A/N: This chapter will have the first full-blown sexy section of this story. Which, 16 chapters in with only snippets here and there is a goddamn record for me pft.

Enjoy~

The two of them sat in Kyle's bedroom, blankly staring at his laptop at the foot of the bed as it played a playlist of random Youtube videos. They simultaneously looked at each other, each reaching for the right thing to say before Kyle finally sighed, irritably scratching his fingers up through his hair. "Shit, Kenny, I'm fucking sorry," he muttered, hiding his face under his palms.

"Forrr?" he raised his brow.

"What I said at the restaurant," he elaborated miserably. "I didn't mean it."

The blonde couldn't help but chuckle a bit, wrapping his arm around Kyle's shoulders and shaking him. "Dude, dude. I get it. Shit's bad fer ya right now. You could tell me ya hate me n' to go die and I'd know ya wouldn't mean it."

"I wouldn't do that," he said softly, lowering his hands and looking at him pitiably.

Kenny smiled sadly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his flask, shaking it in front of Kyle's nose. "Ya look like ya need it."

The redhead hesitated before letting out a lengthy sigh and grasping the metal container, genially twisting off the top. "I shouldn't be encouraging you to carry this around," he chuckled softly, raising it to his lips and taking a long sip. His nose scrunched and he stuck out his tongue as he swallowed, shuddering as it worked its way down in a blazing scorch. "The fuck is this?" he rasped.

"Moonshine," he snickered, taking the flask back and giving himself a nice, long sip. He sighed contentedly, the bristles running up his spine a delectable treat.

"The fuck happened to whiskey or something a little less cliche for your accent, Ken?" he asked dryly, pushing the drink away as Kenny offered it back.

He shrugged, "I drink what I can find, Dude. Found a bottle of this stashed at my house and now I'm a very happy Kenny," he grinned cheekily.

Kyle sighed, shaking his head. "Can I ask a question?"

"Go ahead," he waved him on, his thumb rubbing over the smooth metal clasped in his hand.

"Why do you drink so much?"

Kenny stared at him for a moment before clearing his throat and taking another long sip. "Ya know...parents and whatnot. Life sucks and all that fun stuff."

Kyle narrowed his eyes a bit, turning in his seat and staring at Kenny with those sharp eyes that a part of the blonde couldn't help but fear. "You're lying," Kyle stated simply. Ken cursed to himself, knowing that Kyle could read him better than anyone. The redhead reached over and slammed his laptop shut, taking a deep breath before redirecting his green gaze back onto his friend. "Ken, tell me the truth."

He shrugged, giving himself another swig and biting his lip nervously. "Just...stuff caught up with me."

"Stuff like me," he said quietly. Kenny shrugged and Kyle fell back onto his bed, covering his face like a child yet again. "Jesus fucking Christ I'm fucking up everyone's lives, aren't I?"

"No, no, no!" Kenny interjected worriedly, closing his flask and tossing it onto Kyle's nightstand. He reached down and pulled the redhead back upright, staring at him sadly. "Dude, it's not your fault, okay?" Kyle looked at him guiltily and he shook his head. "Ky, I I swear it ain't yours."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" he asked sadly, seeing the absolute devastation in his eyes. Kenny tried to find his answer but couldn't, his body slumping defeatedly. This was too much. This was all just too goddamn much. He looked up as Kyle scooted up on his knees in front of him, tipping his chin back up to look at him straight on. "Kenny," he said firmly. "You said you wouldn't give me an answer for two months, right?"

He nodded, "Right."

"Then don't answer me," he whispered, leaning forward and pressing his lips firmly against Kenny's. The blonde choked in shock, eyes widening as a burst of energy slammed into his body. He knew he should pull back, he knew he shouldn't be doing what he was criticizing Stan for. But fuck it all if this wasn't what he so desperately wanted. He let his eyes slip shut, feeling Kyle's arms wrapping around his neck, holding him closely. His own limbs snaked around Kyle's slender waist, pulling him flush against his chest. Ken let out a shaky breath, his mouth opening enough for Kyle to push his tongue in through his teeth. He brought his hand up Kyle's back and threaded it through his hair, wrapping his fingers through the soft curls. Every nerve was on complete fire, his chest was tightening in a way that he was sure would suffocate him, but he welcomed it. He welcomed anything that came through this moment.

