"Butters." Kenny called up through the hallway, it was Friday after school, and he wanted to get to him before Cartmen could. His eyes were set in fierce determination as he walked briskly through the crowd of high schoolers. He wouldn't let this happen.
Butters paused as he heard his name called. "Oh hey Kenny." He said once he turned to see who was calling him. He was pleased to see that his blond haired friend no longer looked angry. He was still a little on edge however since he wasn't sure if he had spoken with Eric yet.
"What can I do for ya?" Butters asked as he adjusted his back pack. It was heavier today, but ti could have been worse. Apparently Eric didn't have any homework this weekend, so Butters only really had his own to do.
Kenny finally made his way over to Butters and was glad to see that the blond looked a bit better. Butters wasn't as tired as he had been the other day. He looked much better rested and he seemed much happier today. He wanted to comment on it, but here were other much more important matters to attend to first- like making sure Butters steered clear of Cartmen.
"I want you to come over for this weekend." Kenny said. He couldn't believe he was saying it, but he needed to. Kenny only ever staid at other people's houses; he'd never invited anyone over because of how his family was. Kenny swallowed and looked at Butters straight in the eyes. "Ask your parents and come over, alright? I'll have my mom call and tell you where we live. But you have to come over… you understand?" He said, his voice determined.
"Wh-What?" Butters stuttered, not sure he had heard right. "You want me to hang out with you this weekend?" He asked, sounding confused. No one invited him to hang out on the weekends except for Eric. Butters was even more surprised that it was Kenny asking because even he knew that Kenny never invited anyone over.
"Why?" Butters asked before he could stop himself. It wasn't that he was ungrateful or anything, but he was very curious. Everything didn't add up. Still what he said could be considered rude. "I-I'm sorry… I don't mean to be rude, I was just curious an' all. We don't normally hang out…" Butters said, getting a little fidgety.
Why, of course Butters had to ask him why. No Kenny had to come up with something, he couldn't tell him why he was trying to keep Cartmen away from him… and he supposed it actually had to be a good reason; considering he'd never invited anyone over before. Kenny tried his best to whip something up quick, but nothing was coming to mind.
"I've never had anyone over before- and I'd rather you come over than Cartmen or the others." He said, finding the statement was true. He certainly would rather have Butters over opposed to anyone else. Kenny chuckled half-heartedly. "Anyone else would probably laugh, and I trust you not to."
Butters had been concerned while he waited for Kenny's response, and he visibly brightened when he heard it. Kenny trusted him with something like that? Butters was pretty ecstatic to hear that. Any worried he might have had about his friends motives were instantly gone. "Why thanks Kenny." Butters said with a genuine happy smile. "No one's said they trusted me like that before." He said, completely touched.
"I-If you're sure an' all I'll ask my parents about it as soon as I get home." Butters said as he tried to contain how happy he was. Kenny really was the nicest to him. "Speaking of home, I've got to go. My dad'll be cross with me if I'm late again." Butters said suddenly when he realized he was wasting time talking. Now he'd have to run home today.
Kenny smiled to himself when he saw Butters light up the way he did. He couldn't explain why, but the look on his face was too cute for words. He wanted to tell Butters that he didn't have to be so touched about it, but the blond was scampering off before he knew it. Blinking slightly, he found himself chuckling. This would certainly prove to be an interesting weekend.
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Kenny closed the door behind him, breathing out a long sigh. He knew that his little sister was out with friends until Saturday, and Kevin usually didn't bother him, so he assumed it was a good time to ask for a friend over.
Pulling his shoes off of his feet with his heels, Kenny was trying to mull over just how he was going to ask his mom. He'd never asked if he could before, so he wasn't sure how to bring it up. Should he just wander up and ask or…
"Kenny? You home already?" His mother called from down the hall, making the blond look up. He guessed he didn't have the time to think about it.
