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Rad-ish	By : xxXKSquaredXxx Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rad-ish
- 1
All right, so this is my first fanfic on here and my first South Park fanfic and I was given five words to incorporate into this: diamond, roots, radish, plank, and… doghouse. And I know they were kinda just stuck in there. >.< So sorry.
Rad-ish
Five years. He had spent five fucking years saving up for the diamond ring, and it was perfect. A simple platinum band, with a small diamond set into it and their names engraved on the inside. Kenny McCormick loved it, and he could only hope his boyfriend of four years, Kyle Broflovski, felt the same way. He had worked night and day for it, taking double shifts at the grocery store where he worked to try and help pay for not only their apartment but Kyle’s college and this ring…
Kenny held it up to the light, looking it over as he walked from his beat-up red pickup truck towards their apartment, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was going to fucking propose. Twenty-one years old and he already knew who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. How could he not? Kyle was perfect, totally amazing; he cooked and he cleaned and yet he still had that little flare of dominance about him, something totally unbreakable and endearing. He wasn’t a housewife at all; he was totally independent and Ken loved him all the more for it.
He fished his house key from his pocket, slipping the ring into the front pocket of his blue-gray hoodie; the orange one had been abandoned long ago when he had realized that maybe it was the thing making him constantly die. Kenny opened the door, calling out in his pleasant voice, lightly tinged with his parents Southern accent as he entered. “Kyle, babe, I’m ho-“
The words stuck in his throat at the sight that greeted him. Kyle, splayed out on the couch with Stan Marsh, fucking Stanley Randall Marsh, on top of him, the ‘Goth’ boy’s hand down Kyle’s pants and his tongue in the Jew’s mouth. Kenny stared at the two of them, his best friend and his lover, and felt a lump form in his throat. Kyle opened one jade green eye, spotted his boyfriend, and pushed at Stan’s chest, managing to get him off and sitting up, sliding off the couch and staring at Kenny, sliding a hand through his mess of auburn hair. Kenny stared back at him, looking heartbroken and more than a little upset.
Stan, who had gone Goth their senior year of high school because Wendy had finally told him he was too much of a stalker, stood up, playing with his tongue ring as though it was totally all right that Kenny had walked in on them making out. He ran a hand through his once dark hair, which was now a mottled rainbow of colours, supposed to be ‘edgy’ but just made him look like a douchebag, although his black roots were still visible, although that merely made the effect worse.
And then Stan had the nerve, the motherfucking gall to walk over, smack Kyle’s ass, and kiss him right in front of Kenny, who promptly growled for the first time in his life outside of playing dogs in the beat-up doghouse in Kevin Stoley’s backyard and walked over. He grabbed the front of Stan’s shirt, yanking him forward roughly and letting their blue eyes lock for a split second before Stan rolled his eyes, making a noise of distaste. “Tch. You’re such a conformist, Kenny. You think you love Kyle when I’ve been doing him for the last month. There is no such thing as love, just lust. Your dick is in love with Kyle. You aren’t.”
Kenny snapped. He drew his fist back, pounding it into Stan’s face and hoping to god the little bitch cried because hell, watching him run out of there with his eyeliner streaming down his face might make it a little better. He didn’t cry; however, he looked surprised, like he had expected Kenny to be all right with the fact that his ex-best friend was boning his boyfriend. Kenny shoved Stan towards the door, disgusted. “Get the fuck out of my house, Stan!”
Stan straightened himself up, although his eyes were watering and his nose was bleeding, and ran like Death was at his heels. Kenny walked over to the door and slammed it, standing there for a long time before looking at Kyle, who was standing in the middle of the living room. He was disheveled and looked heartbroken, and tears looked ready to spill down his cheeks at any second. The young Jew’s face fell even more when Kenny merely gave him a look of disgust and walked into the bedroom they shared, starting to strip so he could get in the shower.
Kyle followed after him, looking as forlorn as ever. He watched his boyfriend for a few minutes, Kenny purposefully keeping his back to the other man, and then spoke, sounding upset with himself. “Kenny… I’m not going to stand here and lie to you because you deserve so much more than that. I have been having sex with Stan for a month but only a couple of times and only because you’re never home anymore and I was… I was worried that maybe you didn’t love me anymore.”
