Authors note: Ah, this is going to be a multi-chaptered fic. Main pairing Bunny, secondary pairing SxK. Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated.

WARNING! Explicit content. Do not read if adult material offends. Thank you and have a nice day. )

Chapter 1- Bunny Showers

Seventeen year old Kenny McCormick grunted into his pillow as he thrust his lower body between the spread, smooth legs of Butters Stotch.

They'd been fucking for a week now, and hamburgers, it got better every time. Butters bit into the pillow, practically smothering himself in the satin, his fingers curling around the matted, hot sheets as he moaned. Kenny never liked to do it face to face. He said it was too intimate. Well, Gee, Butters had thought having a cock shoved up your anus was pretty gosh darn intimate, too, but he didn't say so to Kenny. He didn't want him to be sore at him or nothin' and besides, he didn't mind so much.

Luckily for Butters, Kenny was nice enough to give his fellow blonde a reach-around every time they fucked. Doing so ensured pleasure for Butters, which ensured he'd keep coming back, and then just cumming. If this past week was any indication, that pattern needed to continue. In Kenny's opinion, Butters was quite the hot piece of ass. Tight, smooth, and a closet cock-slut once you got him turned on enough.

"K-Kenny," Butters moaned, breathing hard into the mattress. "Let me turn around."

"Can't breathe?" Kenny asked through pants for breath, as if being smothered by a pillow was the only reason someone might not enjoy doggy-style sex. He continued to pump his cock between Butters' ass cheeks, even as he posed the question to him. They were too far along to pause now, in Kenny's opinion.

"Mmn- No, I mean... Aah! Yes I can breathe, b-but I wanna see your face. Mmmnnhh!" Butters choked out a series of moans. It took a lot of hold back to get that request out.

Kenny groaned. He jerked Butters' cock faster in his hand to keep him from speaking too much. Talking and sex didn't go well together unless the talk was dirty. "We'll get a mirror," he said quickly, figuring Butters just wanted to see Kenny's orgasm face, which he could understand.

Kenny pushed forward too fast, and the pressure sent Butters over the ledge. He clung desperately to the bed as his orgasm rocked him, his pleasured cries muffled by the mountain of pillows.

Kenny cried out overtop of Butters, cumming deep inside of him soon after Butters had finished, making his body clench around Kenny's thrusting cock. Kenny also lowered his head and buried it in order to keep the noise down. His hot breath hit Butters' neck, and that was about as close to intimate as they were going to get. They hadn't even kissed, and probably never would. Kenny left that kind of thing to actual couples, which he wasn't into being with people. He was all business. Sometimes literally. Not with Butters though; he always got freebies.

Butters waited patiently for Kenny to catch his breath, then turned over and sat up when the other blonde tore himself away and began tugging his boxers back up over his thighs. Butter shuddered as his eyes lingered over Kenny's lanky physique. "I wanna do it face to face next time." He pouted.

Kenny blinked and raised an eyebrow, trying to stare at Butters quizzically through the darkness. "Why?" he asked.

Butters frowned at the casual coldness in Kenny's voice. He thought Kenny was beautiful, and the real reason he wanted it was because he wanted to watch his face as he moved, to see the pleasure there. He was also hoping Kenny would slip up and accidentally kiss him that way. But he couldn't tell Kenny any of that either; Kenny didn't believe in love. He said so the first time they had sex, and Butters had ask timidly if Kenny loved him. Kenny had snorted a sarcastic laugh in response, rolling his baby blues.

"I don't believe in... love, Butters."

Butters bit his lip now, thinking about it all. He sure felt something an awful lot like love whenever he looked at Kenny. "Because it'd be hot to watch you drill it in to me," he finally said, coming up with an excuse he thought Kenny may find acceptable.

Kenny smirked and put his shirt back on. "I thought so. Yeah, okay," Kenny agreed with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Changing positions keeps it fresh and whatever. Besides, I can't afford a video camera."

Butters felt the sweet taste of victory in his smile. He rubbed his knuckles together, hardly able to wait until next time. With any luck, he'd get a kiss. Kenny's lips sure looked yummy.