The red haired woman came out to greet him, smiling in pleasant surprise. Kenny was never home on the weekends, so he knew why she was so shocked to see him home. Usually Kenny would just go to someone else's home and not come home until Monday night. His mother was smiling brightly at him.
Kenny flipped his head back and tried to return the smile. "Hey mom… can I have a friend over for the weekend?" He asked, deciding that it was just better to come out with it and ask. His mother's eyes widened in her surprise, but a smile danced across her lips.
"You want… a friend over? Oh Kenny, you aint never asked for that!" She exclaimed excitedly, scooping her son into her arms. Kenny stiffened, having been caught completely off guard. Although he didn't really understand what was so exciting about him having a friend over, Kenny still smiled just slightly and waited for his mother to let go of him.
Of course you can! Oh, who is it you're inviten'?" She asked excitedly. Kenny smiled. "I'm inviting Butters Stotch over." He said, causing his mother's eyes to light up.
"The Stoches… So excitin'!" She exclaimed, beginning to shoo Kenny away. "Then you go n' clean your room while I call. I'll let you know when he gets here."
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"Mom, Dad!" Butters said excitedly as he actually arrived home a little earlier than usual. Both of Butters' parents looked up at their son when he came through the door. "You're home early son." Steven said as Butters tried to control his breathing. He had run the whole way home after all. "Yeah, but guess what? I was invited to stay with a friend this weekend!" Butters said happily.
Both Steven and Linda looked at Butters with an almost shocked look on their faces. Butters was scared for a moment as he waited for his parents to say something, anything. He could never be sure if he was going to get into trouble, and with the way his parents were looking at him, Butters was afraid that he might have done something to make them angry. Maybe he forgot to make his bed or close the bathroom closet door again.
"Good for you son, making friends." Seven said with a smile, causing his son to beam back at him. "Yeas, now who will you be staying with Butters dear?" Linda asked, seeming as pleased as her husband was. "Kenny McCormick." Butters said, happy that his parents were going to let him go. They only acted this way when they were going to say yes.
"The McCormicks huh?" Steven said before he nodded to himself. "You just make sure that you mind your manners mister. We wouldn't want you scaring off your friends now." Steven said as the phone rang and Linda got up to answer it. "Yes sir." Butters said with a smile.
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Butters soon found himself in front of Kenny's house. It still looked the same as it had when Butters had been in grade school. He was almost nervous as he walked up to the door and knocked. He had never really hung out with Kenny before, so he wasn't sure how this was going to go. Maybe he'd end up making Kenny and his family hate him because he was so weird and boring. He'd sure make his own parents mad if he did that.
"Hi Mrs. McCormick, thank you ever so much for havin' me over." He said with a kind smile.
Mrs. McCormick looked down at Butters once he'd arrived, a look of joy instantly over taking her face. The red head's eyes lit up when she saw the young blond with his back pack.
"Ah! You must be Butters!" She gushed out, opening the front door wide. The inside looked cleaner than it usually did, but only because she'd rushed to clean before he came over. Side stepping, she let the little blond in.
"Come on in. Go ahead an' take your shoes off. I'll call Kenny down an' he'll show you his room." She said, watching Butters begin to take his shoes off before turning her head to scream up through the house; her voice ear splitting.
"KENNY! YER FRIEND'S HERE!" She yelled, her voice faltering into a light cough before she turned back to Butters and smiled in a friendly manner. "H e'll be here any minute." She said, though she could already hear her son coming down the hall.
Butters had tried not to flinch when Kenny's mom yelled for her son. He smiled back at her when she said that Kenny would be down soon even though his ears were ringing slighty from the high pitch yell. He waited until he saw Kenny appear from the hallway. Butters smiled. "Hey." He said as he tried to ignore how nervous he was. He really didn't want to mess this up at all, or Kenny might never want to hang out with him again. "Thanks for invitin' me over again." He said.