Kenny whirled on him, raising a hand as if to hit Kyle, making the redhead flinch and take a step back, although his eyes went from sorrow and embarrassment to anger at the movement. Kenny shook his head, turning back and yanking his belt out almost furiously. “I dropped out of high school so I could work in order to give you a home so you wouldn’t have to share a bed with me and Kevin after your parents kicked you out. I’ve been workin’ myself to an early grave to keep fuckin’ food on the fuckin’ table! I’m twenty-three thousand dollars in debt because I’m tryin’ to put you through college and what for? So you can turn around and cheat on the biggest fuckin’ pussy in the world? I should go and kill him right now.”
Kyle’s eyes narrowed and he shoved his boyfriend, making Kenny turning around and stepping closer, looking up at his five-inches taller boyfriend and crossing his arms. “One, stop saying fuck every other word. You sound like an idiot.”
“Y’know, maybe if I had been able to finish high school I wouldn’t be an idiot right now.”
Kyle ignored him and continued. “Two, maybe if you were home once in a while, you know, I wouldn’t be getting other men to fuck me!”
Kenny stared at Kyle for the longest time, his jaw clenched before he searched his pockets, holding the ring up. “This is why I haven’t fuckin’ been home! Because I wanted to show my fuckin’ commitment to you and let you know how much I love you! If you were screwin’ Stan as some backwards to get revenge on me for ‘cheatin’ on you’, then you have no idea what this relationship means to me!”
Kyle looked momentarily confused, looking at the ring and then speaking in a soft, low tone. “Ken, babe, I never said th-“
“No, Kyle, you didn’t, but I know you and I know that you need to have a reason for stuff. You thought I was cheatin’ so you decided to fuck Stan out of some confused, misguided revenge.”
Kyle opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then nodded, ashamed as he looked away. Kenny looked at him and then sighed, setting the ring on the nightstand. He turned back to Kyle, looking him dead in the eye before jerking his head. “Strip and then lay down on the bed, ass in the air.”
“No! Kenny, I don’t see how sex will help.”
Kenny mimicked Kyle’s voice fairly accurately, snapping the belt in his hands and letting the pop of leather fill the room. “Kyle, babe, I never said anythin’ about sex.”
Kyle’s eyes widened and he looked at the belt, eyes uncertain. “Kenny… Ken, you aren’t gonna… you know…”
Kenny merely shrugged, gesturing towards the bed. “You want to save this relationship?” Kyle nodded hesitantly and Kenny smiled, although he looked grim about it. “Then do as you’re told.”
Kyle gave him a hesitant look and then walked over to the bed, starting to strip with his back to Kenny. The blonde reached over and tugged on Kyle’s arm roughly. “Look at me while you strip!”
The Jewish boy turned around, starting to pull off his thin green t-shirt, his nipples already hard with anticipation, although he still looked nervous. He tossed the clothing to the side, keeping his gaze on Kenny’s chest, not wanting to look his lover in the eyes. Kenny was absentmindedly massaging his own crotch, licking his lips lewdly and watching the other man undress, the belt still held in one hand. Kyle started working on his tight jeans and Kenny walked over to the closet, opening it and hooking a foot in a box, dragging it out and kicking it over to the bed.
Kyle’s eyes flickered to it and he spoke, his voice soft. “What’s… um, what’s in there?”
Kenny smirked slightly, leaning over and opening it to reveal some sex toys and a couple pairs of handcuffs, along with a spreader bar. Kyle’s eyes widened and he spoke, his voice soft. “Ken… Where’d… Where’d you get those?”
“Borrowed them from Craig. Apparently Thomas and Tweek like them well enough and I was thinkin’ about using them on you tonight as celebration because I know how kinky you get… but I guess now it’s punishment.”
Kyle stopped pushing his pants down long enough to stare at his lover. “Kenny! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Kenny poked him in the chest hard enough to leave a red mark but not hurt all that badly. “My boyfriend of four years cheats on me with some pussy-ass Goth and I’m not allowed to be pissed off at all?”
Kyle turned about as red as a radish, the blush making his ears red, his cheeks red, everything red. Kenny smirked and reached out, twisting one of his nipples roughly. “Rest of your clothes, please, Kyle.”
Kyle looked terribly embarrassed and pushed his jeans off all the way, depositing them next to his t-shirt. He looked momentarily embarrassed and Kenny clucked his tongue. “We both know how much of a whore you are, Kyle. No need to put on a chaste act.”
Kyle smirked immediately and took a step forward, running his hand over the other man’s chest softly as the other one went to the front of Kenny’s pants. He gave the blonde a sultry look, smirking slightly and kissing the other’s neck. “Mm, you know me too well…”
“I know I do.” Kenny tilted Kyle’s head up a little, kissing him softly. “Please don’t do that again… Not unless it’s with like, Butters, and I’m already in bed with both of you.”
