Damn it. Damn it. DAMN IT. It's been 8 hours since my talk with Stan and withdrawal is taking it's effect. I've been in the bathroom vomiting for like the past 10 minutes and I'm shaking like an earthquake again. I can't deal with this. I need my heroin. I need it really bad. I need it more than Tweek Tweak needs his coffee or more than Craig Dickhead Tucker needs his cigarettes.

Tucker. No. No. No. Stop it brain. I can't deal with this right now. I'm already basically going crazy. I need heroin. Now. Please. NOW!

But I can't take any. Stan is watching me constantly... Why did I even agree to this? I didn't wanna disappoint him, that's why. I don't want to disappoint Stan. I like it here. I like staying here and sleeping on his couch. I like having a roof over my head, a fridge filled with food, and a place to stay. I like having company from someone that isn't a hobo or another hooker hanging on the streets... Stan is nice. Stan is supportive and strong and tries to help me however he can, even if he can't do much right now... And a bonus is that he's hot. Real hot.

Quitting heroin feels impossible right now. Any thought I have gets almost completely suppressed by the damn urge to inject more of the drug. I've tried quitting once before. Didn't work out. Not at all. I tried basically everything to distract myself. I drank, I smoked, I self harmed. Nothing worked. I even committed suicide... Didn't work either. When I came back I still had the same withdrawal symptoms and the same damn need for heroin. It never went away. That time I gave in after I think 18 hours, 6 of them while being dead, without heroin. Couldn't deal with it.

When I've stopped vomiting and I have nothing left at all in my stomach, an idea hits me. Maybe not my brightest one, but an idea nontheless. Stan is doing everything to help me... Maybe I could get him to have some "fun" with me... I could guilt trip him into having sex with me... It should work pretty alright as a distraction? I think that I might be able to pull it off... He wants me really badly anyway so it'll be alright. It's like I'm kinda doing him a favor actually...

Somehow I decide that this is a good plan, even though rationally speaking it probably isn't... Stan is in love with me. He would comply if I tried doing anything... But he might also get hurt emotionally in the process. Am I just using him now? Probably... But I'm selfish... And maybe he would like to be used?

That night I decide to make a move. We are both in the kitchen and it's right after dinner. Somehow I've gotten a small portion of pasta into my stomach without throwing up yet. The dishes have been washed and Stan is sitting on the kitchen counter, dangling his legs and humming a song. It's kinda cute actually.

"Whatcha humming?" I ask curiously even though it's hard to stay focused since I need my heroin. So badly.

"Just an old song I liked a lot when I was a kid... All Out Of Love by Air Supply..." He says a little awkwardly.

"Dude... You listened to that song like a billion times when Wendy broke up with you in 4th grade..." I answer, feeling a little surprised.

"Heh... Yeah I know. My love life isn't all that great now either..." Stan says with a sad smile on his lips.

"How come?" I ask, while wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. Stan looks at me a little funny before he answers.

"The person I like isn't really into me..." Stan tells me and his eyes meet mine.

"You sure?" I ask.

"I'm pretty sure..." He says, looking sad.

"Hey Stan..." I say then. I need to hurry this conversation along a little. I can't fucking take it. Heroin. I need it. I need it. I NEED IT. Please. I hope this isn't too forward...

"Yeah?"

"Have sex with me." I say bluntly. He blinks at me in disbelief for a moment before he just gives me an odd look.

"What did you just say?" He asks, completely dumbfounded.

"Fuck me Stan Marsh... Please. Fuck me. I need you. Now please." I practically beg him.

"Is this one of your sick jokes Kenny?" Stan asks and he sounds a bit hurt.

"No no no! It's not. I know that you're kinda into me and I... I really really need something else to think about. A distraction. I can't fucking take it. I need heroin. It's driving me nuts!" I explain quickly.

"The best way to distract yourself is by getting a dick up your ass?" Stan asks, looking at me like I'm really fucking dumb. Well. Whatever. I kinda am.

"I've tried quitting heroin before. I think this would be the best way... Please. It'll be fun... For the both of us?" I try my hardest to convince him. The look on Stan's face tells me that he's conflicted. He really wants to fuck me... But he doesn't want to get emotionally hurt.