Kenny blinked again, wondering why Butters was still sitting there on his bed. They'd finished having sex. The transaction was over. Butters could leave now. That's how booty-calls worked. Maybe the kid was still getting the hang of it? Wanting to clue him in but not rudely kick him out, Kenny bent over and grabbed Butters' discarded clothes up off the floor, tossing them his way. "Here ya go."

They smacked him directly in the face, the zipper catching his tender cheek, but luckily didn't tear the skin. "Ow," he said simply, the melting gaze draining from his eyes as he looked up into Kenny's impatient face. He stood slowly from the bed, holding his cheek and began dressing himself. He always hated this part the most. He never wanted to leave, or he at least wanted Kenny to come with him. But that wasn't allowed either. Kenny didn't want to be friends anymore. He also said THAT the first time; it was a sacrifice they had both made.

"I guess we can do it tomorrow night. If you aren't too sore," Kenny offered.

Butters felt the weight on his shoulders lift a little. He offered a hint of a smile as he finished zipping his pants and reached for his shirt. "Really?"

"Yeah. Why not?" Kenny said, retaining his casual tone of voice all the while. Tired, the dirty blonde plopped down on his cum-soaked mattress, not caring to clean it up.

"I'll be here," Butters promised, finishing with the last of his clothing and stepping into his shoes. He paused at the bottom of the bed, staring at Kenny, who stared back quizzically. Butters was wrapped around him in the next instant, squeezing him in a tight hug. "Thanks, Kenny."

Kenny didn't reject the hug, but he didn't return it either. "Um, you're welcome. No need to thank me, dude. I get something outta this too."

"Can't I stay here tonight?" Butters asked, still clinging to Kenny's neck.

Kenny bit his bottom lip, trying to pick his next words carefully. "...Butters, don't do this."

"I'll be real good. I promise," he begged softly. "I won't bother you or nothin'. I'll stay on my side of the bed."

Kenny sighed. "Butters, I know you aren't exactly...Popular in school. And that probably makes you cling to the few people who hang around you. But I don't do clingy. I like what we've got going, and I wanna keep it going. You know?"

Butters nodded, not trusting to open his mouth and speak. His throat felt thick and swollen with tears. This happened every time. And every time he swore he wouldn't do it again. Kenny wouldn't like it if he had to deal with a mournful goodbye every time, but darn it, Butters couldn't help himself.

"If you wanna keep doing this, you gotta follow the rules." Kenny explained. He then smiled, trying to find something positive to say to his current piece of ass. "I know you know how to follow rules, dontcha? You're great at it."

"Please don't make me go." Tears began falling softly on Kenny's shoulder, warm and salty. Butters trembled gently. "I don't like it when he does it. I like it with you. I wanna stay with you!"

Kenny was once again confused. Butters hadn't full-on cried leaving his bedroom before. At least not to Kenny's knowledge. What was he on about anyway? Kenny's big heart and curious mind momentarily forced him to forget about sending his booty-call home for the night. "Whoa, dude! Calm down. What's going on?"

Butters 'brave' stance faltered, and he fell into Kenny's lap, tucking his face into his chest. His shoulders shook with the quiet sobs that overtook him.

Kenny frowned. This wasn't good, whatever it was. His arms finally found their way around Butters' body, hugging him to try to stop him from shaking. "Um, look. I'm sorry if I...Said something wrong or...Whatever..." Kenny blinked, patting Butters' back. Butters could follow rules. Kenny knew that. Everyone knew that. So, Kenny probably had nothing to worry about. If he broke the rules just this once, what harm would it do? He'd made it clear to Butters what this was on their first night together, and every night he fucked Kenny how Kenny wanted, then got out as soon as it was over. The least Kenny could do was give the poor kid a break after a week straight of good, rule-abiding behavior. Besides, something was clearly wrong.

"You can stay," he muttered softly.

Butters sniffled loudly, keeping still as a rock. "Really?" he asked, unsure. He didn't like people feeling sorry for him, but he didn't want to leave. Kenny felt safe.

