Butters-Fly

Independent Leopold "Butters" Stotch blog | Literate Multiship | Au and OC friendly "But at the same time I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad." Butters | 18 | Gay | Male pronouns | Mun is 21+

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Kenny hadn’t been surprised by Butters bucking up his hips. In fact, he welcomed it because it meant the blond was enjoying himself so much that he wasn’t thinking about anything beyond the pleasure Kenny was causing in him. And Kenny loved that he was losing himself.

If they ever got around to fucking, it was going to be something to remember.

As Butters talks to him, he pulls off and smiles at him. Licking at the underside of his shaft, Kenny said, “Don’t worry about it, baby. You’re not gonna hurt me.” He then took Butters back into the warm cavern of his mouth and started slowly bobbing his head as he softly sucked on the length of hard flesh in his mouth. He couldn’t help but smile around the organ as his hand slid down to play with his balls. Cupping the heavy weight, he moaned softly, eagerly looking forward to whenever Butters decided to return the favor.

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It was already too much for Butters, after having never really even touched himself having a talented mouth wrapped around him made him hurtle toward orgasm at light speed. The blonde couldn’t even make coherent noises, just whimpering and moaning as the waves of pure lust crashed over him. There was no way he could warn Kenny of how close he was, except for the tight little rolls of his hips. 

When his orgasm finally crashed over him Butters’ head snapped back like a whiplash victim, his lips parting on a scream that his lungs didn’t have enough air to give voice to. His fingers found Kenny’s hair and held him in place as he emptied his seed down the other’s throat. He whimpered softly as the aftershocks shot through him, shaking like a leaf as he started to come down. 

Butters’ clenching fingers turned to petting hands as he came down, his eyes glazed with pleasure, mouth slack with it. There was no shame in him for coming so quickly, if anything he was more nervous about being able to recreate what Kenny had down to him accurately. 

“I...I can try to do that to you Ken...c-can I try now?” 

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Kenny shook his head. “Nah. You’re cute,” he spoke with a wide smile. Though kenny McCormick did not feel ready to populate the earth once more. How could he have been chosen for this? He didn’t understand. As usual he wore his orange parka which was made into a west along with jeans. Nothing more complicated than that since he knew he looked good anyways. Kenny was confident in his looks after all. Since many had wanted to be bred by him before.

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Butters blushed even brighter at being told he was cute, but it made him smile sunnily, cocking his head to the side so the bangs not held back brushed across his face eyes slightly. “Th-thanks. You’re very handsome yourself.” He tucked his hands behind his back, fidgeting his fingers nervously. “I guess if we’re paired we should probably get to know each other.” 

The blonde holds out one of his hands, a bit old fashioned but he doesn’t know how else to greet someone. “My names Leopold but...but um...everyone just calls me Butters.” 

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In a world where the human race is dying out, only ‘Bearers’ and ‘Breeders’ remain. They’re matched into pairs to repopulate the earth; send me '╬’ to find out how my character would react to being paired up with yours.//ACCEPTING! SPECIFY MUSE PLEASE!

Kenny stared at the other blonde for what seemed like hours. He was cute. Totally his type. But Kenny didn´t know if his curse would be transfered to his children and that made him hesitate even if he knew this was for the good of humanity.“So…We´re a pair now, huh?”

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Butters fidgeted under the stare, turning the silver butterfly charm on his necklace over and over in his hands. He wondered distantly if the other blonde thought he was a disappointment as a partner, though Butters had tried to make himself look as nice as possible when he was told he’d be meeting his...what was the right word for it?...mate today.

There had been much fussing in front of the mirror today. He’d chosen his silver and jeweled butterfly beret for his hair today and matched his silver necklace with it. He’d layered his shirts today so he wouldn’t look quite so thin, and the overall outfit made him look decently cute he thought.  

When Kenny spoke Butters blushed lightly and nodded. “Y-Yeah. Geez I hope you aren’t too disappointed...”

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Studying

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His fingers ghosted over the white cotton and he looked up at those bright blue eyes and saw nothing but lust staring back at him. Butters was a strange mix of innocent and lusty at this moment that Kenny was half afraid he was going to combust. But then he leaned forward and nosed into the blond’s groin, inhaling that first scent of Butters.