"Would this just be a one time thing?" He asks.

"I guess... Unless you want to do it again..." I say, and I make a little suggestive smirk at him. "Please Stanley..."

"I'll do it. Just this once." He tells me seriously. I smile a little. Please say that this helps. I can't take it. I really can't take it much longer. I'll relapse and fuck everything up soon if nothing changes...

Stan hops down from the counter and walks forward. He stops right in front of me. Stan's quite a bit taller than me. My head ends at about his nose tip.

"Want to get to the bed then?" He asks me awkwardly. I shake my head.

"Here is fine..." I tell him before I move forward.

I wrap my arms around his neck and I stand on my tiptoes. Stan seems to get the deal and his arms snake around my waist. He pulls our bodies close together and leans down a little. Our lips connect, gently at first. I put a little more force into it and Stan catches on. I open my mouth wide and I give him full access. His tongue enters my mouth and explores the cavern eagerly. We sloppily make out for a few minutes and hands start to roam.

Our lips disconnect and then Stan's lips soon end up on my neck, sucking gently at the skin. It's really nice. One of his hands is feeling up my chest underneath my shirt, while the other one is unzipping my pants. My own hands are both tangled into Stan's soft, black hair. I can already say that this is a fairly good distraction.

Stan starts to nibble on the sensitive skin around my collarbone and I let out a small moan at that. I can feel how his lips turn into a smirk against my skin for a moment before he continues to nibble, this time a little more roughly. My pants are completely unzipped and he has pushed them down to my knees.

Stan pulls away for a few seconds and he then roughly removes the t-shirt that I'm wearing. His lips are back on my collarbone a second later. I let out another moan. One of his hands reaches out and strokes me slowly through my boxers, while the other hand plays a little with my nipple. It's all too much. It feels amazing. I never knew that Stan was this good at these kinds of things.

For a brief moment he pulls his head up and our eyes lock. His eyes look different from usual. They're darker. And they're filled with lust. I smile a little at that. He looks at me with a dead serious expression before he speaks.

"I'll make you cum in your underwear." He says before he leans in for a kiss. I didn't expect him to say that so I'm frozen in place for a second. What the...? He starts to squeeze my member a little harder and I moan into the kiss.

I'm kinda chocked when I realize that I don't think about the need for heroin anymore. Perfect. This is perfect. Kenny you're pretty brilliant... I'm all too caught up in the moment, and too hypnotized by Stan's touches, to care at all about heroin.

Stan's lips leave mine and soon he leans down so his tongue licks one of my nipples carefully. He soon proceeds to start sucking on it while one hand plays with my other nipple and his second hand pumps my member. The pace he's going at soon starts to get rougher and faster and I can't take it. It feels absolutely amazing.

He indeed does make me cum in my underwear, just a moment later. The wave hits me hard and I'm left there shaking, barely able to stand up.

"You done already?" He asks, sounding a little disappointed and also quite teasing.

"Moron. I easily can do another round. Probably at least three more if you're up for it." I answer while panting a little. "We haven't even gotten to the best part."

"Well then..." Stan says seductively. "What do you want to do now?" I can tell you what I don't want to do right now... Heroin... What the hell?

"How about some penetration?" I ask, and wiggle my eyebrows a little again. Stan smirks at me.

"Is that what you want...? How about you beg for it then?" I didn't know that Stan was this type of person when it came to sex... Totally unexpected really. Whatever. I've been a prostitute for a while now so I've done a lot more degrading things than this...

"Please Stanley. I need your dick deep inside me. I need you now. Please. I need you to pound my ass." I don't even know what I'm saying but whatever, it works.

"Good enough." Stan tells me, and before I know it I'm pushed up against the wall with Stan in front of me. I pull my pants down completely and they're discarded on the floor next to us. I'm now only wearing my cum stained boxers, while Stan is still completely dressed.

I smirk a little before I reach my hands out and grab fistfuls of fabric from his shirt. I pull at it roughly and the shirt rips, just like I wanted it to. The now torn shirt is discarded as well.

"You're lucky that I didn't wear a nice shirt today." Stan tells me, before he grabs my boxers and he pulls them down. I make a small whining noise when my once again erect member is out in the free air. Half a second later I'm suddenly spun around and I'm facing the wall. "Lean forward and spread your legs a little, would you?" Stan directs me and I comply.