Kyle grinned, kissing back softly. “I kind of like seeing you all dominant and jealous, though. You’re so hot that way, Ken… Maybe… I was waiting for you to walk in on us… so we could have hot make-up sex… you know… punish your bitch.”
Kenny grinned, sliding his hands around to Kyle’s ass and squeezing unashamedly. “Mm… you know I can’t stay mad when you talk that way.”
“Pretend then.” Kyle hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his green briefs, wiggling around teasingly before pulling them off, his erection entirely visible now. He was obviously quite excited and Kenny smirked, leaning over to nibble on his ear as one of his hands slid around to grip the smaller man’s cock. Kyle caught his lower lip with his front teeth, arching into the blonde’s hand and sliding his arms around Kenny’s neck, smirking and leaning in to kiss him again. “This doesn’t seem like punishment, baby. I was such a bad boyfriend… Does the thought of Stan fucking me make you want to make sure no one else ever takes me again?”
Kenny felt his possessive streak flare up, shoving Kyle back on the queen-sized bed they shared, putting his hands on his hips as he thought about what to do first, the belt held loosely in his right hand. Kyle beat him to the punch though, tugging Kenny forward by a belt loop on the faded hand-me-down jeans his boyfriend was currently wearing. He undid the denim jeans, dropping them and leaning in, kissing his boyfriend’s obvious erection through his white boxers. He turned green eyes upward, keeping them locked on Kenny’s face, even as the blonde slid a hand through Kyle’s auburn locks, wrapping his fingers in the red hair and smirking as his lips parted in a soft gasp. Kyle swirled his tongue around a little, lifting his hand to grip at the other’s hip, pulling him a little closer and sucking softly.
Kenny pulled Kyle’s head back by way of his hair, his smirk growing. “God, Kyle… You got addicted to my dick, hm?”
Kyle smirked, looking up at his lover and licking his lips. “Stan doesn’t taste good at all. I missed you.”
“You know how to make me feel good, babe. Come on, get on your stomach so we can get this underway.” Kenny stroked the other’s face softly before pushing him back softly, his thumb trailing down to force Kyle’s mouth open. “C’mon, get down.”
Kyle wriggled around, flaunting his ass to the other man and getting on his stomach, looking over his shoulder as Kenny leaned down, still in his boxers but obviously getting hornier by the second. He yanked out a two pairs of handcuffs and Kyle arched an eyebrow, arching off the bed and showing off a little more. Kenny shook his head, smirking at the other’s actions before clipping one end of a handcuff around Kyle’s right wrist, attaching it to the headboard and forcing Kyle to scoot forward so he was nearly kissing the steel headboard. He did the same to the other wrist and Kyle lay there, Kenny putting his hand on the other’s inner thigh and scooting him so he was on his knees.
Kyle looked back and watched as Ken grabbed the spreader bar, looking at it for a few moments before looking at Kyle, and then back at the bar. He strapped one end to one ankle and then shoved Kyle’s legs apart, strapping the other end to the other ankle and effectively holding Kyle’s legs apart. He looked at the other and balanced the belt in his right hand before bringing it down experimentally across Kyle’s ass.
The redhead arched his back, pulling away slightly and gripping the handcuffs tightly, a small cry falling from his lips. Kenny arched an eyebrow and brought it down again, testing out Kyle’s reactions. The redhead kept his back arched and Kenny sat down on the bed, turning a little and putting a hand in Kyle’s hair, yanking his head back so the other’s back was completely arched, a dip down his torso as he turned his head as much as he could, watching his boyfriend.
Kenny turned the belt over again and locked blue eyes with Kyle’s jade green ones, the redhead arching an eyebrow as if to challenge his lover. Kenny grinned and licked his lips. “Count for me. Scream it out.”
Kyle nodded, purring, “Anything for you, sir.”
Kenny shook his head, slamming the belt down across his lover’s pale butt. Kyle arched even more, wriggling his ass around and licking his lips. “One, sir.” Kenny brought it down again and a moan came from the Jew’s rosy lips. “T-Two, sir.” Whack. “Th-three, sir!” Whack. “Fuck, Kenny! F-Four!” Kenny smirked, bringing it down again and hearing Kyle cry out, red welts already appearing on the sensitive skin.
Kyle looked back and Kenny leaned forward, hovering right in front of the redhead’s face. “How many times did you let Stan fuck you, Kyle?”
