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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 Two

Leo got up off of the bed, and headed over to a shelf across the room. He returned with a bottle of flavored lubricant that was supposed to taste like apples, sour apples. It was good to him. He grinned crookedly and sat the bottle aside, beginning to unbutton Kenny's pants and then he proceeded to yank them down along with any boxers that were underneath.

"Mm..." Quiet content noises broke the air as he began to pour lubricant on the length, flaccid or not. He made a mess down there, drizzling it all over Kenny’s hips and whatnot. Lips met with flesh on those hips as he began to lick off the lubricant, kissing and nipping here and there, not yet getting near the other's length.

Kenny didn't believe lube could be as delicious as Leo made the mess out to be - maybe if it were warm butterscotch or marshmallow paste he'd get it - but he'd seen girls lick their sugary, frosted glosses directly off the applicator before and he doubted lube could be any more disgusting than that. His cock had stirred slightly in response to Leo's grinding, but his attire had been distracting enough that Kenny hadn't quite fully settled into the rough friction before Leo was gone off of him. His hand reached out and fingered the blonde's hair as his head moved around over his hips, fascinated for some reason by the little green bow.

That bow was so girly, it was, and Leo knew it. The kisses strayed along thighs, licking here and there, tasting the delicious apple lubricant. If Kenny wanted marshmallow cream, there was some downstairs, but that silent fucker would have to voice his desires, dammit. He smiled and pursed lips against the very base of Kenny's cock, licking in a few small circles before he trailed his tongue all the way up to the tip.

"How often do you get head?" he asked, just simply curious. It had been quite some time since Leo had given it, so he was merely curious!

Leo could almost feel the shrug before Kenny's shoulder even twitched.

"Dunno. It's been a few months," the resurrected teen guessed, which was a lifetime for any guy who'd ever gotten sucked off before. But the girls in South Park still freaked at little more than groping (fuck that sex-ed class in fourth grade that had left its vile taint on the impressionable female population), and his own hand often did just as well.

A chuckle managed to slip out before Leo simply parted his lips and tugged the thickened head of that flesh inside, just sucking it down his throat as if he were a pro at this sort of thing. Actually, he'd never admit who he'd done this to last, but he practiced rather often on other objects, just to make sure he could still deep throat without gagging. Dildos worked nicely for practice on all sorts of things. Within no time, he had his lips snug around the base of Kenny's length, a low groan passing, just to rumble the hard flesh he claimed as his for the moment. Oh he was a devil, that sweet body wavering lightly, hard flesh bobbing unseen between his legs.

Leo was delicious, but so was Kenny.

Kenny sighed, shifting his grip on Leo's hair as he buried his fingers into that cornsilk mass, his fingers pulling roots painfully taught against his scalp. He was in no particular hurry and let his body respond languidly to Leo's hot, slick mouth and limber tongue as his lean stomach muscles tightened with the stimulation. Months without head or weed and now he was getting both in one go... He'd have to thank Mrs. Garrison for the extra essay he'd assigned the class on another of his anti-men rampages, that is, if Kenny didn't end up chained to the headboard and erotically beaten to death. Satan would appreciate that, Kenny thought.

That rough tightening in his hair caused Leo to pause, swallow roughly, and then continue...for a bit at least. He began to bob his head up and down, tongue sliding against the underside of Kenny’s head when he pulled that far up, only to slide right back down, euphoria ringing through his body from the whole ordeal. It felt amazing. Leo chuckled after a while though and pulled up.

"Mmm... Tasty... you want me to continue?"

The fingers tugged in response to that rough swallow, although Kenny loosened his hold and then his hand slid away entirely to press lightly over Leo's shoulder.

"Hold up," he said stalling the boy's oral ministrations as if he weren't sitting there with his dick out, sticky with lube and saliva. "Can I borrow your phone?"

His tone was almost bored, going as far as to yawn, but it was already much later than he'd planned and he needed to call his parents - not that they gave a fuck where he was or what he did, but he supposed he should let them know where to send the mortician if he did end up strapped to the bed and beaten to death. They've been complaining about his burial and funeral bills adding up, so he thought it only common courtesy to at least save them time and effort on finding his body if it came to that.

The shorter blonde grunted and wiped his lips clean since they were sticky and glossed-looking. Leo got up from the bed, a quick embarrassed blush flooding over his cheeks as he realized how badly his skirt was tented outwards.

