Laughter, Tears, and Vodka Bottles Pt. 2
Bam!
Oh my freaking christ! Who the fuck is that? I'm startled out of my fucking sleep at the sound of something falling? Or slamming against the suite's wall? I swiftly hope off of my bed, sparing one glance at a still sleeping Butters and sighing deeply.
Not caring that I'm only in my boxer briefs I pad my way through the large dark open space and to the door, quickly unlocking it and wrenching it open.
"Sorry, me and," Damien wipes his bottom lip with his index and thumb while staring darkly at someone I can't see. "We got a little carried away." Damien says not sounding the least apologetic at all as he walks past me, into the suite. I just glare at the fucker.
"Couldn't you have called one of us? Instead of scaring the life out me?" If I wasn't so damn tired I would find it funny that I'm pissed at someone doing something I've actually done or would do..
"Then what would be the fun in that." Damien snaps his fingers and the sharp sound causes my ears to ring momentarily. I squint my eyes at the intrusion of light throughout the entire living/kitchen space.
"Hey Kenny!" Pip greets as he hugs tightly before following Damien inside. I shut the suite's door not even caring that it slammed shut loudly. Forcing my feet to move I plop down on a sofa adjacent to the couple. Damien flips through channels on TV before settling the bachelor and I arch my eyebrows at that.
"So, how are you Ken?" Pip asks with a smile.
"I'm good," I say slowly, "Sleepy, but how are you."
"We're great," Both Pip and Damien say simultaneously and I it's so creepy. By the wicked smirk on Damien face I know that they did it on purpose seeing as I've expressed how weird that is before.
"What is going on out here?" I hear a voice say and I cringe at who it belongs to.
"Ah, Kyle, where have you been?"
"Sleeping. What are you guys doing here so late? It's," Kyle looks across the room and squints at the time on the stove, "Two o'clock in the morning."
"We had to take a small detour," Damien says as Kyle sits on the same sofa as me and my fingers twitch, needing to be far away from Kyle, but luckily he doesn't move from his side of the sofa
"We went to visit Gregory," Pip clarifies.
"Yeah, how is he and Christophe?" I ask, I haven't seen the couple since Stan's birthday. I gotta talk to them really soon.
"Well, as soon as we walked in the house was practically drenched in hazelnut," Damien says his nose wrinkling as if remembering the smell. Everyone gives each other worried looks, knowing exactly what that meant.
Everytime Christophe leaves out of town for work Gregory tends excessively bake, clean, and decorate. Seeing as Christmas is around the corner albeit he's going completely bonkers this time around.
"He did seem...pretty fine when we left," Pip says a little hopeful.
"Anyway, I think you have something for us?" Damien asks Kyle who nods before standing.
"Yeah, I'll get your key, I'll go get it," Kyle drifts back to his and Stan's room and Damien and Pip direct their attention to me.
"What is going on between you and Kyle?"
"Yes, why is it so...tense between you lads?"
"Okay," I say sliding both my palms down my face. I should've known this would happen, these two are really perceptive. This only fuels my need to be reunited with my bed and for these two to do...whatever.
"We aren't going there. Yes, Kyle and I aren't talking, yes, I want to beat his fucking skull in, but I can't do this right now."
"No worries, later is better," Pip says, backing down. Damien just stares at me his black orbs swirling with a multitude of thoughts before the intensity alleviates and he shrug in his way of agreeing with Pip.
"Here you go," Kyle says as he enters the room again. Damien and Pip stand as gracefully as ever before each taking two keys.
"How come you get two keys?"
Damien grins and Pip smiles sheepishly, "There are perks of being the son of satan," He says as him and Pip take their exit. He doesn't even bother opening the door and instead just tilts his finger and the door opens soundlessly as they leave.
"See you bright and early!" Pip shouts before the door closes.
Without a word I stand and begin to make my way to my room only to be stopped by a cold hand on my bicep. I quickly snatch my arm out of Kyle's grip, completely unimpressed by him.
"What do you want?" I ask impatiently.
"Can we talk?"
"No."
"That's not fair Ken, you never even let me talk to you. You're just mad."
"Okay, I let you talk, then what? Whatever you say is not going to make me change my mind about this."
I lower my voice, "It ain't gonna change the fact that you're a backstabbing asshole, that can't-" I stop myself there and look away from the crushed look in Kyle's green eyes and abruptly head into my room, locking it behind me.
Inside Butters is still asleep and for once I envy the fact that he can sleep without interruption, without the pressure of hard-hitting guilt and emotions.
"Okay, you guys this is where the tour ends. Now, if you would all like to visit the novelty store you can-" Our overly chipper tour guide Hannah tells us as we stop outside a sports store to buy our skiing gear, courtesy of the school's credit card.
