Author's Note: Special thanks to fallingwthstyle for all of your help the past couples months. Thank yous also go out to Lucenthia, justaturtle (love your name), and Sunny. I hope I didn't forget anyone! And hello to the readers in Guam and Germany
This chapter is based on my junior prom. I play the part of Butters. Yeah, I pretty much Carrie-d prom and almost had to go to the emergency room. And yeah, I rocked junior prom in a tux and almost got kicked out. Whatever.
Title from "Existentialism on Prom Night" by Straylight Run
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Existentialism on Prom Night
Butters closed his eyes as he felt the familiar rise from deep in his stomach. His nails dug sharply into Kenny's back as he fucked himself on top of Kenny, whose head was thrown back against the pillow; his straw blonde hair splayed over the cloth and clung to his sweaty, flushed face. His hips rolled upward erratically to meet Butters' motions but he could hardly stop shaking as he gripped tightly to Butters' hips.
"Ohhhh..." Butters keened as Kenny stroked his member furiously in tandem with his own rocking. "K-Kenny, ohgodharderdon'tstopdon'tsto-fuuuuuuuck!" he cried out as he stilled, body overcome by pure pleasure as he came. Butters gasped as he tried to catch his breath and regain composure, yet Kenny's rock hard cock was making it hard for his nerves to settle. He laughed a little as he saw Kenny's stomach and chest, and even part of his face, splattered with his cum. Yet it was hot; the way he was under him, flushed dark and hair plastered to his face with sweat, with swollen lips and lust blown eyes. His chest heaved and he appeared to be struggling as he sought release. "Fuck me," Butters whispered in his ear as he rolled his body once more.
Kenny shuddered as he flipped Butters over and held his ass up to deepen his thrusts as he pounded into him. He moaned loudly as Butters clenched his muscles, pulling him further and tightening around his arousal.
"Ohh... fuck..." Kenny hissed as he burrowed his head in Butters' shoulder. After a few more deepened thrusts and guttural growls that sent chills down Butters' spine, he stilled and tensed as he came in hot waves that nearly caused Butters to have a second orgasm. The dark blonde captured his lips in a frenzied kiss as he held him tight.
Butters giggled as Kenny finally opened his eyes and pulled his lips away. Their foreheads rested together and Kenny caressed his cheek as he pulled out slowly. Butters squirmed at the feeling of emptiness.
Kenny smiled softly and kissed his nose delicately.
"I can't look at you seriously," Butters giggled, wiping the drying cum streaks off of his cheeks. Kenny popped one of his fingers in his mouth and moaned as he sucked on his digits.
"How bout now?" Butters shrugged his shoulders and laughed as Kenny puffed up his cheeks and widened his eyes ridiculously. "Lee, you realize what we just did, right?"
"Was that... was that our first fuck?"
"Kinda. But it was our first fuck in my room!" Kenny chirruped, "on my bed. Mah comfy bed. D'you know how awesome that is?!" Butters giggled and looked around.
It was, in fact, a comfortable bed. Although it was secondhand it was still plush and soft. Butters had bought the blanket set for Kenny, as a present, and they had finally gotten his bedroom in working order; his dresser, also secondhand, was full of what little clothes he owned. The entire house, however, did seem rather empty because the McCormicks didn't own much to begin with. But Butters knew that over time it would feel more and more like home.
Kenny had only bought the necessities. He was being extremely frugal yet Butters knew Karen had some leeway with certain items; such as the DVD player because he wasn't looking to get cable. She also persuaded him to get Netflix. They didn't have internet yet, Kyle was helping him find the best deal for that.
His room did look nice though. As Stan described, it was very rustic, and Kenny had pinned several of his art pieces on the wall. There was a desk for him to work and he hesitantly bought two desktop computers rather than one, so he would have access to his programs whenever inspiration spiked. He also didn't want Karen stumbling on his porn stash, but he didn't mention that to her. She had just been excited to have her own computer so she could play the Sims games Ruby and Ike played.
"Well, your room has been christened... what about the kitchen. We should totally-" Kenny laughed a little as he laid on his back.
"As tempting as that is I would feel really awkward if Karen walked in on that." Kenny mumbled, then hummed happily as Butters caressed his sides. He squirmed and laughed as the bright blonde began to lap at the spatters of his cum on his chest, then trailed down his stomach. "Lee-eee!" he fell into twitches and began to kick as he poked at his sides, with his head resting near his navel. Butters pressed kisses to his stomach and his fingers danced on the smooth skin of his hip, down his thigh... he smiled and kissed his skin once more before crawling back up him.
"This is how it should be," Butters murmured happily as he nuzzled Kenny's neck. The amber blonde nodded as he ran his hand over Butters' porcelain skin. He shivered as he kneaded the small of his back. "Just us... in a comfy bed... no one to bug us or hurt us or annoy the crap outta us..."
"That's how it's gonna be from now on..." Kenny replied softly smiling as Butters nipped at his finger, "thanks for all your help the past few days..." the smaller boy shrugged as he dragged his fingers over the taut skin of Kenny's chest.
"Well whatd'd you expect? I'd ditch ya? Even Eric helped..."
"Yeah, I'm gonna chill with him sometime up here 'cause... I dunno." Butters smiled and squeezed Kenny's hand.
"You two were really good friends... you still are. I know Kyle and Stan don't really understand it but I do. It's why you and I were best friends too."
"Were?" Kenny asked with a raised eyebrow. "We're not best friends anymore?" Butters blushed and bent Kenny's fingers with his.
"Well, I mean... we're dating now, so..."
"You're still my best friend, Leopold." Butters smiled warmly as he nuzzled his face against Kenny's cheek. "Shit... it's 8:30..." Kenny grumbled as he sat up. The younger boy whined as he held onto his boyfriend tightly. "You have to go get ready with Bebe anyway, right?" Butters sighed heavily and nodded with a pouting lip and puppy eyes. "Hey, I'm off work at 2."
"You're not usually a morning person..." Butters yawned, Kenny grinned as he rolled off the bed and quickly dug in his drawer for a clean pair of boxers. "How many clothes do you have anyway?"
"According to my dresser... three shirts, two pairs of jeans, two pajama pants, three pairs of socks, three boxers, and two hoodies." Butters shook his head and smiled sadly at Kenny, who threw on an old grey t-shirt that once had writing on it yet had faded from washing and age. He was pretty sure he had worn that when he was ten.
"We should go on a shopping spree."
"Thrift shopping, son," Kenny said as he zipped his jeans. Butters sighed heavily and rolled out of the warm, comfortable bed. Their moment was officially ruined because Kenny's body was now fully dressed. Now he couldn't try to convince him to go for a second round. "Hey, Lee?" Kenny asked softly as he held something behind his back. "I swear this wasn't last minute, although it may seem like it. But... close your eyes."
Butters smiled as he did so. He felt soft fabric in his hands and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Now open," Kenny ordered. The sixteen year old crinkled his eyes in curiosity at the shirt in his hands, but as he looked closer he recognized it as Kenny's most worn shirt; a Flogging Molly band tee.
"Huh?" Butters couldn't help but ask. Kenny laughed a little and his cheeks turned a little pink as he shuffled his feet.
"Well, I'm not one for materialistic stuff... and this is my favorite t-shirt... and it's our five month anniversary..." Butters grinned as he held the t-shirt tightly in his hands.
"That is the sweetest thing ever, Ken. I love it... but you didn't let get you anything last week and it was your birthday." Kenny shrugged and Butters scoffed yet smiled anyway. "It smells like you." It did; the familiar cigarette and weed smoke hung on his clothes in a comforting way... but there was also the smell of pure Kenny that he absolutely loved; he never tried to mask how he smelled with cologne. And Butters loved that.
"You don't have to wear it or anything, but..." Butters rolled his eyes and quickly pulled it on over his head, slightly to prove a point. Kenny grinned and tugged on the bottom of the shirt to draw Butters closer, which prompted the shorter of the two to drape his arms over Kenny's shoulders.
"It's like a hug. I'll wear it all the time... but you'll have to wear it sometimes so it still smells like you." Kenny nodded and kissed him chastely. "Do you want me to drop you off? I don't think I'd be able to pick you up but..."
"If you want," Kenny shrugged as he opened the door and lifted Butters' bag over his shoulder. "I don't mind either way... am I picking you up tonight or is Stan or what...?"
"I think we're meeting at Kyle's... your tux is over there, right?" Kenny nodded as he knocked on Karen's door. She quietly mumbled something and Kenny sighed as he opened the door.
"Karen, c'mon, you gotta get up."