"Sure," Kenny agreed, trying to convince himself just as much as Butters. "You were gonna come back tomorrow anyway. Might as well just...Stay over...This time at least. You'll behave. You said so right? So...Whatever."

Butters pulled out of Kenny's arms and crawled his way to the other side of the bed. He didn't want to let go, but that was better than being thrown out. He hugged his knees to his chest and began wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands.

Kenny laid down beside Butters, squirming uncomfortably. He hadn't shared a bed with someone in so long. He wasn't used to the restricted space.

"...You okay?" Kenny asked after a bit.

Butters pulled his hands down, his grayish eyes meeting and holding Kenny's. "Y-yeah," he hiccupped and swallowed back the tears.

Kenny didn't quite believe that. He knew Butters was okay for now, but he also knew Butters hadn't told him everything. He was honest though. With time, he'd probably discuss what was wrong. But was tonight really the night to try and pry that out of Butters?

The boy watched Kenny's face for a moment, marveling at the thoughtfulness in his expression and wondered what he was thinking. Then he realized with horrification that he was probably sore at him for getting tears all over his bed. He swiped them away again, quicker this time, and turned to face the opposite wall. "Nite, Kenny." He murmured into his nails, which he started gnawing loudly on.

"Night," Kenny replied. Reluctantly, he laid down to try to sleep on his half-bed. If Butters was going to try to rest, Kenny knew he should do the same thing. Butters would tell him when he was ready.

And if not, Kenny would find a way to get it out of him..

A cramped, tired Kenny woke up the next morning to find Butters still laying on his bed. He knew Butters had kept his word and slept well last night, and Kenny knew this because he was awake all night to watch Butters do so.

"Hmm," Butters moaned groggily as he squirmed, starting to awaken. He lifting his pale arms above his head and stretched, then let his eyes flutter open. Kenny's face was the first thing that came into view. Butters heart lurched, a warm smile starting to form. But then he noticed dark purple rings under his eyes and the hard-set lines of his face. He didn't look too happy. Butters expression collapsed as he averted his storm-colored eyes.

"Morning," Kenny mumbled tiredly. He stretched as well, sitting up on his bed.

"Morning," Butters murmured back, smashing his knuckles together.

Kenny blinked those crispy sand-like things out of his eyes, just looking at Butters as the foreign concept of sharing a bed settled into his awakening brain.

"You probably don't smell like sex anymore, but if you wanna shower just in case before you leave you can," Kenny offered.

"Are you gonna take one, too?" Butters asked hopefully, sitting up and blinking. He yawned loudly, hating the nasty taste of morning-breath.

"I guess," Kenny said. He'd gotten cum on him the night before. Probably best to wash off the dried evidence.

Butters slid out of bed, wincing at the soreness it caused. Kenny had never done it that hard before, and his body wasn't yet adjusted. "Okay, let's- let's go, then."

"Together?" Kenny questioned. He thought a moment, then got out of bed. "Eh, why not? Saves water. I don't have clothes for you to change into though. I just...Don't have a lot of clothes," he explained.

"Oh, that's alright," Butters said, finally showing off a soft smile. "Why, I could just wear these 'til I- It's safe to go back home."

Kenny nodded and began to strip off his clothing. "I guess you could try to wash 'em too or something."

"Well, what would I wear 'til they were done?" he wondered as he followed Kenny's example and began removing clothes. His eyes locked hard on Kenny as more and more flesh was revealed. He felt the sharp stirrings of arousal begin to gnaw inside his stomach.

"Nothing. Just how I like ya," Kenny remarked.

Butters hands stilled, his pants halfway down his thighs. He felt his cock throb warmly at the words and wondered how thoroughly Kenny had studied his body. Heat flooded both his neck and his stomach alike thinking of such things.

"Let's go," Kenny said. He smacked Butters' ass cheeks as he passed by him and helped the other blonde tug his pants all the way down his legs. Kenny, of course, had only looked at Butters' body enough to determine that he liked it physically and wished to fuck it.