The delicious taste of Kyle was all over his tongue, his nose filled to the brim with the sensual spice of the redhead. He was a drug, nothing but a complete intoxication that Kenny was helplessly addicted to. But he yearned for it, he wanted it all.

However, common sense suddenly ravished the blonde and he shook his head, pulling back from Kyle and panting with him. He watched Kyle's eyes widen, as though realizing what he'd just done. "I-I..." he tried, faltering and dropping his vision to his hands, now pulled from Kenny and curled into fists atop his thighs. "Shit I'm..." he shut his eyes, his mind screaming bloody murder at him. Kyle didn't act impulsive. That just wasn't his shtick and it never had been. Why did it have to choose now to pop up?! He bit his lip, refusing to look at the dumbfounded blonde, "Please don't hate me," he whimpered.

"I could never hate you," he said softly, his heart still spiraling out of control. He was dancing on clouds, pirouetting around the eye of the storm. He was so damn close to the comfort he longed for...but the hurricane that was Stan was still raging between the both of them. "Ky," he said, grabbing his chin back and pulling his face up, feeling his heart drop at the complete loss and humiliation in his eyes. "Kyle, it's okay," he assured him.

"No, it's not," he whispered. "I'm doing exactly what I hate Stan for doing."

Kenny frowned, "Last time I checked, we ain't naked." Kyle's face dropped more and he sniffled, clutching around himself. "C'mere," Kenny said quietly, moving over and grasping him in a hug. "It's fine. Everything's fine."

Kyle shook his head, hiding his face in Kenny's shoulder. "Why am I such a fuck up?" he asked, his voice cracking horrendously.

"Yer not," he said, petting through his hair, a part of him completely lost. Kyle didn't get like this. He didn't know how to handle him, it seemed as though the redhead were actually breaking. He had no idea what it would take to fix him.

"Then why did he sleep with Wendy?" he sobbed, quickly losing his control and clutching around Kenny desperately. "Why did he leave m-me for her? And w-why did I just kiss you?"

The last question practically stabbed Kenny's heart straight through and he gulped, wishing that his moonshine was within grabbing distance of Kyle's needed comfort. "I don't know," he said honestly, mindlessly stroking his curls. "God, Ky I don't know any of that."

Kyle broke from his shoulder a bit, looking up at Kenny with glassy, bloodshot eyes that sent the blonde into a spiral of sympathy he didn't even know he could still conjure. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

"Don't be," he sighed, just wishing he had the easy answers here to guide them through this mess. To punch Stan in the face and bid it all a good day or something so simple would be lovely. But he knew just as well as Kyle: this shit was just getting worse. He looked at the redhead and offered a small, crooked smile. "What can I do to make ya feel better?" he asked.

Kyle blinked at him before shrugging. "Tell me something good," he echoed weakly.

Ken smirked, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Well, you're an awesome kisser," he teased. Kyle went beet read before slowly breaking into laughter, hiding his face in his hands childishly. Kenny couldn't help but join him, the both of them gradually moving towards snorting hysterically, leaning against each other and barely able to catch their breath.

Kyle finally sat up after a good five minutes of their romp and playfully punched Kenny's arm. "You jackass."

"Hey, I said you were awesome, it was a compliment," he winked. He leaned back against Kyle's wall and looked at him questionably. "Can I ask why you did it, though?"

His smile dropped a bit and he cleared his throat. "I...I don't know. It just kind of happened...are you mad at me?" he cringed.

"Trust me, not in the slightest," he assured him. "I enjoyed myself. Are you mad at you?"

