WHO: Butters and Kenny WHERE: Their bathroom WHEN: Wednesday night WHAT: Sexy birthday times! RATING: R for naughty things.
Butters' gift had been expertly hidden in one place that Kenny seriously doubted the boy would ever endeavor to search - Kenny's underwear drawer. He had been playing this sort of aloof cool card lately, pretending like he didn't even realize that Butters' birthday was just a few hours away. Of course he had everything planned out. He was good at surprises. And, he was discovering, he was rather good at figuring out ways to make the other boy happy.
He was whistling quite cheerfully as he strolled back into their bedroom, tugging his hoodie off over his head and tossing it on the bed before collapsing there himself and tucking his hands behind his head. Today felt like a pretty decent day.
Kenny didn't remember his birthday. Butters couldn't help but pout as he worked on his latest drawing, a portrait of Demi's guitar, as he sat curled up on a sofa in the rec room. Kenny didn't remember his birthday, and he didn't even get the hints that he'd been dropping all over the place. Sighing heavily, he dropped his pencil back in the case and leaned his head back against the arm of the sofa. He couldn't concentrate on something like this right now. Reluctantly, he crawled to his feet and gathered his things, shuffling back to their room. At least Demi would remember his birthday, right? Right. They were family now, of course she would remember.
He finally made it to the bedroom, catching sight of Kenny sprawled carelessly on the bed and wrinkling his nose slightly. How could he not get it? "'m gonna take a shower, 'kay?" Butters murmured, carefully putting his drawing things away and grabbing his pajamas from the closet.
Kenny opened his eyes and grinned up at Butters. He was so adorable when he was pouting. And he wanted to tell him that he hadn't forgotten his birthday at all, but the surprise would be all the better if he just kept quiet about it. "Alright," he said, trying hard not to crack a smirk. "You want to come over here and give me a kiss first?" he asked, pulling that perfect mini-pout like he knew that Butters was upset, but didn't know why. He was a guy, he had every right to be dense. "Or uhm, I was thinking..." he pushed himself up on his elbows, grinning, "you could not take a shower right now and stay here with me. Sound like a plan?"
Butters scuffed his feet against the floor as he made his way over to Kenny's bed, lowering his head to brush a soft kiss to the corner of Kenny's mouth. "I need a shower, though, 'm all stinky," he said quietly. Cuddling with Kenny did sound like a nice plan. ...But honestly, he was still a little sore that Kenny just didn't get it, that he didn't even realize it was his birthday tomorrow. And he really did need a shower.
"Well, alright..." Kenny said, turning his head to catch a better kiss. "But you'll come right back and crawl into bed with me when you're done, yeah?" he asked, brushing his fingers through Butters' hair. He was going to need to take another shower, most likely, when Kenny was done with him - but he figured that he could let him go now and be innocent to the devious plan working its way through Kenny's brain.
"'Course," Butters murmured, leaning slightly into Kenny's hand. Oh, he really just couldn't stay mad at Kenny. It was impossible, especially when he was just so great. Closing his eyes, he pressed one last soft kiss against Kenny's cheek and reluctantly pulled away, heading for the bathroom. "I'll be real quick, promise."
Kenny smiled, letting his hand fall away and watching Butters run off to the bathroom. He closed his eyes again, stretching out a little and sighing. It wasn't terribly late in the afternoon, but it had been one of those exhaustingly long days where he could really probably fall asleep now and sleep until the next morning. That, however, would land him in some seriously hot water if Butters came out of his shower and found him passed out. Forcing himself to sitting again, Kenny groaned and reached down to take his shoes off, letting them drop by the bed and then tugging his shirt off over his head - casting it aside into a pile of dirty clothes.
With a small grumble, he ran his hands over his ribs, feeling the scar cut along the left side. By that time he could hear Butters' shower running, and the white noise was starting to lull him into a daze. He shook it off, trying to get his brain to focus on the matter at hand - wearing out Butters and making up for having to pretend he didn't know about his birthday. He scratched the back of his neck, staring at the bathroom door until a smirk crossed his features and the plan that he was looking for started to form. He rose quickly, casting off his jeans and kicking them into the pile as well, grabbing up instead a pair of shorts that he wore to bed and only those. He eased the bathroom door open and closed again as quietly as he could, planning on catching Butters as he got out of the shower.
Butters showered quickly, eager to curl up in bed with Kenny and have some nice, warm cuddles. He loved Kenny cuddles, they were the best sort of cuddles ever. He hummed quietly to himself as he cleaned up, washing his hair and his body before rinsing and shutting off the water. Squeezing as much water out of his hair as he could, he stepped out onto the bath mat, squawking and nearly falling back into the tub when he spotted his visitor.
