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Eye of the Beholder	By : DragonSapphire Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eye of the Beholder
by KoiFishSushi and Jaden56

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South Park & Characters are property of Matt Stone & Trey Parker
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Chapter One

Fucking fuck.

Leopold ‘Butters’ Stotch - or rather, Leo, as he now went by - hated staying home from school. It meant that some stupid schmuck would come over and leave his homework at the doorstep, knock, and run just to keep away from crazy Leo. The blonde boy kept the home clean, he had no parents to deal with, but that didn't matter - it wasn't like anything ever really worked out for him.

A soft, little cough escaped as his attention turned from the television to the door as he heard someone knocking. Quickly he sat up and then doubled over, coughing into a few tissues. It was just a horrid cold. Finally he calmed and got up to head over to the door. He took his time because he figured that whomever it was delivering his homework would have left by that time. Brows arched as he opened the door and he spied Kenny McCormick on his doorstep, looking rather bored – if a walking parka could look bored – and didn’t seem to have any intention of bolting.

Leo’s unscarred, intact green eye narrowed and he slid a hand forward to untie the other's coat, since it covered Kenny's mouth. He didn't even bother to ask if it was okay to do such.

“You're going to talk if you stop by my home. Did you bring my homework?" He was all sniffles and sneezes.

Kenny slapped 'Leo's' hand away from his mouth almost off-hand, lazily loosening the tie enough that he could push his parka hood back on his shoulders. His blonde hair was mussed and sticking up all over the place, but on Kenny, with his pale skin and haunted blue eyes, it looked like he'd just tumbled out of bed after a wild bout of sex.

"Yeah, I brought it," he shrugged, making no move to hand Leo the slightly crumpled sheets of paper in his hand.

"Fuck," Leo hissed a little as his hand was lightly slapped away. If he had nails, they would have darted out in anger like a pissed off feline. He glared that single green eye across at the other blonde. "Do you ever brush your hair?" That low voice rumbled out, smoother than one would expect from him, though he was talking quieter due to his cold. “Well? Are you going to stand there or hand me my work? You can come in but you'll probably catch my cold."

He felt like crap but he didn't really look like it. His nose was a little red though, from simply rubbing it with tissues.

Kenny shrugged again, and came inside, his arm brushing Leo's hip as he walked past and immediately took up station on the other teen's couch as if he'd done so a thousand times before, sitting on the worn, thinly padded arm with one foot on a seat cushion and the other on the floor.

"Do you ever stop nagging?" Kenny asked disinterestedly, one hand stealing inside his pocket and fishing for a cigarette, which he stuck unlit into his mouth, and his old beat up Bic that was a little harder to find in his deep, unorganized pockets.

Leo followed, shuddering involuntarily at the casual touch to his hip. The faint contact was weird, and unexpected. Quietly he sat down on the couch and tugged a lighter from between the cushions, lighting it up to get the other's cigarette lit. Without hesitation, he ducked in and took a drag off of Kenny’s fag, eye heavily lidded.

"I do," he said quietly, before sitting back against the couch and letting the smoke trail out his lips slowly, tantalizingly teasing over the pink flesh.

Kenny's unreadable gaze watched that bluish gray smoke curl under Leo's red nose, teasing his cheeks and watery eyes. His eyes went back to his cigarette, watching the ash gather and burn a moment before putting the end in his mouth and taking a deep drag, sharing an indirect kiss with the other blonde and thinking nothing of it.

"You shouldn't smoke when you're sick," Kenny offered, not really caring either way.

"You shouldn't suck on the fag after I did. You're gonna catch my cold, then you couldn't smoke because you'd be sick," Leo said quietly and thoughtfully, that one eye looking over at Kenny.

It was weird to have Kenny on his couch, the boy that was associated with those fucking bastards. It was never Kenny that had tormented him though. Kenny was always quiet and standing there while Cartman and those other two fucking faggots made him look like a total idiot.

"If you're going to inadvertently kiss me via that cigarette you could make it worth my while. I haven't figured out why you're still in here, but you've got to have some motive. Is it physical?" Leo blinked, looking at the television.

