\u201cWhat did you get for number twelve?\u201d asked Stan.<\/p>\n
Kyle glanced to his paper. \u201cObject of preposition,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n
Stan furrowed his eyebrows. \u201cReally? I thought it was a direct object…\u201d<\/p>\n
Kyle sighed. Sometimes, Stan could be extremely daft. More so than usual, at least.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, Stan,\u201d he said, leaning over to his desk and looking at his paper. \u201cIt\u2019s because \u2018in\u2019 is before it – see? \u2018In a tree.\u2019 Tree is the object of preposition.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! I get it!\u201d Stan exclaimed, though Kyle really doubted it. He sighed again.<\/p>\n
At that moment, Kenny came over to them. He had been working on the English classwork with Bebe, although he didn\u2019t seem too thrilled about it. However, as he approached Stan and Kyle, his eyes lit up.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey!\u201d he said. \u201cWe – \u201c and he gestured over his shoulder, where Bebe was batting her eyelashes obnoxiously – probably trying another ploy to win Kenny over, Kyle figured (though Kyle didn\u2019t blame her; Kenny was<\/em> good looking, better looking than most of the guys in eleventh grade) – \u201cwere wondering what you guys got for number twenty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe didn\u2019t get there yet,\u201d Stan mumbled, still staring at his paper with utter bemusement and pressing his pencil eraser to his cheek in frustration.<\/p>\n Kyle rolled his eyes and turned to Kenny. \u201cI<\/em> did,\u201d he said. He looked down at his own paper. \u201cIt\u2019s an appositive.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, okay.\u201d Kenny nodded. \u201cThat\u2019s what I thought. Bebe insisted it was a subjective complement, though.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, for a subjective complement, it would have a linking verb,\u201d explained Kyle. \u201cIf it\u2019s in a dependent clause, it\u2019d be an appositive.\u201d<\/p>\n He wasn\u2019t quite sure if Kenny actually understood him – after all, occasionally Kenny would have moments of brilliance, or moments of complete stupidity – but Kenny beamed at him and nodded again, so Kyle figured that he must have at least caught the gist of it.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks,\u201d he said, and then walked around Kyle\u2019s desk to get to the other side of the classroom.<\/p>\n His hand brushed against Kyle\u2019s ass.<\/p>\n Kyle blinked, and blushed; had he imagined it? He turned around to see that Kenny was now talking to their English teacher, probably complaining about Bebe or something. The thought made Kyle smile, even though he was pretty sure nothing of the sort was happening. But at least the idea was nice.<\/p>\n And he probably imagined Kenny\u2019s hand against his ass, anyways. Or at least, it definitely hadn\u2019t been intentional. Even if Kenny did<\/em> often go out of his way to flirt with males and females alike – especially with his friends – it wasn\u2019t like he\u2019d do something so subtly, or without a smirk.<\/p>\n Though when Kenny walked back to his seat and Kyle watched him from his peripheral vision, the ghost of a smile was<\/em> on Kenny\u2019s face.<\/p>\n Kyle turned back to Stan, who was still busied with his English paper, and shook these thoughts out of his head. Really, whatever sexual adventure Kenny was determined to have was of no interest to Kyle. And he shouldn\u2019t get too full of himself. It wasn\u2019t like Kyle was much to look at, anyways.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat number are you on?\u201d he asked Stan, mentally shaking these thoughts out of his head.<\/p>\n Stan frowned and looked up to him. \u201cThirteen,\u201d he said. It looked like the confused expression was going to stay on his face for a very long time. Kyle wouldn\u2019t be surprised if it got stuck.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n After school, they decided to go to Stan\u2019s house. And by \u201cthey\u201d, it meant Kyle, Stan, Kenny and Cartman. Kyle wasn\u2019t too fond of the idea of Cartman coming with them, but Stan said that he\u2019d always been around so why should they change now, and Kenny had nodded in compliance. So Kyle sighed and dealt with the fact that he\u2019d be stuck with the fat turd for the rest of the afternoon.<\/p>\n They played video games as usual, though Stan\u2019s mom came in around four to tell them that she had baked cookies. Eagerly, the four teenage boys ran into the kitchen where the hot tray of cookies were.<\/p>\n \u201cOw! Hot, hot, hot!\u201d Cartman yowled, dropping a cookie he had picked up back onto the tray<\/p>\n Kenny chuckled. \u201cWell yes, Mrs. Marsh did<\/em> say that they were right out of the oven,\u201d he teased.<\/p>\n Cartman glared at him. \u201cAye, shaddup!\u201d<\/p>\n Kyle couldn\u2019t help laughing as well. Kenny and Cartman both shot him odd looks. Stan was too busy getting them glasses of milk.