Kenny came through the hall and smiled at Butters in the door frame, his mother standing right next to him. He could see that he felt nervous, though he hoped that he soon wouldn't have to feel that way around him here. The blond walked up and grabbed Butters' bag for him, about to tell him to follow him to his room when his mother exclaimed in shock.
"Kenny! You couldn't put on somethin' different? You're always wearin' that orange parka!" She began to pat his shoulders and chest as she fussed, a distraught look on her face. Kenny took a step back, as though spooked. His mother never acted like this.
When he took a step back, his mother put her hands on her hips. "You don't have anything nicer to wear?" She asked. Kenny's face heated in embarrassment. God what had gotten into her?
"I don't dress any different for church!" Kenny retorted, wrapping a hand around Butters' arm. He had no intention of arguing with his mother about her strange behavior, but he wasn't going to put up with it either. Quickly, he began to pull Butters after him, his mother tailing them.
"You would if you went to church!" She called, but was unable to get Kenny's attention. The blond continued to lead Butters to his room so he could get him away before his mother doted anymore.
Once they made it to the sanctity of his room, Kenny closed the door behind him and gave out an exhale of relief. Looking up, he smiled in a sheepish manner. "Sorry about that- she's acting weird today. But thanks for coming."
"Oh you don't need to apologize." Butters said with a small smile. "And you're welcome I suppose, but you don't need to thank me." He said being truthful. If anything, Butters should be thanking Kenny again for inviting him over. He hardly ever got to leave his house since he was never invited anywhere.
Butters took a second to look around Kenny's room with a smile. It looked like Kenny had rushed to pack up his room since he could see that some things were hastily shoved in places. The room was a lot messier than Butters', but he liked it. It actually looked like someone lived here versus his own that had no personal touches. "So, what do you wanna do?" Butters asked, still in a good mood. He hoped he didn't sound like an idiot for asking.
While Butters situated himself and set down his back pack full of stuff, Kenny shrugged off his orange layer and sat down heavily onto his bed, trying to think of where or how they were going to sleep. He began to move the pillows on the bed as he thought.
"…Uh… I don't really know." Kenny confessed, looking up at Butters for a moment before he adverted his gaze. "I usually don't stay at home. …But we could talk or go somewhere I think my mom's going to try and scrounge something up for us- we could help her…" Kenny mumbled, trying to think of something, anything interesting, that he could do with Butters.
Looking a little embarrassed, he decided to look at Butters and smile apologetically. "I'm really sorry, I'm not used to entertaining a guest." He admitted awkwardly.
"That's alright." Butters said, trying to be positive to try and make Kenny feel a bit better. He hadn't meant to upset his friend or make him feel awkward about having him over. Butters had kind of figured that Kenny didn't entertain guests much, so he had come prepared with a few ideas if he started to bore Kenny with his company.
"W-we could help your mom like you said, or-or if you're not used to staying home we could go out for a bit. I-I've got a gift card to the movie place I need to use." Butters offered. The card expired in a couple weeks and his parents would be mad if he didn't use the gift. Butters just never had anyone to take with him. "Or we could just talk an' stuff." He offered last.
Butters couldn't help how he was fidgeting. He wasn't very good at entertaining people either. He was used to listening to what Eric told him to do. Butters always did what everyone else was doing, so making his own choices was a bit hard for him.
Kenny watched Butters fidget nervously and talk, his eyes glancing all around in different directions. The blond was beginning to look unsure of himself, and it made Kenny smile a little bit. It was cute that he was trying hard too, and it made Kenny feel just a little better.
Reaching out to touch Butters' arm, Kenny tried to grab his attention so he'd stop feeling nervous and listen. The blond gave him a wayward smile. "Well, you just got here, so we can hang out and calm down, figure out what we're doing and then maybe see if we can help out my mom at all." He said, moving his light pillow further to the side to make room. A sly smile crossed his lips as he tugged at the sheets.