“H-huh? Um… About twelve times? I don’t know…”
“Twelve? You’ve got seven more, baby. Such a little slut. Keep countin’.”
Kyle nodded and proceeded to count up to twelve, tears streaming down his face and his ass a mass of red welts and bruises. He was entirely hard by now, his cock dripping with pre-cum, and he wriggled around, sobbing from pain but obviously wanting more from Kenny. “K-Ken… doll… Fuck me already…”
Kenny smirked and shook his head, setting the belt down and running a finger over one of the larger welts softly. “No, honey… you know that it’s not about what you want tonight. It’s about what I want. And I’m not hard enough yet, baby.”
Kyle whimpered softly, starting to rub against the bed for friction. Kenny sighed and undid one of the handcuffs, flipping Kyle on his back. The redhead winced as his ass hit the bed, his legs still spread wide, and Kenny smirked down at him. “There’s a reason I tied you up, Kyle. I know how much you like to touch yourself. You aren’t doin’ it. I’m in charge of what you do.”
Kyle felt a chill go up his spine at the dominance in his lover’s voice and nodded, licking his lips. Kenny smirked, sliding his hand down and squeezing Kyle’s cock softly. The Jew moaned, arching into him, and Kenny pulled him forward a little, smirking. “C’mon, get on your knees for me.”
Kyle used his one uncuffed hand to push himself onto his knees, facing the edge of the bed and looking up at Kenny, his one arm out at the side, still attached to the bedframe, holding himself up with the other. He felt very restricted by the spreader bar, unable to get anywhere because his balance was so bad due to the metal bar. Kenny smiled, leaning over and lifting a skinny metal vibrator from the box. Kyle’s eyes followed it and Kenny grinned. “You’re such a slut, Kyle. Do it yourself.”
Kyle looked at Kenny for the longest time and then took the vibrator, looking it over before running his tongue down the length of it, sucking on every inch of it and coating it with his saliva. His eyes never left Kenny, who was peeling off his boxers, his admirably sized cock pressed against his stomach, red and dripping. The redhead finished with the vibrator and moved his hand, holding onto the headboard with his cuffed one while he pressed the vibrator in, his eyes slipping shut and back arching as he uttered a breathy moan, sliding the toy in past the tight sphincter and flicking it on.
Kenny walked over, pressing his knees to the side of the bed so his cock was roughly face-level with Kyle. The redhead’s eyes flickered from the erect shaft to his lover’s face before he smirked, his cheeks still coated with tears and his ass throbbing from its earlier abuse. He held onto the headboard, exhibiting commendable upper body strength as he raised his other hand to grasp the base of the other’s cock, taking a firm hold of it before leaning in, licking up the bead of pre-cum at the tip and swirling his tongue over the head, smirking slightly.
The hard rod throbbing in his hand, Kyle sucked on the head softly, teasing even as he turned his gaze upwards, his lusty eyes never leaving Kenny’s face. Handling the other’s cock like a pro, Kyle ran his soft pink tongue down the vein on the underside of Ken’s dick, licking and kissing experimentally all the way down before returning to the tip, taking the first two inches in his mouth and starting the suck, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing up and down the littlest bit, eyes still locked on Kenny. Carefully he took more in, going about halfway down before Kenny slid one hand in his red hair and used the other to pinch the Jew’s nose, cutting off airflow. Kyle gasped around the other’s cock, popping off it immediately, but Kenny took advantage of his now open mouth and forced his way in, slamming in down to the hilt.
Kyle’s eyes widened and his look became vaguely panicked, his oxygen cut off as tears of exertion pricked at the corner of his emerald eyes, staring up at his boyfriend, who merely started thrusting. Kyle gagged, his free hand moving to grab Kenny’s hip as black and white stars exploded behind his eyes. Kenny pulled him back momentarily, Kyle looking totally and thoroughly dazed. Kenny grinned and forced him back down, the Jewish boy happy to have Kenny’s cock back in his mouth, if the look in his eyes was anything to judge by.
Kenny yanked him back again, leaning over and speaking in a low tone in Kyle’s ear. “You remember those fetishes of mine we talked about, baby?”
Kyle, still dazed, turned away from his lover and spat on the floor before nodding, murmuring, “Yeah. Blood,” in a soft, hoarse tone.
“That’s right, bitch. Blood. We’re gonna try those out today.”
