This Night

It wasn’t until Butters got into college that he began to make an appearance at his classmate’s parties. The main reason he didn’t attend such events during his childhood and teenage years was that he rarely received an invitation; the other reason was that when he did, his dad always said no. Butters enjoyed music and dancing, but he also loved to watch movies with his parents or play board games with his neighbor Dougie. So, he never really looked forward to getting illegally drunk in some basement. If he was being honest, the only reason he was now leaning against the wall in Stan’s living room, drinking from his glass of rum and soda, was because Kenny was there too. Kenny was a friend from his College, two years older than him, the same degree, but a different major. As far as Butters knew, Kenny didn’t have the money to pay for college, but he was smart enough to keep a scholarship. Of course, he wouldn’t have trouble paying his loan when, as he dreamed, became a neurosurgeon. Butters, who was studying to become a Nurse, met Kenny when his friend Eric introduced them and struck up a friendship with him when they took the same class in the summer. They hit it off immediately and before the term was over, Butters was absolutely smitten with Kenny. He didn’t confess his feelings because he knew Kenny only saw him as a friend and, although it hurt, it was fine. He was in college looking for a degree, not a boyfriend. Of course, his brain and heart were still fighting against each other. That’s why, at every casual gathering or crowded party like this one, Butters danced his eyes all over the place until he found Kenny, and when he did, he never let him out of his sight. In those events, he saw Kenny laugh with his friends, kiss his current fling, or drink nonstop. Sometimes, when Butters got the nerve, he would laugh and drink beside him too. Due to his borderline attitude of a stalker, Butters was the only one to notice that Kenny wasn’t acting like his usual self, and also saw him walk out into the backyard with a carton of beer in his arms. As he watched him disappear out the door, he bit his lower lip, undecided as to whether he should go after him or not. But it didn’t take him long to make up his mind because at that moment, with his confidence at its peak thanks to alcohol, it was easy to tell himself that Kenny needed him. When Butters came out, he found Kenny sitting on the grass, looking at the starry sky and drinking a bottle of beer without even breathing. Kenny was just as or a little more intoxicated than Butters was, but that didn’t stop him from noticing his presence. Butters sat down next to him and asked why Kenny wasn’t inside the house, enjoying himself like the rest of his friends. As an answer, Kenny shrugged and then returned the question with a hand gesture. Butters wasn’t drunk enough yet to confess that he had no interest in the party. That the only reason he was in Stan’s house, in that backyard, or pretty much anywhere else, was because of Kenny. So he shrugged too. “I needed to breathe fresh air.” Kenny smiled slightly and drank some more. Butters grabbed a beer from the box and did the same. Several bottles later, Butters still didn’t know why Kenny ran away from the party, but he wasn’t asking anymore. Whatever it was, his friend’s mood seemed to have improved after Butters told him he was there, to help him if he had any troubles, and now the two of them were chatting animatedly. Also, at that hour, the drinks could hardly counter the cold outside, so they were close, making Butters feel like he was in heaven. Suddenly Kenny stopped laughing, causing Butters to look at him in confusion. “What’s wrong? “It’s just… “ Kenny looked up at the sky. “Thank you.” “Oh, um-You’re welcome, I guess… Why?” “For being here with me.” Kenny rarely got drunk enough to start telling everyone how much he appreciated them, but tonight he did and Butters’ stomach filled with butterflies. “You’re welcome,” Butters repeated without taking his eyes off his companion’s face as he leaned into him, looking for warmth and an intimate contact. “You are good. So nice. All the time…” Kenny said, and when he ventured to look at Butters, he discovered that Stotch’ face was close, too close. Butters didn’t seem to have noticed that he had invaded his personal space. Kenny smiled and for a brief moment he tought Butters was handsome. “Hi Leo,” he said in a goofy voice to make Butters notice how close they were,but instead of pulling away, his friend closed the space between them and Kenny felt Butter’s mouth on his. If Kenny hadn’t been intoxicated, he would have pulled away, but since his system was overloaded with booze he only managed to think Butters’ lips moving over his felt great and were helping him to distract himself from the reason he decided to ran away from the party. Kenny had felt miserable all week and couldn’t stand being at the party for another second. Specifically, he couldn’t stand being around Stan. Seeing his friend parting, as