"We can always go out and o things tomorrow, like a date." He said playfully, casting a quick glance over in the blonde's direction. "But for now, do you want to sleep on my bed? We can share it if you want but I don't mind the floor."
Butters fought the blush that had almost overtaken his face. Kenny saying the word date didn't mean anything special, especially where Butters was concerned. Kenny always flirted with people, it was part of his nature. "S-Sure, sounds good. B-But I can't take your bed!" Butters said like he was horrified at the idea. "An' I get all clingy n' stuff, so I can take the floor." He said, hoping Kenny would see things his way.
Kenny smirked deviously when he saw a light blush creep to the tops of the other's cheeks, though he decided not to comment on it and save Butters for a moment.
"No, really. I don't mind a clingy bed mate. I'm used to it." Kenny reached down and pulled up a second pillow. He was actually bluffing. The blond had seen many different beds; but he almost always either left after sex or slept on the woman's couch. Kenny was almost always used to being alone, but he didn't feel the need to tell Butters that.
"You don't need to worry, I fuss in my sleep sometimes." Kenny said, scooting over on the bed to offer Butters a seat on it. He was grinning at the blond.
"I know my bed isn't exactly soft, but it's good enough." He tried to persuade, though his efforts were rather perfunctory.
Butters looked unsure of what to do. He didn't want Kenny to have to sleep on the floor and if he wasn't allowed to sleep on the floor either than he was stuck. "W-Well… if you're sure that you don't mind." Butters said after a long moment. He sat down on the bed next to Kenny with a smile. "Then I guess we can share, b-but if I get clingy, just remember that I warned you." He said, trying to sound serious on the last part.
He wasn't too keen on sleeping next to Kenny, but only because Butters was afraid that he might say or do something embarrassing.
Kenny chuckled to himself when Butters continued on warning him about his clinginess. It was adorable how insecure Butters was being, but he really didn't have to be. He wished that there was a way for him to show him, but nothing significant came to mind.
Kenny flopped down with his back to the bed, stretching his arms up above him with a groan of pleasure. He swore that stretching could feel orgasmic at times. "Good, then you can have the wall side." He said, placing his hands onto his own lean stomach once he finished.
Butters watched as Kenny flopped down on his bed and stretched himself out. He watched his whole body flex as his muscles were pulled tight and then relaxed. When Butters realized that he had been staring he quickly found something else to look at. He hadn't meant to be creepy, it had just happened since he sometimes found himself spacing out and staring.
"Since you're not normally home, where do you go on the weekends?" Butters asked out of simple curiosity. He knew that Kenny hung out with Stan and Kyle sometimes but not all the time.
Kenny rolled over onto his side once he'd satisfied himself, looking up at Butters now that he was laying down. He smiled anxiously at his questions. It was a good question, it was just that Kenny wasn't entirely sure how honest he should be.
"…Anywhere really." Kenny confessed, adverting his gaze to the bed. His fingers picked at the sheets as he attempted to think of a better answer. "…I sleep at many different ones. I've even been to Token's once." He admitted awkwardly, glancing back up at Butters. "…How about you? Do you ever go anywhere?"
"N-not really." Butters admitted, realizing that his answer was pretty lame. "I'm only really invited over to Eric's and that's only w-when he wants my help with somethin'." He said as he looked down at his hands in his lap. Sometimes he needed to actually stare at them to keep them from starting to fidget.
"I usually just stay home. It can be nice an' stuff sometimes since my parents go out on the weekends, and I get some free time." Butters said almost feeling the need to defend his poor answer earlier. How he spent his weekends probably sounded boring to Kenny. He knew that Eric certainly thought so.
Kenny nodded and smiled in understanding. "That's definitely something I can understand. I wish my family would leave the house so I wouldn't have to so much." He said in good humor, though he was far from joking. Kenny honestly wished that he could have the house to himself more often because he hated his family.
