoying the embrace of the cover. Kyle smiled back, and rolled towards Stan. Being the easiest way of reaching him in a sleeping bag.
"I-I dare you...I...To suck my dick." Stan was taken back by this. If Kyle was sober there was no way he would have said that. Ever. Kyle had a playful smile across his lips.
"This is going to be so funny on the morning dude." Stan could imagine telling Kyle everything whilst he had a splitting headache. It would be a precious moment in his life. Kyle rubbed his eyes and looked up into the tree, its leaves shedding, falling gently onto his sleeping bag. He brushed them away and threw his hands in the air in an attempt to catch on falling. Stan watched his actions and chuckled. He was such a child sometimes.
Kyle caught one in his hand and smiled confidently to himself, feeling good for catching one.
"Stan. Can I sleep with you tonight?" Kyle asked, still catching the falling leaves. Stan wondered. Would it be al right? It wasn't as if they hadn't slept in the same bed before.
"Sure dude." He agreed, hoping Kyle would understand in the morning as to what had happened. Kyle unzipped his bag and crawled over into the inviting bed, which emitted a strong heat. Once in, Stan zipped the bag back up and scotched over a bit. Though there was barley any room for even Kyle in there.
"Thanks..." He muttered and yawned tiredly, letting his lids close lightly. He snuggled into the heat of Stan's body, making sure he was as close as possible. He snuggled into the raven's toned chest and felt comfort in the sound of his heart beat. Stan let it happen. He wasn't kissing him so it would be fine. Though he so badly wished he could kiss him, even just once on his thin lips.
Stan ran a gentle hand through his curly hair, feeling the gentle locks between his fingers. He wanted to stay like this forever.
Haha, No style here sorry XD But there will be some in the next chapter! I promise!
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Oh and what did you think of the kissing scene? Sweet? Huh? Right?