"It's too early..." she moaned as she pulled the pillow over her head. Kenny shook his head and laughed as he tip toed up to her. He held his finger to his lips as he approached the bed. Butters covered his mouth and watched in mirth as Kenny's hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her up quickly. She shrieked in fear, then giggled and tried to pull away as he tickled her. "Kenny stoooop!" Karen fought against him, laughing and crying as she kicked in his arms. He looked at her and smiled, then gave her a kiss on the forehead as he finally set her down on the floor. "Why am I awake?"
"Because I'm going to work. Do you want me... or us... to take you to Kyle's or Ruby's... or do you want me to pick you up when I get off?" Karen shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll... Kenny, you can't separate me from my bed. It's like sleeping on a cloud."
"I'll pick you up then..." She shrugged then nodded and hugged Butters before she laid back down in the wrinkled covers. Karen seemed to practically disappear in the lump and Kenny sighed heavily before he turned to his boyfriend, who didn't stop grinning once. "Love you Kar-bear."
"Love you too, now go to work." Kenny rolled his eyes and took Butters' hand as he closed her door and headed down the stairs.
As they drove to the convenience store, they talked about the deep questions and ideas that Kenny somehow thought of whenever they drove. Butters liked that they could still just talk and carry on like two buds hanging out even though they were dating. Although they didn't have as much time together, he knew they were in good shape because they never ran out of things to talk about. Besides, he didn't want to spend so much time with Kenny because he didn't want to turn out like Stan and Kyle, who seemed to bicker almost three times a day. He never wanted to fight with Kenny; they never had once, even in their friendship. And Butters was proud that Stan and Kyle couldn't say the same thing.
"I just think we'd have a lot less stupid people if we didn't have so many fuckin' warning labels. I mean, obviously they're there for a reason... but let people do stupid things. It's de-evolution. We're becoming stupider and stupider because we just depend on people to tell us what to do and not do and where to go. And I mean seriously... why should a bottle of Windex say 'warning: do not drink' it's like seriously... who the hell was stupid enough to try that? Obviously God was trying to lessen the herd of sheeple." Butters smiled and giggled quietly at Kenny, who suddenly grew quiet and looked at him curiously. "What?"
"It's just... funny, the way you talk so much when it's just us... or when we're driving. But in school you're always so quiet. And you never wear your hood around me or Kyle or Stan anymore."
"That's because you guys don't make fun of my voice." Butters tilted his head as he turned onto the highway and headed to Fairplay.
"What d'you mean?" Kenny sighed softly and shrugged his shoulders.
"When we were little... Kevin always said I sounded like a little girl. And then Craig said it in fifth grade when I stopped wearing my hood. That's something not a lot of people know... I thought I mentioned it to you, I hate my voice. That's probably the one thing I truly despise about myself. That and I can't die." Butters felt his heart stammer as he listened to Kenny. "I had the highest voice out of everyone when we were little, even you... I still do. I mean, I hear it... and it might sound different to you and everyone else but... I dunno."
"Kenny, I love your voice." he smiled softly and shrugged his shoulders as he rubbed at his hands. Butters reached over and stopped the habitual scratching. "I've never really noticed that before, but... I guess it is a little higher but you still sound like a guy!" he quickly added when Kenny scowled, "really, you do. Your voice is just really mellow; that's the perfect word for it. You hardly ever raise your voice, and... I dunno, it's nice. There is nothin' wrong with it. Here, take my phone and record yourself saying something. Then you'll hear how you sound." Kenny sighed heavily as Butters' handed him the iPhone.
"Thanks... but that's just one thing that will never change about me. I'm stuck in my ways, lover."
"I don't care, record yourself!" Butters chirruped happily, Kenny rolled his eyes with a sad smile as he opened up the voice recorder and pressed the button, "say whatever you wanna say, hon."
"Uh... I love you, Leopold James Stotch, but this is really fucking weird." Kenny said, then laughed as Butters shoved him. "Hey!" He cried, pouting as he rubbed his arm jokingly.
"I love you too, Kenneth Daniel McCormick." Butters replied warmly. Kenny smiled as he stopped the recording and nervously pressed the play button. As Butters listened with him, he saw Kenny grimace, and he too was surprised to hear how he sounded to the ears of someone else. "Do I really sound like that? I still have that southern accent thing..."
"Karen does too, that's another reason why I wore the hood. I tried to hide mine. But I eventually taught myself how to talk without it even though sometimes when I'm drunk you'll hear it."
"Well, I'd like to hear it sometime, so I'm not so alone!" Kenny smiled and squeezed Butters hand.
They pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store and Kenny pouted as he parked the car. Butters kissed him gently and smiled as their lips moved together in that mesmerizing way that made his knees feel weak. Kenny pecked his lips once more before he pulled away.
"I shall see you at the house of Broflovski?" Kenny asked as he opened the door. Butters nodded.
"I do presume so, at a half skip from 4?"
"Quite so, my dear. But we must part until then. My heart grows heavy at the thought." Butters giggled and Kenny snickered as he bowed. His manager watched through the window, looking slightly amused. "I'll see ya later, love you, Lee!"
"I love you too, I hope work goes fast." Kenny nodded, blew him a kiss, then ran into the store with a smile on his face. Butters thought that was the first time he had ever seen him happy as he went to work. That made him feel good.
He texted his parents and told them he was getting ready for prom at Bebe's and would be home tomorrow, then drove out of the parking lot. He couldn't believe prom had already crept up to them and that he was actually going with Kenny. It was nice, he was excited, and the theme was even better. He was afraid it would be something like the prior year's, which had been Barnyard Hodown (to which he heard the attendants took in an entire different meaning than what had been though of originally), but their theme this year was Afterglow. It was elegant, fun, and it was like something from a Disney movie. He didn't quite understand how they had gotten the name but he liked it nonetheless.
Butters sang along to his radio as he drove into South Park. He was excited and ridiculously happy. Last night and this morning had been great, albeit he was sure he could sleep for a couple more hours. But the time with Kenny and Karen had been nice. Originally, most of their class had been there to help Kenny move in; he held a party afterward. Kevin was there as well, he was the one who brought the alcohol, and being around everyone had been nice. Except it was the best when Kyle and Stan finally left and it was just Kenny and him... Karen too, but she was talking on the phone to Ruby for most of the night. He didn't regret the lack of sleep one bit... he just wanted more.
In fact, as soon as he got to Bebe's house she dragged him to her room and used him as a teddy bear. They cuddled as they slept and he had to admit it felt nice, not as nice as Kenny, in a platonic way. She was like his older sister, or his mother hen; like Kenny, they hung out quite a lot. She felt she could talk to him about subjects that were a little "un-Kenny."
At about 11:00 they woke up from a comfortable nap. Bebe was playing with his hair and he embarrassedly pulled his head from her chest. She smiled at him, shrugged, then sat up.
"Are you excited for tonight?" She asked quietly, Butters nodded; although he was a little nervous. He yawned into his hand and she smiled a little at him, "is that Kenny's shirt?"
"Why?" Bebe laughed as she pulled at the old fabric.
"I never would've guessed I'd see you in a Flogging Molly shirt. And it reeks of Kenny."
"I like his smell, thank you!" Bebe giggled tat his outburst; he laughed as she sniffed him.
"You two are adorable. You're gonna end up married with little clones and it's going to be fucking adorable."
"Clones?"
"You two look really similar, except he's stretched out and you care more about how you look." Butters laughed loudly at that; he supposed she was right. There were differences, but ever since elementary school the three had been known as "the light brigade" due to the fact they had similar features and, of course, had blonde hair. "We should start to get ready..." she mumbled as she stood up.
"Now?" Butters asked in surprise. He didn't think it would take that long to get ready for prom. Bebe sighed, gave him a look, and dragged him up by his hands.
"I'm making you beautiful. Yes," she barked as she led him out of her room and to the bathroom. It appeared to be her bathroom alone; makeup and hair products were strewn everywhere. It smelled like a hair and nail salon mixed; he wrinkled his nose. "If you need to shower, too bad, 'cause I need to do your hair."
Butters sighed heavily as she sat him down on a tall stool she had brought in. "Close your eyes." She ordered, running her hands through his hair. He sighed heavily and did so.
He made a face when she began to snip at his hair, yet he said nothing. He hadn't expected to get a hair cut. Straightening his hair seemed futile, seeing as it was already straight, but she did it anyway. He had never actually taken the time to flat iron his hair; he was thankful it was already the way he wanted it. A little spiky, but he had always dealt with that. He squeaked when she began pulling at his hair and he moved away from her.
"Hold on, I'm teasing it, don't worry."
"Don't make me l-look like P-Pikachu!" He exclaimed, grimacing as he stammered. She laughed and patted his shoulder as she continued to back-comb his hair.