<\/p>\n \u201cOne, two, three… oh, there\u2019s only three glasses of milk,\u201d he said from the cupboards, taking them out. He brought them over to the table, and balanced the milk carton in his arms. \u201cI guess two of us will have to share, then.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s all right.\u201d Kyle shook his head and waved the glasses away. \u201cI don\u2019t really want milk, anyways.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, don\u2019t be stupid.\u201d Surprisingly, Kenny grabbed a cup and nudged Kyle in the side. \u201cWe can share one,\u201d he said with a wink.<\/p>\n Kyle did his best not to blush, and glanced over at Stan who seemed completely unperturbed by this statement. \u201cYou sure?\u201d he asked, more to himself than Kenny.<\/p>\n Kenny grinned. \u201cWell I was the one who offered, wasn\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n Kyle couldn\u2019t prevent another grin coming to his lips. \u201cYes, you were.\u201d<\/p>\n Cartman muttered, \u201cFags,\u201d but since it happened to be a natural instinct for him to say it around them, they merely ignored it.<\/p>\n Kenny reached over to get the carton of milk from Stan. His knee brushed against Kyle\u2019s crotch.<\/p>\n Kyle stood frozen in place and did his best not to let his cheeks redden, although he could feel his neck heating up already. Had Kenny done that on purpose? No, of course not – the same way he hadn\u2019t brushed his hand on Kyle\u2019s ass earlier that day. But still, it seemed less ordinary than usual.<\/p>\n \u201cKyle?\u201d said Stan, bringing him back to reality. \u201cAre you going to sit down, or what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh – Oh yeah!\u201d Kyle hastily clambered into the chair next to Kenny, and did his best to avoid his gaze.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n The next morning, Kyle found himself impatiently waiting at the bus stop for the bus to come. It was freezing<\/em>, even though it was mid-April already, and he just wanted to the bus to get here as fast as possible! He didn\u2019t want to freeze his balls off, dammit!<\/p>\n Kenny happened to be the next person to arrive at the bus stop. Suddenly, Kyle didn\u2019t feel so cold.<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d Kenny greeted easily, with a lazy grin on his lips.<\/p>\n Kyle did his best to swallow – swallow<\/em> – and then smiled back. \u201cHey,\u201d he said back. He had no idea why he all of a sudden felt so nervous.<\/p>\n He tried to make small talk, conversation; after all, it wasn\u2019t that hard to talk to Kenny, was it? \u201cAren\u2019t you cold?\u201d he asked, eyeing Kenny\u2019s ripped up jacket. Back in ninth grade, the hood had gotten torn off, along with the sleeves. No one had any idea what had happened, but apparently it had been in hell or something. Kenny had been wearing his jacket like this ever since.<\/p>\n Kenny shook his head and shrugged. \u201cNah. Once you\u2019ve been in the cold enough, you get used to it. Or at least, I<\/em> would.\u201d He chuckled.<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d Right. Of course. Kenny had the immune system of a boulder.<\/p>\n Kenny walked over next to him, a bit closer, though it wasn\u2019t any more closer than usual. Kyle partially wished it was.<\/p>\n Suddenly, Kenny\u2019s backpack hit Kyle\u2019s shoulder and a bunch of books tumbled out. Kyle turned around to look down, but Kenny merely waved his hand at him. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, I got it,\u201d he said to Kyle, and then bent down to pick his books up from next to Kyle\u2019s feet.<\/p>\n His head brushed against Kyle\u2019s inner thigh, nearly touching his crotch again. Kyle could feel the tingling sensation go all the way to his cock. He had no idea what Kenny was doing – if Kenny was doing anything at all – but damn<\/em> it was such a tease.<\/p>\n Then Kenny stood up and it was all over.<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d Stan said suddenly, coming over to them. \u201cKyle, why\u2019s your face all red?\u201d<\/p>\n Kyle wished for nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n Kyle went through the day in a sort of daze, though he had no idea why. He wasn\u2019t thinking about anything in particular. Actually, he wasn\u2019t thinking about anything at all. His mind had left him, despite the fact that whenever teachers called on him to answer questions, he managed to voice the correct answers. (Well it was natural for him anyways, so that was hardly a surprise.)<\/p>\n At lunch time, he was jerked out of his reverie when Kenny plopped down next to him.<\/p>\n \u201cCartman\u2019s sick today,\u201d he said as an answer to Kyle\u2019s unasked question.<\/p>\n Kyle raised his eyebrows. He had figured that much from the morning, when Cartman hadn\u2019t been at the bus stop when the bus arrived. \u201cBut he doesn\u2019t even sit next to me,\u201d he said. \u201cSo why are you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEh. Just figured that there would be more room around here.