Even Coach Candice looks as if she's had enough of this tour as she smiles tightly at the girl before directing us inside.
"Smile sweetie," Hannah says and I almost burst into laughter at the faces Coach makes behind her head before the girl bounces off somewhere else, most likely to harass Coach Mick.
Coach hands me a candy cane with smirk before going to help a guy who just fell smack dead on the linoleum floors, "Ian, stop running and then maybe you wouldn't bust your head all the damn time," She says to the red-faced teen. I laugh while eating my candy cane as I make my way over to the necessary equipment that I will need.
Once I feel as if I have everything according to Coach Mick I stand in the checkout line where a tall dark haired girl is scanning things in tandem to the songs playing through the store's speakers. It's a funny sight and also proves to be effective as she finishes scanning Clyde's things, she pops her gum and the next person goes up.
"Knew I would find you here," Someone says from behind me. I turn around and meet Gary's grin. I take in his appearance for embarrassingly the fifth time today since we got out of the shower this morning.
Gary decided to wear a bold jerry red cashmere blend v-neck, all white jeans and vans, even the watch on his wrist matches and I have to look away before I get too carried away. In no way do I want hook up anytime soon... my ass still aches from this morning for fucksake. Gary seems to notice the way my eyes linger on him as he runs his hand through his blonde hair. Why do I have these insane emotions for this preppy-
"Hi Eric," Butters greets as he stops next to us, his gear already rung up and paid for in his two large bags.
"Who's your friend?" I glare at Butters who lips quirk up in a small-not-so innocent way as he diverts his attention fully onto Gary who looks to be in a daze.
"I'm Gary," Gary says taking Butters outstretched hand and giving it a charming kiss. .Fuck? Am I not standing here?
"Hi Gary, I'm um Butters," He replies taken off guard by Gary gesture as a light blush paints his cheeks.
"So, how long have you and Eric been friends?"
"For a while now," Gary says looking at me adoringly, but I'm still frozen. I can't feel shit, right now because he fucking kissed Butters hand. At my lack of response Gary wraps his arm around my shoulders being his usual happy self. "We're very close."
"Oh, that's great. Eric can be kind of a grump sometimes and-"
"Butters?" I say finding my voice.
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"Nothin' just talkin' to your friend."
"Yeah," I say, trying very hard to keep the bite out of my voice. "I get that, but why?"
"Why not?" He replies and someone taps Gary on the shoulder and he pulls away with a squeeze to my shoulder. I clear my throat and Butters looks at me full on now, with that same impish expression. "Is that...Eric."
"What Butters?" I say through clenched, knowing exactly what he's hinting at.
"You're together," He says finally and I hate the way my heart kicks up at that. Not necessarily in a bad either. Instead of acknowledging Butters' statement I move up in line, letting the brunette girl check my things out.
I don't even want to question how Butters came to this conclusion, I don't say anything at all. See the thing with Butters is that he's smart. Too fucking smart for his own good sometimes.
It's times like this that reminds me of how often Butters chooses to be blind by his own naiveness and wanting to believe that every person is good. He isn't as naive as he used to be as a kid, but the cluelessness he often carried still lingers.
"I can't say I'm surprised," He goes on to say and I cut him a withering glare.
"Hey, what did Butters do to you?" Kenny interrupts. "Don't forget you had each others d-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence."
"Finish what?" Butters says and wiggles his eyebrows at me. And that right there is plain corruption courtesy of Kenny fucking McCormick.
To be an ass I decide to ask, "Have you two banged yet or what?" As the words flow from my mouth both individuals don't look so bold anymore as they pretend to be interested in something else. "I'll take that as a 'no'."
"Don't worry Cartman," Butters places his hand on my shoulder despite being an inch shoulder than me.
He pokes his hip out and it does nothing but accentuate how flamboyant he looks. I frown knowing he's playing at something. "If you wanna hook up, I'm always open. Always," Butters whispers that last part before squeezing my shoulder and walking off to talk to Kyle and Token. That fucker. Laughter erupts and I glare at Kenny.
"Stop laughing at me."
"Or what? Dude, you look like you just seen a ghost. I didn't think Butters would have that type of effect on you. Wait, why does he have that effect on you?" Kenny's eyes drop down and I follow his line of vision and thank the fucking heavens that I wore black jeans today or else it would be obvious that I have a huge boner right now.
"Mind your business Kenny. It was nothing." I say completely honest, Butters just reminds me of Gary is all and-
"You have some type of kink don't you? Wow, I would've never take you-"
"Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth Ken. Alright?" I accentuate each word with a hard squeeze against Kenny's mouth. "Ew, fucking gross," I say as I feel Kenny lick a my palm.
"Tell me what's going and I will." Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. When I get Butters alone I'm going to fucking pound him and not in the way he enjoys.