Confusion flickered in Kyle’s eyes but he nodded, choking his words out in a nasal voice when Kenny pinched his nose again. “Anything for you, Kenny…”
The redneck boy grinned and hooked the hand that had been in Kyle’s hair in the boy’s mouth instead, hooking him like a fish and pushing those gorgeous lips apart, though Kyle caught on and opened his mouth before Kenny had to force it open. Ken slipped back in, Kyle hollowing his cheeks and making noises every time his lover thrust before using his hand to stroke Kenny’s balls, his face pretty much nestled in Ken’s blonde pubes as he sucked, his gag reflex forcing itself into remission as he was face-fucked by his boyfriend.
Kenny moaned low his throat, Kyle pulling back the slightest bit to get the little bit of air he needed and then going balls-deep on Kenny’s cock once again, moaning softly before humming, his mouth vibrating around the other man’s shaft, which swelled in his mouth, signaling impending orgasm. Kenny managed to grunt, “M’gonna cum, Kyle,” before yanking back, his seed spurting onto Kyle’s pale face.
The Jew yanked away, muttering something about Kenny jizzing in his eye, about to complain until Ken’s fist connected squarely with his nose, popping a blood vessel or two. The redhead’s blood mixed with the milky seed and dripped off Kyle’s face onto the (clean) sheets that Kyle had spent all Saturday afternoon washing, and Kyle looked up at Kenny, hand over his bleeding face, one eye squinted shut because of the aforementioned eye-sperm problem.
Kenny moved Kyle’s hand, leaning down and kissing his lover, licking some of the blood-cum mix off the younger man’s face and smirking. “Mm… Tastes delicious.”
Kyle grumbled something else and Kenny started laughing. “You look like a fucking pirate, Kyle.”
Kyle glared at him, turning a little as Kenny hooked him to the bed again, leaving a little more slack than before because he had an idea. Kenny knelt on the bed behind his lover, running his hands over the boy’s red and bruised ass softly. He grinned and leaned forward, biting his back softly before growling in a very bad pirate impersonation, “You wanna walk the plank?”
“What? Kenny, that is the least sexy thing you’ve ever do- Oh, Moses!” Kyle buried his bloody face in the pillow when Kenny withdrew the vibrator and clicked it off, tossing it to the side before leaning over and lifting a bottle of strawberry-scented lube from the box Craig had lent him, noting that not only was the lube very likely handled by Craig during times of intimacy, but had probably been handled by Craig when he was elbow deep in either Thomas or Tweek.
He stared at it for the longest time, the inconspicuous smiling strawberry on the label looking back at him before he sighed and dripped some on his fingers, sliding his slim middle finger all the way into his boyfriend. Kyle moaned but wiggled around, obviously not satisfied, and Kenny slid another finger in, scissoring slowly and hearing his boyfriend make a small, frustrated noise. He smirked and continued slowly, Kyle grinding his hips back and growling. “Kenny, don’t be a fucking tease!”
Kenny merely grinned, smacking one of the larger welts and making Kyle yelp, both ends of his body now stinging as blood continued dripping onto the pillows and sheets. Kenny slipped another finger in while his boyfriend was distracted, making Kyle shudder as the blonde man’s middle finger found his prostate and stroked it, the Jewish redhead crying out as chills went up and down his spine.
Then, just as abruptly as his fingers had entered, they were gone, Kyle making a noise and turning to look at the other, watching his boyfriend undo the spreader bar cuffs and drop the metal rod on the floor. Kenny immediately moved so he was directly beneath Kyle, kissing his chest and abdomen as he slithered up, sitting in between his lover and the headboard, the boy’s handcuffed hands on either side of his head. His cock was pressed firmly against Kyle’s because of the way they were sitting and Kenny started lubing up his dick with the strawberry stuff, trying not to look at the innocent but strangely accusatory strawberry on the bottle.
Kyle caught a whiff of it and groaned. “Kenny, my fucking ass is going to smell like strawberries for weeks…”
Kenny grinned and nodded, licking some more bloodcum off of Kyle’s face. “Mm, I know. Delicious. Smell like strawberries when I just gave you a strawberry shortcake. Fucking awesome. It’s rad-ish.”
Kyle stared at him for a bit, confused. “What?”
“Rad-ish. You know, um… That’s so rad. But if something isn’t quite as rad, it’s rad-ish.”