Pulling away, he grabbed at the hem of Butter’s panties and slowly pulled them down, letting out a hum of delight as his erection sprang free. Licking his lips, he leaned down and kissed the tip before sliding his tongue along the slit. He’d been wanting to do this for a long time, but he’d never felt brave enough to do so.

And now he wondered why he’d worried about it.

He licked along the shaft, humming at the taste of Butter’s cock. It tasted clean and a little musky, but he loved that. Slowly taking the cock into his mouth, his gaze flickered up to Butters face, wanting to see exactly how much the other man liked it.

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Butters keened at the first touch of Kenny’s mouth to his lower bits, gasping and shaking heavily as the pleasure crashed over him. He lifted a hand to his mouth and bit down on his knuckles to keep from making too much noise as the other blonde explored him gently with his mouth. 

The noises of pleasure were muffled by Butters’ hand for the most part, until Kenny closed his mouth around the shaft of twitching flesh and it became a choice of either breaking skin or making noise. Butters chose the latter, letting out a high moan. His back arched off the bed at the sudden wet heat and the blonde’s blue eyes rolled back slightly. 

As the intense first wave passes, Butters realizes he’s bucked his hips ups and he squeaks, pressing his body to the bed. “I’m s-sorry I just...it felt so good Kenny...I...” He squirms, moaning softly, body twitching in directionless need. 

“P-Please...” Though he didn’t know what exactly what he was asking for. 

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Studying

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The slow and tender exploration of his erection only made him harder and all the more desperate to get Butters to go along with whatever he wanted to do. The gentle stroking had him moaning softly and flexing his body in Butters direction. He was seven kinds of sinful for wanting to teach Butters the finer points of sex, but he didn’t care. He cared about the blond and had been wanting this for a long time.

Hearing the other blond agree to it, Kenny smiled and leaned over, pressing his lips over Butters and giving a small hum. “How ‘bout you let me go first? That way you can copy what I’m doing, okay?”

He helped Butters shift around on the bed and lay down on his pillow. He pressed a few more soft kisses to his mouth before his hand slid down and played with Butters through his pants. The hardness underneath was calling to him and he was both nervous and excited to see it at the same time. Settling himself between Butters’ thighs, he pulled down the waistband of his pants, his eyes fixed on what was slowly being revealed in front of him.

The soft white cotton with the cartoon cat on it was obscenely tented and Kenny could only stare for a moment. There was something so cute, yet so dirty at the sight of Butters wearing panties. Licking his lips, Kenny said, “Fuck, Buttercup. Please tell me I can touch you.”

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“O-Okay...” Butters was relieved that he wouldn’t have to go first this time, so he’d have an idea of what he needed to do. He didn’t want to be a disappointment to Kenny, even if they were just practicing. He let the other blonde maneuver him down onto the bed and as soon as his back hits the sheets and his head hits the pillow he’s stretching himself out, getting comfortable. 

The kisses helped him relax more, and he parted his lips under the soft presses of Kenny’s mouth. Though when the other blonde touched him through the soft fabric of his pajama pants Butter’s tensed enough to curl slightly. He barely even touched himself and having someone else petting him was almost overwhelming, making his breath come in little sobbing hiccups. 

Butters closed his eyes when Kenny started pulling down his pants. He wasn’t embarrassed by his undergarments, it wasn’t really something sexual he’d just discovered on his own that girls under things were just softer and fit his wider hips better. But the fact that Kenny seems to enjoy the view makes him glad he picked up the habit. 

He curls his fingers into the sheets to keep from trying to cover himself up, Butters’ cheeks bright pink and his lips swollen slightly from the kisses. He suddenly realizes how much he likes that Kenny has a pet name for him and it makes him smile shyly. “Y-You can touch me...I...I think I’d really like that..” 

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Studying

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This kissing and exploring more than made up for all the lost time he’d been waiting to finally touch Butters like this. God, he’d been wanting to do this for far longer than he’d ever wanted anything and it had been worth the wait. All those long nights jerking off and wondering what Butters sounded like when he was all flustered and horny, now he had sounds to supply those fantasies.