"Kenny!" he squeaked, scrambling for his towel and covering himself up. "What're you doing in here, I'm taking a shower!"
In the moment before Butters realized he was there, Kenny's eyebrow quirked upwards at the sight of the boy naked. Why didn't he remember him looking like that? Had he ever even seen him naked before to remember anything? "Goddamn..." he breathed, feeling a twitch of excitement already working its way downwards from his stomach. He blinked and looked back up at Butters' face, smirk still firmly in place. "Didn't want to wait until you were all dried off and dressed to cuddle," he answered, taking a couple of steps over and curling his fingers around the edge of the towel. "You don't have to cover up, I was enjoying what I was looking at before you did."
Butters turned bright red, stumbling over his words as he tried to keep his towel up and covering himself. "But I'm naked," he stammered, trying to ignore the warm feeling in his stomach. He's just gotten out of the shower, why was Kenny in there? He wasn't dressed, and... Kenny was just wearing his sleeping shorts. The warm feeling got even warmer and he whimpered quietly, fingers tightening on his towel.
Kenny let go of the towel, choosing instead to wrap his arms around Butters' waist and pulled him close, wet skin and everything. His bare chest pressed against the other boy's as he tilt his head and brushed a soft line of kisses down his neck. "I know you're naked," he murmured against his skin, "and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. You're gorgeous." He pressed up against Butters to show just how much he did enjoy what he saw.
Butters whimpered again, closing his eyes and clutching the towel with only one hand so he could reach up and grab Kenny's shoulder with the other. "'m not," he tried to argue, voice weak and shaky. "'m not 'shamed, I- But 'm naked." He wasn't supposed to let people see him naked, that was just... how it was. People got naked when there weren't other people around. Showers were private time. Butters tilted his head slightly to allow Kenny better access to his neck, regardless of what was running through his mind. That warm feeling was getting even warmer still, and his brain was slowly shutting down.
"I'm not allowed to see you naked?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow and nipping very gently at Butters' shoulder. "But I love you... you're my boyfriend... doesn't that mean I should be allowed to see you naked?" His hands smoothed over Butters' chest, along his sides, slipping around to move down over his backside and give it a playful squeeze. "No one else is allowed to look at you like this, but I should be allowed to, right?" he asked, giving the towel a quick tug and managing to slip it out of Butters' grip. "You liked it the last time I touched you."
"Dad says it's bad," he whispered shakily, leaning into Kenny's hands, shivering when they touched his sides and letting out a quiet squeak when those lovely fingers squeeze his rear-end. It was then that Butters decided that he didn't care at all what Dad said was bad. Dad said lots of things were bad, things that weren't bad at all, like crying or drawing his pictures or kissing other boys. So screw Dad. Butters latched onto Kenny when his towel was pulled away, grasping at his waist and pressing his face into Kenny's shoulder. "Yes," he replied firmly. Yes, Kenny was allowed to see him naked, and yes, he liked it. He more than liked it. ...Wait. "We're boyfriends?" he asked, lifting his head as a slow smile crept across his face. Sure, they certainly acted like it, but that was the first time Kenny had actually said it.
Kenny chuckled, tongue flicking out over Butters' collarbone to lap up a droplet of water that had fallen from his hair. "Of course we're boyfriends, silly. And you can tell whoever you'd like too," he added. His mouth trailed up Butters' neck and along his jaw to his lips, drawing him into a soft kiss as his hands continued to roam over the boy's body. That kiss lasted only a moment, though, as Kenny had every intention of getting a good look at Butters. He pulled away, dropping the towel to the floor and giving the other boy a slow once-over. He could feel the heat rise to his cheeks, the tightening of his shorts, a faint huff of air from between his lips. "You really are... just gorgeous," he murmured. His hand moved forward again, brushing down Butters' chest and to his stomach, circling his navel and trailing away before he moved any further downwards.
Deciding that he should probably even the field a little, Kenny hooked his thumbs over the waistband of his shorts and tossed them aside, baring the second of his two deep scars and much, much more in addition. He realized this had to be a bit odd for Butters, being totally inexperienced with Kenny being, well, an expert at these things.
Butters flushed when Kenny called him gorgeous, ducking his head and watching Kenny's hand slide down his chest. ...Jesus. His mouth went dry when Kenny pushed off his shorts. And Kenny thought he was gorgeous? Butters was fully prepared to reach out and touch Kenny's hip with just the tips of his fingers, but he stopped short, touching the scars instead, looking up wide-eyed. Why hadn't he noticed these before? When had they happened? What had happened? Who hurt his Kenny? He asked these questions with his eyes, unable to voice them out loud.
