Chapter 7-Oops!

Kenny was finally ripped from Butters' side that Monday. He needed to return to school along with Kyle and Stan. Butters didn't go since he was supposed to be missing, but it was likely he'd return to both school and his mother's very soon. For now though, Kenny was happy to pick up Butters' assignments for him during his lunch hour.

Bebe found him as he was exiting the science room, flirty and horny as she usually was. She'd taken an extra hour to dress this morning, making sure her clothes were extra slutty and her lips were extra shiny. The scent of citrus fruit perfumed her overly-done hair. "Kenny, Hi," She purred the moment he stepped out.

"Hey Bebe" Kenny replied. He smiled and acknowledged her politely, but he wasn't in the mood to bone her at the moment. His mind was focused on Butters and making sure he'd receive all the work he was missing.

"What'cha got there?" She asked, moving closer to allow him the privilege of looking down her shirt, and frowned when he seemed to not even notice she was wearing a very flattering push-up bra. Bebe's behavior suggested she'd forgiven Kenny for the other day. Or at least that she was willing to put it aside for the time being in order to achieve a nice orgasm.

"Homework" Kenny replied simply. "But now I've gotta get some lunch."

Bebe immediately fell into step beside him, looping her arm through his. "Want to skip straight to dessert? I'm craving sugar," she said, giggling at herself.

"No thanks. I'm seriously hungry," he said. He looked down at their linked arms and blinked curiously. "What's with the PDA?"

Bebe failed miserably to keep the pout off her face. "Butters was sitting on your lap yesterday, why can't you escort a lady to the lunch room?"

Kenny frowned. Bebe had a good point. Kenny tried to treat all of his toys equally when it came to matters of the heart and the bed, but lately he'd been making exceptions for Butters. Part of that was pity over the Stephen situation, but Kenny had been breaking his rules since before he'd had any idea about that stuff. Bebe knew it, and was now trying to get on equal ground. Fuck. Kenny still hadn't even sorted out his feelings for Butters in all of the molestation chaos. Whatever he felt, though, he knew there was no way he could handle treating all of his toys the way he'd been treating Butters lately. The emotions. The passionate sex. It would kill him trying to pull it off with everyone. In fact, Kenny hadn't even thought of anyone but Butters in a very long time. Maybe that meant it was time to get new human sex toys. Or, just stick to one like everyone else did.

"Butters is different now."

"Different," she said, her tone clearly mocking. "Oh, he's 'different' alright. A regular freak-show. You need a woman, Kenny."

Kenny stopped in his tracks. He removed his arm from Bebe's. "You don't understand. There's a lot going on right now. He just...needs me okay?"

"But I need you, too!" Bebe cried in outrage. "God, do you have ANY idea how long it's been since I've had a REAL orgasm?"

You've never had a real orgasm because you've never made love, Kenny thought. He then addressed the girl out loud. "Yeah well, I seriously think my dick doesn't work lately anyway. You should go find Clyde. Me and Butters don't do him anymore and he's pretty big. He could probably get the job done for you."

"What do you mean it doesn't work anymore?" She practically growled. If Kenny McCormick's dick didn't work anymore, it'd cause a serious drought between her legs.

Kenny began walking again, not caring if Bebe followed him or not. He wanted lunch, dammit. The frizzy blonde trailed behind him though.

"I haven't been able to get hard with Butters for a couple days now, and I haven't really thought about fucking anyone else, so I figure something's gotta be wrong down there."

"So I'll fix it," She said helpfully, smiling again. This was good news to her; she had worried a moment that the slut Butters had somehow tricked him into commitment. "Come on, Kenny. You going a few days without getting off? Has that ever happened before? It can't be healthy to just let it build that way."

"What about my rules?" Kenny questioned. "You said the other day that you like me and whatever. That kinda changes things between us." It was all fun and games before, but Bebe had let emotions get in the way of great no-strings sex. Butters had done the same, but Kenny had managed to keep things on a physical level with him for a while until he'd caved recently. Bebe, he suspected, would be impossible to pull the same thing off with. Still, the offer was tempting....

"It doesn't have to change anything if you don't want it to," Bebe decided eagerly. If nothing else, Bebe could at least keep him coming back to her because she wasn't clingy.

Kenny entered the lunch line. Ahead of him, he saw other couples standing in line together. They were obviously together because of their body language. Long stares, linked hands, etc. Kenny frowned slightly.

"You know I think you're hot, but I'm starting to think maybe there's more to life than sex lately. Sorry sweetie."

"With a guy?" She asked brazenly, scoffing. "You were just worried I'd want MORE than just sex, and now you're saying it's what you want? Make up your mind here!"