"I won't, promise." Butters covered his nose as she sprayed hair spray all over his head, then combed what she teased, and sprayed once more. "Not done yet..." she murmured, slipping something in his hair. It felt like a headband. She fluffed the back end with her hands and made a contented sound. "Your hair is done, but you can't look until you're dressed."
"But..." he opened his eyes.
"No, Butters! I have work to do," she said with a smile. He made another face and settled back. "Good boy."
"Kenny thinks I'm beautiful just the way I am."
"Well, let's just say you're gonna look like a whole different kind of beautiful to him..." she said with a laugh as she began to dab at his face with something. "This is just cleanser, it'll close your pores, not that they're that bad. What product do you use?"
"Uh... Clearasil. And then I have a mask I do once a week... I also have lotion." Bebe hummed happily as she gently massaged the product over his cheeks and forehead.
"You have the softest skin I've ever felt on a guy..." Butters blushed a little and shrugged his shoulders, "I like it. I'm sure Kenny does too."
"Maybe..." he bit his lip bashfully.
She rinsed off the cleanser and began to dab something else on his face. After a few moments he recognized it as primer. "H-how much makeup are you puttin' on?" He asked nervously.
"Not too much, you have to use this. Now I'm putting on a concealer. Then foundation."
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions, you'll see why."
She continued to rub brushes and liquid foundations on his face, then covered it with a mineral powder she raved about for ten minutes it seemed. His face felt heavy; he had worn makeup before yet this was definitely more than he'd ever thought of putting on his face. He wondered how his acne prone skin was faring under this weight of pore-clogging foundation; he didn't want to think about it.
"Now what're you doing?" he asked as she gently rubbed a brush over his eye.
"Eye shadow, trust me." Butters sighed and rolled his eyes, which earned a gentle hit to the shoulder. She went over his right eye about four times, then turned her attention to the left. He didn't feel so good about this anymore. "You're the one who wanted to go in a dress, remember."
"Because I thought it was pretty in the m-mall," he grumbled, pouting as she rubbed a soft brush over his cheeks.
"Open your eyes and look at me," Butters reluctantly followed her direction and flinched as she held the mascara brush to his eye. "I know what I'm doing, I won't stab you." He slowly let her brush the black mascara over his lashes and she shook her head. "You have beautiful lashes, why do guys have such long eye lashes? It's not fair."
"Kenny has long ones too."
"I know, I've tried to get him to let me do this. He bit me." Butters burst out laughing and Bebe chuckled as she pulled the brush away so it wouldn't smear his face. After a couple more strokes on the bottom lashes, she put it away. "Now some liner..."
"Bebe..." he whined, she hushed him and held up a cream eye liner that actually intrigued him. He had only ever used pencil. Now he was curious. Without a complaint, he let her brush the liner on his eye lids carefully, both upper and lower, and he felt her meet the two lines in a cat eye swoop.
"Now you just need lipstick and gloss... but you're gonna freak."
Butters felt nervous about this. Originally he had thought it was a good idea, or at least Bebe convinced him it was a good idea, because he always imagined wearing a dress to prom. Maybe not homecoming because he didn't really care about that and he was still mortified by the events that happened this year, but he didn't remember a time he hadn't imagined himself dancing in heels and one of the beautiful frilly dresses all the girls got to wear.
"Rub your lips together one more time." Bebe said, smiling as he did so perfectly. "Are your legs shaved?" He nodded, "that's hot..." he blushed a little more and she smirked at him, one that was similar to Kenny's yet more feminine and he felt himself relax; although when Kenny gave him that look he usually ended up sprawled on his back and being viciously and lovingly assaulted by his mouth.
Bebe grabbed his hand and took her to his room once more, where he nervously watched her grab the garment bag from her closet. She unzipped it and handed Butters the dress. It was a long, flowy silver dress with chiffon and diamond studs at the chest.
"We have a problem..." he mumbled, blushing darkly as Bebe helped him into it. "I don't have boobs." Bebe shook her head as she pulled down the bottom layer of the dress. It was the perfect size; not loose but it wasn't constricting either. When he finally put it on the first time, after much persuasion from Wendy, Bebe, and Nichole, he thought he looked absolutely beautiful in it. That was when he was still trying to fight off the urge to throw up... now he had some of his natural curve back. Which, the more he thought about it he wasn't sure if that was natural at all.
"I had it altered, silly. Unless you wanna wear the fake bra I got Kenny when he performed at the pep rally. I dunno if it'd fit though..." Butters looked down at his flat chest and instinctively put his hands there. He grimaced; he kind of liked the feeling of the dress on him.
"Nah... besides, t-those are too big for my body." He giggled as a blush crept on his cheeks again. Bebe smiled at him as she handed him a necklace, pair of earrings, a bracelet, and his tall, sparkly silver high heels. They gave him five more inches of height, which put him at 6'2".
Once he clipped all of the jewelry on and slipped the shoes onto his feet, he turned to Bebe. Her hands were pressed to her mouth and she shook her head.
"Butters..." she trailed off with wide eyes.
"I-is it bad?" Bebe shook her head.
"Look for yourself," she pointed to the body mirror hanging on her door and slowly Butters turned around to catch his reflection. Except the person staring back wasn't him... it couldn't be. Because the person in the mirror looked like a girl. A real girl. A pretty, tall, model-like girl, with a styled pixie cut that looked adorable. There was glitter in the hair... and the face... he shook his head and turned to Bebe.
"Is that... me?" She nodded and Butters squealed in delight as he looked himself over. This is exactly what he had imagined. The silver made him look pale but it was natural and he loved it. He felt, for the first time, truly beautiful. "Do... do you t-think Ken w-will...?"
"You're gonna give him a heart attack... and a hard-on. But he's gonna love it. Though I'm sure he'd love it if you wore a tux too, it doesn't matter, I don't think. I think it's just you," she said with a smile as she rested her head on his shoulder. Butters smiled and squeezed her hand affectionately.
"Bebe... thank you. So much. This is incredible."
"Yeah, and it took an hour and a half... imagine how long this mane is gonna take." She pulled at her sleep-tousled curls and Butters smiled sadly.
"I can help," he offered, "I-I mean it's only fair..."
Bebe took him up on that offer. A she curled her hair and pinned it in a beautiful twist updo, with tendrils hanging down over her face, he picked out several pairs of eye shadows that he thought would look good with her dress. It was lavender, so he found mostly pinks, purples and whites; he did however pair a couple of black and pinks and grey and purples. He also laid out nail polish colors for her, and found her jewelry, dress, and shoes for her.
After about an hour alone for her hair and makeup, she returned in only her bra and panties, and smile at Butters as she approached the bed.
"You look real pretty," he said, she grinned at him and pointed to her current attire. "N-no, I mean... ah geeze..." Bebe giggled and smiled as she saw how flustered he became.
"Relax, thank you," she said genuinely as she unzipped the dress. Butters helped slip it on over her head and fastened the hook and zipped it back up for her. She turned around, adjusted her strapless bra, and Butters gaped.
She wasn't wearing a tight dress, though it hugged her in all the right places. It wasn't all poof and lace and chiffon either; it seemed to be a Grecian style dress, as the satin material fell in tapered layers.
"Bebe, you-you're beautiful," he stammered, looking at her seriously. Butters saw her cheeks heat as she looked away. He knew that look. "Really. You're gonna knock all their socks off."The blonde girl smiled affectionately as she embraced him in a hug.
"Thank you," she whispered quietly in his ear. Bebe then quickly put on her jewelry and shoes.
"Now, see, it's almost 2:00," she pointed to her clock. Butters looked and stared with wide eyes; it was 1:45. Kenny would be off in fifteen minutes; he felt his nerves grow worse. "Wanna do a photoshoot?"
The grin on his face was all she needed to see before she grabbed her camera.
"Kenny, you can't wear Chuck's," Kyle tutted as he fixed his friend's bowtie.
"Why the hell not?" He barked as he began to pull at the tie once more. Kyle rolled his eyes as he tossed him the pair of shoes that came with the rented tux.
"Because, it's against dress code," the blonde rolled his eyes as he struggled to take off the shoes without untying them. Kyle sighed, then turned back to the mirror and smiled.
His hair had actually decided to be tame today, thankfully. The auburn curls appeared as if he made someone spend hours on his hair; that's why the girls were jealous of his hair at school, although he didn't understand why. He wore a white suit with a black vest and a red bow tie. Stan wore the inverted version of his suit; except he was finished getting ready and was now downstairs eating with Ike and Karen. All in all, Kyle thought he looked good; he smiled.
"What made you choose silver?" Kyle asked as he turned to face the blonde, who shrugged.