\u201d Kenny grinned and then dug into his macaroni and cheese. He glanced to Kyle\u2019s lunch. \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d Kyle blushed. \u201cYou know what I have for lunch every day. Peanut butter and jelly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd celery sticks,\u201d Kenny mused, glancing into Kyle\u2019s lunch bag.<\/p>\n Kyle blushed even more, and turned his face away. Even if he looked like a complete dork to Kenny, he didn\u2019t want to seem like a dork who looked like he had an embarrassing facial rash all the time.<\/p>\n He bit into his sandwich to distract him, and rather messily, at that. He noticed Stan look at him oddly from across the cafeteria table, and pretended to care; he needed anything that would take him away from the boy sitting next to him, and wanting him to sit even closer.<\/p>\n Suddenly he felt a finger at the edge of his lips, and froze. His breath hitched.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, you got… a bit of peanut butter over there,\u201d said Kenny\u2019s voice, and the finger flicked over his lips, a little. It traced to the side, near his cheek and then down his neck, all the way to the hollow his throat.<\/p>\n Kyle was quite sure that he had stopped breathing.<\/p>\n \u201cIs there peanut butter there, too?\u201d he asked, in a surprisingly raspy voice.<\/p>\n Kenny chuckled and pulled back; Kyle was disappointed to see that he was moving away from him. \u201cNah,\u201d he said. \u201cI was just teasing you.\u201d<\/p>\n Damn<\/em> right you were, Kyle thought sulkily, and ate his sandwich again. He almost wanted to make more peanut butter smear his mouth, but Kenny didn\u2019t do anything else for the rest of the lunch period.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n Kyle was running late. Or at least he thought he was, when he heard the bell ring and slammed his locker closed, and started sprinting down the hallway to get to Physics as fast as he possibly could.<\/p>\n He was stopped when someone\u2019s hand suddenly shot out of nowhere and grabbed his elbow.<\/p>\n Kyle spun around. \u201cKenny!\u201d he exclaimed, and while he wasn\u2019t entirely displeased with Kenny\u2019s presence, he did<\/em> want to get to Physics on time. \u201cWhat are you – I\u2019m gonna be late, and – \u201c<\/p>\n Kenny laughed. \u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d he said. \u201cThat\u2019s for third lunch. We still have a couple of minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n Kyle deflated. \u201cOh. We do?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d Kenny grinned. \u201cHey, why don\u2019t you walk me to Trigonometry?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh – er – sure,\u201d said Kyle, and the two of them went on their way down the hallway.<\/p>\n Kyle thought about asking Kenny about earlier that day – both in the morning, and during their lunch. Maybe even about yesterday\u2019s English class and after school, too. He wanted to know what was up with Kenny, like if he had hit his head on something, or… something. But Kyle couldn\u2019t just straight out ask it, like, \u201cDude, why have you been feeling me up for the past twenty-four hours?\u201d It just wasn\u2019t something a guy would say to his friend. Plus, what if Kyle was just delusional? He didn\u2019t want to risk his dignity – and their friendship – just because he was misreading signs that were meant to be only friendly.<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d Kenny said suddenly, nudging Kyle and getting his attention. Kyle blinked; he realized he must have been quiet the whole time they were walking to Kenny\u2019s physics class.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d he asked Kenny, pretending he had not been acting strange at all.<\/p>\n \u201cJust wondering what you\u2019re thinking about.\u201d<\/p>\n Kenny shrugged: a casual gesture. A friendly gesture. Of course. How could Kyle ever think that Kenny was coming onto him if they were just friends? The too much touching – those were just the sort of things that Kenny did. Right. Of course.<\/p>\n \u201cSee you next period,\u201d said Kenny, and leaned in to kiss Kyle on the cheek.<\/p>\n It was either nerves, or Kyle was just crazy – but his face suddenly turned and his lips brushed against Kenny\u2019s. It lasted for all but two seconds, and when Kenny pulled back, he was smirking. He turned around and walked into his classroom, while Kyle stood there, shell-shocked, in the middle of the hallway.<\/p>\n Then the bell rang and Kyle cursed loudly. That, he knew, was the class bell. And he was late for history.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n \u201cHey Stan,\u201d said Kyle, looking up from his English homework. \u201cDo you think Kenny has been.. has been acting weird lately?\u201d<\/p>\n Stan glanced up from his own worksheet, scratching his messy black hair. \u201cHas he? I haven\u2019t noticed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo! I mean…\u201d Kyle felt compelled to scratch his own ginger curls. \u201cI was just wondering if you noticed anything different.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Well. No.