A/N: Hey peeps. I hope we are all having a pleasant holiday period. You know what, I know the window thing is cliché but they do it in South Park quite a lot, don't they? :L

Anyway yeah, read read read.

Has Anyone Seen Kevin's Marbles?

He rolled over, stretching his arms above his head, eyelids fluttering, but soon closing fully again. The tapping sound coming from above him grew louder, threatening to wake him from his sleep; it began invading his dreams, causing a slight semi-conscious groan. The tapping was replaced by one loud bang. Kevin shot up, a startled squeak emerging from his lips. He gasped as he saw Clyde staring through the window at him, an apologetic look on his face.

What was he doing?

Kevin kneeled up on his bed and unlocked the window, sliding it to the side.

Clyde burst into the room, landing with a bang of his head, onto the bed. "Where's Bradley?" he hissed, scrambling up.

Kevin rubbed his eyes, yawning. "He's downstairs, he prefers the sofa, says the camp bed is-"

Kevin was silenced as Clyde urgently kissed him, pinning him down on the bed. The kiss was hard and heavy as he inhaled Kevin's scent and absorbed the warmth. He tangled his fingers in Kevin's hair, ensuring their faces remained locked together as he desperately panted for air, but instead just dizzyingly inhaled more Kevin. When Clyde felt he was about to pass out from lack of air, he withdrew his lips, freeing Kevin from his grip.

Kevin gasped red in the face from desperation for oxygen. He gulped as he tried to regain a steady breathing rate. "A-as I was saying," he panted, "the camp bed i-is too hard." He wrapped his arms around Clyde's back cheerfully, now fully awake. "What are you doing here?"

Clyde stroked Kevin's face. "I just had to see you. I can go now if you need to sleep."

"Like hell you're going anywhere." Kevin pulled Clyde's face towards his own again, and Clyde groaned.

The nerves began to return to Clyde's stomach as the kiss with Kevin deepened, this time slower, softer, and longer full of meaning and desire. He disconnected from Kevin's lips and attacked Kevin's neck, kissing the pale skin, sucking in certain sensitive areas. Kevin gasped sensing a change in the atmosphere, sensing that there was something different in Clyde's attitude, a new yearning. He tugged at the bottom of Clyde's shirt. Clyde drew back and yanked his shirt off, doing the same with Kevin's night shirt, but keeping the black-haired boy trapped below him.

His hands immediately explored Kevin's body, finding their favourite places, finding the sensitive spots that made Kevin gasp with pleasure. His mind span every time he heard Kevin gasp, it caused him unbelievable bliss to think he caused those gasps. He had to hear more gasps, he wanted to hear Kevin frantic and out of breath, and the very thought was causing a twitching in his pants.

He gasped as he felt Kevin explore his chest and waist in the same way. God, he really was being driven crazy. The pleasure, the banging in his head from the gig and Kevin's gorgeous gasps all mixed into one. He grew harder.

What was he to do?

Clyde foresaw where this was going and Kevin obviously sensed it too.

Kevin wanted it to happen. He'd waited for Clyde to get his act together for too long. He was not going to wake up in the morning a virgin.

Clyde gasped as Kevin's hand went somewhere it never had before. It brushed along Clyde's thigh and up in between his legs, stroking the hardening bulge that lay beneath. Clyde's heart was beating so fast that he could hear it pounding in his ears. One touch had never driven him that crazy from anyone else, once he'd started with Kevin it would be it. "K-Kevin, a-are you sure?" he panted.

"Yes," replied Kevin in a whisper, stretching his arms out to unbutton Clyde's jeans.

Clyde stopped Kevin's hands. "I don't want to do something wrong and ruin everything, I don't want you to see me different, like all the others see me."

It was clear to Kevin that these thoughts had invaded Clyde's mind quite often. He pulled Clyde's forehead down towards his. "You won't, there's nothing you could do to make me see you differently than I do now." The reply was said with absolute certainty and lust, plus another emotion that neither boy had considered before.

Clyde pressed his lips furiously to Kevin's in relief and excitement, the nerves in his stomach blissfully adding to the rush of elation. He proceeded to trail his lips down the boy's chest, not stopping at the stomach where he usually did, but moving further to graze over his waist band. He licked his lips at Kevin's very prominent and inviting bulge, so happy to see his boyfriend was getting just as worked up. Slowly pulling Kevin's boxers down with his teeth, he released the fun. Clyde had never done anything with a guy before; he'd never even kissed one apart from Kevin. It was completely new to both of them, but urges took over and soon they were both biting their lips, trying to suppress moans and groans of ecstasy that may wake the sleeping house.

