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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 Nineteen

"Mm, you feel good on me," Stan murmured, taking shallow breaths so as not to displace Kyle's solid weight on him. His bare legs rubbed languidly along Kyle's hips, his feet tickling the back of his calves and ankles while his hands explored all that smooth, freckle-dusted skin on Kyle's back. He loved the feeling of so much naked, sweaty flesh against his own - so much that his cock gave a little jump and final sputter, before it was completely worn out for real.

"How much jizz do you have in you? Seriously. Your balls work overtime, don't they?" Kyle murmured lazily against Stan's neck, chuckling quietly. "Fuck... What did we just do?"

"I think I'm done for a little while... Although I never seemed to run out of vomit for Wendy. Maybe it'll be the same for you. But, you know, in other projectile goo." Stan blushed a little, laughing. Man was that an embarrassing reaction... It was hard enough dealing with throwing up on girls, and now he'd come if Kyle just happened to breathe on him? Fuck, but that was going to be awkward at school. Maybe he should take up wearing Depends just incase...

Kyle slowly sat up, hands pressed against the other's chest, rubbing lightly, just touching him and feeling his healthy, tanned skin.

"I'm not complaining. Fuck... It felt great. I don't need sex, not until we're ready. You know, if we get to that point...” he whispered, slowly settling back on top of Stan, upon his hips, lips finding their way sloppily against his neck, kissing here and there. “A-Are you sure we didn't make a mistake by doing this? I just don't want to jeopardize our friendship..."

"It's weird," Stan answered slowly, "us being together like this... But fuck it. Kenny's not the only one allowed to be gay,” he finished lightly, running his hands slowly up and down Kyle's back soothingly. "But... but if you don't remember in the morning, I won't blame you..." This last part was spoken in a near whisper and Stan had to lower his eyes, his throat aching with a sudden knot. Kyle could deny anything had happened if he freaked out, and Stan wouldn't correct him, even if it hurt.

"Shut up,” Kyle just laughed, kissing the side of Stan’s neck roughly. “My mom's going to freak out. I don't want to be in any closet, ever, so when she finds out, she finds out, fuck it. She's probably going to kick me out when I turn eighteen, so I'll have to get a job. Or move to a bigger town and get away from everything here. I mean. You know, not you. If you don't want me to move, I don't have to. Fuck, she's going to kill me." He laughed again and slumped fully atop of Stan, somewhat wedged between his best friend’s body beneath him, and the back of the couch, nice and stuck. Though he wasn't complaining.

Kyle did, however, drag a blanket down over them and turn the music down.

"Fuck dude, you don't have to tell your mom everything," Stan groaned, but most of the sound was due to the tingly feeling of Kyle's lips on his neck. Frankly, he couldn't wait until Kyle moved out of his parents' house just so he didn't have to hear Mrs. Broflovski bitch about the horrible effects of today's society on youth, or whatever high horse she was on that week.

"Hm, maybe we can sneak into Leo's trunk and go off to California with them," Stan yawned a little bit, and snuggled blissfully into Kyle's warm, warm body. "Get our own place. No parents, booze and weed til we're sick, and lap dances all night..." Stan droned softly, just talking bullshit. Although a small part of him, the part he suppressed so it wasn't too much too soon, thought that sounded like a very good, very plausible possibility. Maybe he was more drunk than he thought...

"Do you wanna? I bet they'd take us out there. Fuck Cartman. We don't even like him. Our only other friend...s... are moving... so why don't we? It'd be nice. Maybe... we could get a condo or something and split the price?" Kyle was suddenly considering it.

Stan blinked. "Uhh... kinda. Yeah. But you should ask that again when we're both sober." He smiled teasingly at Kyle. "And maybe while we're there I'll get a tattoo of your name on my ass." His fingers slid back into Kyle's hair, the soft curls irresistible now since he practically had free reign to touch Kyle without either boy freaking out.