I turn my face around a bit and look at him for a moment. One hand is up to his face and he has three fingers in his mouth. His other hand is reaching down towards his pants and unzips them. He looks pretty concentrated. When his fingers are coated enough with saliva he removes them from his face.

"Sorry... I don't have any lube..." He says, sounding somewhat awkward again, before he pushes two fingers inside of me. The fingers start to move and use scissoring motions in order to stretch me so that Stan will be able to fit without much unnecessary pain. It feels kinda strange. I can't wait for him to really fill me up though...

"It's okay..." I tell him. "I've done it dry a few times, I can deal with this."

"If you say so." He answers and adds a third finger. This is when it starts to feel good and I moan a little when his fingers push inside a bit further and brushes against a real nice spot. His fingers withdraw somewhat, before they slam right back in and hit the spot hard. I moan loudly. It feels too amazing.

His fingers leave me altogether and I whimper at the loss of stimulation. Stan grins a little at me. He then spits on his hand and coats his now free member as best as he can, before positioning himself.

"Ready?" He asks, and he sounds very gentle. It contrasts how he's been acting during most of this up until now. Stan is acting kinda strangely... I wonder what's going through his head right now.

"Yeah. Anytime." I answer and I place my hands on the kitchen wall in order to steady myself.

Stan pushes inside kinda abruptly and I hiss out in pain for a second. When he's all inside he stands there completely still for a moment. I make a grimace. He's pretty big and it's been a while since I last did this so what did I even expect? No lube either so... Of course it would hurt. I thought I could deal with the pain better than I do though...

"You alright?" He asks carefully. One of his hands reaches out to my head and pets my hair a little. It feel kinda soothing and I relax a little.

"I'm fine. You can move now." I tell him.

"You sure?" He asks, still so carefully.

"Yes I'm sure!" I exclaim, feeling somewhat annoyed.

Stan then starts to move, slowly at first. He hits the completely right spot already with the first thrust. I moan gently. The pain is still there but it's not as prominent.

Stan continues to move and the pace quickens. He hits my prostate with every thrust and it makes me see stars. I tell him that he can be rough with me, cause I kinda like that and he is. I'm gonna be really sore later but who gives a fuck? I don't. This all feels too goooooooood!

Even though it feels like pure bliss my member is still kinda neglected, but just when I'm about to reach down and stroke myself Stan's hand is there instead. It moves fast and rough, in sync with his thrusting. I can't take it much longer. Not like this.

"S-Stan! I-I'm gonna..." I say, but then I get interrupted by my own moan.

"Me too..." He answers before he himself moans a little quietly. Stan isn't very loud while doing this... But it's fine cause I guess I'm loud enough for the both of us.

"Together?" I ask.

"Mmm..." Is the only answer that I get.

Less than half a minute later we cum, at about the same time, Stan in my ass, and me all over Stan's hand and the kitchen wall. We are both completely exhausted and I can barely stand up anymore. Stan gently pulls out, and I can feel the white liquid starting to leak from my hole. We both fall back on the kitchen floor next to each other, panting like crazy.

"You dirtied my wall..." Stan states, while still out of breath.

"Your fault..." I answer quietly.

"You're still the one who's gonna clean it up..." He tells me.

"Asshole..." I silently mutter. Stan then pulls me in for a hug and I comply. We lay there in silence for a while. My head is resting on his chest and his arms are wrapped tightly around me.

It takes a few minutes, but when I've calmed down and all of the afterglow is gone, I feel it again. The addiction... I need heroin. Fuck. I need it. I start to shake and my stomach twists. I'm nauseous again... Damn. Already?

I'm forced to pull apart from Stan. He looks at me a little strangely. I quickly stumble to my feet and make a run for the bathroom. He silently whispers something that I don't quite hear from where he's laying on the floor. Doesn't really matter right now. I need to get to the bathroom. Even though my ass is throbbing and it hurts a lot I still run towards the bathroom. I get there just in time and I vomit again. I didn't get to keep the dinner in my stomach after all...

For a moment I forgot. For a moment I thought I was fine. But I guess I wasn't...