He blinked, "I don't know," he repeated.

He sat up again and leaned his chin into his hand. "Did you like it?"

Kyle scoffed, "Stop using my misery to feed your ego, McCormick."

Kenny laughed and punched his arm back. "Dude, it's a legitimate question. I've been told that I'm slobbery, can you verify?"

"Oh my god," he blushed and looked away from him. "No, you're not. It was fine."

"Just fiiiiine?" he teased, sliding up and poking his shoulder. He knew he shouldn't be doing this to the boy, but having Kyle embarrassed instead of sobbing was definitely a step up.

Kyle looked at him with a shy smile, "It was nice, okay? Back off."

"Hm," he mused with a small chuckle. "Sorry, but that's going to take my ego higher than anythin' else ever could," he poked his rosy cheek a bit. "Well, aside from someone tellin' me my cock is great. That's the greatest honor one can bestow upon me."

Kyle raised his brow a bit before laughing again, shaking his head. "Ken, did you never learn the art of tact?"

"Eh," he shrugged, waving the notion away. "When ya grow up like me, ya learn t' say whatcha want because who gives a flyin' fuck otherwise?"

"So you want to talk about your dick around me? Is that it?" he teased.

Kenny smirked, elbowing him a bit, "I talk about my dick to everyone, but you git the full stories."

"Lucky me," he rolled his eyes. He smiled sadly and sighed. "Ken, I'm so fucking lost right now. I don't feel like myself."

"Well, lemme be your compass," he shrugged, nudging him again. "Yer gonna be fine, Dude. So ya acted a little impulsive, so what? Sometimes ya gotta. And you, Broflovski, have a lot of impulses t' catch up on."

He tilted his head, "Whaddya mean?"

"I mean yer too logical," he snorted. "Lemme ask ya a hypothetical." Kyle nodded slowly, his brow raising. "Let's say...yer at a party. There's this guy there, hot as hell. Yer single, ready t' mingle, and he's givin' ya the eyes. Whaddya do?"

Kyle blinked and shrugged. "I-I don't know...talk to him?" he winced.

"And what would ya say?" he challenged.

"Uh...," he bit his lip and shrugged again. "Hi?"

"Why not say nothin', wink, n' point to the door?" he asked. "Ky, you'd be standin' there thinkin' about how you'd get shot down, ya wouldn't go for it until the guy thought ya weren't interested."

He tucked a few curls behind his ear, staring down at his comforter tiredly. "I like to be grounded before I take a leap, ya know?" he said quietly. "That's why Stan drove me nuts. We were situated and I wanted to...get on the road," he sighed. "Stan wanted to sit on the couch and watch a movie about someone else getting on the road. It's nice to have something where even if you fuck up, there's still that one element that makes it okay."

"Whaddya mean?" he cocked his brow.

Kyle situated himself facing Ken, sitting with his legs crossed and a serious glint over his eyes. "Let's say you and I became a thing," he said, watching Kenny's eyes flash with hope and gulping. "We're together for...I don't know, five months," he waved his hand aimlessly. "We're to the point where we know we're fairly stable and know we can work as a couple, right?"

"Right," he nodded slowly.

"And one day we say 'hey, you know what'd be fun? Going to Denver for the day' or something. We go out and our car breaks the fuck down, we're stranded at some shitty-ass motel waiting for it to be fixed. What would you want to do in that situation?"

Kenny chuckled a bit and shrugged, "If you're goin' for honesty, I'd defile the fuck out of that motel room until I could defile ya in the car again."

Kyle snorted and shook his head, "See? That's something that I would want in that situation, too...Stan would...just bitch," his face twisted into a frown. "Hell, getting him on the road to begin with would be a chore..." he paused, biting his lip. "Do you remember when Stan and I went up to Boulder for my stupid paper reading at that museum?"

He nodded briskly, "Yeah. I remember how ya didn't wanna talk about it. I figured yer paper just didn't go over well," he shrugged.