Kyle was obviously opening his mouth to complain when Kenny silenced him with a kiss and a quick thrust forward, his cock rubbing over his boyfriend’s stretched entrance momentarily. Kyle gasped into the kiss, even though he was distracted by the overwhelming taste and smell of copper in his mouth, along with the unmistakable salty taste of Kenny’s sperm. Kenny repositioned himself and moving his hands, gripping Kyle’s ass and pulling his cheeks apart before sliding his cock in, simply sitting there for a few moments before Kyle snapped, pulling back from the kiss and starting to ride Kenny’s cock unashamedly.
Kenny slid his hands up to Kyle’s hips as the redhead threw his head back, moaning loudly every time he forced Kenny’s dick into himself. Ken made small noises of pleasure, digging his nails into Kyle’s back and leaving little crescent-shaped marks before dragging his nails up the other’s back, leaving cuts up the pale flesh, blood oozing from the wounds. Kyle began to pant, thrusting his hips down frantically before pushing himself back up, only to repeat the process. Kyle began to help, his hands still making their way up and down the other’s back as he bucked his hips, shoving himself deeper in the redhead.
Kyle began crying out with each thrust, wanting to touch himself but unable to because of the handcuffs. He dropped his head, green eyes locking with Kenny’s blue one’s as he whimpered the redneck man’s name repeatedly. Kenny simply smirked, kissing him again simply for the taste of Kyle’s blood. He liked how it felt against his lips. “Scream my name and we’ll see if you can cum, baby.”
Whimpering and panting, Kyle gripped the headboard with white knuckles, on the verge of tears from the need to orgasm but the inability to. He started screaming Kenny’s name, a few tears trickling down his face, the salt water mingling with the other liquids already coating the young Jewish man’s face. Kenny smirked as it began dripping on his chest, leaning up to start licking it off, a blush coating Kyle’s cheeks because of it. Kenny thrust into him particularly hard while smacking Kyle’s bruised ass, the boy’s entire body going rigid as he screamed Kenny’s name.
The blonde grinned and bit Kyle’s neck hard enough to draw blood, starting to jack his lover off. “Good boy…”
Kyle continued riding his boyfriend, feeling the blood run down his neck before Kenny pulled back and kissed him. Kyle’s body tensed up and he shot his load all over both their stomachs, some ending up on Kenny’s chin. Kenny forced Kyle to keep riding him for a few minutes until Ken came, pulling out of his boyfriend but allowing the redhead to collapse on his chest, spent.
Half an hour later, Kyle finished up in the shower, his legs feeling like Jell-o, his ass hurting and his face bruised, not to mention the fact that he was completely humiliated, feeling like while he had deserved some sort of punishment for cheating, that should not have been it. The redhead made a face in the bathroom mirror; dressed in a pair of Kenny’s sweatpants, his body an array of bruises, his back cut by his lover’s nails, and a giant bite mark/hickey on his neck, he looked like a victim of domestic abuse.
He sighed and left the bathroom, running a hand through his wet hair as he made his way over to the bed, sitting beside Kenny, who had thrown on a pair of boxers and done nothing else. The blonde was laying there, reading Lord of the Rings with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and Kyle’s reading glasses on, paying no attention to the man who had just joined him in bed. Kyle looked at him and leaned down, kissing his cheek and rubbing the blonde’s back softly. “Um… Are you still mad at me?”
Kenny turned, looking at Kyle and shrugging before rolling on his back. He extinguished the cigarette on the nightstand, leaving yet another cigarette burn on the wood. Wrapping an arm around Kyle, he pulled him down, the redhead resting against his muscled chest and sliding an arm around his waist. Kenny spoke, his voice soft. “I’m… disappointed. Really disappointed… but I love you, and I’m not letting fucking Stan Marsh getting you because I fought for you for a long time and I love you more than anything.”
Kyle smiled, running a hand through his hair absentmindedly. “How was the sex?”
“Rad-ish.”
The Jew sat up, staring at Kenny, who was smirking self-righteously. “Ken, that is the fucking stupidest word I’ve ever heard in my whole life.”
Kenny stuck his tongue out, propping himself up on one arm. “Does that mean you won’t marry me?”
“Not if you use the word rad-ish to describe the sex we just had.”
Kenny grinned and leaned in. “It was perfect. It was amazing, it was awesome, it was… it was positively delightful in every way shape or form.” The young blonde held out the ring he had bought, arching an eyebrow. “So will you marry me now?”
Kyle rolled his eyes, although he was grinning like a fool. “Guess so.” He kissed Kenny softly, smirking at him. “I could go for another round.”
Kenny laughed and pushed him down, biting his lower lip and smirking at him, his tone of voice teasing. “Rad-ish.”
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