"I don't think you should get 'Kyle' on your ass, that'd be stupid. Maybe a faggy heart," Kyle laughed.

"I'm not getting a fucking heart on my ass, dumbass! ...Unless you ‘heart’ my ass. Is that what you're trying to say?" Stan goaded him, comfortable with their back and forth bickering, which was made even better by the fact Kyle was laying on him while they were bickering, and that they were both very naked.

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The sound of the music cutting off was Leo's clue to come back downstairs. He and Kenny had finished screwing around and were lying in bed, just watching television, and he grinned over to the other blonde.

“Either they passed out, or they ended up fucking. I'm going to get a soda. You hungry or anything, baby?"

"Fucking peeping tom," Kenny murmured in his boyfriend's ear, before he nibbled it with a little smirk. "Soda's fine for me." He had his pointy chin resting against Leo's shoulder, his arm wrapped loosely around his naked waist, before Leo pulled away with a smile and a soft kiss for him and slipped out of the room.

Leo went down the stairs in only a pair of pink boxers with white hearts and no shirt. It was obvious that those two upstairs had been fucking. Leo had scratches and scrapes on him, and new hickeys adding to the mess on his neck. He was a walking disaster, and moving somewhat awkwardly due to receiving.

Thankfully Kyle had pulled the blanket over himself and Stan, so they didn't show anything off, aside from the fact that they were on top of each other and their clothes were on the floor. Leo had gotten the sodas without either boy noticing him and stepped into the living room, grinning like a one-eyed devil. “Hey, looks like you two are getting comfy. Did you do it?"

Stan started violently, nearly yanking Kyle's hair out by the roots, and just stared at Leo wide-eyed and guilty, his heart thumping hard against Kyle's chest. "F-Fuck, man. You startled me," he mumbled, remembering at the last minute to lighten up on his death hold before Kyle ended up with bald patches.

"A-ah. No. Kyle was too much of a bitch to get it in the ass."

Kyle yelped and tried not to move when his hair was yanked, just staring at Leo. "Fuck you, Stan. You didn't want it in the ass either, just because my dick intimidated you," he growled out, glaring down at the raven-headed teen.

"Dude. If you fucked me with that it'd go so far up I'd be giving you head at the same time!" It was more of a compliment than a comeback, but Stan didn't want to piss Kyle off for real or anything. And really, he winced at the thought of just a finger going up in places where it really shouldn't.

Leo laughed. Hard. "Oh god, you guys. You should stretch first. Lube a finger up and play around with that. Add another finger, spread them apart, then another finger. Get it ready before even trying to pop your cherry."

Stan was mortified as Leo explained the workings of gay sex, but he listened with rapt attention that he'd never given Mrs. Garrison even on good days. "...Oh."

Leo returned upstairs and nearly tripped over himself as he went into the bedroom and over to the bed with their sodas. He crawled on top of Kenny, still laughing. “God, they're both bitches. They haven't fucked yet, because they're both afraid of getting it in the ass. I had to explain how to prepare one's partner." That green eye rolled and then he offered Kenny a soda.

Kenny raised an eyebrow as his boyfriend came stumbling back into the room, laughing his ass off. He snorted a bit at the explanation of went on downstairs. "They're both just fucking pussies. Don't you have, like, dildos or something? They can practice with those at least." Kenny yawned, drawing Leo on top of him like a blanket.

"I don't want those two using my dildos. They looked terrified at my explanation anyway," Leo laughed and licked his lips before settling in with a soda next to Kenny. "You're great," he murmured, an arm around his boyfriend's waist, face buried against his neck.

Kenny's warm breath stirred Leo's hair while he spoke softly. "I guess I'm your dildo now," he mused in a patent bored/resigned tone. "Yeah, I wouldn't want them using me either."

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Kyle laughed despite it all, he was kind of drunk and high still.

