Disclaimer: I don't own SP or the boys, although I'd like to. Or something. They belong to Matt Stone Trey Parker and South Park Studios.
AN:
SHOUNEN AI
KennyXKyle
GothKennyxGrrlyKyle
PunkAlternative Cartmen
If the previous did not scare you, then feel free to keep reading.
Hard to categorize this, hmm…
Anyways, Goth!Kenny, Grrrly!Kyle (different from Gurly!Kyle, you'll see why) and yeah. XD I've been promising this so yeah.
ENJOY
PS: Wisniowe Pocalunki Cherry-Flavored Kisses in Polish. It sounds better than in English, and I also wanted to be witty. Everyone's using Latin for their diff.languaged titles! Well, I used Polish! SO HAH!
Title: Wisniowe Pocalunki
Author: Zoshi the Confused
Rating: PG-13 to M Category: South Park
Genre: General/Romance
Contains: (or will contain) Violence, Adult Situations, Swearing, SHOUNEN-AI - BOYLOVE
The sky was just beginning to darken as they started on their second cigarettes. Cartman took a few harsh puffs before letting the smoke drift out of his open mouth into the clear night air. The roof shingles didn't make the best seats, really, but they didn't care much. Kenny took another long drag on his cigarette, watching the smoke float lazily up above him as AFI's "I Wanna Mohawk" belted out through the open window behind them.
"I still don't get it, Kenneh," Cartman grunted, shifting on the uneven surface beneath them. "I don't get why the fuck you put up with this crap…"
"You just don't understand what it means to really love someone," Kenny said, looking over at the other boy. Cartman dragged his fingers through his short, spiky hair, gave Kenny a look that spoke of extreme patience.
"All right, sure, so you love -" Cartman had to grit his teeth to manage to spit out the next word, "Him, that doesn't mean you have to put up with his bullshit all the time."
"…It's not all the time…" Kenny began quietly, but Cartman cut him off.
"I know, yeah, I know that this whole… unrequited love deal goes hand in hand with the whole goth-boy thing you got going on," Cartman said, eyeing Kenny's skull choker and black clothes. "I know it all fits in, alright? But come on, dude, take a step back and take a long hard fucking look at the situation."
He glared at Kenny, sternly, but the black-clad boy merely gave him that blank, weathered stare that seemed to be a prerequisite for all Goths.
"I know you'd do anything to keep him with you. Fuck, you've already started doing it," Cartman shook his head, but his words made Kenny cringe.
"Yeah, like what?" He shot back, nonchalant and amused, taking another drag on his cigarette.
"Don't act fucking snotteh with me, Kenneh. You and me and half the town know that you didn't dye your hair black just to keep with the whole 'goth' fad, alright?" Cartman growled at him, staring off into the distance angrily. The smoke clouds in front of him increased, like a coal train speeding down the tracks. "You're just fucking luckeh you got blue eyes, or maybe you'd have to get contacts or something."
Kenny's hands clenched into fists, and for a moment he thought he felt like he was going to turn around and punch the other boy. Instead he bit down on his cigarette, hard, and forced himself to relax.
"I don't know what you're talking about…" He said, but it came out strained. Cartman grunted to himself, twisting to point the radios remote through the window and skip "Clove Smoking Catharsis". Kenny heard him mutter something about 'wimpy goth music" before finally settling on "Kill Caustic".
"I swear to God, Kenneh, you got to learn to like some normal music…" Cartman turned back around, looking over at Kenny. The former-blond was trying to make smoke rings in the air, and most likely trying to forget their conversation. Cartman gritted his teeth, fiddling with his studded leather armband a little before finally speaking.
"Look, Kenneh, I know you think I'm just saying this because I don't… 'cause I don't like… fuck, Kenneh," Cartman growled in exasperation, "He's not even doing it for the kicks! I mean, shit, he just needs someone there to fuck around with when he gets in the mood, that's all. As soon as he gets Stan to put his hands in his pants you're out of the fucking picture! You'll be fucking gone, Kenneh, and it won't matter how many times you went when he called you or how many times you waited for hours for him to show up, it won't matter for shit!"