\u201d Stan shrugged. \u201cBut as you can tell, I\u2019m not the greatest at picking up on stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah…\u201d Kyle looked up in thought. \u201cI just… I feel like Kenny\u2019s been touching a lot more lately, you know? Like, physically. More than he touches anyone else. Maybe I\u2019m just insane, but I think he\u2019s doing it on purpose because he knows how it\u2019s making my body react. Like, my cheeks get all hot and I get goosebumps when I think about him, and my stomach gets this weird fluttering sensation that I don\u2019t think it\u2019s supposed to get.\u201d<\/p>\n There were many reasons why Kyle needed a best friend, and one of those reasons was so that he could be told things that he was too narrow-minded to consider, despite his intelligence. Stan was no longer staring at his homework blankly, but was now looking at Kyle with wide, possibly knowing eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cDude,\u201d he said to Kyle. \u201cFuck me if I\u2019m wrong, but I think you\u2019re hitting on Kenny.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat!\u201d Kyle spluttered, flinging his homework in the air. \u201cNo I\u2019m not!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEven though loads of crazy shit happen here, this is something that actually makes sense. Though, I guess, technically, you\u2019re not hitting on him,\u201d Stan said thoughtfully. He turned to Kyle and grinned. \u201cYou have a crush on him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI do not<\/em> – \u201c<\/p>\n \u201cYou do! You like him!\u201d Stan chortled. \u201cOh my god, I can\u2019t believe it! You like<\/em> Kenny!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cStan! Shut up!\u201d Kyle said, very loudly. And when Stan calmed down, he lowered his voice. \u201cYou won\u2019t tell anyone, will you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course not,\u201d Stan said with a scoff, though he was still grinning. \u201cBut if Kenny really is<\/em> molesting you, Ky, I suggest you take advantage of the situation. You\u2019ll be together in no time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re okay with this?\u201d asked Kyle, pointedly ignoring his words. \u201cI mean, that like… Kenny.\u201d<\/p>\n Stan laughed at Kyle\u2019s whispered last word. \u201cOf course! As long as you don\u2019t start humping his leg in public,\u201d he added seriously.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n Kyle was determined to talk to Kenny the next day, to confront him about… something. He didn\u2019t know what to talk about, actually. In fact, he hadn\u2019t even confirmed that Kenny was flirting with him at all. But he just wanted to talk to Kenny, anyways.<\/p>\n (Perhaps it was just a side effect of liking him.)<\/p>\n So the next day, he went out of his way to be with Kenny, and ignored Stan whenever Stan waggled his eyebrows. Since Cartman as back, he had to tread carefully when he was around, so that Cartman wouldn\u2019t make some fag comment and Kyle, instead of retaliating, would blush something fierce and so obviously and humiliatingly hint to Kenny, Cartman, and anyone else who was around that he was indeed a fag.<\/p>\n And then Cartman would spread the news around school before Kyle could even say anything about it.<\/p>\n Thankfully, Cartman wasn\u2019t in their English class, so he could talk to (and possibly stare at) Kenny all he wanted. And even though they weren\u2019t put into partner work like a few days ago, which Kyle had hoped would happen, he wasted no time in between their teacher\u2019s lectures to strike up conversations about nothing.<\/p>\n And Kyle was pretty sure he had hit the jackpot when he was asked to go to storage room to get some supplies. Kenny jumped up from his seat and said, \u201cI\u2019ll go with him!\u201d<\/p>\n The teacher looked at him strangely, but didn\u2019t remark against it.<\/p>\n Kyle chattered about English class as they walked to the storage room, and ignored Stan mouthing at him, \u201cGo get him, dude!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLike, I really don\u2019t see how Stan doesn\u2019t understand it,\u201d Kyle was saying as they strode across the classroom. \u201cIndirect objects aren\u2019t actually done<\/em> by the subject. And it\u2019s like, if you give a person a glass of water, you don\u2019t actually give them both<\/em>. Unless it\u2019s like, give a person and<\/em> a glass of water. But that doesn\u2019t make any sense anyways, so – hey, what are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n For Kenny had just shut the storage room door, leaving them both in the near darkness of the closet.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know, Kyle,\u201d Kenny said with a glint in his eyes. \u201cSometimes I really wish you\u2019d shut up.\u201d<\/p>\n He captured Kyle\u2019s lips with his own. Kyle stood frozen in place as Kenny\u2019s moved against his. Kenny\u2019s lips were closed, and so were his eyes – but when he seemed to realize that Kyle wouldn\u2019t be responding any time soon, he started to move away.