Kenny didn't say anything in response, just reached down and trailed his fingers over the back of Butters' hand. "Now don't give me that look," he murmured softly. "It's nothing to get upset about, just a little accident. You know how often I'm falling down stairs and shit," he said, fingers moving up Butters' arm now. Kenny always was really accident-prone. His muscular disorder tended to kick in and kick his ass at the most inopportune moment and he always was getting banged up and breaking bones and other stupid things like that. "Nothing to worry about, okay." He leaned forward and kissed both of the boy's cheeks, figuring now was not the best time to have that conversation with him. Nothing was going to ruin his birthday. "Now," he said, taking Butters' hand and leading him over to the sink, "why don't you hop up here on the sink for me? I want to show you something..." he said with one of those terribly mischievous smirks.
They didn't look like any injury from falling down stairs Butters had ever seen before, but he nodded, leaning into the kisses. "What are you going to show me?" he asked curiously, carefully climbing up to sit on the counter beside the sink. What could Kenny possibly want to show him that needed him to be sitting up next to the sink?
Kenny stepped over to him, leaning up and brushing his lips against Butters' before he started kissing slowly downwards, easing Butters back gradually until his shoulders were against the wall behind him. His mouth moved down the other boy's neck, nipping gently at his shoulder before continuing downwards. He paused briefly to flick his tongue over one pale nipple, taking it between his lips and sucking gently. He moved to the other, swirling his tongue and sucking and trying to get Butters to make those wonderful soft, sweet noises that he made... He started to gradually continue downwards, wondering if Butters had any idea at all what his intentions were.
Oh god. Oh god. Butters trembled as Kenny kissed down his neck, soft whimpers escaping his lips when there was suddenly lips around his nipple. "Jesus," he breathed, curling his fingers into Kenny's hair. He'd never imagined his nipples were so sensitive before. It was like they were directly connect to his... Down There. ......And speaking of his Down There, where did Kenny think he was going? When he moved lower still, Butters tugged very gently on his hair, whimpering. "What're you doing?"
Kenny's pale gaze shift upwards and he grinned, "I'm making you feel good," he said in a deceptively innocent tone, blinking. "I can go a bit slower if you want me to," he murmured, dotting a kiss on Butters' hip. "But you should just close your eyes and relax and trust me. I'm a pro." Okay, definitely not the best choice of words, Kenny - you big fucking dumbass, he thought immediately after he'd said it, but didn't let the flicker of "Oh fuck me..." show on his face at all. He turned his head instead and nuzzled at Butters' hip, waiting to get the okay to continue on.
Butters kept his fingers curled in Kenny's hair. He needed to keep himself anchored somehow, after all. "Of course I trust you," he whispered. Honestly, he didn't notice anything at all wrong with what Kenny had said. He knew Kenny had to have more experience than him, he always seemed to know exactly what he was doing, after all. And he wasn't paying all that much attention to the conversation, to tell the truth. How could he, when Kenny's head was practically in his lap?
Smiling up at him, Kenny kissed along the inside of Butters' thigh, pushing his legs apart as he nipped and sucked gently at the flesh. He loved the way Butters tastes... it was clean and soft and... nice. Even if he hadn't just got out of the shower, it would have been all of those things, but he figured this would make the boy less self-conscious about being touched and kissed all over. He moved slowly to the other thigh, kissing upwards until he was at his hip again. Then, slowly, he wrapped his fingers around Butters' length and started stroking again. He was trying to slowly adjust him to the feeling before he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue against the sensitive head.
"A-ah!" Butters choked when Kenny's tongue touched him, hips jerking automatically. When he realized just what, exactly, was going on, he scrambled awkwardly on the counter, trying to get away, but not far enough away that he wouldn't be touching Kenny any more. "Wh-what are you doing?" he stammered. "You can't put your mouth on there, that's... That's dirty!"
Kenny looked up and smirked, "But you just got out of the shower," he said. He went back to stroking slowly, trying to decide what to say in response. "I've done this before, it's okay. It's not dirty at all. It feels good and anything that feels good, done by someone who loves you, can't be bad. And I promised that I'd always take care of you, even now. Especially now, ok?" He was going to wait until Butters told him it was okay before he did any more, but it was clear by the look on his face that he wanted to do it.
