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Chapter 15.- Tasting.
-So, you were fucking with Butters again. What the hell is wrong with you Kenny?-asked Cartman behind him.
The boy, who was smiling, gazing at Butters bending down to pick one of his pencils from the floor and admiring his ass, felt as if something bitter was sliding in his throat when he heard that stupidity.
-Shut up, fat ass. Or do you want me to break your nose again so it looks exactly like the pig you are?-he said dryly, as he squeezed his eyes shut with all his might, trying to be patient.
He already had to stay for detention that afternoon, and he didn't want to make it worse. After all, it was because of that that he had to arrive a little later to Butters' house. Until now, he only had one hour of detention and that was enough torture for him. Now, if he hit the fat ass again, he would have to spend more time in there and that was the last thing he wanted to do in that moment.
-Oooohhhh, Kenny is pissed off. Yeah, they say that poor-asses have a very bad attitude. Very well, Kenny, today I will leave you alone. I just know this is a PHASE you're going through and I don't have to worry about anything more, or else…
-Or else…-continued Kenny-You couldn't care less if I do whatever I feel like doing. I don't need your permission and even less your approval, so get that stupid thought out of your head, you idiot, nobody cares about your opinion.
-Yeah, whatever you say, Kenny-answered a sarcastic Cartman while, smiling, folded his arms in the desk. He didn't have anything to worry about.
The classes ended soon. Most of them looked relieved about having to go, but others like Stan and Kyle looked uncomfortable. They usually went home together, but now they didn't even now what to do.
Kenny stopped Butters by the arm.
-See you this afternoon-he said.
-Aren't…Aren't you coming with me?-asked the boy. After saying this, he blushed. Maybe he didn't plan to say it at all and it just slipped. Kenny couldn't help but smile. That boy was sooo cute.
-I have detention.
-Detention? Why?-asked the blonde, widening his eyes with surprise.
-A thing with Cartman. Don't worry, soon I'll be with you-the boy turned completely red.
-Hey Butters, I'm waiting for you-said Clyde from the door. The boy looked at him.
-Eh?-he answered frowning slightly, not understanding.
-I'm taking you home-said the boy, smiling at him while giving Kenny a challenging look, who furrowed his brows angrily.
-Oh, all right-answered the blonde, nodding.
The boy was just about to walk to where Clyde was when Kenny stopped him by the arm again. When he turned around to look at him, the boy had already taken off his hood and was kissing him passionately, to the surprise of all those who still were in the classroom. When he finished, he whispered into his ear.
-Don't let anyone but me to touch you, especially Clyde-the boy turned completely red and, not knowing what to answer and staggering a little because of the intense kiss, went to meet with Clyde.
Kenny smiled when he saw the boy stagger and then sighed. After an hour of detention, he could do whatever he wanted with Butters. Then, he turned his face to where Stan and Kyle were looking at him, avoiding in any way possible to look at each other and without moving from their seats, as if they were stuck there.
-What's the matter?-asked the boy of the orange parka after fixing his hood again.
-Are you staying in detention?-asked Kyle then.
-Yeah, you two heard what the teacher said-answered the boy, frowning even more-Aren't you going home together?-he asked, as if he noticed what the problem was.
-I, have things to do-whispered Stan and, pinching the bridge of his nose, quickly walked out of the room, while Kyle squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe deeply.
-Did you two fight?-the redhead nodded-But, why?
-I…think that Stan likes Butters-answered the boy hurriedly while running away from the classroom, suspiciously wiping the corners of his eyes.
Stan liked his Butters? No, that couldn't be, Stan was more than interested in Kyle. He wondered what could have happened between his two best friends while he walked through the hallway to detention.
In other place, Clyde was trying to take advantage of the moment to get closer to Butters.
-I…Butters I have…How are you?...Better?-asked the brown-haired boy.
-I feel very good, thanks Clyde-answered the blonde.
Both boys walked through the streets of South Park. Silence reigned between the two of them. Clyde was too nervous to say anything and Butters had his mind in other place, in certain detention room with certain blonde with an orange parka, so he wasn't even aware of the silence that accompanied them until they arrived to his house.