Butters grunted at the playful slap, his eyes widening in slight shock. His dick was flying at half-mass, and he tried not to feel too embarrassed as Kenny's yanking hands revealed it to the cool morning air.

Kenny entered the bathroom with Butters following behind him. He turned the shower water on and adjusted it to his own preferred temperature, forgetting that a second party who may not like that setting would be joining him in the shower today.

Butters clanked his knuckles together as he watched Kenny's bare form prepare the shower, his perfect skin like silk across the slim yet firm muscles beneath. Butters eyes lingered a moment on his shoulders, then drifted to his tight ass. He swallowed down another soft purr just as Kenny stepped inside the cubicle of the shower. Butters followed quickly after.

Kenny still knew something was bothering Butters from the night before, but what? Butters said he "didn't like it when he does it." Was he a boyfriend, maybe? Kenny didn't want to force that conversation. Not yet at least. If Butters told him, fine. If Kenny decided he needed to know, or if Butters continued to be clingy like this, he'd get the information out of him soon enough. For now, Kenny decided to make the most of the shared shower.

"You got some morning wood going," he observed as he lathered up his body.

"H'yeah," Butters laughed nervously, feeling himself swell even bigger as he watched Kenny smooth the bar of soap across his skin. "Could I... Uh.. w-wash you?"

Kenny blinked, thinking it over. Wash him? That was iffy. It could be a kinky excuse to grope skin, but it could also be perceived as romantic. "Would you get me off while you're doing it?" he asked, deciding to make it clear what kind of bathing he wanted and keep things balanced just right.

"W-well, yeah, isn't that the point?" Butters shot back. Sure, he had heart-palpitations for Kenny, but heck, he was human too. He liked wieners, especially Kenny's, and getting him off was one of his favorite things to do.

Phew! That was a relief for Kenny to hear. For a second there he thought maybe Butters had forgotten the sexual nature of their relationship. It looked like the boy was back to normal now, and this made Kenny happy both in his head and between his legs. He handed Butters the soap, then reached down to massage Butters' hardon as the lighter blonde took over the washing.

Butters' breath hissed contentedly through his teeth. He smoothed the slippery bar of uniform white soap up Kenny's chest, covering his skin in a rich lather. He circled one of the corners against Kenny's nipple, teasing it to a pert pink bud. This was the first time Kenny had actually let him caress his body. The only other place he'd been allowed to touch was his dick. His balls once, but usually Kenny had him facedown on the mattress before it ever got that far.

Kenny moaned. "Lower," he instructed softly, his hand still teasing Butters' penis. Kenny was surprised to find that he enjoyed the nipple play. Perhaps he'd have to experiment in more of it once he found the appropriate clamps. Butters was a bit too good at it though, and managed to further stimulate Kenny's cock in the process. Now he wanted that part paid attention to, and seeing that this act wasn't supposed to be intimate, why continue to wash what you didn't have to? His free hand took one of Butters' hands by its wrist, guiding it downward.

Butters lathered his soapy hand against Kenny's member, leaning closer into him, his chest heaving deeply.

Kenny moaned as the warm water rained down on the horny teens' bodies. His eyes closed as the pleasure washed over him just as quickly as the shower's water was doing. Butters was quite skilled with his hands. Kenny stroked back, trying to return the favor. Kenny's pre-cum began to release onto Butters' hand as the suds of soap were washed away.

"Mmmnnn, K-Kenny, suck me," Butters demanded, then blushed at the request. It'd somehow slipped out without him knowing.

"Mm, sure," Kenny agreed with a smirk. He could give just as well as he could get, and getting off your partner kept them eager to please you right back. Kenny dropped to his knees in the shower, taking Butters' hard dick between his lips, slurping eagerly at the head as he cupped Butters' balls.

He hissed his approval, a tiny swear whispering from his lips. He didn't often like to cuss; it got him grounded too much. But gee, Kenny was so good at this stuff he couldn't help it! It felt like his mouth was made specifically to pleasure Butters cock. He leaned into the sensation, his fingers sifting through Kenny's water-soaked hair.