"Then you're gonna have to stretch me and get it in there. I won't break you in two," he muttered as he moved to sit up and grab something to make sure they were cleaned up and there wasn't anything drying between them. “Or we could both try and... use fingers... on each other. I bet that'd be fun." The idea of sliding a finger into Stan was awkwardly arousing. Kyle chuckled and looked down at him, before burying himself into the warm flesh of his neck, nosing along his black hair, body meshed to Stan's.

He enjoyed all the touching and skin contact. A lot.

"Oh god, dude, I don't think I'd last long enough to even poke you with it. I'd come just thinking about being inside you," Stan's voice became slightly breathy, and if Kyle hadn't depleted him so recently and so completely he would have spontaneously orgasmed at the possibility of penetrating Kyle with anything. "Mhnn..."

"I bet... I could make you come without even touching you." Kyle sounded almost determined as he sat up and scooted fully off of Stan. He sat against the arm of the couch and moved to spread his legs. "I'm going to try it. See if you have anything left in you still." This would be fun.

Kyle had never touched himself down there. He leaned against the couch's arm, one finger pulled between his lips to drench it in saliva since he didn't have any other lubricating thing to use. The finger was tentatively pushed against his entrance.

"Fuck," he groaned, pushing further inside with little time. “It's... actually really n-nice..." he choked out, face red. Fuck.

"Oh... oh god..." Stan stared at Kyle with a mingled look of horror, fascination, and blatant arousal. He sat up and hunched forward over his lap, not touching anything, but just, y’know, getting a better view. "Fuck Kyle... That's so... Nnh, go deeper."

Stan was nearly panting while he watched his friend finger himself, feeling dizzy as all the heat in his head snapped to opposite ends of his body, filling his cheeks and cock with a rosy flush. Oh...nnn, he wasn't going to be able to stand much more, that was for damn sure, even if he came dry.

"Nhh..." Kyle shuddered at Stan's words and then stopped completely. He stared, and grabbed Stan's nearest hand, slurping his pointer finger until it was dripping with saliva and then he slipped it downwards and shoved it inside himself, inside the entrance he'd begun to stretch already. His own already wet finger moved between Stan's thighs.

"I don't care... You're going to like it... I swear... It f-feels so good,” he muttered, licking his lips as he scooted closer, rocking against the finger, and then he slipped his finger against Stan's entrance, slowly easing inside, panting like a harlot.

Stan didn't even make it to the first joint before he was coming again.

"A-ah! Fuck...fuck..." It appeared that he did have some jizz left, and he'd shot the nearly-clear stuff all over Leo's couch cushion. Stan quickly rose up on his knees, one arm hooking around Kyle's neck as he pushed their mouths together and squirmed against that strange invasion, wiggling his own finger around the first half inch into Kyle's body. "Fuck," he groaned again, because everything rational had simply abandoned all functional centers of his brain, except for the throbbing area controlling his libido.

What the fuck was wrong with them? Stan came again so suddenly, and it was surprising he even could. Kyle fell into the kiss, pulling his finger free. He all but straddled Stan in that instant, panting against his lips.

“Y-You... do it. I just... I want it to be with you... I d-don't care if it hurts... I just w-want to see what it's like." He couldn't help it, he was so damn aroused at the moment and Stan was the only thing on his mind. His heart raced - was he really asking for sex? Christ.

Stan breathed sharply against Kyle's lips, bucking against the other teen suddenly taking over his lap.

"Nnhh, are... are you sure, dude? I don't want to hurt you." Because it would hurt, even Stan could foresee that. He wasn't as big as Kyle, but he wasn't tiny either. "Mm... maybe we should get some lube? From Leo?" He was surprised he was this coherent. He even managed a blush at even the idea of approaching Butters, who'd they come to know as a crazy, half-blind bastard over the years. Just the thought of sex with Kyle was frightening and exhilarating.