"Sure," Leo said as he went and grabbed his cell phone off the table nearby, bringing it over. He handed it to Kenny and then took a seat at that same table - it was like a dinner table really, four chairs and all - just extra furniture he had lying around. "You need to go home or something?"

He wasn't the same 'Butters' as he was when he was a kid. He didn't stutter and stumble over his words, he didn't fall into ploys. He was brilliant, almost too much so, and that single eye reflected everything he had in him. As he sat at the table, he was thoughtful, slumped against the table's top.

Kenny didn't answer him, already having punched the number to his home phone in and was holding the device to his ear, hoping to get the conversation over in as few words as possible to avoid the cursing, death threats (ironic, really) and demands from his parents to pick up alcohol with what little money he did have on him that had to last through the rest of the week. Maybe his parents didn't pay the phone bill this week and wouldn't answer at all--'click'--

"Who the fuck is this? Hello?!"

Kenny cut in, speaking to his inebriated mother quietly and quickly, not really caring if she understood him through her drunken slur. "I'm at a friend's and might not be home 'til later," he said, not even stuttering over 'friend' and ended the call before his mother could finish or before he could even say which friend.

"Sonuva whore! Don't even fuckin’ think ‘bout comin’ back here without a goddamn keg--"

Click.

Stupid bitch didn't even realize she'd insulted herself. Kenny tossed the phone back to Leo without any expression, although the other would have to be deaf to not have heard that exchange. But his home issues weren't anything the county didn't know about and, in Cartman's case, bitch him out about maliciously.

Leo kept quiet, slumped against the table. By the time Kenny had tossed the phone back, he was wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and his g-string. He'd found the shirt on the seat of one of the chairs, something he'd tossed there and forgotten. The phone hit him on the thigh and he just stared at it, eyeing his cell as it sat on the floor. Without much thought, he got up from his seat, picked up the phone and sat it aside before heading to the bed. He crawled onto it and just rest himself up against Kenny's side.

"You can stay the night. I won't... do anything." Leo said those words hesitantly. Everyone was afraid of him. He'd been abused more than thinkable as a child, yet most of it was Cartman's fault... Phhht. He sighed and let an arm rest overtop of Kenny's waist, idly thumbing his exposed hip. "I'm sorry that... your parents are like that. You probably don't even wanna talk about it so we don't have to."

Leo's arm felt unexpectedly good laying casually across his waist, comforting without being invasive or degrading. For a brief moment Kenny felt the impulse to press his cheek against Leo's shoulder and close his eyes, basking in the other's presence. In all honesty, he'd become numb to his parent's own brand of abuse years ago, and it was just an unpleasant part of life that was just there and he never made the consideration to change. Like his friends, like his reputation as the poor kid, like even the same fucking parka he'd likely been born in, for all he could remember ever being without garish thing.

"Hm." Kenny allowed the closeness long enough for the contact to teeter on the edge between friendly support and outright gay, and sat up as he unzipped his parka and peeled it off like a second skin - which was an unpleasant experience, to be sure - and discarded the coat somewhere over the side of the bed. "Got anything to eat?" he asked, feeling his pot-induced munchies kicking in.

Leo sighed to himself and sat up as the other did, watching briefly as he saw more and more of Kenny exposed. He was thin. Painfully so.

The older one slid closer, nodding. "Yeah. Come on to the kitchen. I made chili last night. Er. Not Cartman style." No, it didn't include anyone's parent’s flesh, Cartman was sick.

A quick kiss was given to the spot between Kenny’s ear and jaw line, before Leo got up from his seat on the bed and headed on downstairs. There was an impulsive side of him that wanted to snatch up Kenny's coat and put it on, just to see if it was special or something, but he resisted, and instead, just picked it up and hung it over the back of a chair. He ducked into the room across the hall to remove the g-string and slide on some boxers, and then he headed downstairs towards the kitchen.

Kenny felt something inside his chest untangle and relax as he felt an actual sense of calm and... 'belonging' was too fucking cheesy. But he felt tension he'd been harboring since the class had ganged up and voted him the most expendable classmate into a suicide mission of delivering Leo his homework dissipate. The kiss tingled, but Kenny didn't shrug it off, following Leo to the kitchen and rolling his eyes at the 'Hello Kitty' shorts he wasn't sure was much of an improvement from the thong.