"Butters told me to so I did." Kenny replied as he checked himself out with a smirk. He was donned in all black except a silver vest and grey bow tie. He hadn't bothered with his hair; he didn't want to gel it like Kyle had and it was always unruly, no matter what he did. Kenny knew he needed a haircut but he couldn't worry about that; Butters seemed to like his hair longer, anyway.
"Well, you look nice."
"Duh," Kenny replied as he stuck out his tongue at Kyle. The redhead rolled his eyes yet did a double-take as something caught his eye. "Dude, is your tongue pierced?" Kenny nodded as he flicked his tongue down, showing off the silver ball in the middle of his tongue.
"I've had it since I was fourteen, same with these," he pointed to his snake bites. "I gotta keep this one in though, it's newer." he pointed to his eyebrow, where a curved barbell went through the top and bottom of his left eyebrow. "Aaaaand I gots two tattoos."
"You are crazy," Kenny shrugged as Kyle smiled, "did getting your tongue pierced hurt?"
"Not really, but I have a really high pain tolerance. It hurts only for a minute though. You should totally do it, Stan'd love it!"
"Oh my God..." the auburn haired boy trailed off with a blush growing on his cheeks.
The sound of feet pounding furiously up the stairs was hard and Karen ran into the room with wide eyes.
"Kenny, Butters is here... you gotta... go..." she trailed off as she shook her head. Worry consumed the blonde and he zipped out of the room with almost inhuman speed. He practically flew down the stairs in a rush and leaped to the front door.
Instead of seeing Butters, however, he saw Bebe, and a tall, familiar girl behind her.
Wait.
Kenny's eyes bugged out as he looked her up and down and shook his head. Of course, he knew those eyes, that face, that bashful smile, body... in a silver dress. Butters was wearing a dress to prom. Butters was... Kenny gulped. Butters was absolutely beautiful. He could practically taste the beauty radiating from him.
"Kenny, are you okay?" Butters asked worriedly. The dark blonde nodded and scratched his neck as he suddenly felt much too hot in his penguin suit. Kenny realized, as he looked at his boyfriend and prom date, he should be in a prom or bridal magazine; he was too gorgeous to be hidden from the camera.
Suddenly he felt very under-dressed and lacking in the good looks department. And as he looked at his boyfriend, he realized, with a slight shock, he was way out of his league.
Embarrassingly enough, when he tried to reply and assure Butters that he was fine, all that came from his vocal chords was a mess of sounds that sounded like he was speaking in fifty different languages. Stan laughed at his sudden fumble and Kyle whistled lowly as he caught sight of Bebe and Butters.
"You are both stunning," he said, shaking his head at Butters, who blushed and looked down at the floor. Bebe lifted his chin, and she murmured a quick thanks. "I'm just curious, Butters... why the dress?"
"I-I saw it and t-thought it'd look good on me. I w-w-wear girls' clothes sometimes. Bebe gives me clothes s-she doesn't want anym-more and... I wear 'em when I'm home alone or..." his eyes shifted to Kenny who swallowed a lump in his throat as they made eye contact. "Kenny, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just wanted it to be a surprise... and... don't be mad." Kenny shook his head and coughed as he tried to laugh.
"Nnnngh," Kenny replied, causing Butters to raise an eyebrow and Stan to snicker.
"I don't think he's mad..." the raven-haired boy murmured. Kenny blushed darker and took a deep breath.
"N-no way..." he choked, taking Butters' hand in his. "I just went through the five stages of grief." Butters frowned.
"Grief?" Kyle slapped his forehead and Kenny nodded.
"For my soul, 'cause I just realized you're way outta my league... God, you're... I don't even wanna touch you 'cause I don't wanna ruin it." Butters rolled his eyes and hugged Kenny tightly, Kenny could smell a warm vanilla perfume on Butters and he smiled weakly. "You're so beautiful."
"So you're okay with goin' to prom with me still?" Kenny scoffed and kissed the top of his head delicately.
"Are you okay goin' with me?" Butters nodded, "then I'm okay goin' with you."
"That's great... but I'm confused. I get that you were Marjorine once and Kenny is technically a Japanese princess and has a complete female alter ego... but... you too?"
"They're the same person," Kyle whispered to Stan, who nodded slowly. Butters sighed heavily and looked to Bebe and Kenny before he locked eyes with Stan.
"W-well... it's never come up real proper or nothin' but... I'm genderqueer." Stan furrowed his eyebrows and looked to Kyle, who smiled knowingly at Butters and nodded.
"How do you identify?" He asked, Butters shrugged.
"Just me I guess... it doesn't really matter. I just don't really see myself... as either gender, I'm kinda like... both? B-but Kenny one night decided my f-female counterpart name would be Lea."
"And mine would be Kendall." Stan gave Kenny a look; the blonde grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Or Princess." Kyle rolled his eyes but couldn't keep from smiling.
"I-I understand if you're confused o-or mad or somethin'. I just... wanted to wear a dress to prom, that's all. 'Cause I thought it was p-pretty." Bebe smiled and nodded while Kenny hooked his arm around his waist. Butters blushed as he gently kissed his cheek and his hand stroked his side comfortingly.
"Well, damn." Stan said, looking at the two blondes in disbelief. "You both make really hot chicks." Kyle looked at him and the raven-haired boy shrugged as he grinned. "You can't say it's not true." The red-haired boy huffed and rolled his eyes. Kenny smirked.
"So, we make hot chicks. What about dudes?" He teased, causing Stan to shrug and nod.
"You're not my type, either of you. But there's no denying that." Kyle hit his head on the wall and Karen giggled. Ike made a face and shuddered as he looked between the four.
"This is the making of a really awkward foursome..." he grumbled, which caused Kenny to bark in laughter as Butters blushed in mild shock. Stan and Kyle both shook their heads and Bebe looked intrigued.
"All I know," Karen said with a smile, "is we need to get pictures. Lots of them." Kenny looked down at Butters who smiled up at him as he curled against his waist. He felt safe in his arms, and he knew that people would talk, but Kenny wouldn't let it get to him. There was too much love, even in this room, for a few nasty comments to bring him down.
"I should probably-" Kenny grabbed Bebe's hand and shook his head. She blushed as he pulled her against his other side, with his hand secured around her waist as well.
"You're not goin' anywhere, B. You're walkin' down with us." Her eyes widened.
"You mean, the four of you, right?" Kenny shook his head.
"With us," he pointed between him and Butters, "I wouldn't have it any other way. I mean, you got silver stuff on, and purple goes with silver and black." The blonde girl smiled happily and Kenny rubbed the small of her back reassuringly.
"Yeah," Butters chirped warmly as he took her hand, "I wouldn't look like t-this if it weren't for you."
"Plus I'd look like a badass pimp." Both Bebe and Butters hit him lightly and he grinned at Kyle and Stan, who just grinned at him.
They were all the talk of the parents who showed up for pictures at the school, Stan and Kyle included. Most were shocked to see an openly same-sex couple go to prom with each other; albeit some thought they were just best friends. They all stood in line, in alphabetical order; Marsh and McCormick were the names the five went under so they could generally walk down the "red carpet" for parent pictures at the same time.
"Stanley Randal Terrance Marsh and his... date, Kyle Malachi Broflovski." The two skipped down the aisle, arms locked and stopped for a funny pose in front of the journalism department's camera crew. Then Stan took his hand as they posed for regular pictures, which caused quiet murmurs in the gathering of parental units. He kissed Kyle's cheek for the final picture, causing the redhead to blush profusely, and then they skipped out to the rented limousines.
"Next we have Kenneth Daniel Aidan McCormick with his date... Leopold James Zachariah Stotch..." Kenny squeezed Butters hand and held tighter to Bebe who looked at him nervously. He smiled down at both of them and led them down the carpet, with his hands around both of their backs. "And... Bebe Renee Bernadette Stevens...?" Kenny nodded at the board director and hugged them on either side of him as they smiled for pictures. He felt Butters curl in closer to him, and he noticed the parents all talking and looking at the smaller blonde boy.
Kenny smirked as he realized only a few parents took pictures and, for show, leaned down and kissed Butters deeply. Butters looked surprised, but fell into the short kiss and looked slightly upset when he pulled away. He then leaned down to Bebe and kissed her softly as they walked out of the school.
"Kenny, what the hell was that?" Bebe growled, touching her lips. He shrugged his shoulders and turned to Butters, who peered curiously at him.
"It just felt right," he replied, Butters nodded and smiled at him to reassure him that he understood. The limo driver opened the door for them, and Stan poked his head out the window.