"Okay. I-I'm seeing Gary."
"Seeing like how?"
"Like we've been sucking each other off and fucking what-else-could-I-ever-mean Kenny," I blurt and Kenny just continues to look at me with this stupid smile.
"I knew it. Since when?"
"What?" I ask appalled. "I'm straight!" Kenny raises one of his annoying eyebrows, "Well, I was," I whisper that last part, but Kenny catches it anyway. "How'd you know?" I finally ask, finding no point in having to pretend with Kenny.
"That you liked guys? For a while now. But I didn't know you were boning Gary, you used to think he was a stuck up prep kid."
"Trust me he still is."
Kenny gives one of his probing looks and I could really be anywhere else right now. "But you love him."
"What?! No, no, no. No, Ken."
"Yeah, it's on your face. Don't worry, like I said I won't tell. You know I won't," He says quietly and I hold out my pinkie and he wordlessly links his pinkie with mine and squeezes tightly before letting go.
"Hey, am I interrupting something?" Gary asks and I turn to see him standing beside Kenny and I.
"No, he's all yours," Kenny says with a grin before taking his leave.
"What was that about?" Gary asks, throwing an arm over my shoulder as we begin walking out of the store and towards the awaiting large black suv car van. My mind is screaming at me to tell him to remove his arm and that I don't need the extra warmth his thin body provides, but my heart actually likes how tight his arms are around me.
"Nothing," I snort which causes Gary to laugh, "Just the usual about how annoying Stan and Kyle are being now that they've made up. We both focus ahead of us at said 'love birds' as Stan erupts in laughter over something obnoxious that Kyle is most likely saying.
"And you don't care?"
My answer is automatic, "Nope."
"I swear to everything that is holy that if someone doesn't change this sappy music that I'm going to go absolutely mad," Coach Mick says from the front of the van and I agree that this music is horrendous.
I share a look with Token who is sitting beside me and wordlessly he plugs his phone into the aux and Odee by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie plays from the speakers. Everyone sighs at the sound of something other than Celine Dion.
"Good lookin' out bro," Someone claps Token on the back from behind.
"No prob, Josh."
"Is everyone done yet, I'm ready to head to the mountains," I say trying to resist the urge to bite my nails, a bad habit I've tried to give up when I'm anxious.
"Looks like it," Token replies, "I'm ready to go as well," I nod and give Token an appreciative look as he gently pushes my finger away from my mouth. "Everything okay?"
I give Token a look that explains how un- okay and actually irritated I am. Token expression morphs into one of concern and I am so happy this dude is in my life. Half the time we don't even have to say what we're both thinking just one look says everything.
I fold my navy cargo clad leg underneath me as Token pats my shoulder comfortingly before the suv van finally begins to move. I try to clear my mind of what happened this morning, but I can't. What the actual fuck was Tweek thinking?
….
I awake to the sound of music blasting loudly from outside of the room I share with Cartman. For a moment I come I just lie in bed hoping that I'm still dreaming, but as minutes tick on and the music continues to sound just as loudly as it was moments before I come to the conclusion that someone is clearly being a freaking douche. I glance at Cartman's bed briefly and finding it empty before walking across the room to the door. I open the door and notice the music is coming from Tweek and Gary's shared room. Without even knocking I open the door and inside of the large room I spot Tweek sitting on the bed laptop perched on his lap.
"Do you mind turning that off?" I ask, hating that I have to start my morning off talking to Tweek and dealing with his nonsense.
"Oh, am I bothering you?"
"Yeah, you are."
"Great!" Is all he says before looking away and focusing his attention back onto the computer screen.
"And by the way I do mind," Tweek says and proceeds to crank up the volume on the speakers connected to his laptop, Sorry by Beyonce mocking me as I stand in the doorway and stare at Tweek in disbelief before slamming the door and walking back into the living area. I run my nails through my hair before hurrying back into my shared room and into the large ensuite to shower.
I turn on the shower hoping to drown out the music but it barely works as Tweek switches to something even more obnoxious. I grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming at the faint sounds of porn overlapping the stream of water from the shower jets.
Shrugging to myself as I exit the shower and dry myself I decide to ignore Tweek's obnoxious behavior and pretend it doesn't bother me despite wanting to bash his fucking head in.
I brush my teeth and do all my regular morning things all the while he's still blasting porn, but as I tie my boots up and grab my coat and phone I leave my room quietly only to spot Tweek on the bed jerking one off with the door open as I pass.
His eyes are blown wide as he stares back at me, not looking in the least ashamed at having being caught completely nude. Swallowing hard I continue on my way out of the hotel suite door and to the elevators not once looking back, what feels like lava pulsing through my brain as I try to clear my mind of what I just saw.