For a moment Leo forgot why he'd come down to the kitchen, and then spying Kenny, he remembered. Two bowls were pulled out, the pot of chili from the fridge, crackers, Frito chips, and some sodas. After warming the chili up, he grabbed the two bowls and headed into the living room.

"Grab the rest," he said as he walked past Kenny, settling himself on the couch. Fucking homework. Maybe after high school ended he'd just do nothing. Nothing was good.

Kenny had eaten worse things than day-old chili, and Leo's smelled tantalizing delicious compared to the canned Hormel shit his dad sometimes picked up along with his case of beer if he had the extra cash (beer being the priority, of course). He pretended not to notice the other blonde filling Kenny's bowl slightly more full than his own, snagging the rest of their dinner and dumping the assortment on the table as he settled down next to Leo, their thighs touching with casual disregard to space.

Leo sat intentionally close, just letting his thigh rub against Kenny's, perhaps to let him know that he was there. As odd as that was.

"I got all the channels. Since my parents passed away, I inherited it all, and they were loaded." Not that they ever showed it. He sighed softly and began to eat, piling Frito chips into the bowl, just munching away hungrily.

"I love getting the munchies." The older teen laughed, just a little, his stomach giving a contented rumble as he shifted, looking sidelong at Kenny. He sat his bowl down for a moment and grabbed the remote and an opened soda. He began to flip through channels, stopping on some stupid sci-fi movie that was so low budget it made cartoons look real. With a little smirk, he sat the remote aside. " Hope you don't mind shitty sci-fi movies. They always make me grin."

Kenny didn't take offence or even feel the predicable wave of jealousy he would have at Leo's casual mention of his own wealth. His own stained white tank top and hunger-sculpted bone definition many models would kill for was a dead-giveaway of his own monetary standings. He crumbled some crackers into the bowl, stirring in the crumbs and thickening the mixture to make it more filling and last longer, although it was entirely unnecessary - there was plenty. Habit was hard to break when more often than not he was starving, though.

After sipping down half his soda, Leo let out a light belch and settled back onto the couch with his bowl of chili. He ate hungrily, still mildly aroused at almost getting some attention earlier, but he was truly fine just holding off, since for once someone was staying longer than... at all. No one ever stayed. It was a reoccurring thought in the blonde's head, he constantly told himself that Kenny was going to run at any moment.

Kenny watched the television for a few moments, and then gave a low snort as he returned interest to his steaming bowl, taking tiny neat mouthfuls and licking away the excess from the corners of his mouth and his spoon before going for another spoonful.

"Those aliens are totally fuckin' fake," Kenny commented, and after seeing the real things - which really didn't look much different than the almond headed, big-eye aliens popular on t-shirts he'd seen around - it was obvious this producer didn't even try.

"Yeah. They always play the worst movies. I saw this one that was a blatant rip off of Jurassic Park. It was with sabertooths though, and of course the stupid cheerleader chick got killed first." Leo laughed lightly and went back to eating, folding one leg on the couch just to push toes against Kenny's knee, tapping idly to no real rhythm.

"Pussy going after pussy... Nice." Kenny actually grinned.

He felt good with food in his stomach and looking forward to not having to go home, sneaking inside and praying his parents were passed out drunk so he wouldn't sport new bruises the next day underneath the parka laced up to his face. No one ever questioned why he hid himself under the bulky orange cloth with everything but his eyes visible - figuring it was a style choice rather than the necessity of hiding his skeletal frame and bruises from nosy school counselors and child services.

Leo grinned at the lewd comment. Kenny’s was a true statement, though Leo wouldn't have thought of it himself. He didn't even really let women cross his mind and the word ‘pussy’ was rather foreign to him. "Sorry...about molesting you. And whatnot." That almost sounded like the more innocent Butters – the apology was short, stuttered, and embarrassed-sounding, eye adverted.

Kenny was still a little buzzed from the pot earlier, and the 'molesting.' He ignored the apology, ignored the slip back into the person 'Leo' was trying so rigorously not to be... but Butters had always been a little...endearing. Annoying as fuck, but he'd had his quirks.

After finishing his food, Leo sat the bowl on the table there and grasped his soda, sip sip sipping as he sat back against the couch. The blonde leaned over after awhile, tilting his head to rest it upon Kenny's thin shoulder. It was then that he felt a pang of sympathy. That eye stayed upon the television, but his words were directed at Kenny.