"Dude, did you do that?!" He asked, Kenny nodded and shrugged his shoulders, letting both Bebe and Butters in the limousine before he himself entered. Kyle shook his head as he sat down on the large couch in between both of his dates. He checked the bar and grimaced when seeing only pop.
"I checked too," Kyle rolled his eyes yet settled comfortably against his fiancee.
"I just... they were so judgy," Kenny grumbled, looking out at the school, "like... who gives a fuck what you wear to prom? Or that you've got two gorgeous dates. Not me."
Kyle groaned when Cartman climbed in with Wendy, who looked a little embarrassed when she saw Stan gawking.
"Really?" Bebe grumbled, Kenny rubbed her knee conspicuously. Wendy sighed heavily and shrugged her shoulders.
"Ey! at least she's not desperate enough to go with a couple of faggots!" Cartman growled. Kenny rolled his eyes and kicked his knee. "Besides, I thought you were the girl," he said to Kenny, whose face reddened.
"Eric," Wendy warned, sending Kenny an apologetic look as she slapped his arm lightly. Butters whimpered a little and Kenny stroked his hand gently as he grabbed a couple of cans of soda; one for Butters and one for Bebe.
"So... are you like... dating?" Stan asked Wendy; both of them shook their heads.
"I owe him one," she replied, pulling her hand away from his with a blush. Carman rolled his eyes and grabbed two cans of Mountain Dew. Wendy reached for the second one yet he recoiled.
"Bitch, get your own." She rolled her eyes and did so, as she kicked him.
"Butters, you look really pretty," Wendy said with a smile. He returned the gesture faintly as he tried to hide in Kenny's embrace.
"T-t-thank you."
"So... do you know where post prom is?"
"Some activity center arcade thing. They have paintball, go-karts, laser tag, and bowling so I'm not complaining." Bebe nodded and sighed softly as she glanced at Wendy, who was talking animatedly to Cartman who actually looked interested in what she was saying.
"Bebeeeeee," Kenny waved his hand in front of her and smiled sadly. She rolled her eyes and he pouted his lip, "Don't be sad."
"He will tickle." Butters warned, yelping as Kenny did just that. Kyle laughed and Stan watched with amused eyes as the two boys play fought against each other. It all ended, however, when Butters captured Kenny's bottom lip in between his own and pulled him into a kiss with a smile.
"Jesus Christ..." Cartman grumbled, throwing an empty Moutnain Dew can at them. Kenny kicked it away as he placed his hand on Butters waist and massaged their lips slowly together. Butters giggled as Kenny squirmed under his now tickling hands, and yelped in alarm as Bebe grabbed his wrists and pinned him so Butters could win the tickle war.
"NO!" Kenny screamed, laughing hilariously as he kicked and flailed violently.
"I win!" Butters chirped, smiling down at him as his chest heaved violently as he twitched and scrunched his nose. Kenny smiled up at him, still pinned by both Bebe and Butters, who straddled him, and struggled against Bebe so he could hold Butters' hand.
"Lame!" Kenny grunted as her grip tightened. Butters smiled down at him and Stan couldn't help but watch. "Lee, Bebe, c'mon..." he grumbled.
"Okay, let 'im go," Bebe dropped his wrists and Kenny pouted at Butters, who grinned as he whispered only for him to hear, "we'll continue this later."
Kenny smirked as he sat up and wrapped his arms around Butters' back.
They arrived at the auditorium they rented out for their prom. Apparently they juniors deemed it appropriate to have their prom as far away from South Park High School as possible. As they entered the dining hall, they realized the tables were set for eight people; they currently had seven; Cartman sat closest to the food, Wendy next to Stan, then Kyle, Butters, Kenny, and Bebe.
The seat remained empty as they ate and Kenny held Bebe's hand. She smiled weakly at him and looked to Wendy, who seemed distracted with Cartman to even notice her. The blonde girl sighed and Kyle peered at Kenny curiously.
Kyle was distraught there was no vegetarian option for dinner, so Stan and Kenny split his chicken parmesan. They talked and joked around as they usually did at the lunch table. Much to their surprise, Wendy and Bebe laughed and even joined in on their inappropriate jokes; they never really sat with the girls and Kenny always wondered how their conversations went.
"Wanna know something disgusting?" Bebe said as she twirled her sauteed vegetables around. Everyone looked at her, "If Kyle didn't end up with Stan, I always thought you and Cartman had this incredible amount of sexual tens-"
"Oh God!" Kyle cried in disgust, looking horrified at Cartman, who appeared rather ill.
"Bitch, I lost my appetite."
"I can't be the only one," she glanced to Kenny, who peered at the two.
"Nah, I totally could see it. I mean, Eric, how many years did you want Kyle to suck your balls?" Cartman's face was red and Kenny grinned as he pushed his plate away. Stan looked rather nauseous as well, and a bit overprotective as he put his arm over Kyle's shoulder.
"Hey, do you remember when you were in love with Kyle?" Wendy as Bebe, who blushed a little. Kenny grinned.
"That's just 'cause he has a nice ass." Bebe replied, Stan beamed.
"Well, duh, it's like his greatest asset." Kenny replied with a smirk, causing Kyle's eyes to narrow, "I mean, his mind. Stan has a nice ass too."
"Dude!" Stan cried, causing Butters to giggle; he knew Kenny was just teasing. Bebe made a face and shrugged.
"Ehh..." she waved her hand a little and made a face, "Butters' is better than Stan's."
"Butters has the best ass at this table," Kenny said with a grin, causing Cartman to roll his eyes; but even he was smiling a little bit.
"Nuh-uh, have you seen yours in skinny jeans?" Butters asked him, causing Stan to snicker. Kenny blushed a little and Bebe nodded.
"He has a valid point."
"I have no ass!" Kenny countered, "it's like... nothing." Butters shook his head and Kenny jumped when he felt his hand venture into his back pocket. He squirmed uncomfortably and Butters recognized the face he made. Kyle looked at the blonde curiously.
"You so have an ass," Stan said which caused the redhead to gawk in shock. "Hey, I've probably seen him naked more than you."
"Oh-ho!" Cartman cried as he grinned at what he thought was a great burn. Wendy laughed at little as she grabbed his arm.
"Riiiight," Kyle chided, giving Stan a look.
"Kyle's ass is the best though," the black-haired boy countered. He patted Kyle's shoulder and kissed his temple as the auburn-haired boy blushed darkly.
"Well his is the best 'cause it's so... round."
"Kenny!" Kyle gasped, yet Stan laughed and nodded.
"It's like..." he held up his hands and made two large circles in the air. Butters snorted and choked on his water, and Kenny had to pat his back a little. Stan leaned back in his chair as he laughed and Bebe had tears running down her face as she fell into hysterical giggles. "But... but Stan's is like, all tight and muscular... he could crack a nut with that thing." It was Kyle's turn to laugh as Stan's face fell. Butters was looking at Kenny with bright eyes as he calmed his laughter. Cartman grimaced yet Kenny recognized he was trying to maintain a poker face.
"You are waaaay too observant on asses," Wendy said. Kenny smirked.
"Yours jiggles when you walk, 'cause you swing your hips." Wendy blushed and Cartman glared at Kenny. Bebe chuckled a little at his comment, "yours tightens when you're excited."
"Hey!" She cried, smacking him a little. Kenny's eyes flickered to Butters, who looked at him uneasily.
"You, Buttercup... have the perkiest ass I've ever seen. It's not all globular like Kyle's-"
"Did he just say I have a fat ass?" Kyle asked Stan, who shook his head.
"No, he said you have a ghetto booty." Kyle hit Stan, who cackled happily.
"That's the same thing!" Stan grinned.
"Perky?" Butters asked, Kenny nodded.
"And responsive."
Cartman hit his head on the table and Butters smiled knowingly as he scooted closer to Kenny.
"And soft, very soft... lots of curve... easy to bite..."
"Calm down there, buddy," Stan said as Kenny cleared his throat and shuddered as his train of thought moved south. Butters squeezed his thigh under the table and Kenny stiffened slightly.
"Well, your butt is beautiful." Butters said, causing Kenny to give him a blank look. That's not exactly the way he was supposed to start vocal foreplay. "It's heart-shaped. Not too round and it's just like... always teasing me when you stand in front of me. And it's soft... but muscular too, plus you do that little dance and-" Kenny's cheeks flamed and Stan looked at him with mirth in his eyes.
"What dance?!" Kyle asked in his laugh. Kenny entertained himself with his drink.
"Not dirty or nothin' he... he just... when he's excited he'll do a little dance! Or jokin' around or somethin'." Kenny sighed and looked around the room when he felt all of their eyes on him.
"Is it twerking?" Bebe asked, Kenny scoffed and shook his head.