….
"Remember kids, french fries then pizza," Coach Candice tells us for the hundredth time before speeding down the mountain on her skis with Coach Mick again. She honestly looks really cool and if I wasn't so adamant on not dying this weekend I would follow.
Instead I laugh at Token's mumbling about 'freaking expensive no good ski equipment' before tumbling into the snow again. It's weird to see Token so frustrated at not being able to keep his balance while skiing considering he's perfect at everything else. I've fallen at least five times since we've started and that's impressive. It totally is.
The only person who actually knows what they're doing is the ski instructor and unsurprisingly Stan. He's always been an all around sports guy and even when we were kids he was the only one who was really good at it. He is helping guide some of us along with the instructor and is very patient about it and encouraging us to get back up.
"Give it up McCormick!" Someone yells from behind me. I turn around and spot Damien dressed in an black slim fit wool trench coat on top of what looks like a black cashmere sweater with black jeans, steel toed boots and large beanie to match and beside him stands Kyle in a similar attire except for his green combat boots, trapper hat and matching sweater underneath his black pea coat with leather arms.
Both are sat at a table overlooking where our class is on the ski park's cafe balcony and seeing as Kyle and I aren't on speaking terms and from the prominent smirk on Damien's face he was the one yelling at me. "You too Token!" Damien goes on to say to a stiff Token who is trying very hard to keep his balance.
"Fuck off Damien!" Token replies which causes me, Damien, and Kyle to burst into hysterics.
"Oh, do I love fucking with you."
"Dami, be nice!" Pip says as he slowly makes his way towards me while being lightly guided and encouraged by Stan.
"Nice isn't even in his vocabulary," Kyle scoffs.
"Says the guy who swallowed an entire corndog."
"What?"
"I did not!" Kyle protests cheeks visibly turning red.
"Oh, I believe him," I say and Kyle narrows his eyes at me, but I could care less.
"Anyway, are you imbeciles quite done? Kyle and I are getting bored, you've all become unamusing to us."
Stan and Pip comes to a stop next to Token and I and once making sure that Pip was steady on his skis and less likely to fall flat on his face again Stan leans his weight onto my shoulder his navy blue and leather coat down jacket adding to his weight.
"Yeah, I'm tired of falling on my ass!" Someone says following a round of agreements. Slowly everyone begins to come together and by the time we've all formed a half circle both of our coaches make their appearance and to say they looked exhilarated would be an understatement.
Coach Mick begins to take roll to make sure everyone is together and once that is done we all head to towards the cafe where Damien and Kyle join in.
"Where to now?" Stan asks and of-fucking-course Kyle answers.
"To a museum!"
"No!" Stan, Craig, Clyde and most of everyone shouts in protests.
"Fine, we're going 'sightseeing'" Kyle corrects to everyone's relief.
"How much longer are we gonna be walking for?" Red complains from beside me.
"I hear ya, if I have to walk through one more cave and up the stairs of some sort of art gallery I'm going to flip out," Clyde complains as well.
"My legs are literally about to fall off," Red says, pushing her right leg farther out in front of her. "See my legs are swelling up!"
"No, they are not," I answer completely putting a stop to this nonsense because I know where it's leading to. "You both are being delusional." And my assumption is right as Rebecca's red lipstick lips form into a pout.
"Hey, just because we aren't art and history nerds like you doesn't mean we're delusional," Clyde says and I just shake my head.
"Yeah," Red agrees and proceed to do what I knew she would by swinging her arms around my neck.
"I am not carrying you Red."
"Why not?" Red continues to look at me with her puppy eyes as she tries to get me to pick her up.
"Yeah, Toke, why not?" Well, for starters last time I let her on my back she demanded that we run after an ice cream truck while she went live on instagram which eventually ended in both of us falling miserably to the pavement.
I look at Clyde and he gives me a look that says he's interested in Red and he wants me to help him out. Lightly I slap his cheek and he gives me a cheeky smile.
"Why don't you let-"
"I'll do it," Nichole says sliding in next to us from her position next to Jenny Simons. And I wasn't aware she was even paying attention to any of this. And from the looks on Clyde and Red they didn't realize either. It's like she just popped out of thin air.
"It's okay, you don't really have to..." Red trails off slightly unsure.
"No, we can take turns. Besides my legs hurt as well," Red shrugs and swings herself onto Nichole and nuzzles her cheek which causes her to smile and Red to laugh.
As we continue to explore the art exhibit my lightheartedness fades as I take in what Nichole said or rather how she said it...maybe I'm just reading too much into it.
(*)
"What was up with that," Clyde asks me as we're leaving the art museum, Red is now carrying Nichole and she races past a few people as Nichole bursts into laughter along with everyone else.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on," Clyde nudges me. "You didn't see the way Nichole was practically burning a hole in that thick skull of yours. I check my memory of earlier and, no, I don't remember Nichole staring at me.
