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YellowHaired, BlueEyed Bunnies	By : ginger240 Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N): Okay, so first off I would like to thank my wonderous Beta, Lacey.

"Do you wanna know how many times I mention 'pants' in this chapter?"
"XD How many?"
"Eight times. And that's just using the word 'pants.'"
"XDD Look at how many times you used the word "BUTTERS."

... 3 minutes later...

"Wanna know how many times I use the word 'Butters?' XD"
"How many times did you say Butters?"
"37.. plus... the 3 I just took out..so 40."

Gotta love my little fish to make my little story sound better ahaha

"You took out a word and there are 3,761 words in my story. I need to find ONE."

AND I FOUND THAT LITTLE NINJA WORD!

I would like to point out that I am taking requests for pairings and have already taken requests for a Christophe/Kyle chapter and a Damien/Pip chapter. If you have any more requests, don't hesitate to ask!!

One more announcement before I let you enjoy this chapter: I am doing a spin-off of this story for a Christophe/Kyle story by demand of my beta. I will be updating a Chris/Kyle chapter to this story before I do, just to make the transition smoother for me. If you have any comments or complaints, don't hesitate to voice them!!

Hokay, so this finally I give you all a Butters/Kenny chapter considering it IS a Bunny story... I ask little of you! Please review if you have the time!! and ENJOY!!

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I wake up with a jolt and stare up at the ceiling, trying to locate what woke me up without actually getting out of bed. I only have to wait a few moments before I get my answer in the form of Butters kicking out at the covers, narrowly missing my leg. I furrow my brows slightly at his jerky movements and my sleep-sensitive ears pick up his soft whimpering noises that sound petrified. I roll over towards Butters and reach out to wrap my arms and legs across his entire body to pin him between the bed and my body, running my fingers lightly through his tangled hair to try and calm him back into a restful sleep. As soon as my fingers slide through his hair, he becomes limp in my hold and breathes out a sigh against my neck. I continue slowly brushing his hair, but my plan to lull him back to sleep backfires when he releases a shaky yawn and his eyes start to blink open.

“Kenny?” he mumbles, still half-asleep. I remember the last time he said my name so innocently and smile down at him. His eyes are slightly glazed over from sleep and there is a hint of confusion and surprise in them. I’m still petting his hair quietly when he speaks again, “What time is it?”

Not the exact question I was expecting, but I roll half-way onto my back to check the bright red numbers of the alarm clock before turning back to Butters.

“1:27…a.m.”

“Whut time did we fall ’sleep?”

“Dunno. I think it wuz sumtime ’round 8 or 9…” He still looks confused, but the surprise has melted into something akin to affection. He shifts more comfortably into my embrace, but his eyes stay relatively open. I get a sudden surge of hunger and look at Butters, wondering if he’s as hungry as I am.

I’m slightly more awake, therefore my words don’t come out as the mumbled mess they were before, “Would you like something to eat or some Advil?”

“Yes, please. ’m actually pretty hungry,” Butters yawns, wrapping the blanket more firmly around us.

I laugh at him snuggling deeper into me and the blankets, peeking under them to say, “I’m going to have to get up in order to get you something to eat, Butters.”

He whines cutely and throws his arm over my waist to snuggle his face into my shirt-covered chest, “Nuh-huh. You are far too comfy and I’m far too warm. I ain’t lettin’ go.”

I laugh softly at this and throw the covers off of both of us, receiving a wailing ‘no, not fair!’ from Butters. He scrambles half way down the bed before I manage to pluck him off of it and I force him through the door and into the open area of the basement. When we reach the couches, I do a double take seeing Kyle passed out on the couch with Christophe stretched out underneath him. We continue to quietly walk around them and I make a mental note to make Kyle, or Christophe- whoever comes first- to explain it to me later.

When we sleepily stumble through the basement door, the first thing I notice is that the party is still in full swing. Approximately a third of the party-goers are gone, though, whether secluded in other rooms or gone from the party entirely, I have no idea. Butters and I manage to find the kitchen without too much of a hassle and I sit him down in one of the kitchen chairs. I turn around and nearly shit myself when I see Cartman leaning against the island, a smug look on his face. He most definitely was not standing there when I walked into the kitchen. I clutch at my heart, willing it to stop having palpitations before I drop dead, and take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

“What the fuck, Cartman?” I nearly yell out, frustrated that he snuck up on me.

“So, you and Butters, eh? I didn’t know you had a thing for him. I thought we were gonna be the only straight kids in our group of four?” Cartman slyly states, making my cheeks tinge slightly pink.

