A/N: Fuck, I'm so sorry it's been a while. I have had writers block for this chapter for a while now. I'm not so good at this kind of "sex scene" writing. So (TMI Warning) I just tried to picture what it was like when my partner and I make love...

Dislaimer: I don't own South Park, etc.

Michael sat staring at the wall in front of him, something he often did.

"I still can't believe your manager liked me!" Pete was taking off his boots and throwing his bag down by Michaels wardrobe.

Michael smiled softly, still staring. "I knew he would."

Pete laughed and sat beside Michael. "Yeah, so you've said. But seriously, thank you."

Michael turned to face Pete and shrugged. "It was really fine, dude."

Pete shook his head. "No, seriously, I don't think you realise how incredibly thankful I am. This is really going to help me and my Mom."

Michael smiled slightly. "Honestly, Pete. I did it for that reason. I'd be a shitty friend if I knew of a job opening and didn't tell you."

Pete lifted his hand to Michaels cheek which took Michael by surprise, and he flinched. "Just, thank you, Michael."

Pete leaned in, and softly kissed Michael. The kiss was so gentle, and nothing like before. Michael frowned, but let his eyes slowly shut, and kissed back, letting Pete keep the slow pace.

The kiss didn't break, it just grew more passionate, and Michael had no idea why. Pete softly pushed Michael down onto his bed, and straddled him, still kissing him. Michael moved his hands to rest on Petes' hips, still not sure what was happening. It never felt this way before.

"I know this feels weird, Michael, but I really need to do this with you?" Pete kissed down Michael's neck, the kisses so gentle, they made Michael shiver.

"Do what exactly?" Michael relaxed into his bed, gasping softly at the feeling of Petes lips.

"I don't exactly know what IT is, but, I need it."

Pete ran his hands over Michael's chest, after slipping them under his shirt. Michael bit his lip at the sensation, and while shaking, he ran his hands through Petes hair. This was new to him, they'd had sex before, many times, but this was very different to how they usually did it.

Pete loved the feeling of Michael running his hands through his hair, and he moaned softly into Michael's neck as he continued to kiss him. He slipped his hands down to the bottom of Michael's shirt and pulled it up. Michael got the hint and pulled his shirt off completely.

Pete sighed in content and ran his fingers softly down his stomach, which made Michael shiver again. He kissed lightly around Michael's nipples, which made Michael moan into a gasp.

He threw his head back, as Pete glided his tongue around his nipples, then back up to his neck, and then his lips. Michael kissed back, the kiss so passionate, and not sloppy like usual. It didn't feel so desperate and hungry, just slow, and in what felt like a rhythm. As they kissed, both of their bodies rocked softly, confirming the kiss to be in rhythm.

Pete pulled on Michael's shoulders, flipping them over so that Michael was on top and Pete was underneath him. The kiss never broke though, and neither did the rocking, as Pete ran his fingers through Michael's curls.

Soft moans escaped both boys, as the kiss grew, and Michael ran his hands all over Pete. Pete wanted to rock skin to skin, and so he removed his shirt expertly, throwing it on the floor along with Michael's discarded shirt.

As they rocked together, Michael could feel their erections both rubbing together through each others boxer shorts. It felt really good and Michael had a hard time keeping quiet.

Pete could see the expression on Michael's face, confirming that it was time to move further before both boys lost it.

"Take them off, Michael," he whispered, and Michael nodded. He slipped his hands down removing his own first, and then Petes.

Both of them were dripping with pre cum, and the intensity of the feeling as both erections met skin to skin made them both moan out.

"I need you, I really need you, Michael."

Michael wasn't sure what was happening, and if this was normal, but he felt similar to Pete. He felt as if he needed him, too, and not in a 'I need to fuck you' kind of way.

Michael spread Petes legs, and positioned himself at his entrance, he didn't need to get Pete ready, because as soon as he entered he slipped right in with ease.

Pete moaned into Michael's chest at the feeling of Michael inside of him, and his kissed his shoulders, just so that he wouldn't make too much noise.

With the feeling of himself inside of Pete, and the kisses on his shoulders, along with Petes moans, Michael felt in complete ecstasy. He softly pulled in and out of Pete, keeping a slow rhythmic pace.

It was dark in the room, but both boys could make out only each other. As they rocked, their eyes met, and it was hard to look away. Pete wrapped his arms around Michael's neck and pulled him forward gently, so that he could kiss him. Michael let him, and kissed back with just as much passion as Pete.

When it felt too good to kiss, Michael rested his forehead on Petes, remaining as close to Pete as he could. They both were dripping with sweat by this time, and both bodies rocked with more force and with a faster pace.

It had been a while since they started, and Michael knew that this would have to be the longest time they'd done this. Pete moaned as the feeling intensified, and Michael moaned in return to confirm that he too was feeling incredible.

"Michael..." Pete whispered, and Michael replied by kissing his forehead. Pete didn't want to let go of Michael, and kept him close, gasping at every movement.

Michael could feel himself heat up, and he could feel that Pete was, too.

"Are you close?" he whispered right into his ear.

"Yes, god yes," was all Pete could answer.

Michael fasted the pace, and Pete kept in rhythm with him, as if they were dancing together. Michael could feel himself getting ready to explode and he bit his lip as he began to pump even faster.

Pete ran his hands through Michael's hair, and then down his cheek. He wanted to say it, he desperately wanted to say those three words, but he knew if he did, he'd most likely ruin this perfect moment.

Michael took Petes hands, and entwined their fingers above Petes head, resting on the pillow. He'd never held Petes hands before, and Pete melted at the sensation.

Michael once again rested his forehead on Petes, as the climax grew closer and closer. With a few more thrusts Michael moaned loudly, as he filled Pete with his seed. He'd never had an orgasm this incredible before.

Pete gasped as he felt Michael fill him, and that made him explode all over Michael, moaning deeply as the enormous orgasm went through his entire body.

Michael continued to moan, only softly this time, as he made sure to completely empty himself into Pete, the thrusts getting slower, and less harder. He fell onto Pete, being sure to keep his weight off of him though, and breathed heavily.

His forehead was still resting on Pete, as both of them tried to gain control of their breathing. Both boys were sweating, and their hair dripped slightly.

Pete hesitantly cupped Michaels cheek, waiting for a sign that it was okay. Michael didn't flinch, or move his face away, so Pete kept it there, stroking his cheek with his thumb.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, and Michael nodded softly.

"Yes, are you?" Pete smiled and nodded back. "Just very exhausted."

Michael smiled slightly and rolled off of Pete. His body felt heavy, and he was still trying to gain back his usual breathing pattern.

Pete turned to his side, to stare at Michael. His curly hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat, he could see his skin glistening, and his chest moving up and down slightly faster than usual. He rested his hand on Michael's chest, and could feel his heart beating quickly.

Michael turned his head to face Pete, and rested his hand on top of Petes hand. He had no clue what was happening between the two, but he wasn't hating it, it just confused him.

"Do you want to sleep?"

Pete barely managed a nod, as his eyes felt heavy. Michael smiled softly, and sat up to pull the covers on them. Usually by now they'd put their clothes back on, but Michael had a feeling they'd both not be able to manage it. He tucked Pete in, knowing too well that Pete felt the cold more that he did, and then dragged the blanket over himself.

He lay in silence for a while, staring at his ceiling. He had managed to gain control of his breathing, and his eyes were getting really heavy.

He wasn't sure what to think of the events that played out tonight, but he thought it was something he would talk about with Pete tomorrow.

He let his eyes close, and it didn't take long for him to join Pete in sleep.