<\/p>\n Take advantage of the situation<\/em>. Kyle heard Stan\u2019s voice in his head as he started kissing back, almost on instinct. He had no idea what he was doing. But Kenny seemed to get into the movement once more, and Kyle could feel his fingers graze against his cheek, moving an invisible piece of hair. Kenny didn\u2019t taste like the small number of girls Kyle had kissed in the past: he tasted like sex, bitter and delicious on his tongue.<\/p>\n Kenny moved aside to catch his breath for a millisecond, and his tongue flicked Kyle\u2019s jawline. It sent the feeling straight to his cock.<\/p>\n Kenny\u2019s side pressed against him, and Kyle realized that he was kissing him again. Too lost in the feeling, he just let himself stand there as Kenny\u2019s tongue roamed in the inside of his mouth, licking and touching and doing<\/em> things. Kenny\u2019s hand had somehow found the front of Kyle\u2019s pants and his fingers were snaking up his shirt, cool against his skin.<\/p>\n And then all of a sudden, it was over as quickly as it had began.<\/p>\n \u201cYou taste like peanut butter,\u201d Kenny said to Kyle with a smirk, and then grabbed a box from the shelf and left the storage room.<\/p>\n Kyle stood there, running a hand through his disheveled hair.<\/p>\n What the fuck had just happened?<\/p>\n \u201cMr. Broflovski!\u201d his English teacher called suddenly, through the open door. \u201cPlease remove yourself from the storage closet!\u201d<\/p>\n Kyle was grateful for the dim light that hid his already red face from getting any redder. He quickly walked out and went back to his seat; on the way, he saw Kenny talking to their teacher coolly as she scolded him for getting the wrong set of staples. Almost automatically, Kenny seemed to feel Kyle\u2019s eyes on his back and turned around. He gave Kyle one slow, lazy wink.<\/p>\n Kyle suddenly found that he had a problem in his pants.<\/p>\n \u201cHey dude,\u201d said Stan when he reached him. \u201cWhy do you look like you just got fucked?\u201d He chuckled.<\/p>\n Kyle continued staring at Kenny, but Kenny was walking back to his seat now, not sparing him a second glance.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I\u2019m pretty sure I just did,\u201d he murmured, and then ran out of the classroom and to the boys\u2019 bathroom to finish the job that Kenny hadn\u2019t even started.<\/p>\n Kyle was determined to talk to Kenny about that kiss. Now that he knew that something, something<\/em> more than friendship was going on between them, he wanted to know exactly what it was. What Kenny planned on getting out of it. No, Kyle wasn\u2019t opposed to it. Not at all. He was just… confused.<\/p>\n (As for the whole sexuality thing, he figured it out ages ago. But since it was South Park, he figured he didn\u2019t need to tell anyone. Either they had all guessed it ten years ago, or blow it out of proportion so that the news that Kyle Broflovski, \u201cResident Jew\u201d, was gay, would be on every single newspaper.)<\/p>\n The weekend passed by with Kyle trying to figure out how exactly<\/em> he was going to confront Kenny, and when – the casual daily after school video gaming hadn\u2019t exactly been an appropriate time, especially since Cartman had been there. With Cartman around, almost nothing was possible.<\/p>\n So he decided to do it sometime in school. Preferably between classes, or in English class where no one would be interested enough to disturb them (save for Stan).<\/p>\n His plan was thwarted on the bus that morning.<\/p>\n The wait at the bus stop had been normal, except this time, Stan was the one who arrived first. So Kyle couldn\u2019t exactly talk to Kenny about their heated make out session in the English storage closet with his best friend<\/em> around. It just wouldn\u2019t be right.<\/p>\n However, when they got on the bus, Kyle was just about to take his normal seat next to Stan when Kenny\u2019s hand shot out from the front seat, and Kenny exclaimed, \u201cKyle! Just the man I wanted to talk to! Sit down!\u201d<\/p>\n Kyle made to sit on the empty space next to him – but before he knew it, something had happened and he was placed snugly on Kenny\u2019s lap.<\/p>\n This was not right, he thought, as he attempted to fidget off of Kenny (as much as he didn\u2019t want to.) But Kenny\u2019s grip was too strong on his thighs that Kyle soon gave up. This would make a good time for him to talk to Kenny anyways, right? Right.<\/p>\n Just so as long as he ignored the fact that Kenny\u2019s crotch was somewhere, and if he was not quite mistaken, exactly behind Kyle\u2019s ass.<\/p>\n \u201cI – \u201c Kyle started.<\/p>\n \u201cThere was something I wanted to talk to you about,\u201d Kenny suddenly said seriously.<\/p>\n Kyle turned around and looked into his blue gaze. He found himself almost staring. \u201cR-Really?\u201d he said, and hoped (or didn\u2019t hope) that Kenny wanted to talk about that-time-they-had-kissed.<\/p>\n \u201cReally,\u201d Kenny said. And then he grinned. \u201cDo you think I could make it on the basketball team?