The soft little moans into his mouth only fueled the fire burning in his belly and when they pulled away, that little moan had his cock twitching in his pants. The drag of Butters’ body against his erection had a little moan spilling from his own throat. It felt so good to be touched and dry humping each other that he’d gotten lost in the feeling of it all until Butters tried jumping out of his lap.

Holding onto the blond, he was panting hard as he watched Butters cover up his own erection with both hands and he ended up letting out a little whimper. It took a minute for his mind to get over the fact he’d made Butters hard with a few kisses, but once it did, he said, “You don’t have to be sorry, Buttercup.”

Grabbing one of the blond’s hands, he placed it on his own erection and said, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Those were some very nice kisses. And if you wanted, we could practice something else that’s like kissing.” He hoped Butters said yes, but he wasn’t going to push it. Even if he really wanted to suck Butters’ cock.

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Butters relaxed a little bit at Kenny’s words, if the other blonde said it was okay then he’d have to believe that. He tried to fight back his own embarrassment, but the fact that he could now feel the throb of Kenny’s erection under his fingers distracted heavily from that goal. He sighed shakily and let his hand fall away from his own crotch. 

His fingers remained on Kenny’s though, measuring the hard flesh under fabric with lightly shaking fingers. He bit his lips and just pet his hand over the other blonde, not sure why but knowing that this seemed like a natural thing to do. Something he wished that Kenny was doing to him, but he didn’t have the confidence to actually put the other’s hand on him. 

Pink tongue darted out to soothe his slightly swollen lips, and as the embarrassed fog eased up words finally started to reach his brain. “Something like kissing?” That sounded innocent enough, and the kissing itself had been so good that Butters didn’t think he could resist anything Kenny requested of him right now. 

“Ok, I’ll practice with you.” 

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Kenny had had kisses before. Hard kisses, hungry kisses, desperate kisses and kisses full of passion, but nothing could’ve ever prepared him for kisses like this. The soft slow sweep of Butters’ tongue had him moaning out and fighting the urge to grip onto him tighter. He fell in love with the way the blond kissed and he knew that after this, he’d never be able to give those simple chaste kisses again. He’d always want more of this.

And God help him if Butters actually learned how to kiss.

When Butters pulled away, Kenny thought the blush was a little cute and he didn’t even think as he chased the blond’s mouth with his own. He was already aching for Butters before the kiss, but now… now it was a need. And he’d probably be embarrassed about it later, but he needed Butters like he needed air.

While one hand stayed in Butters’ shirt, the other gripped his ass and pulled him close, pretty sure Butters could feel the hard outline of his cock, but he didn’t care. Pressing his lips against Butters’, he slid his tongue inside, sliding it over the other man’s, softly moaning at the taste.

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Physically he could feel the press of Kenny’s arousal against his own growing need, he could feel the way it made him feel so hot, making his pajamas seem stifling even in the chilly air. Mentally though, Butters was so wrapped up in the kiss that none of the physical movement passed his neck even registered. 

This was more the kiss that he’d fantasized about idly when he was locked up in his room, grounded. Being pursued and cherished at the same time, and it felt very natural. It was just right that Kenny’s tongue was in his mouth right now, their hips moving in abbreviated little rolls that dragged soft little whimpers from Butters’ mouth.. 

He fed all his little hiccuping pleasured noises into Kenny’s mouth, tongues touching shyly and slowly. A slow tango that made the blonde’s heart race so fast in his chest. This was already really different then what he’d seen happen at girls slumber parties. The kisses didn’t usually last this long and there was much more little pecks and then giggles going on, but this had to feel much nicer then whatever the girls had been attempting to do. 

When their lips part this time it’s accompanied by a soft moan from Butters’ throat. That sound alone is enough to break whatever kind of disconnect was going on between Butters’ mind and other parts, and he’s suddenly painfully aware of the fact that he’s hard and rubbing himself against the other blonde. He squeaks and half shifts out of Kenny’s lap, wanting to cover himself but not really wanting to leave the warmth. He pushes both hands over his crotch, blushing madly. 

“I’m s-sorry...I...oh geez...” 