Shifting to sit up himself, Kenny smiled and got himself up off the bed. He turned to offer Butters his hand. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to 'behave' himself around Butters, but he would feel humiliated if he admitted his sins to him. There was just something about the way Butters looked at him that made Kenny feel like if he told Butters how lewd he actually was that it'd be like telling an angel himself.
"Come on then, we can go to the kitchen and see if we can help my mom." He suggested with a smile.
Butters smiled, glad when Kenny didn't seem to be judging him at all. Maybe he had been too harsh on himself since most kids enjoyed getting to spend time at home alone. He took the hand that Kenny had offered him and stood up as well. "Alright, sounds good." Butters returned the smile. He was always up for helping.
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Kenny sat down at the table next to Butters once he'd poured everyone a glass of water. Their shoddy table looked nicer than usual, but it still looked like it needed some definite attention. The plates and silverware were all clean- but the porcelain was chipped. It was all they really had but it still made Kenny feel just the slight bit embarrassed. He turned to look at Butters, hoping that the male wasn't judging thi9s meager representation of a usual dinner.
His mom came out with a few vegetables and a slight bit of chicken- though it wasn't nearly the normal amount that people would serve a family. Kenny sat up right in his chair, looking fairly surprised. Normally, his mother couldn't afford a meal that had more than one food group, and he was shocked to see it.
His mother must have red his mind as she set down the plates and smiled, as though very proud. "The food shelter had a little more than the usual today, so I managed to get away with this." She announced, and Kenny looked up as though astonished. He wanted to say more, but his mother took a seat and folded her hands in front of her.
"Now, let's bow our heads and say grace." His mother said in an abnormally delicate manner. Kenny felt his face fall. He hated doing this, he wasn't religious. Even if his family was Roman Catholic it didn't mean that he was. Kenny fidgeted.
"Actually mom, I wanted to-" He was cut off by his mother looking up and giving her son a stern glare.
"Kenny McCormick, you will sit here like your friend, bow your head and say grace!"
Kenny frowned. "But-"
"BOW YOUR HEAD!"
Kenny's eyes shot down to the table as he lowered his head quickly, fisting his hands on his pants as he bit his tongue. Well wasn't that just great… now he was forced to sit here.
His mother, looking pleased, bowed her head.
"Dear Lord, we thank you for this bountiful meal you have brought us. We are well aware that we do not always get treated like this and we humbly thank you. We are thankful for the good fortune you have bestowed on us all and we pray that things may continue as they are Lord…" Kenny had to resist the urge to mock his mother as she spoke, trying to wait patiently for her to finish. "And we thank you for our guest this evening, Butters. May he find good fortune and his well-being."
"Amen." Kenny concluded for her before she dragged on, raising his head. His mother opened her eyes to give him a look before she smiled herself and nodded just slightly. "Amen."
Butters almost felt a little bad that Kenny's mom had gone out of her way to cook this, especially since she had warded it as though it didn't happen often. He kept his mouth shut though and smiled politely. When Kenny's mom told them to bow their heads and say grace, Butters did so without much hesitation. He was used to having a silent prayer before meals so this wasn't anything new. He only hoped he wasn't called upon to say it out loud.
His eyes opened in shock when he heard Kenny start to protest. Butters had never once tried to protest when it came to his own parents so it was surprising to hear Kenny do so. It was even more shocking when his mother yelled, causing Butters to flinch. Instead of being scared though, he had to suppress a smirk when he saw Kenny finally give in and bow his head out of the corner of his eye.
Butters echoed Kenny's 'Amen' and raised his head after the prayer was over. Just something as simple as saying grace had been eventful.
Kenny was very grateful when he was finally able to pick up his head and be allowed to eat. Honestly he was starving. Kenny hated school lunch because he had to watch other people eat; either that or steal from Cartmen's tray, so he was looking forward to dinner.