Kenny hungrily enveloped all of Butters' flesh. Soon his eyes were only able to make out Butters' wet stomach and the steam filling the bathroom. Kenny's mouth tightened around the penis before he slowly retracted his lips, dragging his tongue along the underside of Butters' shaft. Kenny dove back in and then repeated the action, again and again as he massaged Butters' nuts. Kenny was glad to have his favorite little slut seemingly back to normal, and showed his appreciation for their convenient no-strings arrangement through a skillful blowjob.

Butters' head lolled back against the blue tiles lining the showers wall. The stream of warm water hit against his face, trickling down his chest and stomach until it reached the base of his hardness. It followed Kenny's mouth with every downward stroke, mingling with the wetness of his mouth. The sensation made the motions more sleek, more pleasurable. Butters moaned loudly when Kenny's gentle sucking became more defined and loud, wet suction noises began filling the tiny cell. "Oh, geeeee, Kennnny..." he groaned.

Kenny released Butters' balls, his hands deciding instead to greedily roam the lighter blonde's form, groping at his thighs, hips and finally, ass. He bobbed his head along the entire length of Butters' manhood, taking it all the way in to the back of his throat. Kenny sucked Butters dry, quick and firm, as though he were starving to taste cum, knowing his own reciprocation would come soon enough.

Butters cried out, sputtered against the spray of water, and turned his head downward. He pried his heavy eyelids apart, watching Kenny's blonde bangs pressed against his stomach. Kenny's suction tightened, and Butters' eyes closed as he cried out again and came hard down Kenny's throat. Christ, there was a lot of it. It seemed miraculous he could have accumulated so much when they had gone at it so many hours the previous night.

Kenny happily swallowed every drop of Butters' release. He winked up at him and squeezed his ass as he finally pulled his mouth away from the softening cock with one last post-orgasmic suckle.

"Mmm...Yummy" Kenny remarked as he stood back up in the shower.

Butters leaned instinctively against him, bringing their wet bodies skin to skin. He heaved a few trembling breaths, then shuddered. "You're real good at that, Kenny."

"Thanks," Kenny remarked nonchalantly. "What can I say? Practice makes perfect. So...Guess it's my turn."

"Kiss me," Butters pleaded, tightening his arms around Kenny's perfectly narrowed torso. He pushed himself up on his toes, leaning forward with puckered lips as he closed in on Kenny's face. Kenny leaned back, turning his face abruptly to avoid the potential affection. Butters caught the side of his throat instead, dropping a light half-kiss against the moist skin; the first kiss Butters had ever dared to press anywhere on Kenny. Why, kissing was well against the rules. No kissing at all. Anywhere. Kisses weren't needed, Kenny had said. But Butters wanted it. He had thought this special kind of friendship they shared was making them closer, but maybe he was wrong. "Please?" he asked, his voice softening with the rejection.

Kenny frowned, his head still turned away. Now he was starting to see how all those pieces of ass he chased to no avail felt. Butters was apparently chasing love the way Kenny chased sex. In a weird way it gave them something in common. Kenny could both understand and respect Butters' efforts as a result of that similarity, but he just wasn't willing to go there. Bless Butters' heart for trying, though.

"I don't wanna kiss," Kenny said, his tone as soft and respectful as he could manage to make it. "...And it's my turn, so I shouldn't have to do something I don't wanna do," he reasoned quickly to justify the rejection. He didn't want the mood to die before he got off.

"Well, why the heck not?" Butters asked boldly, still not releasing his victim. "Are you scared I'll get saliva in your mouth or somethin'? It'd be kinda silly to worry about germs now, when you just went and swallowed up all my spooge."

Kenny turned back to look at Butters, sighing. "Butters, kisses aren't for people like us. That's for people who date each other. And we don't date; We fuck. Do you understand?"

Butters' nose scrunched in distaste. He didn't much like that answer; it still didn't give him what he wanted. No dating was just another of his stinky rules, so they couldn't very well do that so he could get that kiss. Well, hamburgers...This wasn't shaping up to be a very good day.