"Shut up," Kenny said, in a voice more controlled than he felt himself being. He stared very hard at a distant point, trying to push Cartman's voice into the background, trying to just make it noise instead of words, something he could ignore.
"No, no, I am not going to shut up, you little fuck, you're going to fucking listen to me," Cartman was really getting riled up, but then he usually did when they breached this subject. Therefore, Kenny found it a relief when his cellphone started ringing, and he answered it without a pause.
"Yo," He hadn't checked the caller ID, but there wasn't any need. There really was only one person who called him anyways.
"Hey babe, what're you doing?" The voice on the other end said cheerfully.
"Uh, I'm just, you know, hanging out…" Kenny started stalling, trying not to say where he really was. And here he'd been relieved to have to answer the phone. Really, why was it that he always got asked that question when he didn't want it to be asked? Not to mention, Cartman was still sitting a few feet away from him, fixing him with a hard-eyed glare that was only made scarier by the fact that the boy had the cigarette in his teeth and was letting the smoke float out his nose. Kenny looked away from him, envisioning Cartman suddenly turning into a dragon and frying him then and there, and tried desperately to think of a workable excuse.
"You're at Cartman's, aren't you." The tone had changed, and the voice was icy now.
"Yeah, yeah, but I was just leaving, actually," Kenny said quickly, scooting back towards the bedroom window. "Yeah, I was going to call you, see if you were home already or not… Are you?"
"I just got back! Man was it awesome, I'll tell you all about it when you get here," The voice was bubbly happy again. Kenny could hear drawers being opened, and something that sounded like cabinet doors opening and closing. "Aw, man, we don't have anything to eat in this house. Babe, can you stop by the store on your way over? Just pick up anything, you know what I like."
"Sure, I'll do that…" Kenny said, a little breathlessly as he crawled in through the window and dropped to the floor. "I'll see you in a few."
"Okay babe, later!"
Kenny flipped his cell shut, moving towards the door as he did so to keep Cartman from trying to grab him, like he did the time before.
"You stupid little fucking bitch, I swear, one day I'm gonna take that fucking cell and throw it in fucking Stark's Pond…" Cartman growled behind him, having followed suit and come back into the room. Instead of following Kenny, he'd stopped at the radio and was changing playlists on the Creative Zen hooked up to it. Kenny paused at the door as Slipknot came blasting on, looked back at the brownhaired boy uncertainly.
"I'll, uh, I'll call you, or something…" he said, hand on the doorknob. Cartman grunted, not turning to look at him.
"Just fuck off Kenneh, I can't even look at you anymore, gawd, you make me fucking sick…" And with that he grabbed the rest of his pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and crawled back out through his window onto the roof.
Kenny sighed, opening the door and heading out into the hallway. Fuck, it really was a bitch trying to please everyone.
The backdoor was open, so Kenny let himself in. The lights in the kitchen were on, as were the ones in the hallway and the living room. He set the bag of snacks on the table and started unpacking it. He could hear someone moving around upstairs.
"Dude, that catch you made totally rocked. No, no way man, nuh-uh… I'm telling you! You were like fucking lightning out there today, I fucking swear…"
Kenny looked up as Kyle rounded the corner. The redhead grinned when he saw him, waved, and Kenny managed a grin back.
"Aw, all right man, say hi to your parents from me… later." Kyle snapped his cell shut, then made his way over to the table to see what Kenny had bought. "Oooo, you got the good Ho-Ho's! I've been looking for them for, like, a month now!"
"Yeah, they just got a shipment…" Kenny said, watching as Kyle opened the box and took out one of the cellophane wrapped cakes. He leaned back against the counter as he ripped open the plastic, taking a bite of the cake with such a heavenly expression of ecstasy that Kenny almost laughed, if not for the fact that it looked totally hot. Low Sugar junk food that tasted as good as the regular kind just had that sort of effect on the boy.
Kenny took the moment to look at him, without having to worry about being caught staring. The redhead was wearing his usual football-game-watching attire, meaning he had on his well-fitted hip huggers, a tight short sleeved raglan (white with dark purple sleeves) that stopped just a few inches above his pant line, and, of course, his lime green ushanka. The last, however, was set aside as soon as Kyle had finished his Ho-Ho and realized he still had it on.