They were already doing it like experts.

They lay in the afterglow of their very gratifying activities, which had taken a fair amount of time, both boys wanting to give as good as they got. When finished, neither could speak for a while. It was the product of formerly repressed sexual interaction and absolute desire for each other. They'd certainly be doing it more often.

It was three in the morning. Clyde knew he'd have to leave very soon. He couldn't risk falling asleep next to Kevin, however desperately he wanted to. If he did that then it would be the end of their secret, and if Kevin's mom found them, then there'd be a whole heap of unimaginable trouble. He could stay a little longer though, just to see Kevin do something he hadn't done yet. He gently prodded his boyfriend's arm. "You haven't opened your presents from me." He'd noticed them on the desk earlier.

Kevin groaned sleepily beside him. "I was waiting for you, but I don't need them after that! You'd be really spoiling me."

Clyde smiled. "Well I'd happily give you fifty more of those, a hundred, a million! But I still think you should open your pressies, because it's technically not even your birthday anymore!"

Kevin grinned. "Kay." He crawled to the bottom of his bed and reached towards his desk to grab the... interestingly wrapped presents, it seemed that Clyde had gotten a little annoyed with the tape, for it was violently bundled around the very crumpled paper- perfectly wrapped in Kevin's opinion. His ass felt sore when he sat back down, he pulled a pained expression.

Clyde noticed this and laughed. "I feel it too," he pulled Kevin backwards towards his lap, so that he was sat between Clyde's legs, "but it was so worth it wasn't it?"

"Mmmm absolutely." Kevin bent his head back intent on kissing Clyde, but he was stopped.

"Not until you open your presents," whispered Clyde teasingly.

Kevin rolled his eyes but ripped off the paper of the first present eagerly, and gave out a delighted squeak. Clyde had hunted the net for a fair few hours to find presents that would match up to Kevin's 'quirky awesomeness'. He was proud of this one, a Pokémon Rubik's cube, where each side was a different Pokémon.

"I never knew they made these! Amazing!"

"Uh one thing I found out from searching around the interweb is that they make everything. I'm not good at getting sentimental presents, but I think that ermm Pokémon does the job. Look," Clyde pointed, "it has Mudkip on one of the sides. Mudkip is awesome."

Kevin nodded, Mudkip was indeed awesome. He grinned and tried to thank Clyde with a kiss, but again was stopped.

"You still have two presents left."

Kevin grabbed the second present, struggling to get it open through what was almost a whole roll of tape. He found a corner and yanked hard, the present flew into the air and landed in his lap, and if it was possible, this present was even more awesome than the last one. Lightsaber chopsticks... lightsaber chopsticks. Chopsticks in the shape of LIGHTSABERS! A pack of two, one set green, one red. Kevin was speechless.

Clyde peered down at his face in amusement. "You like?"

"Can't... even describe how much I love these. Damn, now I really want mom to cook dinner every day." Kevin had been going through a faze where he was fed up with eating traditional Chinese cuisine for dinner, he just wanted a burger once in a while. Clyde knew just how delicious Kevin's mom's cooking was, and that it was important for Kevin to eat it. He knew the chopsticks would be approved of by everybody for that reason. Kevin was still gazing at them in awe.

"You can look away from them. They're not going to like run away or anything."

Kevin craned his neck up to Clyde instead. "Thank you, these presents are just... incredible."

"There's still one left, although this one is more a practical present, to help get your ermm... sanity back." Clyde laughed as he thought of how ridiculous the present was. Kevin raised his eyebrow and picked it up. It rattled and felt like it was a bag of marbles and when he ripped the paper off he saw that it was indeed a bag of marbles. Clyde faked a solemn face. "You are completely, one hundred percent barmy, and I thought it was just a fact of life. But I l was looking on the internet and found a comment that made out that crazy people have in fact lost their marbles." Clyde made a compassionate sighing sound and rubbed Kevin's back.

Kevin played along. "I don't think I've ever had my marbles, it's upsetting."

Clyde laughed. "Oh no, it's a good job I got you some then!"

Kevin rolled his eyes, but a grin stayed plastered to his face. "I think you're the one that's lost your marbles, Clyde."

Clyde faked panic. "I HAVE! OH GOD! Quick, give me some of those!"