"Quite the contrary," he rolled his eyes. "It went great. But our bus back home was delayed about five hours from that huge blizzard. You know what Stan did while I'm fucking sitting on the bed fucking staring at him?"

"I'm almost afraid to ask," he blinked.

"He played on his phone. For five fucking hours, Ken. I'm literally poking him, trying to get his attention, and he's playing fucking Angry Birds or some shit," he scowled. "Because that's what he was doing on the bus ride there, even when-" he paused and shook his head briskly, a blush riding his cheeks. "Never mind, but he-"

"Whooaa," he held up his hand with a smirk. "Ya gotta tell me, Ky. Ya can't pass somethin' that made ya red like that up with me and you know it."

Kyle groaned, putting his forehead into his palm and taking a deep breath. "I tried giving him a fucking blowjob on the bus and he pushed me away for his phone."

Kenny stared at him in shock, some deep part of him offended beyond belief for Kyle. "Dude. What the fuck."

"He likes his routine," he sighed. "He planned on playing on his phone once my speech was done and he did. You guys tease me about being OCD about my school stuff but at least when it comes to my home life, I like to expand my horizons now and again, ya know?" he winced.

Ken nodded a little, "Even then yer pretty stable."

"Right," he agreed. "And that goes back to the random party guy, I'm not one for things like that," he shrugged. "I'd rather walk away with nothing than lose my dignity, too in case he's like, 'Dude, I thought you were a chick or something," he rolled his eyes. He pouted while Kenny burst into laughter and crossed his arms. "It isn't funny, it's happened before," he muttered.

"Damn them child-bearin' hips of yours," he teased, poking his hip bone. He snorted at Kyle's unamused face and patted his shoulder. "Ky, I get it," he said. "I really do. The only impulsive thing I've seen ya do was goin' after Stan."

"And even that was months of me plotting every single minute detail," he scoffed. "What a waste of my time..." he looked up at Kenny and sighed. "Were you like that with me? Or was it really impulse when you told me how you felt?"

He shrugged, "Little bit of A, little bit of B. Took about four drinks t' get the courage t' tell ya, but there was some plannin' in there, I swear," he smiled lopsidedly. "But most things I do, I do 'cause why not?"

Kyle stared at him for a bit, smiling softly. "I wish I could be like that," he admitted. "I wish that I didn't need the stability before throwing caution to the wind."

The blonde flicked his arm softly, "Kissin' me was a good start. A very good start," he winked. "But...if ya only want stability first, then I dunno what t' tell ya fer that one," he shrugged.

Kyle took a deep breath, looking at his comforter and shrugging. "Maybe you're the impulsive break I need," he said softly, scraping his finger along a line of stitching. "Because you are stable in my life, just not in that way," he bit his lip. Kenny stared at him in shock, his heart on the verge of palpitating right out of his chest.

He forced himself to speak again, the silence of the room getting to them both in the moment. "What is it...yer wantin', Ky?" he asked quietly.

Kyle's shoulders slumped a bit, refusing to look up at the blonde. "To go back in time," he answered. "And to choose you instead."

The act of breathing suddenly became a chore, Kenny's hands quaking on his lap. Was this just Kyle's broken heart talking? Was this true? Every single possibility was flying through his head at a breakneck speed, a giant lump caught in his throat. Jesus, he was making this hard. He wanted to grab him and throw him down and just live out his fantasies right then and there...God, he wanted to. "I don't know what t' say," he whispered nervously.

Kyle shrugged, "You don't have to say anything...And if I just made us awkward then you can go and I won't blame you."

"I ain't goin' anywhere," he said firmly. He scooted closer to the redhead, placing a finger under his chin and tilting his head up, completely taken aback by the embarrassment and the need hiding in those green eyes. "I ain't gonna answer ya for two months when it comes t' bein' a couple," he repeated, emphasizing it more for himself than Kyle, who looked like he was sinking fast. "But if you wanna be impulsive without stability, I ain't gonna stop ya...'cause god knows I couldn't even if I wanted to."