\u201d<\/p>\n The rest of the bus ride was spent by Kenny blabbering on about how he thought he was tall enough for the basketball team but was too white to be with them, and did Kyle think he lacked the skills or were black people just too good for him? Kyle tried to stop him once or twice to actually have the conversation he had been dying to have, but Kenny kept talking that there was barely any room for him to cut into.<\/p>\n As soon as the bus stopped in front of the school, Kyle (reluctantly) hopped out of Kenny\u2019s warm lap. He turned around so that they could actually start talking about something that Kyle<\/em> wanted to talk about, but Kenny merely groped Kyle\u2019s ass, winked at him, and said, \u201cSee ya, Kyle.\u201d<\/p>\n Kyle stared at Kenny\u2019s retreating back(side.) He couldn\u2019t concentrate for the rest of the day.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n During physics the next day, Kyle was contemplating about this new relationship he had with Kenny. It was far beyond friendship, far<\/em> beyond – even by Kenny\u2019s standards, making out did not indicate that a dude was just a bro. But it wasn\u2019t like they were together<\/em> or anything – well of course not. There would at least be some<\/em> talking involved. So what did that make them…?<\/p>\n Kyle\u2019s mind thought Fuck buddies<\/em>, but he doubted Kenny would even consider being that with a friend. Kenny would be fuck buddies with a stranger. Not with Kyle<\/em>.<\/p>\n He suddenly jumped when he realized his physics teacher was standing in front of him. He wondered how long she had been standing there. From the stern look on her face, it seemed as though she had been expecting him to pay attention to her a long time ago.<\/p>\n \u201cKyle,\u201d she said, exasperated. \u201cThe office said that they wanted you to go down.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d Kyle nodded and then wordlessly hopped out of his seat. He noticed that Cartman was looking at him eagerly and rolled his eyes. He doubted he\u2019d be getting in trouble. If anything, it was probably just his mother being annoying again.<\/p>\n As he walked down the hallway, his thoughts were still on Kenny. What did Kenny expect from him? Well, Kyle was willing to give him almost anything he wanted – almost. As much as he wanted to make out with Kenny again, for the rest of his life – well, they would have to have some sort of emotional agreement, right? Right.<\/p>\n He wasn\u2019t paying attention to where he was going, when suddenly a door opened from the side and an orange-sleeved arm shot out, grabbed Kyle by his elbow, and dragged him in.<\/p>\n Kyle looked around to where his perpetrator had brought him. A broom closet. Oh.<\/p>\n He looked to said perpetrator. Familiar blue eyes were twinkling back at him, slightly covered by dusty blond locks.<\/p>\n \u201cYou sure have a thing for closets, don\u2019t you Kenny?\u201d Kyle said amusedly.<\/p>\n Kenny didn\u2019t say anything; he merely brought Kyle even closer to him and kissed him soundly on the lips. Though Kyle certainly hadn\u2019t been expecting this, he definitely wasn\u2019t surprised. He made a little whimpering sound against Kenny\u2019s mouth, and distinctly felt Kenny\u2019s hands run down his side, to the hem of his shirt.<\/p>\n He moaned again when Kenny\u2019s hands slowly undid the bottom buttons of his jacket, and then crept up his shirt. Kenny\u2019s hands felt all across Kyle\u2019s chest, moving, exploring, feeling every part of his body. Kyle jerked dangerously as he felt a finger brush against a nipple, and heard Kenny chuckle into his mouth.<\/p>\n Kyle was about to pull his lips away and glare, but then suddenly, as Kenny\u2019s mouth became even firmer around Kyle\u2019s, their hips rubbed together, hard, unrelenting. Kyle let out another loud moan, and with no doubt, heard Kenny moan as well. Their hips rubbed and ground together, so much that the friction between their thighs was impossibly hot. Kyle suddenly knew nothing more except for the heat in his lower regions, and this is what he wanted, what he needed, now<\/em>.<\/p>\n But then suddenly, Kenny broke apart. And then Kenny smiled at him, under the single light bulb hanging above them. And Kenny said, \u201cThanks for coming into my office,\u201d and then walked out of the closet, down the hallway, and away from Kyle.<\/p>\n Kyle stood there for five minutes, alone in the closet. He had no idea what the fuck just happened.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n Kyle did as much as he could to talk to Kenny, but did not prevail; either Kenny (very obviously) avoided him, or got him into another heated make out session that when it was over, Kyle was left fazed and completely bemused that he could barely say a coherent word to Kenny. It was obvious that Kenny was trying something with him – but Kyle had no idea what<\/em> it was.<\/p>\n He tried desperately to at least call Kenny, or text him, or go to his house – but Kenny never picked up, never texted back (Kyle later remembered that Kenny didn\u2019t even have<\/em> texting, and hit his head against the wall for being so stupid), or wasn\u2019t home. Or at least, that was what his mother had told him. So Kyle had no other method of contacting him.