"W-well what about all them other people you fool around with? Do you kiss them? 'Cause I don't think I should be no different than that."

"I don't want you to be different than them either," Kenny agreed, though he was referring to wanting an equal lack of attachment. "I promise, I deny them the same stuff if they ask for it."

Put that way, Butters decided maybe he did want to be different from the others. He wanted kisses and snuggles, and he realized suddenly that he wanted them all for himself. He chewed his lip contemplatively, mulling that over a bit before looking back up into Kenny's patient blue gaze. "Am I your favorite one?"

Kenny closed his ocean-blue eyes and groaned slightly. He didn't like this conversation one bit. He thought Butters was back to normal, but apparently not. Butters appeared to once again be losing sight of what mattered most. Namely, hot, meaningless sex! Kenny decided to pick up the soap and resume the actual shower as long as they were being forced to talk. Yuck!

"No fair. That's like asking someone who their favorite kid is."

Without Kenny's warm body to hold onto, Butters meshed his knuckles together. A flight of worry and jealousy wavered over him, churning his stomach. Kenny didn't like him no more than he liked the others, and from what Butters knew, he didn't like them much. He'd once heard Kenny talking about Clyde—one of his regulars—and saying that he hated the douche bag and only put up with him because he was so full of himself he got off on how well he could get Kenny off, and it was pretty darn well. If Kenny thought of all of his lovers the same, why then that meant besides sex, he hated Butters, too. He felt the first stirrings of tears stinging the bottom rim of his eyes, but quickly sniffled them away. Well, if Kenny didn't like him none he could start making himself try harder, that way Kenny won't get tired of him. But if Kenny didn't like him, why maybe he shouldn't be there at all. He bit harder into his lip, starting when Kenny turned back to look at him again.

Kenny blinked, noticing Butters' silence. He wasn't sure how to handle it, so he just as quietly stuck out the soap, offering it to the other boy if he still needed to wash anything.

Butters clanked his knuckles a few more times, then reached out and took the soap gently, careful not to make any contact with Kenny's fingers. Any kind of touching unless it was sexual wasn't usually allowed either, and he had already broken too many rules. He kept his eyes lowered, not sure if the "no face to face" rule applied to every day instances too. Maybe Kenny hated him too much to even look at him. "Please don't be sore at me, Kenny. I'll be good now." He turned to face the other way, gingerly soaping himself down.

Kenny smiled, oblivious to just how much Butters was suffering. How much he thought Kenny disliked him. "Don't worry about it dude. I'm not mad at ya. And even if I were, I can't stay mad at the people who fuck me."

Butters said nothing in response, focusing instead on swallowing down the bitter taste of rejection and tears that had welled up in his throat. He quickly scrubbed himself down with the uniform white soap, did a sloppy, half-hearted job with the fat, pink dollop of shampoo he squirted on his head, and quickly rinsed himself off—all without looking at or touching Kenny. He kept his eyes downward as he finally turned to the other boy, not yet leaving the shower.

"W-well, I guess it's your turn then. How do you want me? Blowjob? Handjob? Quicky?"

Kenny shrugged. He didn't care as long as he got off. Butters was good at all those acts in Kenny's opinion. Kenny remembered Butters' request to face him the next time they had sex. Kenny decided it would be best to get that over with. He could use it as a way of smoothing things over. Kenny was no longer sure if Butters' intention behind that request was one of lust or romance, but the dirty blonde's cock was too hard to care anymore. Kenny had surely made himself clear.

"Your ass up for another pounding? We could go back to the bed. Do some missionary..." he offered.

A flash of fear shot through Butters stomach. He glanced fleetingly at Kenny's face, then away, terrified he'd seen his panic. He'd wanted it face to face since forever, and wouldn't you know, Kenny finally wanted to do it when Butters wasn't sure he could keep the tears in during the act. He folded his arms across his chest, finally feeling self-conscious about his nakedness. Maybe it was better to never be face to face. Well, that'd just make it harder for Butters to leave afterward; harder for him not to want to kiss. And besides, maybe it was Butters face that made Kenny hate him so much in the first place. His face had certainly got him grounded plenty. "Well, if it's alright with you, ah... K-kenny, I don't think that's a very good idea. We should probably just stick to the rules.