-Butters-said the brown-haired boy while grabbing his shoulder. Butters kept looking at his hand in his shoulder and, a little scared, he brushed it off and then blushed. Kenny had told him that he didn't want Clyde to touch him. The aforementioned looked at him, confused, for a moment and then shoved his hands in his pockets-I only want to remind you about what we told you. I know that in this moment you believe that Kenny is the best, but take his history in consideration. He had never been with anyone for more than two days. I admit it, I'm surprised he has been behind you for four days straight, but that doesn't mean he'll keep doing it. I don't want to see you hurt, Butters-the boy told him, concern laced in his voice.
-Don't worry Clyde, Kenny is…He's special for me and I know that, in spite of everything, he wouldn't do anything to hurt me-Clyde shook his head energetically while giving a deep sigh.
-OK Butters, but I want you to know that there are people who love you and that we wish the best for you. Don't hesitate to call me if the worst happens, all right?-the blonde nodded and Clyde walked away from there, waving with a hand. Butters watched him walk away. Kenny was a wonderful person and he hoped with all his heart that he shared his feelings.
With his key, he opened the door, walking into the solitude of his home. The fact that his parents were gone in the middle of the week didn't surprise him at all. He still remembered the incident when his mother tried to kill him and his father confessed going to gay places. Since then, Butters hadn't been the same. Not even his house would be the same. Now, his mom and dad tried, at all costs, to revive a romance that they didn't know if they had. Butters sighed. Even with all the problems they had had, they were still together, so they should have reached an agreement. So, he decided that he shouldn't worry about them anymore.
Suddenly, he remembered what Kenny had told him and his heart jumped in his chest. What should he do before he arrived? Would it be good to make a special dinner? Yes, maybe Kenny would want to eat something before…He turned completely red. After all, none of them had lunch because they had stayed locked in that closet. He got even redder if that was possible and, very nervous, he went to get everything ready in the kitchen. The good thing was that he was good at cooking, which no one but his mom knew, because he didn't want the boys of South Park High to laugh at him. He had always liked cooking programs and he had learned some tricks and various recipes. His parents had gone shopping just two days ago, so the fridge and cupboards were replete. The boy smiled. He would surprise Kenny.
The boy of the orange parka felt his feet burning to get out of there. There were only five minutes left, but they felt like the longest five minutes of his life. He wanted to be beside him already. Hell, he had never had such a strong need for someone as he had with Butters. He wanted him so much that it physically hurt, as if they were squeezing him and he simply wanted to be beside him. Even though that day, Cartman had wanted to ruin whatever he had with Butters, the blonde had overcome everything and in spite of how mortified he had been, he had let him kiss him more times. He only hoped that that stupid Clyde hadn't dared touch him or he would have to deal with him.
He then frowned when his mind wandered to his own friends. Why would Kyle think that Stan was in love with Butters? All right he admitted it his blonde was awakening passions and he himself didn't know how he hadn't noticed how cute he was. The tight ass he had, his storm gray-colored eyes, his blonde hair that shone like the sun, his white skin that looked so soft and his lips, so tiny and pink that he wanted to be eating them all day, as if they were a strawberry that needed to be bitten so one could get the sweet flavor that it had inside. OK, he was rambling again and he could feel his little "himself" was reacting only thinking about it. But getting back to Stan, the boy was clearly in love with Kyle and he was sure that Kyle felt the same. There had to be a way to get them out of that stupidity and make them realize that. In that moment, the bell that signaled the end of detention rang.
-Wooooohooo!!!!-yelled the boy, triumphant, while he ran to the exit. He wanted to see him so much that…he felt that he couldn't deal with one more minute. Finally, he arrived to the blonde's house and a smell form inside made his stomach growl. Suddenly, he frowned. He was so distracted thinking about Butters that he hadn't remembered that he hadn't eaten all day. He, Kenny McCormick, hadn't eaten and he hadn't remembered. He wondered if the smell came from Butters' house. No, probably not. After all, what 16-year-old boy knew how to cook? If Butters' parents weren't home, the boy would surely have some frozen food they could help themselves to. In that moment, he could eat anything.
He knocked the door with his knuckles and Butters opened. He was wearing a dark blue apron, his cheeks rosy and one of them had a smear of sauce. He looked extremely adorable.
