A/N: Happy Chinese New Year! Gung Hay Fat Choy!

You're Gay Aren't You?

Time froze. Clyde stared into the eyes of Kevin. Their eyes glowed in shock, like a never-ending wave of fear reflecting between blue and hazel. Clyde gasped. Kevin gasped. Neither moved. Token, yelling from above, could not get through to them for those few seconds, the last seconds of closeness before they drew apart, ducked down to hide their bodies and looked up.

All the faces were recognisable. There was of course Token, with his eyebrows set deep in anger. Then there were two of the worst Jocks whom Clyde had grown to hate and knew as Chad and Jason. They'd known Jason since elementary school, but Chad had attended North Park elementary; he had a particular higher and mighty attitude. The other two boys visible to Clyde were football captain Stan Marsh, mouth gaping open in shock as he tried to decide where to rest his eyes, and Eric Cartman, a surprisingly useful player of the football team, though he hated to talk about it. He was happy enough to play the game but being on the team hardly came up in conversation. Cartman just looked unimpressed and uninterested with it all.

Clyde braved eye contact with a person he'd always considered to be one of his closest friends. His eyes begged for Token to understand. "Sorry for trespassing... I thought you were out..."

Token looked livid. "Oh yeah, because me deciding against going out is really the problem here." Clyde fell silent. It was part of the problem. If Token had stuck to his fucking plans then he would have been out and they wouldn't have been caught. Then again, if he'd resisted the urge to get naked and press Kevin against the side of a pool then they wouldn't have been caught either...

"You're probably wondering what's going on."

"Oh no, I think I've gathered what you're doing."

Clyde bit his lip Kevin style. It was not a good moment to realise that he was adopting some of the characteristics of his boyfriend. That would not help anything. He felt like screaming; fuck fuck fuck fuck. He tried again. "Ermm then you're wondering why?"

Token narrowed his eyes. "...Just a bit," he answered sarcastically. Kenny appeared by the side of the pool then. Clyde hadn't noticed that he'd been there before. He was grinning and holding a towel. It looked like at seeing their predicament he'd decided they could use some help. Clyde was very grateful. Token eyed it and then nodded. He locked eyes with Clyde. "We'll be inside. Don't even think about bailing on me, Donovan," he warned.

Clyde nodded; he had no idea what Token was thinking. If there was even a chance that everything would be alright, then there was no way he was running. If he ran, that was it; he'd lose Token for sure.

Everyone went back inside; Stan fell behind and gave another glance at Clyde. He blushed and hurried inside.

Kenny stayed after noticing something interesting on Kevin's chest. "Kevin," he said, "I'm appreciating the 'tattoo.' Clyde's initials that refuse to wash off?" Kevin blushed and nodded. "Well there's no mistaking this as fooling around then," concluded Kenny.

"No," whispered Kevin faintly. After a week, the damn writing still hadn't faded.

"If I were you, I'd get dressed and leg it, but I don't think that will help. Just, come inside and prepare for shit." He walked of but then turned around and added with a grin. "But not from me, I think this is fucking fantastic." Kenny trailed his eyes over Clyde's bare chest, which was visible from his place in the pool. "Damn Donovan, you're smoking hot. I'm almost jealous of Kev." Kenny left after hearing Clyde's exasperated sigh.

"How long has this," Token waved his had between the two of them, "been going on for?"

Clyde squeezed Kevin's hand. He was doing it to help his own nerves more than anything else. "A few months." They sat, almost feeling like kids being told off, on a sofa opposite where Token was standing with his arms cross. The other people were dotted around the room, some in closer proximity than others. Stan and Cartman were hovering against a wall, not directly looking at Clyde and Kevin but still listening. Chad and Jason flanked Token, providing the backup he needed to continue with his interrogation. Kenny, to everyone's amazement had chosen to sit next to Clyde in a bid to make them feel less victimised. Clyde had to admit that it helped.

Token's jaw dropped open. "Months!?"

"Yeah."