The two of them stared at each other, completely lost in the moment with nothing but the sound of the air conditioner blowing around them. Every thought came from every angle until they were both drowning in it all. Kyle suddenly broke through the surface, latching their lips together and pressing Kenny down onto the bed, landing on top of him. Kenny moaned softly, letting his hands run up and down Kyle's body, their tongues swirling around each other fluidly. It was a complete rush for the both of them; the unfamiliarity, the hypocrisy, the wonderfully risque feeling of it all. Kyle's hands traced up Kenny's chest, reaching up and cupping his chin. Kenny's own landed on Kyle's ass, squeezing the skin and losing his mind at Kyle's soft moan falling into his mouth.

Kyle pushed his hips down onto the blonde's, Ken arching back up in return. Fingers traced along the unfamiliar bodies, exploring each bump of skin and trace of fine hairs like expert cartographers. Their hips kept pushing down against one another's, heated skin pushing against each other through their jeans and creating such incredible friction it nearly winded the both of them. Kenny's hormones took over his hesitancy, fingers sliding up Kyle's shirt and digging his nails into the boy's slimmed back. Kyle moved his mouth down to the blonde's neck, scraping his teeth against the skin, encouraging his curious wanderings.

"Jesus," Ken whispered as Kyle's lips latched onto his ear, nibbling his lobe and minty breath washing over his face. He gasped openly as Kyle's hands drifted to his waistband, fingering over the button of his jeans.

"I can stop," Kyle said, nipping under his ear.

"Please don't," he begged, his body in complete overdrive from the graceful motions of Kyle's fingers. He nearly cried as Kyle undid his button, feeling his cock trying to poke through as he slowly ripped down the zipper. The back of Kyle's hand brushed over the throbbing skin and Ken was sure he was going to die right then and there. Kyle leaned up a bit, smirking at him with a dark glaze over his eyes that Kenny had no idea could ever exist on the redhead's face. He was completely entranced, his breath hitching as Kyle kissed his lips again before moving down and pecking his cheek, working his way down his neck and torso until-

Kenny's mouth fell open as a warm tongue slid over his cock, tracing up the way and circling around the head. Kyle was nearly thrown over by the completely different musk emanating from Kenny. It was warm, heavy, welcoming. He grasped him with curious fingers, taking a small note that Kenny was bigger than Stan if only by a teeny bit, but damn did the idea of more to work with excite him. He eagerly let his head fall around the skin, looking up as he slowly bobbed his head, watching Kenny for reactions. He didn't need to look much as Kenny let out a long-winded moan and his calloused fingers came to wrap in Kyle's hair. He grinned around his cock, loving the feeling of Kenny pulling on him, silently begging for more. Demanding it. He pressed himself down, swallowing around the thick skin and relishing in the subtle twitches from Kenny's thighs felt under his arms resting atop them.

"Fuck, Kyle," Kenny groaned. Kyle answered with a wanton moan around him, picking up his pace a bit. Kenny was losing his goddamn mind, Kyle's experienced throat taking him in so beautifully. Hell, it could've been the worst blowjob in the world and Kenny probably still would've been on top of a mountain. The mere idea that it was Kyle actually sucking his cock and not just his imagination was beyond his wildest dreams. "Fuck, just like that," he pleaded as Kyle's cheeks hollowed further.

Kyle felt his own dick pressing angrily against his jeans and whimpered, reaching down and quickly undoing his button. He reached up and slicked his hand around Kenny's cock before returning to his own, stroking vigorously as he worked on the blonde. Ken's eyes drifted down and nearly blew his load right then and there at the sight of Kyle jerking himself off to his work. Kenny's fingers tightened in his hair and Kyle moaned loudly to urge him on, stomach jumping with glee as the blonde caught on, rocking his hips up into Kyle's throat.