-Ah, Kenny-said the boy, smiling at him while his cheeks turned red-Come in. Get comfortable, I'm making something.
Before he could return to the kitchen, Kenny grabbed his arm. He had already taken his hood off when he licked the smear of sauce he had.
-Mmmm, it is delicious-he whispered with a husky voice that seemed to vibrate in every pore of the apron-clad boy's body, making him shudder while he closed the door with his foot behind him-Are you cooking, Butters?-he asked, although before letting him answer, he captured his lips with his own and, biting softly, he smiled, remembering his thoughts about strawberries and Butters' lips.
He licked his lower and upper lips, tasting his sweetness and pressed him against his body. He looked so pretty, blushing and with that apron. He knew he had never called a guy pretty, but it was the only word that could make some justice to how the boy looked in that moment. When they separated, Butters looked at him for a few seconds, panting, not reacting. Then, a ring was heard in the kitchen and he came out of his reverie to run there.
-Sit in the dinning room, I'll bring the food right now.
God! If outside, that smelled good; inside, the smell filled him completely and all his senses. He wasn't used to homemade meals. His mom certainly didn't make them and the few times he had eaten something similar were when he had stayed for dinner in one of his friend's houses, but the fact that Butters cooked. Oh, that was something…well, something amazing. The taste of the sauce in his cheek was exquisite, just like the taste of his skin that had him intoxicated. He felt how his knees started to weaken and his stomach filled with butterflies. He finally managed to sit at a very well arranged table and started to breathe with difficulty. He didn't know what the hell was going on, he suddenly felt nervous. But no, that couldn't be true. Kenny McCormick didn't get nervous about having sex. That simply didn't happen.
While his chest tightened slightly and his heart beat quickly, he tried to tell himself that everything was caused because he was hungry and it was affecting his mentality. In that moment, Butters walked in with stew in a casserole. He put it in the middle of the table, walked into the kitchen again and came back with a bowl of mashed potatoes, then a bowl with vegetables and finally with a pot of soup, which he served first.
-I made strawberry ice-cake for dessert-he said smiling. Kenny couldn't help smiling too. Strawberries. That boy was…amazing-I thought you'd be hungry, seeing as we didn't have lunch today-he said, nervous, while rubbing his knuckles against each other, avoiding the gaze of the orange-clad boy.
-You're unique, Butters-he said in a whisper. The boy finally lifted his gaze and looked at him. After seeing his sincerity, he blushed and then said.
-Well, you're very special too, Kenny-they smiled at each other for a moment.
-Well, let's see if it tastes as good as it smells-said Kenny. Butters smiled and they started eating. Dish after dish, everything tasted absolutely delicious.
-Mmm, seems like it is OK-said Butters smiling.
What he didn't notice was that, after releasing that pleasurable moan because of the food, certain part of Kenny's anatomy had started to react. And the boy, every time he finished a dish, was getting more and more nervous. He had cleaned every single one of his plates, he hadn't left anything at all. It was the best thing he had tasted in his life. Well, after Butters' lips, but if he had to make a list, the first would be Butters' lips and in second place his food. There wasn't anything more delicious. Dessert time had come and the strawberry cake hadn't disappointed him, but seeing Butters' pink tongue come out of his cavity to taste that appetizing dessert was making him wriggle in his seat uncomfortably. His penis was hard and was waiting for the tiniest opportunity to attack. Nevertheless, everything was chaos inside of Kenny. He felt more nervous than he ever had felt in his life and he had no idea of why. Usually the part of the sex was the simple one to which he would react with ease, but he was very conscious of the fact that the cute blonde, who was looking at him from the corner of his eye while he took his last bite of strawberry cake, was a person that would make him feel something. He didn't know what, but he didn't know if he was prepared for that. Butters picked the dishes and took them to the kitchen. After he finished washing them, he returned, where he found that Kenny was still sitting and had a lost stare.
-Are you OK?-he asked aloud. Kenny finally looked at him and nodded-Do you want to go to my room?-asked the boy, with his cheeks tinted pink.
Kenny didn't know if his legs were going to respond in that moment, but even then, he nodded.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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