Kevin play pouted. "No, these are mine, get your own." He observed the marbles and his smile got wider. The marbles were shaped like basketballs; the present was making even more sense. Clyde was unbelievably cute to him right then, and sentimental in his own special way.

Clyde pounced on Kevin, intent on pinning him down and stealing the marbles back. With both boys pulling either side of the net bag, it inevitably ripped and marbles burst out all over the bed and onto the floor. Kevin locked eyes with Clyde's glowing hazel ones, and with the flip of his heart, threw the bag on the floor, no longer interested in defending his sanity. He grabbed the back of Clyde's head instead. "Can I have that kiss now?"

"Hmm," Clyde pretended to think about it, like it was a difficult decision. "I'm not sure if I'm in the mood right now. I mean, honestly, how much of me do you need?" he teased.

"I'd have you all day every day if I could." Kevin gazed at Clyde alluringly. "I'd have you running your large Jock hands all over my body as I shiver beneath you. I want to trace your toned abs with my lips, trailing down to your magnificent-"

Once again Kevin was unable to finish his sentence due to Clyde desperately locking their lips. Kevin groaned as Clyde's 'large Jock hands' began running over his body in a way very similar to earlier, and just as satisfying.

However, a knock on Kevin's door startled both boys into freezing, Clyde's hands stopped from moving further down, instead, he held his breath and prayed.

Bradley's voice rang out, although he was only whispering. "Kevin, are you awake, I could hear a lot of banging."

Oh shit. Kevin threw Clyde off him, causing another bang, now Bradley was definitely going to know he was awake. "Shit, get under the covers quickly," he whispered, "and shut up." Kevin got under the covers as well, but kept his chest and head out, propping himself up against the headboard. "Yeah," he replied.

The door opened slowly, and a blond boy wearing grey and blue pyjamas stood there. "I'm sorry to disturb you."

"It's okay. What's the matter?" Kevin tilted his body so the lump beside him would be less visible from Bradley's angle.

The blond didn't seem to notice. "I'm freezing downstairs. It's so cold down there."

Kevin felt sympathy for his friend. "Very true, mom doesn't believe in heating the house when people are asleep, it gets really cold at ground level."

"So I figured since you sounded like you were awake I would take the camp bed offer after all."

Kevin panicked. "Are you sure? Don't you remember last time? I strangled you in my sleep." That certainly was an interesting memory for both of them.

"Yeah, well I won't be sharing a bed with you this time, and you're a lot older now."

"Stronger too," muttered Kevin. He smiled and nodded at Bradley though. "Of course you can sleep on the camp bed, could you maybe leave the room for a second first?" Well that didn't sound weird at all...

Bradley looked confused. "Why?"

Oh God, what excuse could he use? He thought desperately, he felt Clyde's hand running over his thigh and had a sudden brain wave. "...I'm completely naked right now," he lied.

Bradley's look of confusion turned to horror. "You're not wearing any clothes?"

"No, I sleep naked now, it's my thing." Well, he wasn't going to live this one down.

"That's ermm... interesting."

"Will you just leave so I can get some clothes on?"

Bradley was going, when he noticed something else in the direction of Kevin's bed. "Kev, why are there marbles all over your floor?" It wasn't like Kevin to have a messy floor, not at all.

Kevin paused, his brain coming up with no decent answer. "...I'm not going to answer that question," he replied defiantly, "now please leave."

Bradley shrugged and backed out of the room, closing the door and waiting outside.

Clyde hurried out from under the covers and pulled on his clothes, which luckily had fallen down the side of bed nearest the window, and had therefore not been visible to Bradley. As he did so, he questioned Kevin about the sleep strangling, but was reassured that it probably wouldn't happen again... probably. Kevin slid the window and helped Clyde back out of it, onto a fortunately placed tree branch. The air was cold on his bare skin, but he leant out of the window and gave Clyde a small goodbye kiss.

"Are you still coming around for breakfast before church?" Not everyone who used to as a child still went to church, but Clyde did with his family. He'd always found comfort in it, even if he didn't always act very religious.

"Bradley has to leave early so yes I will be."

"Good, because dad loves having you over, and Megan always sets an extra place automatically now."

"I love Sunday breakfast at your house, really good eggs."

Clyde grinned and began to climb down the tree, but stopped. "Oh, and one more thing, Kevin."

"Yes?"

"Happy Birthday, dude."

Well it certainly had been that, and what a warm feeling in his cold chest.

A/N: I don't think Pokémon Rubik's cubes are sold anywhere? I have a Mario Rubik's cube. Chopstick lightsabers are real however.

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