Kenny's eyebrows rose, confused by this change of heart. Normally he might question why Butters would refuse the act he'd been pushing so hard for, but Kenny was too busy thinking with his dick at the moment. Besides, Butters was kind of girlie. Maybe he changed his mind randomly like a lot of women did?

"Okay. Blowjob it is then," Kenny decided. It'd allow him instant pleasure with no risk of getting caught returning to the bedroom. Plus, he'd done it for Butters. Returning the favor only seemed fair.

Butters dropped to his knees without hesitation. He smashed his knuckles a few times, then plunged forward, slurping half of Kenny's hardness into the warmth of his mouth. Butters held onto Kenny's thigh for leverage and brought the other hand up to enclose the base of his member. He pumped his hand in time with his vigorous sucking. For once he was eager to get this over with. The little blonde was feeling like he'd long overstayed his welcome.

It wasn't a very good feeling at all.

Kenny moaned out as Butters sucked him off with an urgent passion Kenny hadn't been expecting. He hushed himself quickly and gasped as he watched more and more of his organ disappear inside of Butters' mouth. Maybe Kenny had made this boy love dick? Whatever it was motivating Butters, it felt nice. Of course, anything would feel nice to Kenny's member right about now. It craved warm friction, and it was damn sure getting it. Kenny pressed his back to the shower wall and touched Butters' shoulders for balance, careful not to slip as he was pleasured.

Butters shrugged off the mushy warmth that threatened to consume him when Kenny gently pressed his hands against his shoulders. That was just about enough of that nonsense. He had to focus. He slipped his mouth down Kenny's member, stroking the underside with his tongue along the way. His lips wrapped tightly around the head as he continued to suck with hard, thick pulls. His other hand continued to stoke the shaft in tight, long, fast motions.

Kenny's moans continued to bounce off the shower walls. "Goddamn," he muttered, not expecting such a vigorous oral attack on his genitals. Not that he minded it of course. Kenny's knees went a bit weak as his pre-cum filled Butters' mouth. His hips jerked forward, driving his crotch into Butters' boyish face.

Kenny liked it rough. Oh boy, did he. Butters had grown used to a permanently sore bottom when Kenny had decided to add him to his lineup. Some twisted part of him enjoyed it; it was a good reminder to him that his times spent with Kenny weren't still useless fantasies. But if there was a sure-fire way to end this quick, Butters knew exactly what it was. He reached the hand resting idle on Kenny's thigh around to his ass. He gave a nice loud smack against the skin, which shoved Kenny's length in the back of his mouth, and then added a few raunchy squeezes.

Kenny gasped when he felt the hand strike his wet flesh. This new side of Butters was proving to be quite a turn on. Once fully inside Butters' mouth, Kenny began to buck his hips, his balls bouncing off Butters' chin.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck!" Kenny exclaimed as he drove himself as far in as he could, and then tried to go a little deeper despite the physical limitations. His pent-up lust finally exploded with a hard push, spilling his sex into Butters' hungry mouth.

He held Kenny in his mouth until he had finished pulsing, suckling like he were trying to pull water through a hose. He felt Kenny go slack against the wall and knew that was his cue. He pulled back and wiped his mouth, removing the bit of ejaculate he hadn't managed to swallow and wordlessly left the shower. No touching this time. No asking if he did all right. No begging for a kiss. He toweled off quickly and began pulling his discarded M&M boxers up his legs.

Kenny remained pressed to the shower wall, recovering from his powerful release. He finally regained his senses and had the presence of mind to turn the still-running shower off. If necessary, Kenny decided, he would blame the huge water bill on his sister somehow. He finally peeled himself off the wall, toweled off, and realized that Butters' odd behavior was continuing. That kid wasn't the blow and go type, and doing so after begging for a sleepover a few short hours before seemed even more bizarre. Kenny re-entered his bedroom, throwing on some random clothes that were clean but also wrinkled.