"F-Fine... I'll go get some lube from him." Kyle didn't care. Leo knew they were going to fuck on his couch, and Kyle knew that those two were already doing it. All of a sudden it wasn't embarrassing... It was just a bit awkward. Kyle stole a kiss from Stan, and then grasped the blanket to wrap it about himself like a robe before he shakily trekked upstairs.

Knock knock.

Leo blinked and sat up, setting his soda on the table before he walked over to the door. "Uhh..?" He stared at Kyle.

"Dude. Do... you have..."

"What?"

"Lube."

"...Yeah." Leo blinked as he walked back into the room, face red.

Kenny could see Kyle from the doorway, partially illuminated by the glow of the television screen. The redhead's hair was tousled and his cheeks were flushed, and occasionally the blanket would brush over and draw attention to a very stiff projection beneath it. Kenny smirked and looked away. Fucking fags... It was about time.

Leo pulled open a drawer at the table next to the bed, retrieving a piña colada flavored lubricant, and then he returned to the doorway.

"You're such a fag," he told Kyle, grinning. "Who's receiving? Who's cherry is gonna get popped..? You want the downstairs bedroom? I don't ever use it anymore. It just collects dust, but I keep it clean. It's down the hallway downstairs, past the basement stairs, across from the storage closet. Go. Fuck. Enjoy the bed."

Kyle blushed and glared at Leo before taking the lube and disappearing downstairs. Leo laughed as he went over to the bed and sat on top of Kenny's lap, amused.

Kenny grunted softly when Leo jumped into his lap.

"Fuck. You're not a goddamn feather, you know," he bitched without any real upset. Actually, he was a little disturbed that his dick had become partially hard again, maybe at the idea of his friends fucking? Kenny shuddered - now that was a creepy thought. His arms slid around Leo's waist in a familiar motion, tilting his head up to kiss him lazily.

"Do you keep an emergency stash of lube for when you get the munchies too?" All the lube they'd used had been food-flavored and scented so far. Goddamn Butters and his weird ass habits. Kenny just kissed him again without waiting for an answer first, feeling his cock begin to stir for his boyfriend. He was sure of the source this time.

"You know you like the flavored stuff,” Leo laughed, and he just wriggled on Kenny's lap where he sat, looking down at him. He shifted and just laid atop his chest, face to face.

Kenny just looked back at Leo with heavily lidded eyes, blue staring into that single green eye.

“When we get to LA, I'm going to have to take you to a sex shop and let you pick out some things... for us to use. God, I got some stuff when I went out of town a few months ago, went to Aspen, and they had a shop near the hotel I stayed at..." Leo chuckled and licked his lips before burying his face in the other's neck to kiss and nip, suckle, and absolutely adore.

"We are going to have... nhh... such a great time in LA... I can't wait to be there with you, just me and you," Leo mused, nearly purring at his happiness.

"What's wrong with normal sex? With just dicks and holes. Overrated," Kenny demurred, although he'd definitely consider investing in some of those fuzzy or more expensive silk-lined handcuffs, and maybe a whip or paddle for Leo's sweet ass. "Bunch of pervs up there anyway. We'll fit right in." Kenny said with a small shrug, stroking Leo's back and his ass while the other necked him.

"When we do it again, I'm going to stick a vibrator in your ass while you do me. You'll like it," Leo teased, continuing his attentions with pleasure.

"That sounds absolutely fucking tempting, Butters," Kenny said dryly in a tone that stated 'not tempting at all.' He didn't want things just shoved in his ass... Unless the thing was attached to Leo and a part of him, of course. "How about we get one of those giant horse cocks so I never have to stretch you again," Kenny suggested, tugging on Leo's mussed blonde hair a bit.

Leo laughed. "How about not? I don't want to walk around with an asshole stretched out seven inches. That'd be awkward." He bit down on the other's neck. He wouldn't actually use a dildo on Kenny if he didn’t want to, maybe just a remote controlled 'egg' type thing. It'd have a wire so it wouldn't... get lost inside... and Leo'd be able to control how fast and hard it vibrated against Kenny’s insides. Hehe. That'd work nicely.

