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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 Three

The hot water was a godsend, though behind the curtain, it was an amusing site when Kenny would go to get in. Leo was sitting on the floor while the shower poured down from the showerhead, but he sat as if it was a bath, idly splashing water on himself, looking up with a wide eye. Well, he never bathed with anyone, he didn't know that sitting down in a bath was weird.

Kenny didn't give as much pause as he had in the doorway when he pulled back the curtains after shedding his clothes, joining Leo on the bottom of the tub without question or judgment and letting the heat of the shower hit his naked back. Leo had likely never in his life faced such complete acceptance without being ridiculed for his different ways, and Kenny's nonchalance and the liquid way he just fit anywhere was... almost unnerving.

"It's kind of hard to rinse your hair without getting it in your eyes, but I like sitting like this. My dad tried to tell me that real men stand in the shower. Then again, he tried to tell me it was okay to pee in the shower." Leo grinned crookedly, but then slowly blinked. "He never said it was okay to hold someone while they pee though."

Leo had a slight innocence to him at the moment, just looking at the water between them. He shook his head before ducking into the water better to get wet, and then he began to lather his hair up. After he had that accomplished, he slid forward into Kenny's lap lazily, he just had to, he felt compelled to, since Kenny didn't even bother to give a second glance to Leo's odd ways.

"Mm," Kenny said neutrally, not really caring either way about this hybrid bath/shower method because the hot water felt stingingly good on the smattering of dark and fading bruises on his body, and Leo's wet, naked body on his felt even better. He didn't think twice about crossing way over the invisible boundary between merely bi-curious and farting glittery rainbows out of his ass, taking the bottle of shampoo and working it into his own hair, although he did wince a bit at the overly-girly scent of the soap. Fucking Butters...

The water beat down on the back of Leo's head, eye shut as shampoo rinsed off over his shoulders, slicking the flesh between them. He was awfully close so the proximity made it possibly quite uncomfortable, until that soap began to work between them. A grin spread over his lips as he moved his own hands into Kenny's hair, scratching along his scalp slowly, working the lather up for him.

"I-I-I didn't mean to get... pee on you..." It didn't seem to click yet that Kenny had liked it. Leo was slow, but he was in surprisingly good company, and in a shower/bath with him at that.

"It won't kill me," Kenny said, and then abruptly laughed; a sharp, vivid contrast from his stoic behavior. "The one thing that probably won't. Unless I choke on it or drown..."

He didn't quite lean into Leo's touch, but his eyes narrowed just a bit to show the pleasure in fingers massaging his scalp. His joints were getting sore from the unyielding porcelain bottom of the tub, and shifted his legs apart so the pressure on his bony knees wasn't as centralized. This shift nestled Leo's cock between Kenny's own and his sharp hipbone. Combined with the soap running between their bodies it made the potential for slippery friction very possible and highly attractive.

Leo froze when the laugh broke from the other's lips, that one eye lighting up happily, but he merely grinned.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he murmured. "I've never met someone who liked that. Wha... what's it like? I mean... why is it arousing...?" Leo shifted with their new position, a sudden blush and gasp escaping him. Soapy, very soapy, and slick, their lengths grinding together in the heat of the water. Fucking hell... he didn't know what to expect.

"What. Giving head?" Kenny asked vaguely, unable to give Leo a clue as to whether he was being purposely obtuse or if swallowing piss was common place for him.

Kenny shrugged, his hand lingering against Leo's hip since he had no use for it seeing as how Leo was doing all the work, but he contributed a few shallow thrusts of his own. The heat of the shower and the light exertion brought color to Kenny's pallid cheeks and gave him the appearance of someone who hadn’t left more and more of himself behind with each resurrection.

Thankfully the tub was wide enough to accommodate this position without hurting Leo's knees. He shuddered and ground against his flesh.

"N-No... I've given head... It's the whole... piss thing..." A shudder rattled his form, hands grasping onto the other's shoulders, grinding nails against his flesh. That flush on Kenny's cheeks was out of place in a very good way. "I-I mean... do you want me to do what you did to me? Only to you? Sometime?"

He was asking of course if Kenny wanted to piss and Leo to clean it off or... suck it... or whatever. The suggestion made him so red in the cheeks, either that or the heat of the water drizzling down on them and the eager rocking of hips.

Kenny just gave him that damnable shrug. "If it happens, I guess." As if two teenage boys just 'happen' to piss on each other.