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Studying

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At the mention of Marjorine and makeovers, a low moan left Kenny. He could just imagine Butters in a cute little nightie with those legs that went on for days… Those legs that were currently wrapped around him as Butters threaded his hands through his hair with the softest of touches. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud at the sensation. God knew how much he loved getting his hair messed with…

And those cutely innocent words had him doing a little melting of his own. His smile was soft as he said, “I’m glad for that, Buttercup. No one smooches like you…” And it was true. Their kisses were always chaste and affectionate no matter the circumstances. Probably why no one could ever really match up with Butters, they just didn’t care as much as he did.

He hums into the kiss. It’s soft with the barest touch of lips, but he can feel the affection for him in it, like in all of their kisses. But then Butters’ lips move and the other blond is softly sucking on his bottom lip and God does it feel so good. His hand slides higher up Butter’s back and he holds him close, opening his mouth for him in an attempt to tempt him into tasting his mouth.

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The hot prickly feeling is coming back slowly, making Butters fidget slightly on his perch in Kenny’s lap. His bangs fall back in front of his face as he shifts, slightly obscuring those wide blue eyes as they slide shut. When Kenny parts his lips, Butters pulls back for a second, a little noise tickling in the back of his throat, unsure. It’s not that he hasn’t pictured kissing like this before, but he’d never really imagined being the lead. He hesitates for only a second before leaning back in to press their open mouths together softly. 

Butters’ mouth moves like a virgin’s, slow and soft, very shy but also very eager. At first he’s not sure what to do with his tongue, never really having french kissed before, but this is practice right? If there was any time to experiment and learn now was it. Butters licks into Kenny’s mouth, and the first taste of the other blonde makes a little unknown shiver of something slide down his spine. After that first breach it’s just slow exploration. 

Similar to his tongue Butters has no idea what to do with his hands, so he leaves them in Kenny’s hair, petting the wispy strands at the back of his neck with gentle affection. As if Kenny was the one that needed to be relaxed. It’s reluctantly that Butters finally pulls his mouth back, but his lungs are burning just a touch from the need to breath and he feels just a bit dizzy from how hard he’s blushing. 

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Studying

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It was just a light brush of lips, but it sent a tremor through him that he couldn’t contain. He was more than ready to chuck the movie aside and pin Butters to the mattress, when those oh-so-innocent eyes met his and he felt a pang for the boy he used to be back when they were young and more innocent. He should’ve tried years earlier.

And then that perfect question left Butters’ lips and Kenny couldn’t help but to smile with him. As ‘Beauty School Drop-out’ played on the screen, Kenny said, “Sure we can. How ‘bout you start off. I’m just curious to hear about where you learned that info from.”

Pulling Butters onto his lap, he slid his hands up the back of the other blond’s shirt. “You know, you’re pretty damn cute. I bet you practice with me, then go off and find some other guy or gal to smooch into submission.” He grinned at Butters and said, “I guess I’m just going to have to insist on you only kissing me. Only seems fair since I’m giving you trade secrets…”

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As Butters realizes what he said Kenny is already pulling him into his lap, and Butters’ face is blazing bright red. He has to cross his long legs behind Kenny’s back to get comfortable, but once he does it suddenly feels like this is exactly where he belongs. “Well...I don’t know Ken, it’s just...the girls still sometimes invite Marjorine to parites...Bebe things it cute when I can come and get makeovers.” Admitting that makes Butters flush an even brighter red and he fidgets slightly in his lap. 

Butters reaches up and tucks some of his bangs behind his ear to keep them from falling into his eyes and then reaches out to smooth his hands through Kenny’s hair. He likes the contrast between his their blondes, Kenny’s dirty golden color to his almost white pale. Normally he would be nervous touching someone like this, but him and Kenny have a special friendship. This is okay. 

The hand sliding up the back of his shirt is proof of that, and so comforting that Butters melts slightly.  “Gosh I don’t know...I’ve never really wanted to smooch anyone else.” It doesn’t strike him as odd to say this, him and Kenny have kissed for a while now, since he saw Stan and Kyle doing it and discovered that it was ok for really good friends to kiss. 

Since he was told to start Butters leans forward first, pressing his lips very softly to Kenny’s. It starts as a normal friend kiss, like all of their kisses, but Butters shifts just a little bit so he’s holding Kenny’s bottom lip between his. 