Kenny looked at Bebe. Enough Mister Nice Guy.

"You know I love your pussy. It's nothing personal, but the truth is I just don't want more than sex with you. Me and Butters have something going on that I don't have with anyone else, whatever it is, and I like it. Like I said, he needs me, so please go find another dick to ride. You'll have no shortage of interested guys."

Bebe froze in shock, her jaw hanging open as she watched Kenny move further down the lunch line. Did he just fucking DUMP her?! There was no WAY she was going to let that happen! Kenny was the hottest guy in school...In South Park...Hell, possibly the whole world! She couldn't lose him. WOULDN'T lose him. Especially not to that guy stealing bimbo, Butters Stotch!

"I'm pregnant!" She called out, not thinking at all. Luckily no one seemed to pay any attention. Her heart restarted when she saw Kenny freeze with his hand curled around a custard cup of tapioca.

Kenny slowly turned his head back toward the girl. His appetite was now gone. "What?" His eyebrows rose with concern.

Somehow, she was able to keep the gloating, satisfied smirk off her face. She put on her best "nervous" face and wrung her hands together. "I found out this morning."

"Is it mine?" Kenny asked out of reflex, not even caring if the question offended the girl. She knew damn well she was a slut.

In fact, Bebe was such a slut she didn't even remember to pause to feel offended. She simply nodded. "There hasn't been anyone else in months, Kenny." A lie. A damn lie. "I forgot to pick up more BC pills before I ran out and I missed about a week of them. That's when we screwed around in the locker room. Remember?"

"Shit," Kenny said. He nervously ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

Bebe closed the small distance between them, taking one of his hands in hers and squeezing it tightly. "It's gonna be okay, though," she promised, smoothing back a lock of his hair. "we're great together, Kenny. We're gonna have the best looking kid in Colorado."

Kenny sighed. 'Gonna have the best looking kid in Colorado.'? Fuck! That meant she was keeping it. So much for Kenny's follow-up question. The question that followed that one was obvious.

"Well how the hell are we supposed to handle our hot-looking kid?"

"Well, you know..." She said, not quite so sure herself. "Bottles and stuff. We can put a cute little hat on it! And if it's a boy, we can name him Kenny Jr!"

Kenny face-palmed with his free hand. A cute hat?! Kenny Junior?! How about money Bebe! Stupidity like that was why Kenny always far preferred Bebe's mouth sucking his dick rather than trying to make conversation with him.

Bebe smiled obliviously, using Kenny's moment of "weakness" to wrap her arms around his waist. "And being pregnant means we can have all the barebacked sex we want. It's not like we have to worry now."

Kenny pulled his hand away from his face. He once again removed Bebe's touchy hands from his person. "Bebe! Goddamn, we aren't playing house here! This is serious shit!"

Bebe frowned. He was right, in a way. She seriously needed to get him loosened up so she could get herself knocked up with his kid before he found out there was no baby. "Well, of course it is. I'm just trying to see the bright side of this. You don't think this is freaking me out, too? It's inside of ME, not you! Imagine how I'm feeling right now!"

Kenny forced himself to calm down. As far as he knew, this was very tough on Bebe. Was that why she was being so clingy lately? Well, it was that coupled with her desire to be with him romantically, Kenny guessed. His stomach began to hurt, and not from his continued hunger. This situation sucked royally, and Kenny was honestly at a loss for words for now. He handed Bebe his pudding cup instead.

"Here. You need this more than me. Look, I gotta go okay? I'll call you or something."

Kenny turned and walked off. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't know anything right now. He just knew that he needed time to think. Think, walk, and hopefully get hit by a truck along the way so he wouldn't have to deal with any of this.

Deep in thought, Kenny stared up at his bedroom's ceiling that afternoon. In his mind's eye, he saw a baby mobile spinning above his head. Crib bars surrounded his bed, trapping him like prison bars. He could hear the piercing cry of his unborn offspring filling his ears, bringing on a headache. As Kenny clutched his overstressed skull, Butters entered the bedroom.

"Kenny!" He cheered with sunny enthusiasm, and dove on top of him for a hug. No matter how strained things were in Butters life, he was always happy when he was with Kenny. "I've been lookin' everywhere for you! I was gettin' kinda worried, you know."

"Sorry," Kenny apologized weakly. He returned the hug out of reflex and distracted himself by focusing on Butters and his current life problems, which when put into perspective made an impending birth not seem like the end of the world to Kenny. "How you doing?"

"Wah-well, I'm great now that I found you," he answered, nuzzling playfully against Kenny's throat.

"Thanks. I got your homework."