Obviously Kenny was tired of talking - not that he did much of it anyway - because he covered Leo's mouth with his own and silenced any other questions the other had for that moment while they focused on the hot, soap-slicked fucking between their cocks. Both of Kenny's hands went around to grasp Leo's round ass cheeks, digging his short, bitten nails into him and jarring their hips together as water and saliva dripped between their connected mouths.

Kenny knew how to shut Leo up. Leo was the type of guy to randomly mutter songs to himself out of nowhere (something about having some apples? Butters was a strange kid...), so having Kenny figure out such an effective way to shut him up was surprising. A shudder made his whole body tremble as he felt those hands grasp his rear, and then those nails actually dig in, causing him to rock forward roughly with a sudden moan pouring from his lips.

"Wh-What's going on now...? What do you want... from this?" It was too hard for Leo to just say 'I'm not ready so please don't fuck me' for many reasons: one, he didn't want to admit it had been a very long time since he’d last had sex; two, he didn't want to fuck up the fact that he had what could maybe be considered a friend now. And two was winning out very quickly.

"Nothing," Kenny groaned softly, breathing erratically into the scant space between their lips as they ground against each other now with the single intent of getting off. "This is nothing..."

Kenny's nails broke through skin as his orgasm came upon him suddenly and violently, feeling so much like he was fucking dying he felt the familiar panic and regret sweep over him before it was blown away by an intense rush of pleasure like he'd never felt. Kenny howled.

This thing between them wasn't nothing, it was clearly something, but Leo couldn't figure out where their relationship was going. He’d just accept whatever happened. Hands were tangled in Kenny's soapy hair as he felt his rear grasped to the point of bleeding. Leo'd just had a pretty intense orgasm himself, so this was one that was induced by Kenny's own, and the pain of having his flesh broken... He had mostly clearish liquids spurting out against Kenny's stomach. This was weird, he was in the shower, and in sexual situations with Kenny, of all people.

Leo didn't quite howl, but he cried out in utter pleasure.

Kenny's hands didn't release Leo after his orgasm drifted into a buzz and slight delirium even stronger and more lasting than the weed. He could feel welts sprout up under his fingernails and bruises beginning to surface out from those small, painful wounds, silent as he held Leo to him under the hot spray that was beginning to turn his back red from the heat and constant pressure.

Leo was trembling after that all, shaking as he rested against Kenny. For some reason he wasn't afraid of Kenny trying to have sex with him. They'd figured this part out, and rubbing against each other in the tub worked nicely. Blushing, he wriggled a little in his spot there on the other's body.

"I... let's finish showering, okay?" he whispered, trying to sit up.

Kenny's fingers clenched until Leo let out a sharp hiss, wiggling even more. The younger blonde's expression had shuttered closed again, his blue eyes still haunting but vague, as if the passion before had simply been a hallucination. Kenny tilted his head to one side, his wet hair plastered to his forehead and cheeks, and then all at once stood up, toppling Leo onto his stinging ass.

"It's cold in here," Kenny murmured to himself, even though the shower was still steaming. He shivered and pushed the curtain aside, stepping through the spray and out of the tub to wrap a towel around his skinny hips.

Leo blinked a few times up at Kenny before he got up and rinsed himself off nicely and then followed after him, getting out just to snag a towel and wrap it around his waist. He looked over.

"Well, we can turn the heater on. I've got some hot cocoa I can make if you want or something." Brows arched up a little, and he strode on out of the bathroom, tracking damp footprints on the carpet in the hallway as he reached for the thermostat, to heat it up. It was going to snow overnight, it always snowed. "I'm thirsty anyway..."

Kenny didn't bother drying himself off with the towel, and followed sedately behind Leo, the cooler air prickling his bare skin and tightening his nipples. He considered grabbing his clothes, but they were wet and smelled acrid from the piss, and he figured if Leo wanted him dressed he'd let Kenny borrow another pair of Hello Kitty boxers or whatever. That would be something one of his friends would do, certainly, in order to humiliate Kenny, even though he could care less. But he'd very rarely taken off his hood in front of Stan, Kyle, and Cartman, and never his parka off completely. At least intentionally.

Once in the kitchen, Leo looked back at Kenny and flashed a little grin before he went about making two steaming mugs of hot cocoa.

"Maybe later we could go to Shitty Chicken. Get some Chinese. Unless you don't want to be seen hanging out with me. That's how my last friend left." Leo shrugged.

He almost wanted to say ‘boyfriend’ or something to that degree but admitting his past relationship was too awkward and unnecessary. He settled on the couch, the mugs put there on the table, with a thick blanket pulled up on top of himself with plenty of room for Kenny to join him underneath the blanket. Really, Leo just wanted warmth, company, someone to rest against; it was verging on pathetic.