The red haired woman turned to smile at Butters when he also concluded the prayer with them, her attitude seeming to brighten. "What a good young boy- so polite!" She exclaimed, leaning over to serve Butters first. "I'll let you get first pick." She said. Kenny couldn't keep himself from rolling his eyes- though he certainly knew better than to say anything. He'd already received his mother's temper, and he wasn't interested in a second helping of it.
He waited as patiently as he could while his mom began to put food on his plate for him, smiling a quick thanks once she'd finished and watched her dish the amount left to her plate. She was smiling. "So, how long have you known my Kenny? I don't know that I've seen ya before."
"I guess I've known Kenny since fourth grade." Butters said after he'd thought about it for a moment. He remembered playing games with Kenny and the group when they were younger, but they had never really spend time together. Well, there was that one time Kenny had gone to Hawaii with him because the airport wouldn't let him fly alone.
Even though Butters was trying his hardest to be polite, he was still surprised by how Kenny's mom was reacting. She was treating him as though he was the most polite kid she had ever met. He was sure it was a compliment, but Butters wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Being polite was expected of him at all times at home.
"For that long!" She sounded as though the information had floored her by how impressive it was. Kenny couldn't help but to look up and give his mother s strange look. He really didn't get what was so impressive or why she was being the way she was. …It was really starting to weird him out.
"Kenny, why haven't you introduced him before?" Kenny's mother scolded him, only making Kenny look even more confused and embarrassed. "He's a great deal better than that Cartmen. That boy was nuthin' but rude." Kenny let out a long sigh that edged on a groan. Honestly, and his mother wondered why he hated sitting at the table. "Can we talk about something else, please?"
His mother smiled. "Sure, why don't we figure out more about each other? Butters," The woman turned to smile kindly at the blond child. "Why don't you tell us about yourself?"
Butters smiled back even though he felt a little nervous with all of the questions. He could understand why Kenny was embarrassed now. His mom was even starting to embarrass him. "Oh, um…" Butters struggled to come up with something to say. He had no idea how to answer that question, at least not simply. Mostly, Butters just wanted the conversation to move away from this topic.
"I'm not too sure what to say…" Butters said as he tried to wrack his brain for an answer that wouldn't sound completely stupid. "I guess I could say that I'm an honor student an' stuff." He said before he immediately wanted to smack himself. That sounded so stupid and horribly boring. He half wanted to hide his face in his hands and groan, but he settled for fidgeting with his hands a bit. At least those were hidden from view.
Kenny's mom's eyes lit up with delight. "A honor's student!" She exclaimed, her voice cooing in her absolute fancy. She was looking at Butters with a new light, her eyes gleaming. Kenny resisted the urge to groan by stabbing at his chicken. She was treating Butters like God himself had descended from heaven to earth to eat with them. …Maybe he wasn't the only one who thought Butters was morally akin to something of holy and pure decent.
"How delightful! I just imagine that your parents are so proud of you! Heck, I'd trade you for Kenny in a heartbeat!" She exclaimed with a chuckle. Kenny took a bite of his food and looked up at his mother with a definite amount of disdain.
Butters blushed slightly out of embarrassment, but he was able to pull a polite smile. The whole situation had just gone from embarrassing to awkward. He'd have to remember to apologize profusely to Kenny later. He'd hate to have his parents say something like that about him, even though he had a feeling that they thought that way sometimes.
He mumbled a polite thank you, which he was glad was received well and over looked for the most part. He busied himself with eating so he'd have an excuse not to talk and embarrass himself further.
Kenny hurriedly scarfed his food as fast as he could, trying to eat quickly enough so they could avoid his father. Out of all of his family, his father was the absolute last person Kenny wanted to introduce Butters to. When he glanced up he was glad to see that Butters was eating fast too.
Once they managed to finish their plates, Kenny got up to his feet and took both his and Butters' plates to the sink. "Thanks mom." Kenny uttered quickly, setting the plates down into the warm water. "I'm going back to my room with Butters now."