Butters was trailing kisses up the side of his neck and over his jaw. "Homework can wait," he breathed, closing his lips over Kenny's.

Kenny's eyes widened. His body shivered with delight at the feeling of Butters' loving kisses. He could sure use those right about now. Kenny's arms found their way around Butters' body, happily cuddling the other boy on top of himself as his lips pressed back against the affectionate blonde, his hands gently rubbing along Butters' back.

Butters sighed contentedly seconds before slipping his tongue past Kenny's lips. His member was inflating at the rate of a balloon being filled with helium as Kenny's tongue answered his probes. Butters was clutching his hips and finally loosened a hand, sneaking it under the hem of Kenny's shirt.

Kenny once again responded in kind, slowly gliding his fingers along the other boy's smooth flesh until he'd reached Butters' nipples. Kenny released a moan as he gave Butters a loving, circular rub along his pink nubs.

Butters froze, his tongue still pressed against Kenny's as he let out a loud grunt into his mouth, then went back to kissing as his breathing escalated. He began tugging at the loose end of Kenny's belt.

Kenny sighed and broke apart the liplock. He removed his hands from inside of Butters' shirt and brought them down to cease his lover's actions with the belt. "Not right now."

"Yes, now," Butters whispered, bringing their lips together again. He wasn't usually one to talk back, but heck, it had been days since they'd done anything, and Butters was getting pretty frustrated sexually. Every time he tried something, Kenny said "not right now", and darn if Butters wasn't tired of it.

Kenny pulled his lips back once more, which forced Butters to orally attack his neck and ear lobe instead. "Seriously dude, my dick's broken right now. You know I don't turn down sex, so this is like a really big thing."

"Let me fix it." Butters smoothed his hand across the front of Kenny's pants, trying desperately to get some sort of reaction out of him.

Kenny groaned. He was both aroused and uncomfortable. He reached down and stopped Butters' over the pants handjob, taking hold of Butters' hand lovingly instead.

"I don't...I don't feel right doing this," Kenny explained with a sigh.

"Why not?" Butters asked sadly, though a bit out of breath. "Did I do somthin' wrong?"

"It's not you; It's your dad," Kenny elaborated, his tone just as sad. "You've always been a great lay for me. I figured you were so good 'cause you had a lot of pent up sexual energy. But then seeing your dad doing that to you...Knowing that that's where you learned it all from...I don't feel right touching you after that. You know?"

"Nuh uh." Butters shook his head, still sprawled out on top of Kenny, their faces just inches apart. "I don't know at all. With him I'ah... I just closed my eyes and pretended you tellin' me it would all be over soon. Whatever I learned, I learned from you, Kenny." He smiled softly, letting that sink in a moment before worming his hand out of Kenny's and moving it down to work open his jeans.

Kenny smiled as Butters successfully worked his zipper downward. That was a good point. Butters wouldn't exactly be taking notes on how to become a better lover from his dad. Butters enjoyed sex with Kenny. He willingly participated in it and gave his best efforts during it. Efforts that Kenny missed a great deal, especially after they'd started actually making slow, passionate love together.

"Mmm....Well when you put it like that...."

Kenny's lips found Butters'. His hand quickly returned the favor and undressed Butters' crotch.

Butters sighed contentedly into Kenny's mouth, his hand blindly seeking and finding Kenny's member and pulling it through the hole in his boxers. His fingers played teasingly against it, patiently working him up. Butters himself was already fully sprung, more than ready to get this show on the road. His libido soared just as high as Kenny's, and a few days without a release was just way too many, boy howdy. He sure was horny.

Kenny's comfort level quickly returned to normal, which for him also meant horny as hell when he was around Butters' hot body. He still had the baby issue to deal with, but for now he'd gladly welcome a distraction from that mess. Especially a sexual one with the guy he was getting closer with whether he liked it or not.

Back at Kyle's house Stan was once again visiting. He no longer had to hang around for Butters' sake, especially since Butters wasn't currently there, but Stan could never stay away from his boyfriend for too long. He currently had Kyle held in his arms with Kyle's head comfortably placed on Stan's shoulder, his fingers brushing through the other boy's red locks.

Kyle felt his eyes start to droop and quickly widened them, blinking to keep himself awake, then yawned softly and nuzzled against Stan's shirt. "I think this is the first time in over a month we've been alone and haven't screwed around," he commented idly, tracing a finger over Stan's wrist. "Besides when Butters was here."

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Stan agreed. He leaned his head down and kissed Kyle's forehead. "How's his case going anyway?"

"His dad confessed everything, but they still want to hear from Butters before they sentence him," Kyle answered easily. "He's still in recovery right now, so the court date isn't set."