"You can live here. If you think they won't come looking for you. I got a big room, or you can take the room across the hall..." Leo trailed off for a moment, closing his eye before he sat up off of Kenny's shoulder. "You'd have meals... all the time. I know your parents don't treat you right... I've known that forever... I just never thought I'd ever get to talk to you, or anything. Sorry if I'm overstepping my boundaries..."

Kenny's pale blue eyes shifted to the boy against his shoulder, and then back to the screen, his hands tightening around the base of his still-hot bowl. He shrugged, but not exactly trying to displace the boy against his side.

"Recruiting, huh." Something in his non-tone hinted at the possibility that he suspected about the circumstances surrounding Leo's parents' deaths... but that could have just been paranoia subconsciously absorbed from the sci-fi movie talking.

Kenny didn't much answer and both boys fell into an awkward silence with the drone of drills and half-hearted screaming wavering from the television speakers. Kenny let the silence draw out a moment more before he set his half-finished bowl down on the table and leaned back as he propped his feet up next to his discarded dinner and laced his fingers behind his head.

The long silence was enough to kill Leo. He didn't want to reply to the comment about recruiting, he just mentally shrugged that off. He had a feeling that everyone knew what he'd done. But he'd covered his tracks so well. No one could prove he killed his parents and the case had been closed already. He narrowed his eye lazily before he got up, picking up their food to go put their leftovers up. Kenny probably couldn't fit any more in his stomach, the poor organ was probably shrunken and shriveled...

"I'm bored," Kenny said vaguely, looking unseeingly at the black and white screen over the scuffed toes of his sneakers. The older of the two paused in the hall and looked back at Kenny.

"Well. We could... I dunno... go shower. I need one... Or I could go shower, not we. And then go see a movie or something." Pause. "Of course, I get it if you don't want to be out in public with me." It wasn't a pity sort of thing. Leo just shrugged, preparing to take a shower regardless. "I've got a tv in my room with a Xbox 360. You wanna go play that while I shower?"

Kenny's arms stretched above his head and he gave a strenuous yawn that cracked a few discs into place in his spine, and then slumped back into the couch. He stared at the television screen a moment and then got to his feet, not looking at Leo as he idly scratched a hand against his warm, full stomach, his finger briefly toying with a strip of desperately pale skin between the loose waist of his jeans and the bottom of his tank top.

"Shower's good," he said, his eyes finally meeting Leo's one and gave a small shrug.

There was an odd part of Leo that wanted to get Kenny to open up. He wanted to have Kenny be a totally different person when they were in private, just a Kenny for Leo to be around.

Shower? Leo blinked a few times and then headed up the stairs to the bathroom. He snagged a couple towels and sat them on the counter, and since Kenny wasn't in the bathroom yet, he decided to take a piss. And well. It was... comical. Almost identical to when he was a kid, only he was so much taller, and the arch in his back was almost delicious despite it all. And that was when Kenny walked in, but Leo didn't seem to realize that what he was doing was weird-looking compared to how most people did it!

Kenny actually paused at the odd spectacle of Leo pissing, his shirt held up to his chest with both hands, his back arched, with his freely hanging dick shooting a perfect golden arch into the toilet basin without splashing a drop.

Cartman had mentioned the way ‘Butters’ pissed once, after he'd quickly gotten over the trauma of his Tourette's fiasco and was as foul-mouthed as ever, and Kenny had wondered then at the functioning of Cartman's mind that noticed another dude taking a leak - enough to reiterate the exact position of said dude even in the midst of a panic-attack.

Kenny would have laughed - fucking sat down on the floor right there and rolled until his sides split open - if it weren't for the fact he felt a simultaneous tightening in his chest that was echoed in his groin. His eyes traced that elegantly curved spine as he came up behind Leo, his hands sliding over and down his belly to circle the base of his dick, fingers gently curving over his balls as Kenny aimed the stream for him, although Leo obviously didn't need the assistance.

Leo wasn't exactly surprised that much to see Kenny in the bathroom. It was like school, right? Guys didn't care... they peed out in the open or whatever. What did surprise the hell out of him was when he felt those arms slide around him and touch him so damn intimately. The stream sputtered and froze up for a second as he swallowed thickly, breath shortening for some reason he wasn't even sure of.

"You'll get piss all over," Kenny said softly, brushing his lips against the side of Leo's neck in the first semi-kiss he'd given the other teen since their first shared smoke.