<\/p>\n But the next Friday afternoon, they were at Stan\u2019s house again, playing video games. Kyle glanced at Kenny, like he always did, when he knew that Kenny wasn\u2019t looking. Kenny was focused on the game, his blue eyes fixated on his own corner of the television screen. Kyle couldn\u2019t help admiring those eyes. Then he nearly hit himself (again) for being such a girl.<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d Kenny said suddenly, and Kyle tore his gaze away and looked back to the television set to pretend that he was paying attention. Apparently he had lost. Again.<\/p>\n \u201cI think I left something in your room, Stan,\u201d he said to him. \u201cDo you think I could go get it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSure,\u201d Stan said, his eyes not leaving their game.<\/p>\n \u201cKyle, do you think you could come with me?\u201d Kenny asked, and Kyle darted his eyes around before looking at Kenny.<\/p>\n \u201cMe? Me?\u201d he said again, pointing at himself.<\/p>\n Kenny laughed. \u201cYes, you. What, did you think I would ask Cartman or something?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYe\u2019re a fag, Kinny,\u201d Cartman said in retaliation.<\/p>\n \u201cOnly the faggiest,\u201d Kenny said cheekily. Then, grinning, he turned to Kyle and said, \u201cCome on.\u201d<\/p>\n He lightly grabbed Kyle\u2019s wrist, and Kyle, who was stunned by this gesture, just mechanically followed him. He noticed that Stan\u2019s gaze had suddenly found their linked hands just as they walked out of the room, but didn\u2019t have enough time to explain anything.<\/p>\n Kenny wordlessly led them upstairs and into Stan\u2019s bedroom. Kyle had no idea what he had left here, but he decided that this was now the perfect time to talk to him, and he wasn\u2019t about to let the chance slip through his fingertips. He opened up his mouth to speak.<\/p>\n \u201cKenny, there\u2019s something we need to talk abo – \u201c<\/p>\n Kyle\u2019s lips covered his, shutting him up. \u201cYou really do talk too much,\u201d he said when he pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eye.<\/p>\n Kyle was too baffled to say anything.<\/p>\n Kenny\u2019s mouth went for Kyle\u2019s neck; Kyle let out something that sounded like a squeak as Kenny continued kissing and sucking him there, slowly traveling downwards until he reached Kyle\u2019s collar. He moved his sleeve aside a little and bit down on Kyle\u2019s shoulder, and Kyle let out a legitimate cry this time. Smirking, Kenny moved away once more and started kneeling down.<\/p>\n It took a few moments for Kyle\u2019s brain to register what was happening, and by that time, Kenny was kissing around his inner thighs on his jeans, wet, teasing. Kyle moaned and uttered something that sounded like, \u201cPlease<\/em>,\u201d although he hadn\u2019t meant to sound so desperate – it was just that the warmth and the wetness was so close to him and he really needed this, now. He heard Kenny chuckle, and Kyle pointedly glared at the ceiling as he waited for Kenny to finish teasing him.<\/p>\n Then Kenny\u2019s fingers traveled to the waistband of his pants. Excited, Kyle adjusted himself – but when Kenny\u2019s cold hand started traveling up his shirt, he glared down.<\/p>\n \u201cNow<\/em>,\u201d he hissed, because he could feel his cock press against the side of his jeans, eager to come out.<\/p>\n Kenny chuckled again, but obliged. His fingers soon found the button of Kyle\u2019s jeans, and then the zipper – in one swift movement, he had undone them both, and Kyle\u2019s pants fell at his feet, around his ankles. Kenny grinned and licked at Kyle\u2019s inner thigh, and Kyle shivered in pleasure; but as much as he loved this feeling, there was something much, much more important that needed to be done.<\/p>\n \u201cCome on<\/em>,\u201d he muttered in a strained voice, and swore he heard Kenny say, \u201cI\u2019m going, I\u2019m going,\u201d in an equally enthusiastic tone. Then he realized that he had definitely not imagined it, because his boxers fell off ungracefully from his hips, and his swollen cock was in Kenny\u2019s face.<\/p>\n It took three seconds for Kenny\u2019s mouth to go around it, and ten more seconds before Kyle realized that he was definitely not going to last for any more than a minute. He could feel himself thrust into the back of Kenny\u2019s mouth, almost down his throat, and the sight of Kenny pink-cheeked, with swollen red lips, was enough for Kyle to come right there on the spot. He restrained himself for a good five more seconds, until he saw that Kenny was palming himself through his own jeans and holy fuck<\/em> it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life, and then he was coming right into Kenny\u2019s mouth, and saw that Kenny was doing the same.<\/p>\n When they were done, Kenny pulled apart, breathless, and then rushed up to kiss Kyle on the lips. Kyle could feel himself linger on Kenny\u2019s mouth. Then Kenny quickly ran out of the room, down the hall, and to the left where the bathroom was.