"Hey Butters-"

Kenny's words were interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door.

"Kenny?" Stuart called through the door. "Your friend's dad's here."

The sound of Butters zipping his fly seemed to echo in his ears a split second before he yelled out, "My DAD?! Oh, Sweet Jesus!" He flung himself instinctively toward Kenny, stopping short just inches of embracing Kenny's naked waist. His arms remained frozen, poised to cling as he titled his head slowly up to look at Kenny's face, eyes wide in alarm. Kenny's detached gaze made him snap his arms quickly back down to his sides. His chin touched his chest as he closed his eyes, trying to breathe. "S-sorry." He whispered, inching away as his knuckles began their bump and grind.

Kenny frantically threw on a pair of jeans to keep appearances normal. Now he didn't have time to talk to Butters afterward as he'd planned. Oh well. He'd surely see him tomorrow. "I'll see ya at school, okay?" he said as his parting to the other blonde.

Butters kept his eyes closed tight, willing himself to melt into the carpet and disappear forever. He'd rather gnaw his own leg off than go home, but if he didn't leave, Kenny might not let him back at all. There wasn't a lesser of two evils here; but his purpose had been served. He was no longer welcome. He bit his lip hard, successfully swallowing his mounting tears and let out a long, shuddering exhale. He opened his eyes, took another breath for strength and bravely exited the small room. He closed the door gingerly, offering no parting words in return.

Back in the bedroom, Kenny brought fingers to his dirty-blonde hair. Perplexed by Butters' mixed messages, he could only scratch his head. "Huh..."

The thoughts were quickly pushed out of Kenny's mind when his finally empty bed began calling him to catch up on sleep.

"Butters!" Stephen exclaimed once they were safely outside of the McCormick residence and in their car headed for home.

Butters jumped, cringing at the rough edges of his father's voice. "Y-yes, sir?" He bit down on his nails, a habit he'd taken to only recently.

"You should've told your mother or I you were planning on spending the night! We were worried sick!"

"Yes- yes, sir," he stammered, though on the inside, he felt bitter. Worried, my butt, he thought angrily. They were just sore they didn't have no one to yell at but each other last night.

"Well this time I'll only ground you for the rest of the weekend, but don't push it. Have you had breakfast?"

He paused to consider the nutritional value of Kenny's spooge and finally shook his head. "No, sir."

Stephen grinned and made a sharp left turn at the next light. He liked Butters' answer. "Let's get you fed," Stephen said. His tone was almost zombie-like. He was very focused on something. Distant. His voice just above a whisper.

Butters immediately caught on, and his heart quickened in terror. He was sure he wasn't up to another helping of cum this morning. He fidgeted and glanced out the window, wondering how painful it actually was to jump out of a moving vehicle. Of course, that would only get his grounding extended, and the more he was grounded the more he had to put up with being home. Near him. "Hamburgers," he quipped, sinking low into his bucket seat and wishing he hadn't made Kenny cum so much, or that he'd at least spit it out.

Stephen slowly removed one hand from the steering wheel. He reached over to rest it gingerly on his son's lap, Stephen wasn't yet touching him. Not exactly. More like getting a thrill out of being so close to inappropriate areas. He brushed his hand back and forth, knowing the friction would result in a hard-on whether it was desired by the boy or not.

Butters closed his eyes, imagining a different pair of hands touching him. Softer, gentler hands; less greedy. Kenny may be a no good, stinkin' slut, but even at his roughest he was still a sensitive lover. At least he cared if it felt good for whoever he was pounding. At least he never made him bleed. Butters shivered, thinking of the warmth of Kenny's body moving against his. It took longer than usual, what with the massive amount of semen that had exploded just for Kenny not long ago, but he finally felt a stirring in his pants.

Luckily for Butters, Stephen didn't question why it took him longer to harden. The sick older male didn't mind having to touch Butters for a longer length of time. The car took a "short cut" as Stephen called it down a dirt road. An all-night diner was open nearby, but of course they wouldn't be stopping there first. They never did.

TO BE CONTINUED

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-Buttered-Popcorn