"I didn't see it. Well, she was before she came up to us. Then the way she spoke to Red was 'weird'. Super sub-texty." I don't even dare to tell Clyde that 'sub-texty' is not an actual word, but I focus on what he just said.
As I continue to watch Red carrying Nichole hoping that they don't fall and possibly break anything. I see them race up the pavement to catch up to Wendy and Heidi, "A disaster waiting to happen."
"What?" Clyde asks and I stare at him seeing the concern and mild shock in his eyes. I forgot that me and him were supposed to having some sort of convo right now. "You zoned out there, man," Clyde pats my shoulder and squeezes and I look at his eyes still seeing the same look as before.
"Yeah, sorry about that. What were you saying?" I ask trying to figure out why he is looking at me this way.
"Oh, I asked you what you thought all of this meant and well...you said... what you just said," Clyde finishes, his concerned look not letting up.
"You concerned?"
"Should I be?"
"No. Actually," I sigh. "I'm not sure."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Not really. I just want to forget about, I mean what if I'm just overreacting."
"What if you're not? Toke, you can talk to me, you know that right?" I stare at Clyde my hand covering my mouth. "Right?" he presses again and I nod, dropping my hand.
"Yeah, right. It's just that it's hard sometimes. We're all wrapped up in our own things and the big things always overshadow the problems hiding in the background."
"We are here for you, dude. Don't forget it."
"I won't. Since when did you become so perspective?"
"Ever since I found a need to be." Clyde and I continue walking catching up with the rest of our class, but
I find the words slipping through my mouth before I could stop it.
"When was that?" I ask curiously.
Clyde answers without pause, "The day I stopped lying to myself."
I've had enough. As "Hold up" by Beyonce ends (after playing for the third time in a hour) and the music shuts off. I storm out of Cartman and I shared room grateful that Cartman and Gary fucked off elsewhere earlier. I knock on Tweek's door loudly knowing that he can hear me, but as I continue to knock the door stays shut.
"Fuck this!" I jingle the doorknob in frustration and notice that the twit actually forgot to lock the door. As I open the door I am faced with Tweek lying on the bed jerking off. His jeans are pulled down to his knees along with his red racer boxer shorts, his shirt is pulled up halfway up torso showing off his flat and delicious stomach.
My eyes move up his body as I hear him moan and I stare at his face as it scrunches in concentration, he continues to groan and moan and jack off in front me.
Finally, Tweek's eyes open and the fucking asshole doesn't even stop. He stares back a challenge rising in his eyes, daring me to do something. He spits in his hand and continues to stroke himself while remaining eye contact with me.
And...why I am still standing here letting him tease me this way. If Tweek would have done this last month, last week. Hell, years ago I would've fucked his brains out without a second thought.
And I still want to, but all I can remember is the way Tweek pushed me away and avoided me. Clearly he'd rather hang with Gary than me. The reminder that he chose Gary over me is enough to douse the allure of Tweek right now. What does he want from me?
As Tweek hits his peak with a desperate a light screech I leave pretending that I didn't see the way he spills, completely covering his stomach in which. I shut the door softly behind me and with a deep breath I leave the hotel suite because I need to get out of here.
"Are you serious, dude?" Kyle asks me as he sits in the desk chair in the room and I nod looking up at the ceiling. Stan, Kenny, and Butters went with Coach Mick and Coach Candice and some of our classmates to get something to eat. "Dude, why would Tweek do something like that?"
"I don't know, I mean he iced me out!" I cover my eyes with my forearm, "Like, what the fuck."
"Maybe you should just talk to him."
"Can't."
"Why not?"
I remove my arm and turn my head to stare at Kyle and the genuine concern etched on his face. "He's just gonna go back to pretending like I don't exist. He just pulls this shit because he's..." I trail off not being able to come up with the right word to describe the fuck-twit.
"Jealous," Kyle supplies and I raise my right eyebrow in question.
"Do you really think Tweek is jealous? Why would he be jealous? I haven't even been with anyone plus we're not even in a relationship. Never mind the fact that he trashed me. He said that I was treating him like he was my boyfriend, just because I wanted to know what was wrong with him. He wanted all of this," I rant becoming increasingly upset, but as usual when I'm venting to Kyle he just sits here taking it all in.
Sometimes I wonder is he immune to freakouts like this because of his ability to really fly of the handle when he's pissed. But I've never really seen Kyle go 'maniac' as Cartman once referred to it as. His face is still showing concern, but I can tell the wheels in his head are turning.
"I think it would be best to just talk to Tweek. And if he's avoiding you until you're alone then take of advantage of that. Trap him."