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i saw you

you looked good

like you’re finally becoming the person you were meant to be

like you have found a balance between how to give the world what it needs

and how to hold on to what you need.

i saw you

farther from the edge and

you looked good.

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Studying

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Kenny had a feeling it would be the musical. Butters always enjoyed music and Kenny liked watching them with Butters. Especially Grease. Butters really got into it. And that meant Kenny could watch and torture himself over how soft Butters skin was. Popping in the movie, he then got under the covers next to the blond, wrapping an arm around his back.

Placing a kiss on Butter’s cheek, he said, “Hand me the crackers, Buttercup. I need something to get me through Danny being an idiot.” As the movie started, it was sweet torture as he ate the crackers, a few at a time before slipping one between Butter’s parted lips. He never did it during songs, but during heavy stretches of dialogue he did. A soft little shudder went through him whenever Butters tongue touched his thumb and he was half hard by the time he decided he was done eating crackers.

Always touchy feely, he slid his hand up the back of Butters shirt and caressed the soft skin there. He knew just how soft he was and he just couldn’t fight it any more. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to the side of Butters face, hoping that the blond would turn his head to meet his lips, just once.

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Butters always picked this movie when Kenny put it in the line up, and part of him felt bad for subjecting the other to the same movie so often but the other just really liked singing along to the songs a little too much to care. His favorite was Hopelessly Devoted, and he always belted that with the most emotion in his soft southern accent. Even if doing so left him a little pink cheeked because, well what if one time Kenny guessed that he was singing for him. That would be too embarrassing...

Well maybe not as embarrassing as being hand fend crackers. It made the blonde a little warmer and squirmy then he cared to admit, but he didn’t tell Kenny to stop. Instead he favored his fingers with little kisses, absent mindedly wondering if it would be too weird even for them to suck the lingering crumbs from Kenny’s thumb. By the time the crackers are set aside Butters feels hot and prickly under his clothes, like he needs to fidget around, but he stays still and curled into Kenny’s side. 

The kiss to the side of his face brought a giggle to his lips, bubbling up happily and he turned his head slightly so it brushed the corner of his mouth. His lips curled up slightly, pale blue sliding up to meet stormy blue as the laughter left his lips. Words flowed with the giggles before he could stop them. 

“Are we going to practice kissing like the girls do at their slumber parties?”

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Studying

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Kenny may have–possibly–turned the thermostat down 5 degrees whenever Butters stayed the night. It might have been slightly devious, but it gave him an excuse to cuddle up to the other blond without him thinking twice about it. He tended to be a little warm anyway, but whenever Butters didn’t stay the night, he slept butt naked, so it was a fair trade in his mind.

He smiled at the kiss to his ear and waited for Butters to leave the room before he stripped down to nothing. Even in his sleep, he hated to feel so confined. Pulling out a pair of blue pajama pants, he slipped them on then looked over at the door to make sure Butters wasn’t watching. Once he made sure, he went behind the door and tuned the temperature down then moved over to his cabinet. Opening it up, he pulled out a few he thought the other blond might like, then moved back over to the bed.

Smiling at how cute Butters looked with the sleeve over his eyes, he replied, “Haven’t you heard? I’m never decent. But you can come on in, Buttercup. I’m not naked.” Holding up the movies, he said, “I have a musical, a romance, and a comedy. What one you wanna watch?”

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“Oh don’t say that about yourself Ken! I think you’re plenty decent!” 

Too decent he would have thought if he could name the tingling feeling in his chest whenever they cuddled up together. Butters pulled his sleeve away from his eyes and made his way to the bed, crawling onto his side and looking at the movies he’d been provided to choose from. He hummed as if this was a final that he hadn’t studied for, looking between the three with a critical eye for a few moments before he picked up the musical and held it out. 

“This one!” 

So it was stereotypical for him to like musicals, it didn’t change the fact that it was fun to watch them and sing along. When Kenny moved to put the movie in, Butters was quick to get himself under the covers already feeling a little chilly. He hunkered himself down under the sheets and breathed in scent that was the other blonde, musky and wonderful. It was a scent that had come to mean comfort to Butters and it instantly made him feel at home. 