“Yeah, so did I. Until Stan mentioned something about it and I guess, long story short, I am oblivious to how I feel about other people.” I sigh, running a hand through my already messy hair.

“Fuck, Kenny. I could have told you that.”

I laugh and punch him hard in the arm, ducking quickly to avoid his fist connecting with my face. I push pass him towards the cabinets and pour a tall glass of water for Butters, grabbing the small medicine basket that sits on top of the refrigerator on my way back to where Butters is slumped over the table. I gently place both objects onto the kitchen table, sitting on the edge near Butters’ head. I shift through the various bottles of over-the-counter medications and pull out the Advil bottle, shaking two pills into my hand. I nudge him with the back of my hand and he sits up to take the pills from my palm with a small ‘thank you’, placing them delicately on his little pink tongue. I flush at the memory of that tongue against mine and silently give him his glass of water, pushing off against the table to walk back over the Cartman.

“He’s got you fucking whipped and it hasn’t even been 24 hours,” Cartman says with a wide, ever-knowing smirk on his face.

“Shut up, fatass. I’d like to see you last one night without wanting to fuck him senseless,” I whisper furiously, grabbing the conveniently placed bag of chips from Cartman’s fingers to give to Butters.

“Oi! Those where mine, dickface!”

“And? You think I care, why?” I say cheekily, receiving Cartman’s middle finger being pointed at me in response. With Butters happily munching on his bag of chips, I turn to continue my conversation with Cartman, but find him to have, yet again, out-stealthed me. He’s nowhere to be seen and I peer through the swinging kitchen door only to have the living hell scared out of me by Stan’s face. I fall back on my ass, clutching my heart again, frowning at Stan’s hysterical laughter. I take hold of his hand when he offers it, and I am pulled to my feet and against Stan’s side.

“How’d yer night go, Ken?” Stan mumbles steering me to lean against the countertop, as far away from Butters as Stan could possibly place us.

“Depends on how you look at it. How’d yours go? Oh, I made an interesting discovery downstairs when I woke up.”

Stan quirks an eyebrow, but disregards my last statement for the time being, “How do you look at it?”

“I’d say that my night went pretty damn well, even if I didn’t get laid.”

“Getting laid wasn’t part of the plan tonight. Getting love was,” Stan says in a low voice, smiling that smile one usually sees before a prank that he and I set up goes off. I shake my head at his answer and sigh softly, peering through my blonde fringe to look at Butters.

“I honestly don’t know what I’m getting myself into, Stan. But, at this point, I rather like what I’m getting myself into and I wouldn’t change it for the world,” I speak softly so that Butters wouldn’t be able to hear me, turning my head slightly to look at Stan when I finish speaking.

Stan snorts after a brief silence, wrapping his arm tight around my neck to pull me into a noogie. I give an indignant shout and push him off of me, both of us laughing loudly.

I speak after we settle back into our respective spots against the counter, “How did your night go? I notice Kyle isn’t with you,” I take a sniff at his clothes, “and you don’t smell like him, either. More like…a really girly girl.” At this, Stan blushes deeply, turning his face away from me sharply to try to hide it.

“Oh, shit. You got some from a girl tonig- wait, Wendy? Does Kyle know?” My eyes are wide and my mind flashes me a picture of Kyle and Christophe on the couch downstairs.

“Kyle suggested it. He didn’t seem to mind that I ran out on him…and Wendy didn’t seem to mind that I ran into her,” Stan barks out a laugh, “but the guy she was with did.”

I laugh at the horrified look on Stan’s face, motioning for him to continue his story.

“The guy pushed me and told me to fuck off when I barged in on them. Being quite intoxicated, I fell flat on my ass. Don’t laugh at me; he was a really big fucker. Wendy told him to fuck off, so he did. That’s when he stepped on me. Right on my fucking dick, man. It was a foul play. It wasn’t hard enough to cripple me, but shit it still hurt. I didn’t like 15 pounds of pressure sitting on my dick. It was uncomfortable,” Stan stops to laugh at my incredulous look, “I didn’t like 15 pounds stepping on my dick. Sitting, I would like.”

“I can tell your night was far more eventful than mine after you and Kyle dropped me off a blanket. Was Wendy coherent?”

“Didn’t wait long enough to find out. She definitely wasn’t sober, but neither was I.”

I snort and roll my eyes, sneaking a quick glance at Butters. I’m taken aback when I see that he’s staring right at me and cock my head to the side in question. He blushes adorably, but doesn’t look away from me like I thought he would. Instead, he stands up and shuffles his way over to where I’m leaning against the counter, looking up at me through the bangs that were once meticulously pinned back against his head. He braces his hands on the counter behind me and leans against me, deviously sliding his body up the length of mine to place several soft kisses on my partly opened lips. I place one of my hands on the back of his neck to pull him into a deeper kiss, nipping playfully at his bottom lip to force a soft whine from him. I hear Stan’s rumbling laugh to my left and feel the air shift as he starts to walk away.