"Fuck that, it's booty poppin'." Both girls laughed and Kenny shrugged.
"I'll pay you like ten dollars to do it tonight, I have to see that." Kyle turned to Stan, who shrugged at his incredulous look, "not like that. He messes around in the locker room. Remember when you pole danced after we won that game?" Kenny nodded and Butters eyes lit up in interest.
"You know how to pole dance?" Wendy asked in shock, Kenny nodded.
"I was a stripper." Cartman gawked and narrowed his eyes at Kenny. "Lee, are you hungry? I can't eat anymore." Butters shook his head and Kenny handed his plate to Stan. It was quickly taken by Cartman, although the black-haired boy seemed eager for more food. "By the way, Cartman's ass would be a great ass for twerking."
"EY!" He shouted, causing most of the tables to look over at them. He slammed his fists down on the table and Kenny grinned as Kyle fell on the floor laughing. Stan knelt down and pulled him up.
"Question," Wendy said, looking at the four boys as they righted themselves. Butters carefully wiped at his eyes; he had tears from laughing so hard. "I'm just curious..."
"No, we've never had a fourway. Yes, I'd be interested." Kenny said calmly, trying his best not to laugh as the boys opposite of them lost color in their faces.
"N-no..." Wendy blushed and Butters laughed against his neck. "Seeing as how you've checked them all out, who would you date if you weren't with Butters?" Kenny furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the blonde, who thankfully didn't look jealous or worried.
"Bebe," Kenny answered truthfully, causing the blondes next to him to perk. "There is no way you could separate Style. Buuuut I'd probably date Kyle because Stan and I have too much of a bromance goin' on. You're hot, dude, don't get me wrong. I just think we'd be more of a joking around fling kinda thing. But Kyle would get annoyed with me probably 'cause he already put up with me for like five months and towards the end he was violent."
"I toss and turn in my sleep!"
"Violent." Kenny grumbled. "Plus Stan and I are both dominant people, not that you two aren't, trust me I know you both are, but half the time we compete against each other. So, we'd have issues."
"Issues?" Kyle asked curiously.
"Who tops and who bottoms," Butters said dismissively, Kenny nodded. Stan peered at Kenny curiously. "Kenny doesn't bottom."
"This is way more information than I needed to know." Cartman groaned in annoyance, yet Wendy hushed him. She and Bebe seemed to be enjoying this.
"I don't always bottom," Kyle said, "we trade-off." Stan nodded but watched Kenny grow more and more uncomfortable as Kyle spoke.
"Well it's a good thing we're both happy then, eh?" He said, smiling at Butters, who rubbed Kenny's knee affectionately.
"Very happy," Butters mused, squeezing Kenny's neck.
When everyone finished eating dinner and dessert they were taken to the center of the arena, where they would be dancing. The decorations were crystal white and snow blue over black and silver backdrops and curtains. There was a large chandelier in the center of the dance floor, and several lights and fog machines were set up. It was elegant, almost icy, and Butters was dressed perfectly for the night.
The DJ began playing stereotypical pop music and Wendy dragged Cartman to the dance floor. Stan and Kyle were talking as they watched everyone dance and Kenny looked to Butters. He looked a little nervous and jumped when Kenny started walking out onto the dance floor.
"Ken... what...?"
"Wanna dance? I wanna dance." Kyle grinned as Kenny skipped onto the floor with Butters and they disappeared into the mess of people trying to grind and twerk and do whatever they thought looked cool.
"Would you have dated Kenny?" Kyle asked; he was genuinely curious. Stan shook his head.
"Honestly, he's hot. But like he said I'd probably just fool around with him a bit. What about you and Butters?"
"He's like... my brother. He is attractive, but I'm not attracted to him." Stan nodded. "We... we used to kiss and stuff..." Kyle confessed. Stan's eyes widened. "When... when you and I weren't... anything and he knew I liked you and I knew he liked Kenny but... we'd sometimes kiss, it never meant anything 'cause we would see who we wanted to see rather than each other."
"Was he good?" Kyle nodded, "that's kinda hot, actually. I get it..."
"Did you and Kenny ever...?" Stan shook his head.
"Nope, but I'm not gonna lie and say I've never been curious."
"That makes two of us..." Kyle admitted, Stan laughed softly and held his fiancee's hand tightly. "I'd never act on it though."
"I'd let you, 'cause I dunno... it's Kenny."
"Well, if it ever happens in truth or dare or something... I wouldn't care if you did either."
"I could never date him... is it... bad that he doesn't bottom?" Stan asked, Kyle shrugged his shoulders.
"Stan... you have to understand why he wouldn't. You saw how bad he was that night, right? There's probably scarring from that as well as surgery and he's of course not comfortable with it... and then he's probably self-conscious. Did you see how he freaked out when Butters grabbed him?"
"We should dance," Kyle suggested with a smile as he led him onto the dance floor.
"We have a request!" The DJ said, "from Bebe Stevens to Kenny McCmormick." Stan and Kyle looked at each other, trying not to laugh.
The opening to "Ass Like That" by Eminem began to play over the speakers and Kyle had to hold on to Stan as he howled with laughter. They found Kenny and Butters laughing as Bebe ran up to them with a smug grin.
"Stripper dance, boy!" She shouted, Kenny laughed as he held Butters from behind, who looked up at him with his head rested on his chest.
"In front of everyone?!" He yelled over the bass, she nodded and Butters laughed as he pulled away from him. The shorter boy pushed him gently and Kenny shook his head as he flipped off Bebe. "D'you want me to strip?"
"If you want!" The girl shouted back. Kyle rested his head on Stan's chest as he watched Kenny tell people to move.
Butters covered his mouth as he watched Kenny roll his body in a way that made him believe Kenny truly had no spine. It was similar to how Channing Tatum danced in "Magic Mike"; he had watched that movie with Kyle. Stan and Kyle both let out shocked laughs as he rolled his hips tauntingly toward Butters while he lowered himself to the ground. The black-hired boy swallowed dryly as Kenny popped his ass in the air as he crawled on the floor. He pounded his hips roughly, sensually, and Butters felt his knees buckle slightly.
It was like watching a strip-tease without removing any clothes. Butters' face had reddened as Kenny moved in perfectly mastered moves no one expected him to have. He flipped over on his back and gyrated his body tantalizingly; Butters wasn't the only weak-kneed person.
Kenny's eyes were closed as he moved to the music. He liked dancing and when he did he could feel the rhythm, see the notes, and he moved with them. Kenny couldn't help himself as he smiled when Butters squeaked. He twerked his ass and popped his hips quickly, making it appear his entire backside was vibrating; that had been his specialty.
Everyone around, who had been watching, cheered when the song ended. Bebe laughed as he went to stand by Butters who was having a hard time breathing.
"Shit..." Stan said with wide eyes. Butters pulled Kenny in to a fierce kiss; he didn't care if his lipstick smeared. He wanted to feel Kenny. It would be criminal for him not to after that.
Their kiss left Kenny tingling and breathless with pink lipstick smudged on his lips.
"You have to do that more," Butters purred to him. Kenny smiled as he gently rubbed his sides.
"That was hot. I can actually say I've never seen an ass like that..." Bebe teased; Kenny grinned and Kyle smiled when he spotted him holding Butters tightly to him.
"And that's how we paid our bills three years ago," the blonde chirped as he swayed slowly behind Butters.
"I understand now..." Kyle teased; Kenny smirked. Butters latched onto him and smiled as the dark blonde caressed the exposed skin on his back.
"Lee," Kenny whispered, "you really are beautiful," Butters smiled and turned around to face Kenny. "Dance with me."Stan watched as they began to dance, jokingly at first, but then held each other closer than any of the other couples. Bebe watched them with a sad smile.
"Hey," Kyle said, drawing the blonde girl from her reverie. "Are you okay?" She nodded.
"I just... want what they have. I have to let go..." she smiled as Kyle hugged her tightly. Stan grimaced when he heard her words; he had a feeling she meant that in several ways.
"Of what?" he had to ask; Kyle just gave him a look.
"You're gonna find someone. Don't look at what could have been. Look at what will be." Bebe's lips curled in a warm smile at the redhead's words. As they pulled away, Bebe felt someone tap her shoulder. She caught Stan's confused look and turned to find a black haired girl, several inches taller than her, in a tight red dress that showed way too much cleavage.
"Hey," Bebe looked at the senior, who she recognized as Ellie Graham, known to most as Porsche from Raisins. "Do you like... wanna dance with me?" The blonde girl blinked a couple of times, then looked between Kyle and Stan, who looked confused and a little shocked. Her eyes then settled on Kenny, who smiled at her as he danced slowly with Butters nuzzled on his shoulder. He gave a nod and winked.