"B-but," he protested weakly. Or tried to. But all of the objections he'd had in his head when Kenny started it slid away into nothing, leaving only the memory of how good it had felt. And it had been amazing when they did all of that stuff in the closet. "...Can I have a kiss first?" he asked quietly, touching Kenny's cheek with just his fingertips.
"Of course you can," he said with a smile, standing up straight and drawing both hands up and into Butters' hair, pulling him down a little bit so Kenny could press their lips together. The kiss was slow, soft... his tongue brushing over Butters' lips. He was always trying his hardest to make the boy feel good, to show him that he really did care so much for him. He pulled away slightly and smirked. "Good enough kiss?" he asked softly.
Butters trembled slightly when Kenny pulled back, lips curled up in a lazy smile. "Yeah..." he whispered. Jesus, he loved kissing Kenny. It didn't matter how he was feeling, as soon as their lips touched, he felt fantastic. Like nothing else in the whole world mattered. He ran his fingers down Kenny's cheek again, leaning forward for another simple brush of their lips.
"You're so sweet," he murmured, kissing the tip of Butters' nose. "Now lean back again and just relax, and just let it feel good. Don't worry about anything. It's not dirty. I swear to you that everyone does it. Just ask Demi if you don't believe me." He placed one last kiss on the boy's lips and brought himself down again, starting off slow by just trailing the tip of his tongue along heated flesh.
Gosh, he couldn't ask Demi. He could barely talk about kissing Kenny with her without getting embarrassed. There was no way he could ask her about this. ...But he trusted Kenny, he trusted him with his life. Slowly, Butters relaxed against the wall, toes curling when Kenny's tongue touched him there again. "Kenny..." he sighed helplessly.
Kenny's lips slowly slid around the tip, tongue still working slowly as he began to softly suck. He was trying to go slow, light and easy, trying to push the part of his brain that was used to doing this hard and quick out of the way in favor of the side that wanted to take care of Butters. Steadily, slowly his mouth moved lower, sliding slightly back off and then dipping lower still. He was careful, always so careful, not to do too much at once, listening carefully the sounds Butters made to let him know just what to do.
Butters whimpered softly, eyes drifting closed as heat pooled low in his belly. Oh... Oh god. Oh god. He tried to say something, anything, about how amazing it felt, about how much he loved Kenny, but he couldn't make his mouth form words. He bit down on his bottom lip, chewing gently. His hips moved on their own accord, shifting closer to Kenny, and he had to curl his fingers into fists for lack of anything better to do with them.
The noises he was making, the way his hips were moving, the way his warm, wet skin tasted on Kenny's tongue was all more amazing than he could have expected it to be. Butters was just... well, beautiful was the first word to come to mind, but it wasn't the right one. Perfect. Yes... perfect. Kenny slowly began to pick up pace, setting an easy but firm rhythm and trying to coax Butters to the edge. This wouldn't be the end of their playtime today, if he could get away with it. He wanted one more little thing from the other boy... it was just a matter of convincing him that it was okay to give it up.
Toes curling, back arching, Butters let out a choked noise. Oh god, oh god, he felt just the way he did when they were in the closet together, right before... But Kenny's mouth was still Down There, he couldn't... "K-Kenny-" he tried to warn, unable to get out more than that before he could feel himself letting go. His head swam and he slumped bonelessly against the wall.
Slowly Kenny pulled back, swallowing without complaint and trailing kisses back up Butters' body as he stood. Nuzzling at the boy's shoulder, her gave a faint purr of approval before showering the patch of skin with more affectionate kisses. His hands smoothed over Butters' thighs, soothing, calming. "Just perfect," he murmured happily. "How do you feel?"
Butters nodded weakly, making a soft noise in the back of his throat. That was really as close as Kenny was going to get to a reply at the moment, in the verbal sense, at least. It was only a moment before Butters was able to lift his hand and brush his fingers gently through Kenny's hair. He felt amazing, of course. How could he feel anything but amazing after what had just happened?
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Butters and hugging him warmly. "I think I got the translation on that," he said, still smiling brightly. It was actually the first time he'd really enjoyed doing something like that for a very long while. He could pretend he liked it and make a damn good show out of it, but it wasn't until he found himself with this sweet, adorable boy that he really enjoyed any of it any more. It was a good feeling. "One day I'll teach you how to do it," he said, kissing along his jaw, "but right now there's something else I'd like from you, if you want to give it to me. It's very important and you can only give it away once. Which is why I'm going to let you say no if you want and I won't be even the slightest bit upset, ok? This is your decision, yours to give, and I would never take it from you... you understand what I'm talking about?"