<\/p>\n Kyle stood there for a good five minutes, before pulling his boxers and pants up, and walked out. He couldn\u2019t even think about what had just happened. It was all too strange, too mindfucking too… hot. (And if he started pondering in such graphic detail, he was afraid that he might get again.)<\/p>\n He walked back into the living room and sat on the couch next to Stan, staring into space. Stan nudged his leg with his shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d he said to him. \u201cDid you and Kenny get his thing?\u201d \u201cOh, okay,\u201d said Stan, and they both pointedly ignored Cartman\u2019s the-poor-stealing-his-stuff joke.<\/p>\n When Kenny walked back into the room, Kyle immediately reddened and turned away. He didn\u2019t look directly at Kenny as Kenny sat down next to him, though he definitely noticed something in his peripheral vision. There was a white smudge near Kenny\u2019s lips.<\/p>\n \u201cYou got some…\u201d Kyle avoided looking into Kenny\u2019s blue eyes as his finger raked over the spot near Kenny\u2019s lips. Kenny cocked an eyebrow, until he realized what exactly Kyle was pointing out. He rubbed it with his finger, and<\/em> then licked it.<\/p>\n He turned to Kyle and smirked. Kyle blushed and glanced away again.<\/p>\n xxxxx<\/p>\n The next week between them was tense, albeit one of the best weeks of Kyle\u2019s life. Mostly because they often stopped in the hallways during class to make out again. They never went farther like they did that one time, though now all of Kyle\u2019s fantasies when he jacked off consisted of a particular blond-haired, blue-eyed male.<\/p>\n Monday of the following week, Kenny asked Kyle if he could go over to Kyle\u2019s house for help with physics. As much as Kyle wanted to say no (because if there was any place where they were going to do kissing (or anything more, Kyle\u2019s hopeful mind added), his house was the last place that they were to do it), the look in Kenny\u2019s eyes was so sincere that Kyle was pretty sure that Kenny was being serious<\/em> about this, so he agreed.<\/p>\n So that night, the two of them were sprawled on the floor of Kyle\u2019s bedroom, looking over their physics notes while Kyle would occasionally give him pop quizzes.<\/p>\n It suddenly occurred to Kyle, as he asked Kenny the technical definition of inertia, that this was the perfect time for him to ask Kenny he wanted, without being interrupted or distracted. Because if Kenny really cared about his physics grade that much, which evidently he did, he wouldn\u2019t try to make out with Kyle so that Kyle was completely unfocused from helping him. And Kenny definitely couldn\u2019t just walk out.<\/p>\n So Kyle said, \u201cUm… hey Kenny?\u201d<\/p>\n Kenny glanced up from his notes. His blue eyes sparkled. \u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was, um.\u201d Kyle glanced down to his feet, suddenly aware of how awkward this conversation was. He shuffled his feet. \u201cAm I your friend?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell of course, Kyle.\u201d Kenny frowned. \u201cWhy do you think I wouldn\u2019t be?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not that!\u201d Kyle said quickly. \u201cIt\u2019s just that, uh…\u201d Uh? Uh what? What was he supposed to say?<\/p>\n \u201cEr… why did you give me a blowjob last week?\u201d<\/p>\n Well yes. It was said that blunt was the way to go.<\/p>\n Kenny suddenly blushed, which was something Kyle hadn\u2019t expected at all. \u201cWell,\u201d said Kenny. \u201cI thought that um, maybe… well you didn\u2019t seem so hesitant when we were making out, so I thought that I\u2019d… do something more. But then you never said anything about it after that, so I decided that we should just stay on a different level.\u201d<\/p>\n All the parts of Kyle\u2019s brain were screaming, YOU SHOULD GIVE ME BLOWJOBS EVERY HOUR EVERY DAY OF EVERY WEEK<\/em>, but Kyle pointedly ignored that part. Instead, he looked to Kenny and said, \u201cDifferent level?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell,\u201d Kenny said again, and he turned even pinker. Kyle didn\u2019t think he had seen Kenny look any more like a peach in his entire life. \u201cYou didn\u2019t react… negatively when I came onto you, so I just thought…\u201d He trailed off.<\/p>\n Kyle blinked, and suddenly realized what was going on.<\/p>\n \u201cYou thought that I returned those feelings for you?\u201d<\/p>\n Kenny looked uncomfortable. \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou thought that I liked you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou thought that I liked being teased and touched by you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou thought that I liked kissing you.\u201d<\/p>\n Kenny looked even more uncomfortable.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n Kyle didn\u2019t know who was more surprised – him or Kenny – but suddenly he had crouched down on the floor next to Kenny and kissed him full on the lips. There wasn\u2019t any sex or lust involved – it was a kiss, just a kiss. 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\n\u201cWhat? Oh… er…\u201d Kyle racked his brains for some response. \u201cUm. He\u2019s still searching for it. He thinks he might be mistaken, though.\u201d<\/p>\n