"I guess not." Kenny just grinned, before he yawned and stretched underneath Leo's warm body. "I'd never be able to compare. You'd never be satisfied again." His hand not in Leo's hair spidered over Leo's ass and tease at his crack, searching and finding his still slick, slightly stretched opening. He slid a fingertip inside and gently finger-fucked him while they talked.

Leo was a bit surprised at how casually Kenny was fingering his abused entrance, though he rocked back against the welcome intrusion. “You're always going to be the best, better than any toy, baby,” he whispered as he pressed kisses along that smooth, sharp jawline and then slowly nudged their lips together, tasting his boyfriend, drinking him down. “Mmnhh... I love this... it's perfect."

Kenny wasn't fingering Leo with the intent of getting off really - fingerbanging his boyfriend was just an idle motion for him, like how some people fidgeted with their hair or tapped a pen while they were talking. His object just happened to be Leo's asshole. He lazily kissed Leo back, not changing the slow rhythm of his finger or going any deeper, and nipped lightly at his boyfriend’s bottom lip.

"Mm, I saw this one ad for a ‘make your own dildo’ kit," he murmured softly against Leo's mouth, "that takes an impression of a dude's actual dick. I could have you walk around with a piece of me in you all the time."

“Mm... No.” Leo snorted, rocking lazily into the touches to his insides. “Maybe not to have in me all the time... but certainly for use when you're away,” he whispered, kissing his way down the other's jaw until he met with Kenny’s neck. “Nhhh... And we can make a model of my ass for when I'm not around." Not that they'd ever really go out of town without each other or anything. Leo snickered and pressed loving kisses along Kenny’s body.

"Wonder what I'd look like with two asses in my pants," Kenny said, and couldn't help a small snort at the mental image.

He arched into the kisses a little, breathing softly, until he stilled the motions of his finger and slid it out of Leo. "Hey, I wanna fuck you with something. Like a dildo or, shit, even popsicle if you have any," Kenny said suddenly, raising a pale eyebrow. Why wait until they could go to a porn store? They were creative and kinky enough.

"...A popsicle? Fuck that's dirty, baby." Leo laughed a little. “I don't know if I could handle the icy cold... but I bet that'd be fun." He slowly got out of bed, and then paused, grunting. "Got no popsicles, but... you know. I have a dildo. It's nothing impressive, but it vibrates. Feels really good..."

Leo blushed faintly as he went over to a far drawer in the dresser he’d gotten fucked across earlier. He pulled out a five-inch, relatively thick toy and turned it on just to make sure the vibrator was functional. The toy had everything - a set of balls, multiple settings to control the intensity of the vibrations, the works. The dildo even looked real, and had a suction cup attached to the base if he wanted to set it on a hard surface and fuck himself on it. He returned and sat the dildo down on the bed with a bottle of cinnamon lube.

"You can stick that in the freezer for later. I kinda want to see how fast you can melt a popsicle sometime though." Kenny shrugged, smirking. They were dirty, but fuck it, so what? "This'll do for now, I suppose," he said in a faux-bored drawl, taking the toy from Leo and messing around with the dildo and settings just to get a feel for what he was about to stick up his boyfriend's ass.

"If you're wondering, all my lubes are flavored and edible because the non-flavored ones taste disgusting. So. Yeah." Leo snorted and settled on his stomach, waving his ass in Kenny's direction.

"Goddamnit. You could make a buffet out of those lubes, Butters." Kenny took the cinnamon lube, popping open the cap and drizzling a good amount right onto Leo's bubbly ass, nowhere near his entrance. He tossed the bottle aside for the moment and put his hands on Leo's ass, massaging in the slick lube slowly, pampering his boyfriend a little before they went at it again with props that time.

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