Kenny followed behind like a shadow... or a ghost. But he left damp foot prints in the carpet overlapping Leo's so he was tangible at least. He didn't say 'yea' or 'nay' for food, and just leaned against the counter as Leo went about making the cocoa. Just because he was sans-parka didn't mean he would talk any more than he did, because he was just a quiet person by nature.

Once back in the living room Kenny trailed the other boy as far as the couch, and stood off to the side while Leo got himself settled. Kenny fingered the towel around his hips, and then with a slow fluttering motion the towel fell around his ankles. He joined Leo under the blanket, naked and unfazed, and pulled the blanket over his shoulders loosely.

Leo wrapped the blanket around them both more snugly, and then he reached over to get a mug of cocoa. The hot liquid was sweet and delicious. After he took a long sip of his drink, and licked the bit of marshmallows off of his lips, Leo held the mug up to Kenny's lips, hooded single gaze upon him.

"We can share, so you can keep your arms in the blanket and get warm." He stayed nice and close, his own towel slipping away under the blanket. He wanted to talk to Kenny, he wanted to have conversations, but having anyone stay this long around him was just a blessing in itself.

Kenny's lips lingered over the moist imprint of Leo's, his eyes closing as he took a careful sip of the rich liquid and shared another indirect kiss with Leo. He didn't care the slightest about germs - he'd suffered and died from a terminal disease before, so the prospect of a simple cold was nothing. He let his knee overlap Leo's under the blanket, and for a moment he wondered if he'd dare try that in front of his friends.

They'd need little ammunition enough for gay comments if he was already sharing a blanket with another guy, but if they were touching beneath the blanket... knee brushing knee, and hand against a thigh, sliding slowly towards the center of his lap... And the guys not knowing how on target their comments would be, and what if they were caught? Kenny didn't fear them, but even the son of Satan was loathe to be a target for those three - four, since he was a part of the gang, too - and just mused for the hell of it.

Of course there would never be a situation where Kenny’s friends would come within feet of the 'blind freak,' much less cozy around and share blankets. Their taunts may have been indirect now but they were just as cruel as ever.

Leo didn't fear the boys, they feared him actually. He had been casually thinking about them that whole while, curled up against Kenny, sipping from the mug.

"Aren't your friends going to wonder why you never came back from my house? I don't need another accusation of death, so just don't die here... It'd look awful for me and I don't know if I could handle it, honestly." Cheeks pinkened lightly as Leo’s eye hooded heavily. He didn't like the fact that he'd killed his parents, he didn't like it at all. He was glad they were gone, no longer tormenting him... but if Kenny was to die there in his home, he'd freak out.

“I know you... always come back. But... it freaks me out a little. I mean, you don't freak me out, just the fact that if you died here, I'd feel like I caused it or it was my fault..." And he began to ramble and blush and feel like a complete fucking idiot over himself.

Briefly Kenny's mind flashed to that earlier image of himself tied to the bed and beaten to death... but after having hung out with Leo in his own territory where the other boy's stigma faltered, the worst he could imagine now was Leo tying him up with pink ribbon and tickle-torturing him. Or just giving him head while he was tied up.

"No one notices if I'm gone for a few days, or a few weeks anymore."

Just for that exact reason - because he did always come back from death, eventually. But what if he didn't? If he stayed deteriorating in a grave or a ditch until he was dust? Morbidly Kenny wondered how long it'd take for his parents to even notice, or for the mayor to organize a search party, if she would even do such a thing. He didn't depress himself with these thoughts - death was just another part of life, and he knew what he had to look forward to on the other side, which was: not much. That damned Keanu Reeves statue in Heaven, and playing therapist to Satan in Hell. He wondered if oblivion would be any better, since he wouldn't notice he didn't exist then anyway.

Leo finished off the cocoa, and then settled in to leave sweet-tasting kisses all along the other's neck, tiny kisses while he listened to him. Kenny’s life – and lack of - was sad. Leo’s heart ached for the other blonde. One hand slid up into those damp locks, just cupping the back of his neck lightly. He didn't even realize when he was practically climbing into Kenny's lap, stretched across him pretty much.

"You need better friends," the one-eyed killer murmured against the side of Kenny's neck. A little bite was given, nothing rough but most certainly notable. Leo sighed. "I'll be your friend. Don't hesitate to come over here when you need to get away from it all." It was an honest statement, and he even sat back, blushing slightly, watching those dead eyes of Kenny's.