Kenny just made a vague sound, exhaling the smoke slowly before sucking pointedly on his cancer stick again. He offered it back to Leo.

Leo reached out to snatch it, tugging it between his lips, tongue eagerly caressing the cigarette before he gave it back. The filter was probably near dripping with spit now. Kenny didn't respond often, did he? His eye narrowed and he turned to face him, still offering the cigarette as he unexpectedly pushed lips up against the other's neck, biting roughly.

Kenny took the fag and flicked the wavering butt of ash off the end of the now-soggy cigarette, letting it hang loosely between two fingers while the smoke curled around his wrists and stained his orange parka sleeve with its strong tobacco scent. He made a small sound in response to the bite, although whether it was from pain, annoyance, or pleasure wasn't specified since Kenny's bland expression never wavered.

Now Leo had a determination. He growled lowly, closing his eye as he pressed his lips firmly on that neck, sucking up a slow welt. He took his time. He wasn’t completely a virgin, but he had messed around quite a bit before. So there was no doubt he knew what he was doing.

"Come on. You've got to have an expression other than absolutely stoic..." Leo rumbled the words out, biting against his neck again, one hand had settled on Kenny's thigh, grasping eagerly but not forward enough.

Kenny glanced at Leo from the corner of his lifeless blue eyes. He lifted the cigarette for one more deep inhale, and held the smoke as he let the fag fall still-burning onto Leo's carpet. He took the teen's chin in hand and tilted Leo’s head up away from his neck, looking into one dully gleaming green eye, the other sealed shut over an empty socket, and brought their lips together, blowing the smoke out into Leo's open mouth.

The opening of lips was accepted by Leo, welcomed and savored, sharing the smoke before he shuddered and let tongue out just far enough to trace Kenny's upper lip.

"If you want, I got some pot. I'll share. You've gotta be batshit insane to even step foot in here, apparently, so let me welcome you by sharing my goods." Leo was well-spoken; Kenny didn’t speak. "Besides, out of your cult of friends you're the only one who never fucked with me. I appreciate that..."

Kenny just shrugged - a reaction that was sure to grate on Leo's nerves eventually.

"Whatever," he said without the menace or belittlement that would have overlapped his friends' words had they been the ones addressing 'that blind freak.' He slid off the arm of the couch, his foot extinguishing the smoldering tip of the cigarette before he bent over and retrieved the half-smoked stick. Cigarettes were too hard to come by, being that he was underage and unable to afford them most of the time, unless he skipped lunch for a few days. He buried his hands in his deep pockets, his posture almost elegantly slouched and unhurried.

Leo stood up, glaring at Kenny, before he turned to head back to his bedroom, rather, his parent's bedroom. Or... both. He'd had the wall knocked out, keeping a few support beams still standing in the room, painted blue for no real reason. He settled on the bed in the huge room, it was awfully big since it was two rooms on the top floor, a bathroom connected to one side.

"I share my shit with you, you should do something for me," murmured the slightly older blonde, although Leo was just barely eighteen. As he went about getting his papers and pot, he also unzipped his pants to let Kenny know what he expected of him - sucking his cock of course. The blunt was rolled in near record time, and his lighter drawn up to light the tip. "Here. First drag. It'll make cock sucking easier on you, it'll relax you."

Kenny looked around the big room with as much interest as he gave anything - which was, not at all. Leo was aggressive and domineering, but there was a slight awkwardness to his hard-ass front, as if he hadn’t been born into the role like someone who had been and cultivated cruelty like a connoisseur, like Eric Cartman, for instance. Unfazed, Kenny ignored both the blunt and the other’s unzipped pants as he sat himself on Leo's bed, the coverlet something a Desperate Housewife likely would have picked, and stretched out on his back with his hands tucked casually behind his messy blonde head.