"Damn," Stan replied. "Butters is too nice. After he talks they'll probably let the asshole off easy."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Kyle admitted, his gentle caressing coming to a stop as he thought about it. "Five years, Stan, and none of us had a clue what was happening. What if they let him go and he keeps doing it? He knows exactly how to manipulate Butters. That's probably why he was so willing to confess. He knows Butters will protect him."

Stan sighed. "It really puts things into perspective doesn't it? I mean, I used to think my family sucked ass. But you hear about something like that happening to someone you know and...Damn, dude...."

Kyle bit his lip, contemplating. "But you know... in a twisted way I think maybe this has been kind of good for Kenny. He's changed so much just in the last week. I mean, he genuinely cares about Butters. More than getting laid."

"I know. He can really keep it in his pants when he has to. Remember at breakfast the other day? Kenny was all over him, but in a loving sorta way."

Kyle laughed. "Yeah, it was kind of nauseating, wasn't it?"

"About as sickening as what we're doing now," Stan agreed with a smile.

"You're right. I think this is the gayest thing you've ever done." Kyle paused to considered their current situation; snuggled up together with all their clothes on and nothing but loving pets and kisses all night. Kyle knew he loved Stan and he knew Stan loved him back, but he couldn't help but feel something was starting to change between them again, and not in a bad way. Something was becoming deeper between them, and that was scary as fuck. He frowned thoughtfully, wishing he knew exactly what it was and what was going to happen once the transformation was complete. He wondered if Stan could feel it, too. "You think maybe we're too paranoid?"

"I think we're too a lot of things," Stan answered honestly. "Too scared. Too uptight. And yeah, too paranoid."

Kyle hesitated, then sat up. "Butters was sitting on Kenny's lap in the cafeteria the other day, and no one seemed to think anything of it. I mean, sure, Kenny's the premiere tramp of Colorado, but would anyone really care if we didn't care and just..." he paused to shrug. "let it show?"

"Some people maybe....But I don't think I care anymore. If a guy like Butters can be brave enough to sit on Kenny's lap in public, we can do it too."

"You're not worried about... Wendy?"

"Wendy scares the shit out of me," Stan admitted matter-of-factly. "But she'll get over it. Besides, there's two of us, and I think you can fight just as good as she can."

"Thanks, Stan," Kyle said, lathering on the sarcasm. "But whether I can take Wendy on or not doesn't really matter, because I'll always be able to beat your ass at everything."

"Sounds like a challenge to me," Stan said.

Kyle shrugged, trying to hide his smile. "Just remember that the winner gets to top, and that rule applies to anything you feel up to challenging me on, so make sure your ass is up for it before you make any bets."

"If it weren't, you wouldn't make me go through with it anyway. You'd be nice and settle for a handjob or something. But that doesn't matter because I'm going to win! I still say you cheated me on basketball last time."

"I said I could beat you at everything, I never said I played fair." He crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out playfully.

Stan stuck his own tongue out in response, brushing it against Kyle's. He wrapped his lips around the pink organ and momentarily sucked it before pulling back and breathing against Kyle's lips as he spoke. "I'll remember that."

Kyle whimpered helplessly. It seemed the one thing Kyle could never fairly win or cheat his way out of was Stan's ability to tease him. One touch and he was willing to admit defeat.

"I love you Kyle."

Kyle reacquainted their lips with a soft moan and pulled himself into Stan's lap. "You win," he said, his voice a whispered ghost, and pressed against him for another kiss.

Stan returned the kiss, and the moan. He bit softly on Kyle's bottom lip as his penis grew larger from the contact. He suspected Kyle's was acting similarly. Stan's hands found Kyle's ass and squeezed it as their mouths parted once more.

"Nope. If you want me, you have to work for it. Go get your ball and your workout clothes. And don't lose on purpose 'cause I'll know. When it's over you can have me no matter who wins, but not before. I wanna beat you for real, take you back into those woods, pull your tight little shorts down and fuck you right there."

"You fucker," Kyle growled, fully aroused by the mental image and thoroughly frustrated he had to wait for it. He leaned forward, attacking Stan's mouth again and leaving a fervent trail of kisses down his jaw to his collar bone. Once his assault had succeeded in melting Stan down onto his back, Kyle pulled away angrily, wrenching himself away from Stan. "I'll get the god damned ball."

Stan grinned. "And you love me too," he said on behalf of his currently frustrated lover. In his mind, Stan hoped he'd win the game. If not, his ass would be pretty sore in a few hours.

TO BE CONTINUED~

-Buttered Popcorn