"That was just so fucking amazingly good, you can't even imagine…" He said, walking over to wrap his arms around Kenny's neck. He grinned at him, eyes shining. "Thanks babe."
"No problem…" Kenny answered back, letting his arms rest on the redhead's sides. Kyle was in a good mood, and that was good, as long as Kenny didn't start thinking overly long on why he was in such a good mood. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Oh, yeah, hold on a sec…"
"What?" Kyle asked, curious, as Kenny pushed him away a little and reached into his pocket.
"Here," he said, holding something up. Kyle gasped, grabbing at the little cylinder.
"Ohmaigawd Kenny! Where'd you find this?!" Kyle grinned down at the object with unbridled joy.
"Oh, you know, I just went around to a few places… here and there…" Kenny tilted his head forward, letting his bangs cover his eyes and looking at Kyle from behind them. He decided not to mention just how far and wide those "here and there" places were and instead focus on how adorably cute Kyle looked at the moment.
"Cherry Blast is my favorite!" Kyle almost squealed, like a girl, at that moment, but managed not to. At least, not entirely. Kenny grinned, but fact was fact. Kyle was such a girly boy.
The redhead bounced over to the counter, where he turned the toaster around and used it for a mirror so he could put on the lipgloss. He looked at himself seriously in the makeshift mirror, turning this way and that to make sure it looked good. Finally he stood up and turned to Kenny.
"Whaddya think?" He said, grinning.
"Looks great," Kenny said. Kyle grinned wider.
"You sure?" He asked, stepping closer.
"Definitely," Kenny replied.
Kyle came even closer, leaned in to give Kenny one of those kisses that linger on in the mind for days after. It was hard to focus after, but Kenny somehow managed to find the grey-green of Kyle's eyes. The redhead smiled, almost leering.
"How's it taste?" He asked softly.
"…like cherries…" Kenny answered just as softly. Amusement sparkled through Kyle's eyes, and he laughed as he leaned in again.
Cherry-flavored or not, Kyle's kisses always managed to plow into Kenny like semis and leave him gasping for air. The longer they lasted the harder it was to let go. And when Kyle's hands joined in, traveling up inside Kenny's shirt like they were doing now, and when Kyle's hips moved against his own, grinding crotch against crotch like they were doing now, he was sure he could die from the pounding of his heart.
Kyle pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling as he caught his breath. Kenny had his arms around him, holding fast, unwilling to let go lest the moment was lost for ever.
Kyle didn't say anything, just smiled, a slow, dangerously beautiful smile, and unlatched Kenny's arms from his waist. Holding one of his hands, he pulled Kenny out of the kitchen and led the way upstairs and into his bedroom. Kenny closed the door behind them, clicking the button to lock the door as he did. Kyle let go of his hand, reaching to pull Kenny's shirt off over his head. Kenny let him, just like he let him pull him over and onto the bed. Straddling the blue-eyed boy, Kyle pulled his own shirt off, tossing it aside. Kenny stared up at him in open admiration, taking in the smooth creaminess of his skin and lines of his body. Gray-green eyes shone above him, the fires burning behind them strong enough to burn him if he wasn't careful, and, most of the time, he wasn't.
Kyle's smiled hadn't changed, and now he was running his hands down Kenny's chest, fingers trailing feather light down his stomach. He leaned forward, capturing Kenny's black-painted lips in another earth-shattering, hungry kiss, tongues searching, twisting around each other. Kenny brought one hand up, fingers twining in Kyle's curly hair, the other hand traveling down the middle of his back. Kyle let out a half-moan, working at getting rid of Kenny's belt, his groping fingers, mostly off-target, only making it harder for the other boy to keep his control.
Neither one could wait much longer. Raw emotions flew high, and thoughts began to disappear and fade as time pressed on. Nothing but feeling and action existed at that moment. Nothing but what was happening, then and there, was real. Nothing but them, their bodies, slick with sweat, pushing and moving against each other, fighting for and striving for and racing towards the ultimate epic pinnacle that would resound through to their very souls.