A shrug was given and Leo tugged the blunt to his lips, lighting it up quickly. The first lungful was taken and he held it in, crawling on top of Kenny without hesitation. He shifted so that he sat atop the other's stomach, and then leaned down, careful of the warm tip of the blunt. Lips pushed against the other's lips, though barely, just close enough to let the smoke out slowly. He shuddered, and brought the drug between his lips again, sitting up somewhat to light the tip again. Another deep drag was taken, and exhaled through his nose.

"Mmm... Here." Leo lit the blunt again and pushed it against Kenny's lips. "Go on."

Kenny breathed the smoke in deeply, absorbing the heady second-hand mist before blowing the thicker smoke out again. His lips puckered around the offered tip but he didn't take a toke of his own yet, instead looking up at Leo, raising an eyebrow fractionally.

"Don't I have to suck cock for that?" he stated dryly, as if disappointed the other teen had caved in so easily, although nothing in his tone actually gave that impression. It was just... there.

"Mm... not yet," Leo whispered, that single eye hooded as he stared down at the other. "C'mon. Toke, so I can." He murmured, ducking down to press his lips against the other's neck, holding the burning joint at those lips, as his own began to smatter disturbingly sweet affection all over the slightly younger boy's neck, hips meshed against hips in that position, though he wasn't incredibly aroused or anything.

"Don't worry, we'll get to the cock sucking if we get to it." As sad as it was, it didn't seem like Leo wanted someone to fuck with, he just wanted company. Desperately wanted another person near him - no one liked him, he was awful and everyone knew it. They were afraid of him.

Kenny's head turned slightly to the side - what Leo took as an encouraging sign, apparently, as he attached a bit of teeth to the multitude of kisses on his neck. The tip of his tongue flicked out to dampen the tightly bound point of the joint before he took a hit, mimicking Leo's earlier action with his cigarette. Kenny's lack of expression made it difficult to discern whether the action was mockery, seduction, or just plain habit, like licking the cool condensation from the rim of a glass before taking a sip.

Leo looked at Kenny, watching him take a drag from the blunt...just watching that lewd tongue. He shuddered just a little, a light groan escaping just from the fact that he saw that deed. He knew that Kenny would be good at doing other things, the boy had to be gay, he had to. He was allowing Leo atop of him, and not complaining that Leo's half hard length was up against Kenny's own groin. A few more drags would be passed between the two before the blunt was finished off and the top blonde's head was swimming.

"Mnh... I feel better now..." Hell, he didn't even feel sick really, he just liked the current positioning. It was... wonderful. "How about that payback? I can make it interesting..."

Kenny felt slightly dizzy and more than a little bit buzzed. Weed was more expensive to come by than cigarettes and he was feeling the effects much more keenly after abstinence. He wouldn't even bother asking his friends. The effort wouldn’t be worth their jeering or obligating himself to be in their perceived debt, no matter that he didn't allow too much shit from them before snapping back, and what he did take rolled off his back like water.

Kenny's hands slid out from under his head, stretching to either side and leaving himself casually splayed open to the boy on top of him. "Whatever," he said with his usual untranslatable nonchalance, and then added for Leo's benefit since he hadn't been around Kenny all his life and didn't understand the parka-speak that sometimes continued over even when the hood was off, "Sure."

A little grin spread over Leo’s face, eye hooded quite lazily, brows fixed together before Leo shifted to crawl off of Kenny. He disappeared into the hallway and into the room across the hall, since there wasn't even a closet in his huge room. He was quick to return, five minutes later, maybe. What he wore was probably a shocker, since it was something Leo only wore in private. Kenny might remember dressing him as a girl to infiltrate a sleep over... That habit reoccurred in private so many years later, he'd tested out some of his dead mother's dresses and then started buying clothes off of the internet to maintain hidden in his fetish.

The skirt Leo wore was just short enough to show the sheer g-string beneath, it was black and mesh-like, the skirt itself was black and almost schoolgirl like. His shirt was a white button up that was snug to his body, and a blue and green plaid tie was just tight enough around his neck. Even a fucking barrette was put in his hair to keep it somewhat out of his face, and knee-high stockings finished off the outfit.