Butters curled against Kenny, nuzzling into his neck and sighing contentedly. Maybe he'd let Kenny teach him. Maybe. It was kind of icky to think about, but maybe. He stroked Kenny's hair lazily, brow furrowing in confusion. "...What is it?" he whispered.
Kenny smiled and shook his head, he should have expected, actually... "I want to have sex with you," he explained in the bluntest and more straight-forward of terms he could think of. "And I'm talking about your virginity." He could imagine for Butters, being raised as religious as his family was, that would be a rather huge thing to ask for. Kenny's family, despite having a church to go to, never went and never cared and it just wasn't something that any of them thought of. He couldn't care less about his when he threw it haphazardly away at thirteen. He still didn't care where his was or what happened to it. But Butters... he cared, and so Kenny cared.
Butters' hand paused in Kenny's hair, then slid down to curl at the back of his neck. ...He couldn't say he wasn't thinking about Real Sex with Kenny. He was gorgeous and sweet and being with him made Butters feel better than anything else in the world. ...But to have it so soon? "...Not yet," he said, barely above a breath. "Someday."
Kenny nodded, still smiling, and leaned forward to kiss the tip of Butters' nose. "Of course," he said, hugging him a little tighter. "You just gotta let me know when you're ready, okay?" He paused, stopping himself from saying 'I wanted to make it special, for your birthday', because he wasn't supposed to know about that, or remember it, or whatever. He kissed Butters' cheek gently. "Is there anything at all I can do for you?" he asked with a slightly tilt of his head. He had a feeling cuddles were going to be in order - that was fine. As long as he was touching Butters, he was blissfully happy.
"'m really tired," Butters admitted, leaning into the cheek kiss. "Can we put our shorts on and go to bed?" He didn't want to let go of Kenny, not at all, but they couldn't spend the night in the bathroom. The nurses might not like that. He turned his head slightly, brushing the tip of his nose against Kenny's, smiling gently. "Just wanna be close to you."
"Sure thing," he said, breaking away for only a second to grab his clothes and hand the ones Butters brought in to him as well. "In real quick we'll be back in bed together and you can sleep if you want," he said, sliding his shorts on quickly before he turned to help Butters down off the counter. He wrapped his arms around the boy again and kissed his neck, running a hand affectionately through his hair.
Butters smiled, leaning into Kenny's hand before stepping into his boxers. He shifted closer and nuzzled into his chest, wrapping his arms comfortably around Kenny's middle. Such a great night. Except... He sighed quietly and pressed closer. "Hey Kenny?" he murmured, wrinkling his nose slightly.
"Yeah?" he asked, nuzzling against Butters' neck and running his hands up and down his back. He could never tell what Butters was thinking at moments like this, and sometimes it made him a bit nervous. But he knew, whatever was wrong, he could fix it just fine.
"...You know what tomorrow is, right?" he whispered hopefully. He had to know. He had to know it was his birthday, how could he not know? Butters had been dropping hints left and right for days now, he had to have some idea.
Kenny couldn't help but crack a smile and nodded. "Of course I do, silly... don't worry about it," he murmured in response. He wasn't going to lie to Butters, but he could still be as vague as he wanted to be.
Butters relaxed, smiling and snuggling closer. Oh good. He knew Kenny couldn't have forgotten about it. He just knew it. "Let's go to bed," he murmured happily. "Wanna snuggle up with you. 'm gettin' a little cold." Understandable really, since they were standing there in their underwear, and he really hadn't dried off properly. Not that he would have changed anything at all about what had just happened.
Taking Butters' hand in his, he led him to the bathroom door, peering around to make sure it was safe for them to crawl into bed. "Okay," he said with a smile. "Come here, let's sleep." He pulled Butters towards the bed and flopped down himself, pushing down the blankets and patting the bed next to him. "Were you really worried that I forgot, silly boy?" he asked with a small chuckle, shaking his head.
Butters turned pink, crawling into bed beside Kenny and tucking his face into his neck. "You didn't say anything," he whispered. "An' I was givin' you so many hints. Thought you didn't have any idea."
Kenny shook his head, wrapping his arms around Butters' waist and pulling him on top. "Well, I figured your surprise would be an even bigger surprise if you thought I'd totally forgotten about it. Cause then you'd be all mopey and thinking that I was a jerk and didn't remember and then you get your surprise and you're that much happier by comparison. But I'm sorry I made you upset by trying to trick you. I promise I'm going to make tomorrow really, really wonderful for you. Ok?"
Butters smiled, nodding and kissing Kenny softly before snuggling down against him. "Okay," he murmured. "'m sure it'll be the best birthday ever. 'Cause this year, I've got you."