if he hadn’t broken his heart was extremely painful. If he thought about it, having his heart broken was his fault, but knowing it didn’t stop it from hurting. In fact, it made him feel even worse. Kenny met Stan and Kyle in his freshman year of college and managed to strike up a pretty good friendship with the two of them. At some point in his sophomore year, Kenny developed a crush on Stan but never talked about it because Kyle and Stan were a couple. It wasn’t until his junior year, when the pair broke off their relationship, that Kenny managed to attract Stan’s attention. He wished he could be more than just someone convenient whenever Stan needed take care of his sexual urges, but for Stan, a commitment to someone other than Kyle was out of the question. Kenny knew Stan only saw him as a distraction, but he didn’t mind because he was deeply in love. But he must have foreseen that Kyle and Stan would go back together. It sucked knowing that the only reason Stan was throwing a party right now was to tell everyone that he was getting back together with Kyle, like he was announcing their engagement. Ridiculous. As ridiculous as Kenny felt when Stan called to tell him that now that he was back with Kyle, they couldn’t even be friends anymore. If they keep hanging out Stan would end up spilling the beans and Kyle would get mad at both. Butters drank Kenny’s kiss, which suddenly turned desperate, and groaned. He had no idea where he had gotten the courage to Kiss Kenny, but he didn’t regret it. How could he? Kenny was kissing him like no one had ever kissed him before. He was so happy that it never crossed his mind that Kenny only returned his kiss because he wanted to feel something else than the disappointment flooding his chest. Ten minutes later, they both clumsily climbed the stairs to the second floor of the house and locked themselves in Stan’s room. Butters said it wasn’t a good idea, that Stan would be upset, but Kenny answered that he didn’t give a shit about Stan. Kenny wanted to sleep with Butters because he had always found him attractive, but that wasn’t the only reason. He also wanted to declare to Stan that just as he considered Kenny to be a throwaway, Kenny held him in the same regard. However, as soon as he flopped onto the bed with Butters, he couldn’t help but remember all the times he’d touched the owner of that room. He knew he was with Butters, but all he could think about was Stan as he put his hands under Butters’ shirt and removed it. It was his friend’s room where he was unbuttoning and pulling down Butters’ pants. It was Stan’s bed where he was climbing on someone else and, it was Stan’s sheets that he was likely to stain now that he had reached under Butters’ boxers. Kenny caught Butters’ erection between his fingers and licked his lips. Recognizing for the first time that he was with the blonde, thanks to Butters being much longer and ticker than Stan. For a brief moment he imagined bringing Butters’ erection to his mouth, but he dismissed the idea because, while Kenny appreciated his partner, he didn’t feel like spending too much time on the foreplay. Also, Butters was very wet, which meant they didn’t need the extra effort. Kenny moved his hand up and down in a fast rhythm that made Butters bite his lip and curl his toes, but he stopped as soon as he felt Butters’ cock throb. They couldn’t finish when they hadn’t even started. He pulled away from Butters and, ignoring his whimper about being abandoned, walked over to Stan’s nightstand to rummage through his drawer until he found a small bottle of lube and some condoms. Right where he had left them the last time he and Stan were there, doing the same thing he was now doing with Butters. He returned to the bed and forced Butters to lie back fully on the mattress. He pulled his pants down and pulled off his shirt, under the stunned look of his companion. Butters didn’t even know what to do with his hands, moreover, it looked like he wasn’t breathing. Kenny smiled and remembered the first time he and Stan were together. Quite a similar situation because Stan was also not used to being with someone who moved without hesitation. At first Stan tried to make it seem like he liked to take the reins and touched him, but eventually he gave in as he groaned softly and shuddered with delight. He let Kenny indulge him and Kenny didn’t let him down. Butters eventually regained the ability to move and dared to put both hands on Kenny’s sides as Kenny leaned into him and, in the most hypnotic voice he had ever heard, asked him what he preferred. Topping or bottoming. Butters stifled a moan because he had no answer to that question. He had a collection of dildos, so anyone would have the impression that he preferred to receive, but the truth was now, he was dying to be inside of Kenny, to bury himself in him as deep as possible. In his hot, wet, and tight body. “I want…” he said in a choked voice, “to be inside you.” “As you wish.” Kenny chuckle because Butters looked extremely embarrassed, and handed