"Thank you Mrs. McCormick." Butters managed to get out before Kenny dragged him off to his room. He was almost dizzy by the time he was back in the room with the door shut tight. He was confused as to why he had been taken from the room so quickly, but he assumed it was because he didn't want to be embarrassed by his mother again.
"Ah, s-sorry Kenny." Butters stuttered, still feeling sort of bad for earlier. He hadn't meant to show Kenny up like that and cause his mother to act that way.
Kenny looked around from where he'd shut the door, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Butters. The poor blond raised an eye brow in question. "…Sorry? What for? I'm the one who should apologize." He said, taking care to lock the door after them and turn quickly to glance at the clock. It was close to six… good. His father shouldn't be home for a bit. Kenny smiled to himself before he turned to Butters.
"You're lucky my mother's married- or else I'd swear she'd be all over you." He kidded, moving back over to sit on his own bed and glance up at Butters.
Even though Kenny had told him that he didn't need to be sorry, Butters still felt bad. His parents would have gotten angry with him for bragging so he didn't understand why Kenny wasn't. "No, no. Y-you don't have to apologize either." Butters chuckled lightly at Kenny's joke. It would be best if he just tried to drop being upset for the moment.
"S-so I'm takin' that your mom isn't like that normally." Butters said, remembering how Kenny had reacted to her behavior. She had been acting like Kenny didn't have any friends. "Still though, your mom seems nice." Butters gave the other a small smile, trying to focus on creating a new conversation.
When Butters brought up Kenny's mom, Kenny felt his good mood drop again. A look of annoyance flashed across his face. "I really don't know what got into her, but I'm hoping it doesn't last." He snorted. It was sweet of Butters to say his mom was nice, but it felt like he couldn't accept the compliment for her since she wasn't usually like this. Sure, his mom was one of the better people in his family… but still.
Kenny glanced over to see that there was still an awkward look on Butters' face, which made Kenny want to frown. Did he still feel bad about it? It was fine… Kenny wanted to tell him; but he had a feeling it wouldn't help. He'd have to think of something else.
"Hey Butters," Kenny said slowly, a devious smirk curling onto his lips. The blond shifted, his shoulders rolled forward and poised like a preying predator. With only a flash of teeth for a grin did Kenny give warning with a question.
"You ticklish?"
Butters looked highly confused for a moment. "Wh-what?" He stammered out. He only had enough time to let out a yelp of surprise as Kenny tackled him to the floor. "What the..ahaha!"Butters had started to ask Kenny what his problem was before he had erupted into laughter, his friend starting to assault his sides. "St-ahah-p!" Butters pleaded between his laughter and his thrashing.
Kenny grinned broadly as he threw himself at Butters, knocking him down to the floor. He quickly straddled him and attacked his sides with wriggling fingers, watching the blond yelp, laugh and squirm as he assaulted him.
"What's the magic word?" He taunted playfully, watching the blond teenager's face flush from the strain of laughing so much. The way he was giggling was adorable, but that wasn't what eventually made Kenny slowly stop his motions. Kenny's eyes were trained on Butters as he imagined himself leaning over him in a different way. The thought had been so shocking that it made Kenny freeze up, his eyes staring into the other's flushed face. His innocent playing had quickly turned into something entirely different. …It was his fault- this position over Butters could easily be taken intimately.
God, what was he thinking- was he that much of a pervert that he couldn't tickle another person without, oh he was staring too long at Butters' face. Now he had made things awkward. Oh shit…
Kenny's face heated though he tried to remain stolid as he grinned, trying to pretend like he hadn't spaced out and stared at the other. "Well, what'll it be?"
Butters was relieved when the assault on his sides stopped, and he instantly got to work trying to regulate his breathing. He looked up into Kenny's face, fully intending to pout until he saw the look on his face. Butters wasn't sure what Kenny was thinking or what the look in his eyes meant, but he was glad his face was already red because it was making him blush.