"I d-do this all the time..." the blonde murmured, back slacking in its sharp arch, just a little, before melted back against Kenny's form. It was an awfully weird feeling for Leo to have Kenny holding him like that, and that kiss on his neck had thrown him off too, but finally the stream started up again and he tried to get his blush to subside. "You gonna shake it?" he said as he finished, cheeks going a bloody red at his words.

"If you want," Kenny said, and fuck if his voice never wavered an instant. His half-lidded eyes watched the sputtering stream, splashing a little himself when Leo's odd technique had been flawless, and gave his dick a slight squeeze when the stream dwindled to a trickle, and then dribbled to a stop.

*Watersports*

He didn't shake it, however, surprising Leo yet again when he turned the other blonde around and kissed Leo full on the mouth, a startled trickle leaking out at the move and leaving a warm, wet trail down Kenny's right shin and shoe.

Kenny was full of odd surprises. Leo yelped a little, eye widening at the kiss... thoroughly surprised. His face went red at the closeness and the feeling of the dampness of Kenny's pants. Lips meshed to lips and his heart began to race like it was about to explode, breath trying to catch itself in his lungs. He stumbled of course, a bit clumsy as his body slammed back onto the toilet. Leo was naked as can be except for his shorts which were on the floor, around his feet, and possibly the reason he'd stumbled. The stumble would drag Kenny into his lap for sure, with one hand down between the younger blonde's thighs.

A hand quietly began to unbutton Kenny's pants, Leo blushing at his own actions. He simply yanked out the other's dick and held it, panting into the kiss.

Kenny slipped tongue into the kiss, and felt rather than heard Leo moan lowly. His hips thrust unrestricted into Leo's fist, hands on his shoulders, as he fucked the older boy's mouth and hand a moment before biting his lip and slapping Leo's hand away. The three eyes between them were dark and glazed with passion and drugs as they panted for breath, and Kenny broke the contact first by dropping to his knees between Leo's and taking the other's dick into his mouth, piss and all.

The shock of having himself sucked like that, after so much happening so suddenly caused a few embarrassing spurts of liquid to drip out of Leo. Cheeks grew red and he panted out a 'S-s-sorry' as he rocked his hips into that mouth, not ever having gotten head while sitting on a toilet. He was shocked at Kenny. Kenny had never done anything with a guy and he was down there sucking Leo's piss-dripping length. Leo’s body was frozen in place, afraid that Kenny was going to pull away from the urine. It didn't click yet. Butters... er... Leo... was a little slow!

Kenny swallowed him like he was another spoonful of chili - hungrily but licking every drop clean from his chin and Leo's pissy cock before going in for another 'bite.' Kenny's hands slid to the insides of Leo's thighs, pushing them apart as he leaned in to take more of him into his mouth, feeling the swelling head slip past the back of his mouth and into his throat without even gagging or pausing for breath.

*End Watersports*

"Hnhhh... G-Goddd..." Leo whimpered, pushing hips towards the attention. He had no more pee to give, but he was about to give Kenny something totally different. That single, desire-glazed eye slid shut as he bucked up against that mouth, rocking into the attention until he felt his balls suck up into his groin, tucking themselves away as they forced out thick seed into the other's throat and mouth, both hands grasping his hair, panting out as he came. Whether Kenny pulled back or not, he wasn't stopping, he'd come all over the other's face if he had to.

"K-Kenny!"

Kenny didn't pull back. He swallowed, and he swallowed, devouring every drop as if he'd been starved for a week and this was the first thing he'd had to eat in days – and if he hadn’t had that chili Leo’s spooge would have been. He continued to suck until Leo made a sound of protest and pulled none too gently at Kenny's wild blonde hair, overly sensitive and bordering on a pain he likely wasn't quite ready to endure yet.

Kenny acquiesced, finally releasing Leo after he'd licked him clean from any remaining come, although he'd been very efficient. Kenny sat back on his heels between Leo's legs, absently rubbing his swollen lips with a distant expression on his hauntingly pretty face.

The older blonde was trembling after yanking on Kenny's hair, he was far too sensitive after that orgasm. When Kenny cleaned him up and settled down, Leo shifted and crawled so that he was in front of Kenny, lips pushing against lips regardless of the taste. Piss and spooge was a bizarre mixture of flavors and he couldn't help himself.

"D-Do you want to shower now?" he murmured, blushing a little as he stumbled back and reached into the bath to turn the shower on nice and warm. "C'mon."

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