"I'd love that," Bebe said, taking her hand in hers as they walked to the dance floor.
Butters looked up at Kenny questioningly and smiled as the dark blonde pressed his lips tenderly against his.
"Unlimited pizza. I am in heaven," Stan said as he carried a plate of four slices of pepperoni pizza.
"Dammit, pepperoni makes you fart more than Cartman eating chipotle!" Kenny made a face at Butters, who giggled, upon hearing Kyle's exclamation and pulled him ahead of the couple. Stan, in retaliation, took a huge bite out of the pizza.
"We should go-kart!" Kenny chirped excitedly, then jumped a little in excitement. Butters smiled at his energy. He would ask to go in the same kart as Kenny as he was scared and had never go-karted in his ife.
"Kay, and laser-tag." Stan replied through a mouthful of food. Kenny took a pepperoni off of one of the pizzas and popped it in his mouth. Butters, on the other hand, took an entire slice and smiled innocently at Stan as he chowed down happily.
"There's a whole pizza buffet back there..." Kyle rolled his eyes at Stan's whine. Butters just smiled innocently at the black-haired boy, who attacked another piece of pizza.
Butters felt Kenny's hand slink into the back pocket of his jeans and he laughed a little. After prom they had all changed into normal clothes, except Kyle didn't think seeing Butters wear Kenny's old Flogging Molly shirt was "normal". He still wore the makeup though, although some had smeared so he had washed away the smudges.
Kenny wore a pair of tattered jeans and his signature grey hoodie but Butters thought he looked sexy in it; except he now wanted to get him another pair of skinny jeans.
They walked into the go-kart arena and groaned impatiently at the long line. Kenny, however, howled with laughter. He pointed out onto the track and gripped onto the rail as he tried not to fall.
Cartman and Wendy were standing outside of their karts in the midst of a screaming match that had made the fat boy's face redder than Kyle's hair. Wendy was clutching her shoulder as if she had hurt it.
"I will murder you, bitch!" Cartman shouted, Kyle rolled his eyes as he chuckled.
"You about did, asshole!" She snapped, the attendant was busy trying to pull their karts apart. Hers was halfway out of the track, connected to Cartman's.
"Just think of all that force hitting her..." Stan mumbled. Butters stifled his laugh on Kenny's arm.
In the end Wendy had a large welt from the seat belt and a bruise forming on her neck from the impact. Her hair was windblown and tangled as the go-kart track manager looked her over. She shoved Cartman before she walked off of the track, holding her shoulder. Stan ran up to her, with Kyle following quickly behind.
They fussed over her and she let Kyle look over her shoulder and neck. Kenny smiled sadly at her as Cartman, of course, won the race.
"You should ice that, other than that you'll be fine." Kyle said sincerely. Wendy sighed heavily and hugged Stan as she looked toward the redhead.
"It's fucking post-prom, I'm not wasting my time icing an injury." Kyle shrugged, then nodded.
"Then guilt trip Cartman," he suggested excitedly in a whisper that only they could hear. She looked at him curiously, "he likes you. Make him feel bad, make him do whatever you want by laying it on thick about your shoulder."
As soon as he loudly approached them, boasting about his "triumphant" win, Wendy began to roll her shoulder and whimper. She even laid on fake tears. Kenny and Butters watched the change in Cartman with mirth in their eyes. Stan cringed as he put an arm around her and she ordered him to get her a drink.
It took nearly a half an hour for them to go-kart. Stan and Kyle chose separate karts, both wanted to drive, but Butters sat in the passenger seat of Kenny's kart. Cartman joined them as well, and was pushing the back of Kenny and Butter's kart. Kenny flipped him off.
They went around the track seven times, all of them practically head to head as they fought against each other. Butters looked scared but was laughing as Kenny slammed into Cartman, pushing him behind. Swear words streamed from his mouth as they passed and caught up to Kyle and Stan who were bumping into each others' sides. Unlike how Kenny and Cartman had been, they were laughing.
"Are you okay?" Kenny asked Butters, who had tears streaming down his face. He grinnned, however, and subdued his laughter.
"This is awesome!" he exclaimed, but squeaked when Kenny rammed them both from behind. They turned in synchronized movements and smirked at him as the two blondes grinned.
"Move, assholes!" Kenny cried, ramming them again.
"No!" Stan shouted, crashing into Kyle so Kenny couldn't pass. Kyle pushed against him and Butters squeezed his eyes shut as they all turned the corner together. Stan had pinned Kyle's kart against the wall and Kenny and Butters both let out a victorious laugh as they passed, only to be knocked out of the way moments later by Kyle. They spun out and Butters squeezed his eyes shut again as Kenny hit the wall.
"FUCK YOU BROFLOVSKI!" Kenny shouted as both Cartman and Stan passed.
Kyle won first, followed by Cartman, who claimed Kyle Jew-ed him out of first, then Stan in third, and Kenny in fourth after trying to knock Stan out of the track completely.
"Rematch?" Butters asked, Stan smiled smugly at Kenny as he shook his head. Kenny growled and stuck out his tongue in retaliation; he exclaimed in surprise when Butters enclosed his mouth around the muscle and sucked softly. Kenny swayed and latched onto Stan's shoulder as he nearly lost his footing. Butters laughed at Kenny's now flushed cheeks and kissed his neck. "You still won in my eyes, 'cause Stan's a big meanie butt and Kyle and Cartman don't count."
"Ey!" the chubby brunette grunted as they walked to laser tag. "I won twice, Butterballs!"
They suited up in their laser tag gear; it was Kenny and Butters vs. Kyle and Stan vs. Cartman and Wendy. Of course it was free for all, rather than teams yet that's how they decided to divide. Kenny hung low with Butters and told him how to watch for other players. They quickly darted up to the top of a "watchtower" and Kenny looked around curiously when he kept getting shot. He tagged Stan a couple of times when seeing him shoot at him, and Butters managed to spot Wendy and Cartman from below.
When their was rapid fire against Kenny with no one else around, his eyes narrowed on to Butters, who he caught shooting at his target. The bright blonde smiled innocently at his boyfriend, who glowered.
"Have you been shootin' me the whole time?"
"...yes." Butters admitted, laughing as Kenny shot him once and pinned him to the wall. Guns forgotten, Butters was cornered, hands above his head, and legs around Kenny's waist.
"That's not cool," Kenny pouted, his eyes bored into Butters' as if they were communicating through gazes. The smaller boy smiled sheepishly and kissed him chastely, hoping that would suffice for "making it up" to Kenny.
The taller boy shouted in aggravation when his back was being shot at. He spun around and fired back against Kyle and Stan, then turned to Butters who shot him in the stomach.
"Dude!" He cried in anguish as his three best friends laughed hysterically at the ambush. "You all hate me!"
"You're just an easy target," Stan replied, running from Kenny's fire.
The game ended with Butters winning and Kenny once again at dead last. He didn't mind though; he was having fun. It was nice to actually just hang out with all of his friends like they were younger again. They hadn't had the time to just chill and play in arcades or anything in years. He wasn't the only one under stress, he understood that. Kyle seemed to be enjoying himself more than the others as well.
Stan dragged Kyle to the pizza buffet again. Kenny followed and Butters went to get a drink. He came back, bare foot and jumping up and down in excitement.
"We should go bowling! I love bowling! I'm not good at it... c'mon, us four? Or Eric and Wendy or whoever could join too!" Stan shrugged as he devoured his sixth piece of pizza that night and Kyle nodded while he nibbled on the crusts he abandoned.
Butters squeaked happily and ran back to get bowling shoes for them. Kenny shook his head at his energy; it was going on one in the morning and he was starting to grow tired. He poured himself Mountain Dew from the open tab and guzzled down two cups before noticing Butters hadn't returned.
All of them were barefooted as they waited for him to bring them shoes. Kenny sighed and set his drink next to Kyle.
"I'll be back," Kenny said, walking in the direction of the bowling alley. He could hear pins being knocked over and quite a few people laughing and talking as they played. Some shouted obscenities back and forth at each other yet that was expected. "Lee, what're you doing?" he asked when he spotted Butters standing still with his foot raised slightly from the ground. Four pairs of shoes were abandoned on the floor. "Lee?"
"C-can you help me?" Butters asked as he slowly turned on one foot. Kenny looked down and his stomach swam as a pool of blood had begun to form under his foot.
"Wha...?" Kenny asked. He grabbed a couple of napkins from the empty bar and bent down to his foot as he lifted it. Butters hissed sharply as Kenny ran over the cut. He looked down to the floor and found the assaulter; a rather large chunk of glass. "Shit, you're bleeding pretty bad."