He looked like he was realising something. "Wait a second... don't tell me." He rubbed his head. "This is your mystery girlfriend isn't it? Or rather, your mystery boyfriend." He groaned like he was heavily tired and had just learned dire news. "You're gay aren't you?"

"I-uh-thought you'd probably already realised that from finding me naked with a guy."

"I thought you were maybe just messing him around."

Clyde narrowed his eyes. "Like fuck I would ever do that. You know I'd never do that, Token." He almost added: 'I'm not like you,' but thought against it. Not that he needed to, Token could clearly detect his annoyance.

"No, please." Token was pleading, like he was hoping Clyde to yell it was all a big joke at any time. "You- you would suck as a gay guy."

Clyde smirked almost maliciously. All he wanted at that moment was to make Token uncomfortable; he didn't care that it was a bad idea and that everyone else was silently listening. "Yeah quite often, it's very good fun." Kenny looked entertained, Stan shocked, Token angry. Cartman really didn't give a shit and the other two Jocks looked disgusted.

"Oh just perfect. You're admitting to fellatio and all that shit?"

Clyde tilted his head in confusion. "What's that, some kind of dessert?" Kevin squirmed in discomfort beside Clyde. He blushed and whispered into Clyde's ear. Clyde couldn't help smile as he realised his mistake. "It is a satisfying end to a nice meal." Clyde winced as Kenny burst out laughing and slapped him on the back, but he saw it was only in a friendly way and grinned at Kenny.

Token narrowed his eyes. "Oh well I'm glad you find this funny, Kenny." He turned his attention back to Clyde. "So you leave us slaving away in the gym whilst you're off eating and fucking?"

"When have I ever missed even one practise? And you weren't complaining when you thought it was a girl!"

"This is a little bit different don't you think?"

"HOW? How is it different?" Clyde's face was turning red with repressed rage. "You even said it, I'm in love." He could hear Chad and Jason sniggering in the background: sniggers of scorn and belittlement. "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled at them.

Kenny gritted his teeth, looking uncharacteristically angry. "I agree. Shut the fuck up, Jocks. It's no different. Token, can't you see just how much Clyde and Kevin love each other, and how they must have felt to keep it a secret. I can see it and I've only just found out. You're showing all the reasons why they'd want to keep it that way."

"You're defending them?"

"I see no reason they should need defending at all!"

"Well fine, you can leave with them, knowing that I don't think we can be friends at the moment."

Kenny gasped, narrowing his eyes in disgust. "I don't think I'd want to be friends with a homophobe like you."

"I'm not homophobic. I just don't want Clyde to be gay with him." He pointed at Kevin, causing the silent boy to flinch. He'd been trying to melt into the background even though he realised that was an impossible task given that he was the centre of attention.

Kenny turned to the quiet Stan with a grave expression on his face. "Stan?"

Stan looked down at the floor, his body language hunched and defensive, refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room. "Perhaps you should leave, Kenny."

Kenny radiated a strong air of disappointment; it was like Kyle all over again. How long was Stan going to avoid the obvious? Kenny shook his head angrily. "Oh, I am so out of here."

"If you're going to support them then you need to get out of here," responded Token.

"Fuck you," Clyde growled, "this has nothing to do with Kenny."

Kenny simply raised his middle finger Craig style to Token. "Seems like it does, that's fine by me, I wouldn't want to be friends with homophobes," he flicked his eyes to Stan, "and people so obviously in fucking denial." Stan tensed and averted eye contact, ashamed at his own actions and embarrassed by Kenny's.

One of the previously quiet Jocks raised his voice, it was Chad: muscular, brown hair, always wore his face with a sneer, which was a shame because he would have had a nice face if not for that. Clyde could remember having fun drunken memories with the guy; he wasn't all bad, but in that particular moment he was awful. "Tucker's in on this too isn't he?" Chad sneered, harshly linking eyes with Kevin. "I saw him talking to you, Nerd"

Kevin linked eyes with the Jock, all the fear and memories of the past filling his head. He needed to remember the new confidence he'd found with Clyde, but it was hard; he couldn't open his mouth, he would stutter, show his terror, so used to being victimized under the forceful hand of the cruel Jock. He took a deep breath. He wanted to show the Jock that there was no way he'd have any effect on his life anymore. "There's nothing to be in on," he spoke slowly and calmly, reminding Clyde that it was the first time he'd properly spoken, "it's two people loving each other."