The redhead was beside himself. This wasn't like with Stan, this was something completely different. He wasn't tasting a fucking condom like the noirette always insisted on, instead he was getting the pure, staunch taste that he'd been craving for so long. He could taste dabbles of precum splashing onto his palate and couldn't help but give that its own noise of pleasure. Kenny was using him, he was urging him, he was begging but demanding all the same. Stan was always so stoic about the whole thing, completely silent until he came. But the sounds Kenny was making was driving Kyle absolutely crazy, making him feel so goddamn wanted and so in control but fucked all the same.

Ken glanced down again through his labored breathing, laughing softly at Kyle's desperate attempts to keep his thrusts going. "This ain't yer first time you've jerked off to me, is it, Kyle?" he drawled saucily. Kyle shuddered at his words, knowing that he couldn't exactly deny it as Kenny's throat slapped against the back of his throat. His eyes were watering, his oxygen depleting rapidly, but he didn't care. He wanted this. He didn't know how badly he needed this. "Aw fuck," Kenny gritted his teeth, his stomach swelling with pleasure way too soon for his liking. But holding off this long with Kyle was a goddamn victory regardless. "Shit, Ky, I'm gonna-" he tried pulling Kyle's head off but the redhead's free hand shoved him away, keeping his lips firmly planted around him. He wanted to taste him. He wanted to feel every bit of what he'd been missing for so damn long.

Kenny's whispers of his name flooded his ears before the blonde arched up further into his mouth, hips jerking erratically as he came into the waiting mouth. Kyle swallowed down around his cock, letting him ride it out with nothing but a few sparse whimpers. His entire mouth was soaked in the salty, not entirely unpleasant taste that he'd been waiting for. Kenny's hips finally sank back onto the bed, his body shaking. Kyle pushed himself down into his stomach, slowly pulling his lips tightly back up over, taking every bit of Kenny with him as he popped off of his cock. He swallowed down the mess, tonguing over some fluid dribbling off the side of his lip. He gave Kenny's head a tiny, final lick and a satisfied sigh before yelping as the blonde suddenly leapt up, shoving him onto his back and switching their positions, shooing Kyle's hands off of himself. He spat into his palm and grasped his dick, thrusting his tongue down into his mouth as he jerked him off rapidly.

Kyle's eyes fluttered, Kenny's practiced hand so rough and so defined that it was nearly too much. It didn't take long before he was panting into the blonde's mouth, brows furrowing. "Oh god," he whimpered into his lips.

"Gonna cum for me?" Kenny growled, biting his lip sharply.

That voice. That voice was penetrating him deeper than he'd ever felt before, feeling it pierce through his reserve so deeply that he almost felt violated. He loved it, he wanted more of it, but he knew that he wasn't going to get it, he was right on his own edge. That damning sultry tone echoed throughout his system, completely nerve-wracking him. "Ken...Ken...shit," he spat as his hips arched up and he orgasmed harder than he had in a damn long time, black nearing the edges of his vision. His body trembled on its descent, his mouth agape and his head falling back. "Fuck," he breathed with a satisfied smile. He creaked open his eyes, finding Kenny staring at him with the widest, happiest grin he'd ever seen on that handsome face. "What?" he teased breathlessly.

"Holy. Shit," he chuckled, leaning his forehead down atop of Kyle's, their heavy breathing falling in time with one another. "That was...the best fucking orgasm...of my life."

Kyle laughed softly, running his hand up his face and through his hair, pecking his lips. "Same," he murmured.

Ken smirked cockily, "You just sayin' that or do ya mean it?"

"Well he never told me that, so I'd assume he means it."

They both shot their heads over at the door, finding a very infuriated looking Stan lingering in the doorway. Kenny and Kyle froze as Stan slowly stepped into Kyle's bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind him, setting his sights on the petrified blonde.

Shit.

A/N: See? Kyle ain't the good guy here either. Naughty naughty boys. Shit's gonna go doowwwnnnn.

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