“Kenny.”

I know it’s a departing acknowledgement and lean away from Butters’ lips to mumble a quiet, “Stan.”

My lips are immediately assaulting Butters’ pliant ones and the resulting moan that seeps into my mouth is quite delectable. I reluctantly put my hands on his hips and push him away gently, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

“Listen, Butters. I really like you and I don’t want to fuck this up before it even begins. So, I would appreciate it if you would be so kind as to stop being a cock tease,” I whisper against Butters’ ear and get a thrill out of the shiver that wracks his slender body. He slowly shakes his head ‘no’ and I chuckle against the skin of his neck.

“No? And what, pray tell, do you mean by ‘no’?”

“N-no, I won’t st-stop bein’ a … acocktease,” He rushes the last few words out like he’s embarrassed that they’re coming out of his mouth and I can’t help but smirk. I wrap my fingers around his chin and hold his face a hairbreadth away from my own, letting my smirk grow wider when a whine rips out of his throat at the lack of physical contact. I let my laugh roll over his lips and finally speak:

“Alright, Butters, you can be a cock tease, so long as you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I promise you, I know-I want,” he practically moans out and I release his jaw only to have his lips immediately on mine, tongue pressing into my mouth, hands sliding ruthlessly under my shirt to skim and tickle along my abdomen and stomach. I release a low groan, digging my fingers into Butters’ hair, tugging at the belt loop in his jeans to crush his hips against mine, slipping the same hand around his hips to grope his ass. He tears his face away from my own to let out a desperate sounding mewl, rolling his hips lightly against mine. Definitely a cock tease. Lil’ Wayne’s Fireman is blaring through the speakers of the other room and he starts sincerely grinding against me to the beat of the bass, driving me insane when he keeps seamlessly switching up his rhythm. I throw my head back when his dick aligns directly with mine and his hips rub and twist and grind and roll; I’m moaning like a paid whore and cock tease doesn’t even cover half of it. The hand that doesn’t have a firm grip on Butters’ ass is attempting to find purchase on the countertop behind me while I try to keep my hips firmly pressed against Butters’. I’m a gasping, moaning, writhing mess by the time his hips slowly stop moving and I nearly cry from frustration when his hips completely still against mine.

“You better finish what you started or you’re going to be the one frustrated beyond belief,” I growl out between my teeth, shoving his hips against mine by the grip on his backside. I’m staring down at him through half-lidded eyes, trying to get the message across that I need it and he almost looks empathetic. His rhythm slowly starts up again and I hiss out a “fuck yes” when his rhythm stays constant with mine. His lips and teeth are nipping and sucking at the skin under my jaw and the hands that were roaming the skin underneath my shirt are now slowly travelling to the skin just above my waistband. He thumbs the button for all of two seconds before he rips it open and shoves the zipper down for good measure.

My eyes snap open and I grab his wrist to hold it in place, waiting until he looks up at me with those bright blue eyes. My eyebrows furrow into a frustrated frown, but all of my worries dissolve when he gives me a small, completely conniving smile. I let out a shaky laugh when he drops to his knees right there in Token’s kitchen and I bury my fingers back into his hair. His breath is hot and fast against me when he shoves my pants down to mid-thigh, pulling me out of my boxers. There’s nothing remotely funny about the way he calculatingly stares at my erection and my laughter is immediately replaced by a gasping moan. The grip he has around the base of my cock is just right and I nearly cum when the tip of his tongue dips timidly into the slit. I try to force myself to not thrust my entire length into his mouth and down his throat, but he’s making it damn near impossible with the way he’s licking and sucking at various spots all along my dick. Instead, my fingers tighten in his hair and I let a desperate whine spill out of my mouth before I have half a mind to stop it. He takes that as his cue to stop being the fucking cock teasethat he is and sucks the head of my cock into his warm, wet, gloriously tight mouth. He slowly inches his way to about two thirds of the way down my prick and I can already tell I’m not going to last long when I have the image of my dick sliding into his perfectly innocent mouth burned into my retinas. I moan loudly and half curl into him, unable to stop the minute thrusts of my hips when his head starts a slow bob. One of his hands comes to rest on my hipbone to keep my hips relatively still when he unexpectedly sucks on one upward bob of his head. My breath hitches in my throat as his tongue returns to teasingly dip in and out of the slit in my head and I’m so close that it almost hurts. After being teased mercilessly all night, it’s comes as no surprise when one simple hum from Butters has me toppling over the edge and into oblivion. After he’s licked me clean of all fluids, I vaguely feel Butters tucking me back into my pants and I pet him dazedly in thanks.