"What?"
"Why not take him up on his challenge? He's doing this just to get a rise out of you until you cave."
"Cave into what?"
"Him. So, once again trap him. He will not expect you to do that seeing as how you're prone to running away. His shock will give you the upper hand," I nod at this.
"Sounds like a solid plan."
"I know, I came up with it," Kyle replies ever the cocky bastard.
"Only thing, after trapping him then what? Scream at him?"
"Maybe." Kyle's pink lips lips suddenly curve in his infamous charming smirk, "Or you could fuck him."
"Wow, can I please speak to sensible Broflovski and not the horny bastard that has taken over his body right now."
"Hey, it was just a suggestion," Kyle says throwing his hands up and I laugh at this. "But really, you have to do something because he's baiting you and with the type of moves that he is pulling its a clear sign that he will not stop.
He wants your attention, he wants you. He's just too scared to admit it and he continues to tease you because he knows you won't take the bait. In other words, he think you're too much of a pussy." Me, Craig Tucker, a pussy?
"Have I grown too soft Kyle?"
"Afraid so," Kyle scoots closer to me until he's leaning over me, "Maybe, I can help."
"Maybe," I say teasingly. "But what about Stan?"
"I'll talk to Stan, he'll be interested," Kyle's smirk doesn't let up and it lifts my mood a bit. He's contagious.
"You are one charming fucker."
"So, I've been told," Kyle says moving back.
"Hey, guys we're back," Stan says as he opens the door and grins at the both of us. "What have you dudes been up to."
"Just talking, Craig are you staying to eat?" Kyle asks, but he's not looking at me, he's staring at Stan and they're doing that silent communicating thing again.
"Yeah, will you be, um, joining us," Stan asks staring at me and his expression is unreadable. Which is rare considering he almost always wears his huge fucking heart on his sleeve.
"As much as I would like to, I'm not really hungry. But would you both want to hang with me and Tweek before the trip is over?"
"Of course, dude, just let us know when," Stan says nonchalantly as he slides off shoes.
As I stand I glance at Kyle once more and notice how enraptured he has become as Stan begins retelling how he almost face planted outside of the restaurant while holding two full bags of food. It's not that I haven't noticed it before, their connection is just magnetic, you can't help, but admire it.
Even after hating each other for so long it's like nothing changed. But I'm not naive enough to believe that it hasn't.
"Wooh, today was so fun." I hear Butters comment as I fall onto my back on the bed. I stare at the ceiling thinking about what Butters just said. Yeah...I think I would've had more fun if I didn't catch Kyle's eyes occasionally glaring holes into the back of my head. Even as I think about this I feel my heart rate increasing and my head start to throb so I try to brush it aside by burying my palms into my eyes which does nothing, but make me blink my eyes rapidly.
"Are you a'right Ken?" I hear Butters ask sounding a bit hesitant. After fucking attacking my eyes with my fingers I turn my attention to him as he stares at his nails.
"Yeah...why?"
"You just seem really gloomy today." I continue to stare at Butters as I think back to one moment where I lost face today and I come up empty. With a sigh I answer, "How'd you figure?"
"Because I know Ken, you're eyes weren't as bright as they usually are. Wanna talk about it?" I contemplate this for half a second before shaking my head.
"Would you hate me if I said no?"
"No, I couldn't ever hate you." I say nothing to this as I watch Butters continue to mess with his nails. I don't try to break the silence right away because whether Butters knows this or not I actually like this. I like how we can just sit here and do nothing, say nothing. I like how he just doesn't mind being here. With me.
My eyes drift from Butters pale fingers all the way up to his face and I notice his tongue slightly poked out of the side of his mouth as if he's in some sort of deep concentration. I also notice how his pink tongue rests so carelessly on his bottom lip that looks so, so pink in this lighting. I quickly look away despite the begging in my mind to get a closer look and try to will my mind elsewhere, but it doesn't work.
It's times like these where I wonder why I never told Butters about my recent discovery. I mean this is huge stuff and I practically tell Butters everything anyway including my exploits so why can't these simple words come out now. I somehow feel it's weird to not let him know...considering he's the reason why I even began questioning my sexuality in the first place.
It all started sophomore year-these weird feelings that seriously makes my stomach ache, along with other things… but I didn't have a name for it back then I just wrote it off as stupid hormones and called it a day. That is until I was able to pinpoint it realized I only felt this way whenever I was around the cute blonde.
Butters is just so cute and everyone including Cartman would admit that, but he just started to seem more to me. More than a pretty face. He is truly beauty re-incarnate and I'm honestly obsessed. I'm surprised I've lasted this long without being found out considering how hardcore I'm crushing on Butters.