He was somewhat happy and disappointed when Kenny broke his stare and spoke. "Um… please let m-me up?" Butters asked, sounding a little unsure of his choice of words. What if he said the wrong thing? Would Kenny end up tickling him again? Butters didn't think his chest could take anymore laughing.
Kenny looked down at the other's face, seeing the red tint his usually pale cheeks. His heart was pounding in his throat as he fought the temptations crawling up his spine. Butters had said what he was looking for, but Kenny found that he didn't really want to let him up. Kenny was glued to the spot as he battled with himself.
The way Butter's was looking at him right now was nearly undeniable. It made his skin tingle with a want that he wasn't used to feeling with other men… but there was no mistaking it. Kenny wanted to stay put and trace his fingers along Butters spine and sides, to feel his warm or cool skin. He wanted to lean down and open the other's lips to see if he tasted as sweet and delectable as he looked. He wanted to see him blush more, and writhe… and…
Kenny's face heated as realization came over him. He was thinking this about Butters, his timid friend who would probably be traumatized if he could read minds right now. Kenny couldn't even think to be concerned about Butters being a guy, he was too worried that he would end up making the blond disgusted with him…but, shouldn't he be concerned that he was a guy? Why wasn't that more concerning to Kenny? Shit- he needed to move, move and stop staring.
Blushing from his collar up, Kenny rigidly moved off of Butters, turning his face sharply to the side to hide a little. "Y-Yeah." Kenny said, his voice sounding dry. "That's right." What on earth had gotten into himself?
Butters had been starting to wonder if Kenny was going to let him up or not. The look on his friends eyes had been telling him that he wasn't about to go anywhere. Butters had even had to suppress the urge to start fidgeting under the heated gaze. It was making him feel nervous again, but it was also drawing him in. He had almost been about to reach up and touch the sides of Kenny's face when his friend suddenly spoke and moved off of him, breaking the trance like state Butters had been in.
He stood up as he tried to rid his face of his blush. That whole situation had been awkward. If Kenny hadn't moved when he did, Butters was sure he would have ended up kissing him. Oh god, what was wrong with him? He really was going to Hell now. What was he doing thinking about kissing Kenny? Butters would have ended up outing himself, spilling his secret, and losing a friend all in one move.
Butters wracked his brain for something, anything to say to change the topic and fast. "P-please don't t-tell anyone I'm ticklish!" Butters blurted out a little too suddenly. Oh lovely, he sounded like an idiot. He wanted to hide his face. Way to go on being crafty. Butters couldn't help but to chastise himself.
Kenny had been so focused on trying to calm himself down and rid his mind of its perverse thought that he had almost missed Butters blurting out his plea. Turning, Kenny caught sight Butters' heated face and found himself smiling. In Butters' embarrassment he felt his own disappear as a low chuckle escaped him, coming out slowly into a laugh. He couldn't help it. It wasn't that Kenny was laughing at Butters, it was just that it was so sudden and cute that it had caught the blond completely off guard and hit his funny bone. After all of the things Kenny had been thinking of doing to Butters he was concerned he would tell someone he was ticklish. It was too funny for words.
"I won't tell." He chuckled, getting to his feet and taking in even breaths. He felt better now, less distracted. The blond grinned at Butters. "…Though I think everyone may already guess you are- with or without my say."
Butters frowned slightly. "Wh-what's that supposed to mean?" Butters said with a pout. Did everyone think that he was ticklish? He certainly hoped that wasn't the case, especially because he feared that people would use it against him. "…but thanks." Butters said after a moment with a small smile. Even if everyone already knew, he was glad that Kenny wasn't going to tell.
Kenny smiled back at Butters, glad that he was calm again. "You're welcome." Kenny responded, looking to be normal though his mind was anything but. His head was spinning with new thoughts, ideas, and realizations… and he had a feeling that he probably wasn't going to find any sleep until he sorted through them.