He simply walked over to the bed, one brow arched up. "Mhh...?"

Kenny's eyebrow mirrored Leo's, although to a lesser degree.

"What the fuck's up with that," he murmured, his slightly glazed eyes taking in the strange uniform that oddly suited the other teen, lingering on the barrette in the shape of a small green bow. When Leo shrugged - his mockery of Kenny's favorite expression plain - it finally drew more of an expression out of the younger blonde in the form of a small snort.

"Fag," he said, not unkindly, but didn't run away screaming to his friends about the blind freak that also happened to kiss boys and prance around in women's thongs.

A little smirk spread on those naturally plush lips, before Leo slipped back onto the bed, sitting next to Kenny.

"You're staring like you want it," he stated bluntly, keeping his ass planted on the bed, his hands pressed on either side of the pillow Kenny rested his head upon. That single eye stared down and then he ducked back downwards, pressing a few slow, wet kisses along Kenny's neck again. He assumed that Kenny liked it since he'd almost responded in a good way, or what he figured was a good way.

"Mmnhh... At least this way, if you don't like guys, you can pretend I'm a girl. I'll tuck it back if it helps you." He didn't realize how much he sounded like he wanted sex, he was... quite traditional and equated sex with love to even think about that possibility. Oh well.

"You don't like kissing," Kenny 'asked,' infliction absent in his tone, but he'd noticed the way Leo went for his neck unless they were sharing a toke. As if setting up a smoke barrier that wouldn't leave him as exposed if the 'kisses' were functional rather than a physical need stemmed from emotions that Kenny knew could be all-too dangerous.

Kenny's hand drifted to Leo's exposed thigh, his fingers just barely brushing over the fine blond hairs that softly blanketed pale skin, partially relieved that the teen didn't take his dress-up so seriously that he felt the need to shave, pluck, or wax. Or at least not his legs.

Leo's legs were too pale to really bother shaving. The hair wasn't thick, it wasn't even obvious but when someone touched it, it caused a mess of goosebumps to form on his flesh and crawl up his spine. The words caused him to sit up a little and then he ducked down, pushing lips flush to lips, tugging on the other's bottom lip to refute that minor, perceived challenge. He liked kissing, and somehow he was good at it, not practiced, but good. His hands tangled into Kenny's terrible mess of hair, just in time to break the kiss.

"Who said I don't like kissing?"

Kenny shrugged. "Doesn't matter either way."

Perhaps a small part of Leo hadn't wanted to chance his visitor getting sick, or that he was obligated to prove assumptions about himself wrong, but Kenny really didn't care for the reasoning behind it either. He wasn't gay, but he didn't give a fuck if other dudes wanted to be. For example, anyone with eyes - or an eye - could see Cartman had a walking hard-on for Kyle since forever, but really he didn't give a fuck about that either, other than a faint repulsion and pity for the thought of all that lard on top of anyone.

Kenny wished he could pull his parka back up, feeling exposed with it off for so long and finding comfort that people didn't expect him to talk when he was hidden away, but of course he didn't let his discomfort show.

"Don't spew on me," was all he offered.

"I have a cold, and it's not that bad. I'm not that sick," Leo whispered, pushing his lips against the other's lips again, just a light kiss that time, though a moan managed to escape as he shifted himself so he was straddling the other's waist again. He wanted to get a rise out of Kenny, verbal or physical, he wanted to get him moving, talking, or making sweet, erotic noises. Whatever he could manage to get. He shuddered and grasped a hold of Kenny's hand, tugging it from his thigh to further up his skirt, back along the round curve of his ass.

"I could never be straight... or bisexual for that matter. The whole idea of getting a chick pregnant and knowing it was my kid… fuck that. Guys have such wonderful bodies... and I think yours is really nice..." Leo muttered, grinding his hips down against Kenny's.

"Mmhm," Kenny answered vaguely, although his hips rocked back just slightly and his voice held the tiniest hint of breathlessness. Not much, but it was something. He didn't know how Leo could determine whether or not he liked Kenny's thin, bony body through his baggy jeans and padded orange parka, but whatever. He figured that wouldn't be an issue soon if the other insisted on crossing swords, so to speak.

