Us, Interrupted

Theme: 15: Honorable Judge Cock-Block

It'd happened so fast.

I didn't know exactly what was happening myself, I just knew that I was lying down on a bed, in Kenny's room, curled up with my idiotic boyfriend after his friends had decided to go on another adventure, and had assigned us for their new 'presidential campaign' to get Cartman elected class president against Token.

Kenny's blunt response after the rest left?

"Fuck that."

And so he walked up the stairs to his room, and I followed after, not knowing what else to do, and knowing that Stan and I were still on….mildly shaky ground after the breakup, so dashing out after him was certainly out of the question. So I curled up onto his bed, and after a while, he grabbed me – a bit roughly, I'll admit – and placed my head onto his lap, running his hand through my hair softly.

"…You're cute when you're tired…" He muttered. A bit awkwardly – clearly, he was unused to saying these sort of things – but he still genuinely said it sweetly, and that was good enough for me. I kissed him on the cheek, pushing his hood down, and he twitched – still a bit unused to that as well, I guess – and grinned. "I should start complimenting you more often."

"Oh, please. Not like I'm going down on you."

That riled him up pretty good, getting him to turn slightly red. "You want to." He smirked.

"Do I?" Now, that was just sort of a tease. That's what Bebe taught me. If I really like a boy, and he's suggesting these things, tease him. I, at the time, wondered how she knew that, but it didn't seem to matter too much after that – after all, she had experience, which I didn't have – even with Stan, I'd made a abstinence promise…which Kenny and I had discussed, and Kenny immediately rejected it due to having promised that to a ex of his. His mentality at the moment on the situation was 'If we do it, we do it, if we don't, we don't, and you can tell me when to back off.'

That didn't bother me at all.

Although now I had a feisty blonde pinning me down on his bed, smirking as if he'd gotten an absolute upper hand in a game we were playing. "If you didn't, now you do." He licked his lips, staring down into my eyes deeply. "Don't you?"

"…Well…" I could feel my cheeks heating up. Dammit, dammit, dammit! Augh, I knew I'd be weak enough to show it by this point! How to recover…ah! "…" I tilted my head up and kissed him deeply, Kenny blinking, and then eagerly returning it, roughness and all the things that'd made me fall for him in the first place. He slid his hands around my body, holding me closely as he kissed me, and then pulled away slowly, staring me in the eyes as if to ask if it was okay.

I smiled, taking off my hat, and he chuckled. Enough clearance for him, apparently, as he began sliding off my top, gently holding me closely and looking as if he were innocent enough to just be unwrapping a Christmas present.

Yeah, right. Kenny McCormick and innocent do not fit into the same sentence, unless the sentence is 'Kenny McCormick is not innocent, and is in fact the most perverted boy at school.'

And yet, I loved him to hell and back.

He was now fiddling with the opening to his own pants, trying to slide them off easily…and as quickly as possible, I noticed.

"You're certainly eager."

"Of course, how could I not be?" He looked up, smiling again, finally figuring his pants out and sliding them off, kicking them onto the floor so that now he was merely wearing his jacket – discarded next, his t-shirt, and a pair of boxers, whereas I still had my bra, panties, and pants. "You know…" He started thinking, once again curling up with me as he began sliding down my pants – a bit slower than the usual… "Wendy McCormick has a nice ring to it."

That got him another kiss, and he quickly seized the moment to undo some bra straps. Of course, that was the ulterior motive, but I wasn't complaining as his hands slid up…in fact, I was damn near moaning about getting it started faster. He seemed to be reaching the same level as he slid off his boxers and I slid down, beginning to su—

"WHAT THE HELL?"

I jumped up, scooting away, as Kyle, who looked a bit pale, Stan, who had fainted, and Cartman, who was grinning widely, though obviously a bit embarrassed, himself, stood at the door. Kenny tilted his head back, noticed who it was, then slid his boxers back on casually.

"Sup? Thought you all were working on the campaign?" He asked, glancing at the three.

"We were. We thought you were, too….but…." Kyle looked down at the passed-out Stan awkwardly. Cartman chuckled…here we go again, the fat bastard…

"Well, congrats, Kenny! Glad to see you're not going on that abstinence thing again, at least, you got so dull when that was going on…"

"Mmm. Yeah. Perfect time to barge in, though…" Kenny stated dryly. I'd curled up in the blanket; trying to cover myself…I didn't know if it was from shame or merely looking for something to keep my boobs from falling out. "You killed Mr. Happy's high, and he was really going for it today."

"Sorry, we just we—"

"I'll make sure to note that you're 'sorry' next time I need to take a piss and you two are giving each other blowjobs in the boys bathroom, Captain Cockblock."

This got Kyle to turn even paler than before, and Cartman turned pale for a second, then red, which made Kenny laugh pretty hard, then slammed the door. I could hear those two running away, then Stan getting up, wondering out-loud if what he just saw was a bad nightmare, then dashing out, himself. Kenny walked back over to the bed, sighing, then pulling the covers off as he bit me on the neck gently, licking slowly around the small bitemark.

"Now, where were we…?"