him a condom silently ordering him to put it on. Butters stared at him like a fool and it wasn’t until Kenny took the little bottle of lube and smeared his fingers with the thick liquid that Butters managed to react and sat up to put on the condom. He then tried to switch positions with Kenny, but Kenny shook his head and pushed him back onto the bed. Kenny leaned over Butters again, to make sure he couldn’t move, then rubbed their dicks against each other while fingering himself. Butters wanted to be in charge of stretching out Kenny’s insides, wanted to bury his fingers in him and prepare him slowly and lovingly, not in the rush that Kenny seemed to be doing, but he couldn’t open his mouth. Before it had been too hard for him to ask for what he wanted and he only spoke because Kenny asked him to, now he couldn’t make a sound. There was nothing left for him to do but gawk at how Kenny bit his lips and narrowed his eyes, enjoying the slight sensations of pleasure that his fingers gave him every time he slightly touched his prostate. Butters lost track of himself as he finally felt his erection being slowly encircled by Kenny’s hot insides and the latter felt the same as Butters’ dimensions brushed against him in all the right places. Kenny let out a groan of delight as he finally managed to slide Butters deep inside himself and it took him several seconds to get used to the sensation and began to move. He almost regretted that he didn’t take enough time to prepare himself. Although the key word was almost, because the painful pressure made him feel full and unable to think about anything else. Eventually Kenny found a rhythm that pleased them both and although Butters tried to guide him, Kenny stopped him because he wanted to take care of everything, the rhythm, the moment, and the form. Butters couldn’t complain, he could only watch and hope it wouldn’t end soon. The heat, the air that wasn’t rushing into his lungs fast enough to supply his pounding heart. He was lost in pleasure. Eventually Stan’s memories washed over Kenny and he soon stopped hearing Butters’ soft moans, who seemed too focused on the sensation to realize that Kenny’s mind was lost in his memories. Butters had an “I love you” trapped between his lips, but his moans of pleasure and Kenny’s kisses on his neck did not let him speak. Which was lucky because when Kenny picked up the pace, Butters could clearly hear him muttering Stan’s name. Like a mantra, as if he were invoking a god. His god. Kenny said Stan’s name about three times before he came. Butters lost the ability to breathe and the situation nearly made him lose his erection as well; however, even after he was done, Kenny continued to move, squishing him hard enough for Butters to refocus on the sensation and cum. Sadly, what should have been the best orgasm of his life turned into something on the regular and sad spectrum. He would never have imagined that he could describe an orgasm as sad and most likely his face showed how uncomfortable he was with the situation because when Kenny looked at him, his satisfied expression disappeared instantly. “What’s wrong?" He asked worriedly, pulling away from Butters and making the cold he was feeling even worse. The confusion in his voice told Butters that Kenny had no idea he had been saying Stan’s name. “Nothing…” Butters whispered and fortunately or unfortunately, at that same second the bedroom’s door opened. Kyle and Stan entered the bedroom, kissing and touching, just like Kenny and Butters had minutes before. Needless to say, Stan was upset when he found them. Kenny tried to joke to relax the situation, unsuccessfully because his expression said that he didn’t feel sorry for what he had done, in fact, he was happy to have been caught. Butters could see that Stan was more upset than he should be and that Kenny was enjoying it. Kyle was upset too, but probably just because of the obvious part of the situation and not because he knew that Kenny had sex with someone on Stan’s bed to satisfy some kind of fantasy. Then Butters felt a lump in his throat and felt like throwing up. It was as if his body wanted to return to sobriety so that he could process the situation he was going through. Kenny used him. He lowered his head out of embarrassment and unwillingness to let anyone see his defeated expression. He dressed as quickly as he could and apologized to Stan before running out of the room. Butters didn’t stop running until he reached the bathroom where he knelt in front of the toilet and emptied his stomach. The taste of bile barely managed to distract him from the sensation of having stepped into heaven and then been abruptly returned to earth, no, rather, being spit back to hell. He was heartbroken. He heard a knock on the door and between puking he managed to answer, “Occupied, can’t you hear I’m throwing up here?” Although his answer did not manage to prevent whoever knocked on the door from opening it and getting into the small room. Butters wanted to protest but another gag and recognizing Kenny in the newcomer stopped him. “Are you okay? Kenny immediately knelt down beside him and Butters, eyes watering and saliva dripping from his mouth, avoided making any gesture of acknowledgment of the question. Instead he kept throwing up while Kenny massaged his back. “Sorry,” Kenny said when Butters finally stopped vomiting. Butters wiped his mouth with toilet paper and thought about asking him why he was apologizing for: for taking him to Stan’s bedroom with the intention of being caught, or for using him and calling him Stan. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t say a word, that would make Kenny feel bad or make them face a reality that he didn’t want to acknowledge. “No…” he made a move to get up and almost lost his balance so Kenny quickly got up to help him. “You better? “Yes-no,” he inhaled deeply. “I’m not used to people hating me. Stan invited me to his party and we…” “Don’t worry about it,” Kenny replied with a sad smile. “Stan is only mad at me. He knows it was my idea.” Kenny’s expression made Butters’ stomach clench. He wanted to hug him, but instead he pulled away. “I’m going home.” He made a move to start walking, but Kenny stopped him. “I’ll go with you, you’re not okay.” “There’s no need. “ Stotch had mixed feelings. He didn’t want Kenny to leave him alone, but his presence made him feel worthless. As if he and some sex doll were the same thing. Probably the only difference was that using Butters’ body felt better. Probably. He finally decided it would be better to be alone, so he tried to push Kenny past him, but as soon as his hand made contact with McCormick’s chest, Butters took a step back. “I’m going alone.” “I’m coming with you,” Kenny said in a firm voice that left no room for protest. Though he was perfectly aware that Butters didn’t want him around. Butters’s house wasn’t far, so they wouldn’t walk more than five blocks. But the amount of time it took them to cover that distance was enough for Kenny to start thinking about everything that had happened. From the time he kissed Butters to Butters himself rejecting his touch in the bathroom. He had no idea he had been saying Stan’s name, so he could only attribute Butters’ behavior to regret. Butters was now sober and surely regretted having sex with him. Furthermore, it was very likely that Butters was so intoxicated that he just got carried away. “I’m sorry,” Kenny said softly again, and Butters’ shoulders tensed. “I thought…” Kenny stifled a groan and then started talking very fast. “I thought… well, we’re both drunk, but maybe you more than me because you were throwing up and I don’t know, sorry, I didn’t mean to take you to the second floor if you didn’t know what you were doing, I don’t even know if you’re okay now. I thought you wanted too… but you didn’t want to and I took advantage of you…” “No!” Butters wasn’t understanding everything the other was saying, but he had a very clear idea. “I did want to!” He blushed realizing he had practically yelled that. Kenny was a little surprised. “Really?” Butters’ face felt hot. “Yes…” he knew this was his opportunity to tell Kenny that he was in love with him, but he’ll never confess his feelings. “But we shouldn’t have.” Stotch looked down. “Oh.” Kenny also looked at the ground and then they reached Butters’ house. Kenny was relieved that Butters gave his consent. But sad because his friend started to regret having sex with him a few seconds after they come. But not at all surprised because no one really wanted to be with him. Stan wasn’t the first one to throw him away. It seemed Kenny’s face screamed “One night stand. Do not fall in love. Not worth it.” Kenny didn’t know what was wrong with him, but whatever it was, Butters noticed as soon as the ecstasy of his orgasm wore off. “You’re right, we shouldn’t have.” They spent a long moment in silence. “B-bye.” If that was one of Stotch’s fantasies, Kenny would kiss him goodbye. But unfortunately, Butters believed their situation was just an awkward moment between a person in love and another looking for a good time, but nothing more. “Ah yeah sure. See you.” Kenny waved him off. Resisting the urge to ask, why, if Butters liked the sex, he didn’t want be near him anymore. As Butters closed the door of his house, he realized that they would see each other again, but their friendship was already ruined. “Don’t cry,” he whispered to himself but he couldn’t stop his eyes from filling with tears. He had had sex with Kenny, the person he loved and that was more than he ever dreamed he could do. The last thing they would do together. On his end, Kenny stood in front of Butters’ door for several minutes. He felt emptier than before. Stan left him and he, instead of taking Butters’ helping hand, decided to show him that side of him that everyone seemed to hate. He accepted his friend’s kiss to heal his ego and put him in an awkward situation for meaningless revenge… and now their friendship was ruined. They probably wouldn’t speak to each other again.   This night was shit.