"Tits are nice," Kenny bantered, his blunt fingernails digging slightly into the curve of Leo's ass to test its firmness. "Real ones," he added off-hand, thinking of Mrs. Garrison’s obviously implanted tits and Ms. Choksondik whose massive rack had to have been two separate life forms that had attached themselves to her chest.

"Nhh... Yeah... I guess... But they're never consistent... one's always a little larger than the other... or they're disfigured... too big, too small. I think I could be with a girl who had like... no boobs..." Leo shrugged lightly, brows fixed together.

The concentration in his voice was obvious, he was trying not to get overly excited so soon but there was that small bit of fear in his mind from the fact that he could be getting himself into a situation he couldn't handle, aka, sex. "Hnh... you should let your nails grow so you can break flesh with them." Okay, he had a bit of an awkward kink in that fact, he liked being scratched and bitten. Yes.

Kenny figured he'd reached his max quota on obligated conversation, allowing Leo to talk shit and responding with the muffled grunts of parka-speak, if he had to answer at all. Leo's ass conformed to the curved palm of his hand surprisingly well, and Kenny hooked his finger around the thin string of elastic holding the scrap of cloth up, stretching it taught before releasing the string with a satisfying, fleshy 'snap' against Leo's lower hip.

Leo’s eye slid shut tightly, just reveling in the feeling of that hand cupping his ass like that, and then that snap of material. Hips quickly slammed forward, grinding rougher against his company's own hips, it was clear in the mesh material of his g-string that he was hard, but the skirt hid that from view pretty well for now.

"Mnhhg... Ahh... You ever done anything with a guy before, Kenny?" Leo murmured in his haze, eye shut just because he couldn't focus on looking at anything at all at the moment.

"No," Kenny answered, his own unfettered voice giving the other blunt, unapologetic honesty.

No? Leo shuddered at that thought, maybe Kenny didn't even want to be there. No, the guy clearly wasn't complaining and running off, and he wasn't bitching about it. He was touching Leo in all the right ways!

Kenny liked round tits and yawning bubblegum pink cunts like any other seventeen-year-old male, with the large porn collection stashed haphazardly under his mattress to testify. But asses, mouths, and friction could be found with either gender, so gay shit didn't faze him as much as others who put value on what was between the legs - whether they've actually traversed that territory or not. It made no difference to him.

His finger returned again to the elastic band, but instead of snapping it yet he traced it around to the front where it overlapped the head of Leo's cock gyrating against his clothed crotch... pulling the band back and releasing it with a sudden hard snap right over the circumcised mushroom cap of Leo's dick.

The top blonde gasped and lurched forward, nearly running into his headboard that was a bit beyond Kenny's head, hips positioned over the bottom's chest.

"F-Fuck... That was... unexpected," Leo said quietly, brows arched downwards a little. Slowly he crawled back down, rubbing nose against nose as he brushed lips together again. "Fucking asshole..." Since Kenny had never done anything with a guy, Leo decided to treat him, maybe proving that things could be fun would get Kenny to come back for more? The smaller boy scooted down between the other's thighs, rubbing his face against Kenny's crotch, against his pants.

"It's been a while, but I can suck cock... You want me to?" Girls did that, maybe that'd make it better for Kenny?

Kenny had half-expected to be punched in the face for that move, but luckily - he supposed - it was in his favor that Leo seemed to get off on a little pain. Kenny had suffered more violent, painful deaths than any of South Park's inhabitants, he was sure, and didn't share the masochistic kink quite as readily. With Leo's weight off his hips Kenny leaned up on one elbow and looked down the length of his body to the teen kneeling between his legs like a whore, his curved back pushing his ass out in a way that could be a contrived allure, or unconscious body language that conformed to his feminine attire.

Kenny caught the faint hesitation in Leo's question, as if afraid he'd weird Kenny out so badly the other blonde would bolt, but the pause was cute. Almost.

"...Yeah."

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