And fuck if I don't feel my stomach erupt in what I've come to realize are 'butterflies' whenever he does something so cute, like whenever he's sarcastic and it sounds like he's actually serious, how innocent he looks when he just got caught doing something particularly bad, when he threatens me with actual bodily harm if I 'continue jumping from big buildings at night", and his loopy smile whenever something goofy falls out of my mouth.
Even now I just want to stare at his every movement. Creepy, I know, but the point is he caused a complete meltdown inside of me, I'm pretty sure I asked myself at least a million questions all along the lines of 'Does this mean I'm gay now?' 'Why do I want to fuck Butters?' 'Do I only want to mess around with Butters?'
I eventually answered all of these questions and came to the conclusion that yes, I am attracted to guys if kissing Stan meant anything, but I'm also still attracted to females as well.
"Humph, I'm bored Ken," Butters sits on my bed right beside where I'm stretched out and I lose my train of thought as I stare into his baby blue eyes. Weirdly enough Butters holds eye contact with me and-"What?" He asks and I shake my head.
"I-I have something to tell you."
"O-oh, you do? Well, what is it?"
"I-I'm, I-" I try to grasp for words and I feel as though they're slipping through my hands. "I really like you." I blurt out.
Butters continues to look at me confused before his face morphs into a bright smile, "Well, I really like you too." Butters flops on his back beside and looks at me, "Sometimes a little too much," I want to ask what he means by that but he continues and I bite my tongue.
"I know we've always joked that if you ever wanted to 'you know' I would let you, but-I guess what I'm trying to say is I really, really, really would if that would make you feel better. Because I really want you to be happy and lately I know you've been kinda sad. Do you want me to make it better?" I'm stunned at Butters' words and I nod before I can think better of doing so.
"Yeah, s-sure," I fumble out and before I can even really process that this is actually really happening Butters is now straddling my hips in one swift motion. I groan at the sensation of Butters grinding on top of me in slow circles and after a few seconds of Butters' sinful movements I place my hands on his hips as I stare up at him in wonder.
I grip Butters hips as he leans down and begins pressing soft kisses from my cheek down to my collarbone and I bite my cheek to try to hold back any embarrassing sounds.
Although, a long moan that rips its way from my vocal cords at the feel of Butters working his tongue along my collarbone before nipping harshly against my skin and sitting back up.
He just stares at me for a moment with heady stare that I can't figure out and figuring that my face probably looks stupid I give Butters a small smile to show my approval of what he's doing, but he doesn't return it he and I feel as lost as ever by this.
Suddenly, Butters stands and motions me to move up to the headboard and I do so as I watch him strip his white and ice blue striped shirt and white skin-tight jeans and I gawk at the view of him. I've always known that Butters was fit, but just to see this slim frame bare in front of me is new and adorning the softest looking baby blue lace panties is something entirely different, it makes me want to wreck him in so many fucking ways.
Butters doesn't seem to notice or care as he begins to unbutton my jeans and I lift my hips to aid him in sliding the restricting fabric off before deciding to throw my shirt somewhere across the room, my dog tags clinking together softly at the sudden movement, my eyes never leaving Butters.
I grin as Butters drops my jeans to the floor and unabashedly stares at my body and without hesitation places himself onto his knees on the bed and begins to trail kisses down my stomach and all the way down the happy trail leading into my red and white boxer briefs.
He gives a long lingering kiss at the bottom of my stomach and I moan in pure pleasure and decide to push my fingers through his blonde locks as he pulls my boxers lower and lower until the offending item is thrown onto the floor. I breathe a sigh of relief at my hard and aching member now being released, I stare at Butters as he stares at my member before finally connecting eyes with me.
Something passes between us and it feels so electric as goosebumps race across my skin causing the tiny hairs on my arms to raise and I watch in anticipation as Butters' pink tongue darts out of his mouth and licks a long stripe across my cock eyes still locked onto mine in a battle of dominance.
I close my eyes giving myself away to the feeling of ecstasy by each motion his pretty lips makes against me and fuck Butters teases the swollen tip of me by swirling his tongue in slow tantalizing circles before finally taking me in between his lips. I moan albeit helplessly as he practically attacks my cock with the skill and expertise of a pro.
I open my eyes to look down at Butters' head bobbing in a lovely rhythm and as he takes me deeper I grasp the soft duvet in a tight fist, feeling as if I could release on the spot at the sight of the blonde working between my legs.
As I feel myself drawing closer I pull Butters softly up to me and attack his lips with a ferocity I'd never thought I'd use with this sweet fucking delicious sin-
"Ken," Butters moans against my lips as I pull him until he is fully seated onto my lap. Detaching our lips I kiss and suck down Butters neck, anything just to hear those cute moans spill from his swollen lips.