When I finally regain control of all my senses, I lean down to shove Butters onto his back to kneel over him and grip his hips tightly, pulling his ass to rest on my thighs. I run my hands along the front of his jeans and silently rejoice when he writhes against me. I slowly unbutton his jeans and drag his zipper down before I’m stopping by a trembling hand.

“W-wait, Kenny. Yo-you really don’t have t-to do that,” he stutters, batting my hand away relentlessly.

I smirk down at him and respond, “And if I want to?” My fingers curl around his waistband and slowly tug them lower on his hips, waiting for his response.

He twists slightly and tries to choke his gasp back in vain, “N-no, really I don’t-fuck.”

I chuckle darkly at his curse as a result of my hand gripping his cock through his jeans, rubbing my palm in slow, tantalizing circles.

“I have a proposition for you, Mr. Stotch.” I take his moan as an answer and continue, “I propose that I pay you back without even taking your pants off.” He whimpers his approval and grinds his hips harder into my palm when I give him a light squeeze. I can tell he’s going to last about as long as I did and continue pressing the heel of my palm up and down his length, lightly tracing the outline of his head with my thumb on every other stroke upwards. My other hand is trailing up under his shirt, pushing it up under his chin to leave his skin unhindered for my hand to roam. My fingers tweak and pull at one of his nipples and after a particularly hard thrust of his hips and a graceful arch of his back, Butters is creaming in his pants.

We both simultaneously sigh and I almost laugh. I crawl up his body to nuzzle my face into his neck, placing light kisses all over his face, neck, and shoulders. He giggles cutely at this and pushes against my shoulders to get me to roll off of him. We both stand and he makes a face at the wetness in his pants. I tilt my head in consideration before picking him up bridal style to carry him out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards Token’s room. “Mi casa es su casa” is one of the many rules that keeps our close knit friends together. Clothes also fall under the category of sharing. When I reach Token’s door, I gently place Butters back onto his feet before quietly opening the door, in case Token is asleep in there. I know I made a good judgment when I spot a large mass under the many blankets that cover Token’s bed. I quietly tiptoe my way over to Token’s dresser and curse quietly when it makes an obnoxious noise. Token- never one to be a heavy sleeper- rolls over and grunts in my direction, eyes half-open.

“Token, it’s just me, Kenny. Butters needs to borrow some clothes. I’ll be out of here in like two minutes flat.” I whisper into the dark, continuing my search quickly after I hear a sigh from Token…and a slightly higher-in-octave grunt from the unnoticed, smaller mass next to Token. My eyes somewhat widen when I notice a tuft of red hair poking out from underneath the covers and choke back a laugh. I grab a pair of Token’s smallest boxers and two pairs of sweatpants before quietly making my way back out of his room, whispering a “goodnight” before closing the door firmly. I look around confusedly when I don’t see Butters waiting patiently outside of Token’s bedroom door. My ears pick up the sound of water running in the nearest bathroom and I smile to myself as I walk towards it, clothing in hand. I turn into the doorway in time to see Butters tug his little Hello Kitty briefs down over his ass and I clear my throat to interrupt his changing for the second time that day. His sexy little tube socks are still on and his hoodie barely covers his ass as he looks over his shoulder at me with a startled look on his face. He smiles when he sees me and motions for me to come into the bathroom with one of his hands. I toss his clothes at him before turning around to give him his privacy as I strip off my own pants to replace them with the softness of Token’s sweats.

I turn around to find Butters trying to hold his sweatpants up with one hand and trying to tie the drawstrings tight with the other. I laugh, causing my little blonde to blush brilliantly in embarrassment. Walking over to him, I take the drawstrings between my hands and deftly tie them tight enough to stay on his little hips, kissing his forehead when I finish the bow.

“Care to go back into the basement and curl back up in those warm blankets?” I inquire quietly, leaning my forehead against Butters’.

“I would love to,” Butters responds and he leads the way back into the basement with his fingers intertwined with mine, pulling me to the bed with him once we reach our self-proclaimed room. He throws back all of the covers to make sure we have optimal warmth, literally crawling underneath them after I joined him on the bed. He snuggles into my side and drags my arm over his waist and I place my head on the pillow we’re sharing to rest my lips against his forehead. He’s asleep before I even whisper a goodnight, but I’m not far behind him. The next time I open my eyes, the tiny window that shows the ground above will be letting the sunlight shine across the room.
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