Kenny's eyes didn't show a spark of light even as his mouth pulled into a shallow smirk. He'd been expecting Leo to question his choice of friends, verbally tearing them apart before offering himself as an alternative, but felt relieved instead of the closed statement and simple offer. Kenny didn't have to agree or outright refuse, because he wouldn't have left the guys for Leo, he knew that, and maybe Leo knew that too so he didn't force the issue on Kenny.

Kenny let the back of his head fall against the back of the couch, his wet hair beginning to stick out all over the place from not having been dried properly or brushed, his hand drifting to Leo's hip as he glanced back at him silently.

Being naked in Kenny's lap was strange, now that they weren't showering. Leo shifted to grab the other mug of cocoa, drinking it down rather suddenly. He was thirsty after all.

"You don't talk much, huh..." he muttered, relaxing into the grasp of his hip. Even though it was a barely-there grasp, it still felt good. His brows arched up a little before he scooted forward and pushed his lips against the other's lips. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drink all the cocoa." It was a hollow apology, lips ghosting over Kenny’s as he spoke. That single eye was hooded by thick, dark lashes with a grin spreading over his lips. "Mnh... "

Kenny's smirk faded with the comment about his lack of vocalization, and he just shrugged, briefly wishing he'd had his parka back on, but it was somewhere on the floor in Leo's room, and it didn't seem prudent to displace the other blonde from his lap at the moment. Kenny allowed the kiss to just happen, letting their flesh react together with no input or interference from his mind. His hand slid behind Leo's hips, joined with the second, and he sought out and ran his fingers over the wounds he'd made with his fingernails, fitting them back into the grooves like a key, but he didn't apply painful pressure to the raw indents.

Leo had long since closed his eye, enjoying the hands on his rear, the touch to his wounds, but they didn't hurt. The touches just felt awkwardly good.

"Mnhh... Kenny..." He moaned out quietly, not even intending to, it just sort of happened. The older blonde was, despite his appearance, a submissive thing really, when it came down to it. Though that was already obvious.

Both hands pushed into the other's blonde hair, grasping almost roughly as he dropped his lips against Kenny's, tongue darting out to tease along the younger teen's bottom lip, before he grabbed a hold of it with his teeth, slowly yanking, slowly suckling upon it. Making out with Kenny was just a feeling. Leo let himself go with it, he let himself enjoy the sensations of getting hard again. Hell, he was starting to enjoy Kenny being around a lot.

Kenny's fingers flexed, sending a delightful shock of pain up Leo's spine, but he soothed the hurts right after by lightly stroking his hands back and forth over the curve of Leo's ass. His legs parted and their cocks fell together neatly, already establishing comfortable familiarity even though before Kenny had shown up on Leo’s doorstep they'd barely spoken five words to each other during the nine years they'd been attending the same South Park schools.

"Kenny... " Leo groaned it out again, panting lightly as he broke the kiss, trailing lips down the curve of the other's neck, down along his jaw line until he found his collar bone. It was only natural, he couldn't help but want to kiss every inch of Kenny's body. He blushed so very obviously, little kisses smattered along his flesh.

"Hahnnnn... Let's go watch tv in bed?" he said quietly, as if it was something they just... did, all the time. "I'll grab some sodas on the way?"

"Hm," Kenny agreed, and then asked, "do you have anything stronger?" He figured if they were going to have gay sex for real he needed to be buzzed on something for the first time around since the effects of the pot earlier had dwindled with food, a shower, and all that physical exertion.

Even though Kenny bought alcohol for his parents he usually never touched the stuff himself, seeing the effects liquor had on perfectly rational people - and people who were crazy fucks to begin with. He didn't even know if Leo got away with purchasing alcohol, since they were both still considerably underage, but he didn't think it'd hurt to ask, and if he didn't have any it was just as well...

Leo wasn't even considering sex when he suggested they go upstairs. He just nodded.

"Got some beer," he said quietly as he climbed stiffly off Kenny’s lap and headed into the kitchen to get two cans of beer, bringing them back with him. They were both young men and one beer each would probably get them fairly buzzed, so he didn't think to grab more. "I hope this is okay," Leo muttered as he scaled the stairs back up to his room, naked as can be. He did stop off in the other room however, to grab a pair of pajama pants for himself (dark pink with white hearts) and a pair for Kenny as well, if he wanted them (black, just plain black).

"Here?" Leo said, tossing the pants at Kenny, before he stepped into the large room, sitting the beers down before he began to pull his pants up.

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