Butters grinds on top of my cock and I moan at the feel of the lace of his panties rubbing against me in fast addicting motions that is driving me crazy. In one swift movement I hold Butters against me as I switch our positions leaving Butters underneath me lying flat on his stomach. Quickly I pull the lace panties down his pale legs to expose his cute little pink hole that I give a lingering kiss against causing
Butters to moan and giggle at that before going through all the things I've learned over the years about having anal sex. Lube. I need lube and lots of it. As if reading my mind Butters turns his head to the side and says slightly muffled as he drops a string of kisses along my jawline, "It's in the drawer to left." I go over to the designated drawer and find the lube among other things, I grab the pink vibrator and lube and head back over to Butters. I lather Butters hole in lube and apply some to my hands liberally before easing in one finger.
Once I've worked Butters up to three fingers I finally grab the pink vibrator and toss it back and forth in my hands. "Is this what good boys do? Fuck themselves with vibrators," I taunt as I slowly insert the vibrator inside of him and place it on its highest setting.
A satisfied smirk graces my face as I listen to Butters moan and whine as I lather my aching cock with lube. "Do you have any idea of how much I want to fuck you," I whisper still hovering over Butters body.
"Please...just fuck me, please,"Butters begs and I finally have pity on the writhing boy and remove and turn off the vibrator.
"I don't know, will my cock be enough for you?" I tease, and Butters stares at me almost incredulously, eyes flickering from my leaking member to my blue eyes. I chuckle lightly, "You gonna be a good boy for me, right?"
"Yes," Butters replies instantly maintaining complete eye-contact with me.
"Yes, I'll be a good boy," he promises and I believe as I plant another kiss on his sweet lip before forcing myself to move back.
"Prove it," I pat Butters leg before moving to the headboard of the queen-sized bed. "Ride me." And for the first time since we've started Butters actually looks shy and a little bit nervous. "Hey, it's okay we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
Butters still doesn't make eye-contact with me and I tilt his face back towards me with my pointer finger, "Hey, look at me." He finally looks at me and I'm met with beautiful baby blues. "It's okay," I reassure, my palm against his cheek.
He places his palm on top of mine before taking my hand and kissing my middle finger. Wrapping my arm around his waist I move him closer until he's hovering over my lap my lips attached to his electricity sparking between us. I have never felt anything close to this.
I position Butters over my hard length and watching him sink down on top of me, enveloping me in his tight heat. I feel my head spin and eyes flutter at the feel of being inside of the boy I love so much.
I'm brought out of my mental hysteria at the feel of Butters palm covering my cheek and I look into his baby blue eyes and I know that he feels the exact same way, that this is effecting him just as much. I've wanted this for so long, wanted him.
Once Butters becomes adjusted to my size and me being inside of him he wastes no time in beginning a stable rhythm that feels amazing.
"Good boy. You are so sweet, you know that?" I say before devouring his swollen lips again and Butters eats it up, completely loving the praise and attention I have no problem dishing out.
I grip his waist loving the way he feels around me and the loud moans pouring from his lips as I piston my hips up to meet each of Butter's strokes.
After a few minutes of Butters bouncing on top of me I grasp his hips and begin to drive my cock up into him, hard and unrelenting mixed with his constant lustful moans drives me to my release. Butters bites my ear and I'm pretty sure his fingers are leaving their mark onto my back as he meets my every thrust.
"Ken-Kenny! I'm close, I'm-I'm…" Butters trails off as I continue to fuck up into him.
"Me too," I whisper along his skin. And after three fast thrusts I feel Butters slam down on top of me, forcing me to release with a long groan, Butters swivels his hips and comes onto my stomach with a loud moan.
Coming down from our highs I finally remove myself from Butters and we both flop back onto our backs, exhausted. That was intense. Really fucking intense. I look over at Butters and kiss him softly on the lips, loving how I can still taste myself on his tongue.
He kisses back and once we both pull away I take his hand in my mine and squeeze it with a stupid smile on my face. Butters cups my face with his hand and just stares at me with an unexplainable look that I can't describe...regret?
He pulls away from me altogether and stands and I instantly miss his warm lithe body next to mine as he grabs his discarded underwear off the floor and slide them back on along with the rest of his discarded clothes and I continue to watch the entire time in silence.
Butters has his back to me, but before he moves to cross the large room to most likely exit the room I grab his hand and he pulls away as if I'd burned him.
"Butters," I try and his voice tenses up at the sound of my voice.
"Just don't Ken...okay? We both know what happens next...it was inevitable, so let's not draw this out more than it needs to be...I can't take it," Butters says and his words cut me deep.
My hand falls loosely onto the crumpled bed sheets as I stare helplessly as he leaves and even after that as silence envelopes the room and surrounds me, his words echoing in my mind.
Did I really just fuck things up with Butters?