"W-will I need stitches?" Butters asked weakly. He sounded worried and Kenny looked up to see tears forming in his eyes.
"No, no... you should be fine. Token!" Kenny shouted to the boy nearest to them, who had just bowled a strike. He lowered his raised arms when seeing Kenny tending to Butters' foot. "I need help!" The dark-skinned boy hurried over and his cheeks puffed in repulsion when seeing the pool of dark blood on the floor.
"What happened?!"
"I-I stepped on glass..." Butters whimpered, "it hurts."
"I know, baby..." Kenny murmured, instinctively using an endearment; Token couldn't help but smile, "Token, can you get like... one of our supervisors or whoever is supposed to be in charge? Like a manager of this place? I need a first-aid kit." Token nodded and started running, "oh, and can you tell Stan or Kyle to get over here too?"
People started looking in curiosity. They quickly turned back to their games when they spotted Kenny applying pressure to his foot.
"Who leaves glass on the floor...?" Butters asked as Kenny stood up straight.
"Dumbasses, okay, Lee... you're gonna put your leg on this bar, okay?" Kenny asked, then lifted him bridal style to sit on one of the leather bar stools. He lowered his leg onto the bar. Blood fell in drops onto the lacquered counter top and Kenny wrinkled his nose. It hadn't stopped bleeding and he had soaked through the napkins he had used. He grabbed another handful and pressed them tightly to the wound. Butters jerked sharply and sniffled. "Don't cry, honey... you're gonna be okay, alright? You're not gonna get stitches. I'm gonna fix you right up." Kenny assured, kissing his toes for good measure. Butters laughed through his tears and scrunched his toes.
"Kay..."
"They don't have a first-aid kit..." Token trailed off as he returned, "but I got duct tape." Kenny groaned in annoyance, not at Token, as he held up the roll of silver tape. Butters looked at him, he appeared rather pale, and Kenny sighed heavily.
"Duct tape fixes everything," Kenny grumbled, "McCormick House Lesson," he tried to joke as he pulled away the napkin. He was bleeding less than before, which was a relief. He grabbed three napkins and folded them, then wrapped duct tape tightly around his foot. "Too tight?" Butters shook his head and Kenny wrapped it once more. He pulled at the tape with his teeth and patted down the tape. "Thanks, Token!"
"Are you sure you don't need stitches?" Butters shook his head and looked to Kenny, who grimaced.
"I'll check on it in like twenty minutes, it's not bleedin' so bad, so..." the dark blonde answered as he dabbed at the blood on the floor. He picked up the bloody piece of glass and grimaced. "We should save that." Token nodded as Kyle and Stan halted next to him.
"What happened?" the redhead asked. Butters wiped his eyes and examined the piece of glass.
"I-I stepped on glass. I shoulda watched where I was w-walkin'," Butters murmured, "if... if I gotta go to the h-hospital my dad's gonna be r-real upset a-a-and-"
"Hey now," Kenny scolded gently as he brushed his bangs from his eyes. Butters looked to the floor yet Kenny lifted his chin, "that's not your fault, they should've cleaned the floor. I bet you could sue or somethin' if you need to get stitches or have to go in to the hospital. Your dad shouldn't be mad." Kenny knew he was talking about Stephen Stotch and he wasn't quite sure if his father had any other emotions besides "angry".
"Yeah, especially if you have to go to the hospital. I hope you don't though," Kyle said, then looked at Kenny strangely, "duct tape?"
"That's all they had!" Kenny defended; his cheeks had turned red in embarrassment. "Token asked for a first-aid kit." The tall boy next to him nodded and smiled sadly at Butters, who pulled his leg off of the table and hugged himself.
"Th-thanks for all your help," Butters said to Kenny and Token. Both of them scoffed and Token clapped him on the shoulder.
"I hope your foot feels better, dude," Token said before he returned to his game with Clyde, Nichole, Red, Craig, and Tweek.
By the time the manager and sponsors came around Butters' foot had practically stopped bleeding. He was given a couple of band-aids and after Kenny washed the cut and put the bandages on he kissed his foot. He limped as he walked, mainly because he walked on the side of his foot or his heel, and after awhile he decided to simply stay seated rather than walk around.
They ended up go-karting a few more times though; he and Kenny finally won a race. They waited for Stan and Kyle at laser-tag; Butters told Kenny he could play yet the older boy remained at his side and constantly checked his foot.
By 4:30 in the morning Kyle was slumped over on Stan, half-asleep, Butters had passed out on Kenny's lap, and Stan and Kenny were talking to each other, half delirious. Cartman and Wendy had joined them as they sat on the floor, and eventually so did Bebe and Ellie, who were holding hands.
"-but if we had Kyle we'd have the brains too. So ditch Cartman." Kenny said.
"Ey!"
"Well, he'd be our food source if necessary!"
"EY!"
Stan and Kenny snickered as Cartman shouted angrily at them. Wendy groaned and laid her head on his chest as she burrowed away from the light. Bebe rested her head on Ellie's.
"Nah, he'd probably be our oil source for heat..."
"EY YOU POOR FUCK!" Stan's body shook with laughter as he tried to think of something else to say. "You'd be our bait 'cause you'd do anything for a buck."
"I have a job now... besides, I'd be the defense coordinator and weapons extraordinaire. Stan would be offensive coordinator and leader."
"You'd be the thief who got us shit," Cartman grumbled. Kenny shrugged and nodded.
"That too. Kyle would be the brains, so we need him. Butters would be our optimism so-"
"Fuck optimism!"
"No, that's Kenny's job," Stan cackled at Butters' mumble. Cartman made a face and shuddered violently. "I would wanna be a negotiator."
"Okay, you'll be our negotiator."
"What's this for?" Bebe asked, Wendy turned to her slowly.
"Zombies," she mumbled in monotone. Bebe furrowed her eyebrows.
"Why would you need a negotiator with zombies?" Butters was silent as he thought. Kenny shrugged.
"With other survivors," he responded, the bright blonde nodded excitedly.
"So who would be our sacrifice?!" Kenny shrugged then raised his hand at Cartman's question. Butters quickly lowered it and glared.
"You could just keep a leash and muzzle on me. I'd still be me. Just a zombified version. Depending on when I came back I might even be able to talk or some shit." Butters rolled his eyes. "I'd just be cold..."
"Yeah, you can't be cold you're our personal space heater!" Stan cried sleepily as he rested his head on Cartman's shoulder; he was instantly pushed off, so he leaned against Kenny, who patted his hair lovingly and stuck his tongue out at Cartman. "I just wanna sleep... why do we leave at five in the morning? That's dumb."
"I have to work in four hours I think..." Kenny grumbled, Butters shook his head and looked up sadly at his boyfriend, who nodded.
"Call in sick?" Kenny shook his head and rested against Stan as he closed his eyes. He smelled like Kyle.
"I need the money... I'm a corporate whore..." Stan laughed sadly and Butters nuzzled Kenny.
"That's not the kind of whore we were expecting," Cartman said, Kenny rolled his eyes and pressed his face into Stan's head. His hair was black so it made everything darker.
They woke up in a dog pile of people and everyone seemed to use Kenny as their pillow. All of them boarded their limos sleepily and laid in piles on the couch. All slept soundly except for Kenny, who stared out the window as he held Butters protectively in his arms.
When they returned to the school, all of the students were bleary eyed and stumbling as they made their way to their cars. Butters handed Kenny the keys after they said goodbye to Stan and Kyle. As soon as his head hit the passenger seat he was passed out. Kenny sighed and drove his car in silence.
By the time he pulled into his gravel driveway the sun was already peeking out from the horizon and he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He shut off the car and carried Butters into the house; he left their prom clothes in the car, Butters was returning his tuxedo for him.
Butters clung to him and moaned quietly as he walked carefully up the stairs.
"Almost there," Kenny whispered, tripping on one of the steps. He cursed as he nearly fell backward and gripped the railing momentarily. As he climbed the last step, Karen's door opened and she peered at him. He could tell she was half asleep.
"You're just getting home now?" She asked hoarsely. Kenny nodded and yawned. "How was it?"
"It was awesome, so much fun. You're gonna love it."
"Ken... can I... can I sleep in your room?" Kenny furrowed his eyebrows curiously. Of course he didn't mind, she had already slept in his room almost every night since they moved in, he was just curious that she asked.
"Duh," she smiled and followed him into the room. He carefully laid Butters on the bed and crawled in the middle. Karen curled into his side with her back to him yet used his arm as a pillow, and Butters burrowed his head in his chest. Kenny kissed Karen's head, then Butters' forehead, and closed his eyes. He instantly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.