Clyde gritted his teeth glaring at Chad, holding Kevin supportively around the shoulder. Kenny sensed the tension and took Clyde by the arm pulling him back slowly; he knew they ought to leave, before things turned violent, an unlikely but possible scenario.

Kenny was still utterly annoyed himself at the Jocks that stood before him, less with Cartman who really just seemed bored with the whole thing. He was disappointed and angry with Stan; he couldn't help himself from getting in one last thing, something Craig had told him the other night and he'd until that point kept to himself. "Oh, by the way, Stan," he began slowly, connecting to those wary blue eyes he'd looked in so many times, "Token's fucking Wendy."

Eric Cartman's previously bored face twisted into one of shock. He slammed his hand against the wall and yelled: "That fucking slut!"

Kenny smirked. "And apparently Cartman is as well."

Clyde was the one that hastily dragged Kenny out of the house then, before anymore friendships could break. He did not want to be around to see the after effect of that.

They sank down on the curb outside Token's neighbour's house, a few doors down. Everyone was in a state of shock and a feeling of 'did that really just happen?'

"I took the liberty of texting Craig," Kenny said. "I wouldn't have interfered but it's late and I don't see that I'll be getting a lift from Stan now." Kenny shook his head again, grumbling at something. He wasn't happy with Stan; he'd run out of patience with the problem. "I'm sure he'll be here soon."

"That was a good idea." Clyde didn't feel like walking either. "I'm sorry that you've got mixed up in this."

Kenny looked over at Clyde, connecting eyes. "Don't be. I got myself involved." He frowned. "I can't bear to see prejudice, especially for something that doesn't harm anyone. Anyone can be gay; it's not something you chose." Kenny smirked in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Skinny dipping is however something you chose."

"I find that debatable," muttered Kevin.

Kenny grinned. "What were you caught up in a whirlwind of Clyde's hot body?"

Kevin bit his lip. "Something like that."

"You're not the first people to go skinny dipping in Token's pool." Clyde and Kevin weren't that shocked to learn Kenny had taken advantage of the hot water. Kenny winked at the both of them. "You're just the first people to get caught." He patted Clyde's hand. "It just takes practise, Captain."

Clyde shook his head. "We're never doing it again."

They all stood up in hearing Craig's car approaching, for Craig's car was so shot at you could hear it from a great distance away.

He stopped before them and rolled down his window. He had a smirk on his face but Clyde looked into his eyes and saw the underlying worry. "Skinny dipping, Clyde? Really. I know you're a dumbass but I thought perhaps Kevin would have rejected the idea." He raised his eyebrow at Kevin. "Stop encouraging him, Stoley."

Kenny gazed up with practised angelic innocence into the tall boy's eyes, leaning forward and whispering: "Remember they're not the only ones that do stuff like that, Craig."

"...Get in the car."

On the drive home Kenny filled Craig in on what had happened as Clyde and Kevin cuddled in the backseat. Craig's face slowly transformed from a smirk to a scowl, his knuckles ghostly white from gripping the steering wheel too tight. A low growl emitted from the back of his throat when Kenny had finished.

Kenny made Craig promise that he wasn't going to do anything rash that would get him hurt, that they would help Clyde and Kevin through any difficulties just by being there for them. They tried to keep the atmosphere light but the feeling in everyone's stomachs was worry. Kevin knew that word spread fast in a small town; there probably weren't many hours left until his mom found out. Clyde feared the next basketball practise; they couldn't get rid of their captain but they could sure make his life hell. He just had to remember that his life would never be hell as long as he had Kevin.