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Studying

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Kenny’s idea of being bad and Butters’ were two very different things. So while he thought about giving into the urge to crawl on top of the blond and biting his lip, he didn’t. Especially since Butters let him kiss him. And he liked kissing Butters. It was pretty close to what heaven felt like.

“Well, if it won’t get you into too much trouble… I guess we could do a movie.” Kenny leaned over and kissed the tip of Butters nose. “And you don’t hog the bed. You stay on your side all night unless it gets cold.” Or if Kenny wanted to cuddle, he’d sling his arm around Butters’ waist and pull him close. The only downside to Butters staying over was that’d he’d have to wear pants to bed.

But he could live with that since Butters liked to cuddle. And he liked to cuddle Butters.

Setting the crackers off to the side, he said, “How ‘bout you go get ready–and I’ll get ready–and then we’ll find a movie and watch it in here? That way if we fall asleep, we’re all set.”

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The kiss made Butters giggle and wrinkle his nose slightly, rubbing a hand across his face to chase away the shivering tingles the soft touch of lips had left behind. “Ngggh that tickles!” He tried to wine, but he was smiling too much for it to have any punch. So rather than attempt it again he retaliated with a soft brushing kiss to Kenny’s ear. “I’ll go get in pjs then.” 

With that the blonde closed up his text book and slid from the bed, stretching his arms over his head and working the kinks out of his back with a little please squeak. He’d stayed over enough to know where Kenny usually left his things and he made his way to the bathroom to get changed. It was simple stuff, but the fabric was fuzzy and kept him warm, and it was always...weirdly cold in Kenny’s place when the night time rolled around. Not that he really minded, the other blonde seemed unnaturally warm and body heat was plentiful in the bed. He pulled on the blue fleece with a pleased sigh and folded um his day clothes to put them on the shelf. 

Next was his hair, which he let down from the beret, running his fingers through his blonde hair. He was glad he didn’t have to keep it clipped so close anymore, he thought his bangs looked cute and being able to put a different beret in his hair ever day was something the blonde actually started to look forward to in the mornings. But since he was staying with Kenny tonight he’d have to settle for wearing the same one twice in a row.

Dressed properly for a bedtime movie, Butters scampered back to the bedroom, happily, pausing at the door and covering his eyes with a sleeve before going in. “You decent, Ken?”  

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Studying

Butters rolled back over with a sigh of his own when Kenny left the bed, flipping the page in his text book. Normally biology was his favorite subject, but he couldn’t concentrate very easily today, reading the same sentence over and over again. He looked up at Kenny’s question and smiled a bit, propping his chin in his hand. “You don’t need to feed me, Ken. I ate at the restaurant before clocking out today.” Best part of working in the service industry, free meals. 

Kenny was so thoughtful though, always fussing over him when he came to visit. It made Butters feel special and wanted, because really Kenny never fussed over any of his other friends like this. He stretched himself out again on Kenny’s bed, enjoying the room. The halfway house he lived in only provided a twin bed, and at six feet tall it was a squeeze. But this bed was amazing, soft and plush, and it smelled just like Ken’s aftershave. He shook his head slightly to clear the thoughts. No. Bad Butters. Study. 

“Um…I think I left my pajamas and some shorts here. If you don’t mind me using your toothbrush I can stay. Your bed is so much nicer than mine.” 

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Before Kenny disappeared out the door, he gave Butters a soft warm smile. He knew how bad it could be, but at the same time he knew how independent Butters was. Part of the reason he liked him as much as he did. “I don’t mind you using my toothbrush. And I’ll be right back.”

He left the door open as he went down the stairs to the kitchen, trying to pep talk himself into this. It was just an innocent little sleepover like all the other times, but it was getting harder and harder to just want to sleep all curled up next to the blond. Especially in the mornings when he was sleepy and wanted to cuddle.

Grabbing up the box of cheese its, he made his way back upstairs and let out a sigh as he flopped down next to Butters. Opening the box, he asked, “So, what’s on the table for today?”

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Butters scooted over so their shoulders brushed and snagged some crackers from the box, popping one or two in his mouth. He chewed quietly for a second and then swallowed. “Well...you can help me study...or we can curl up and watch a movie and then I can study. Or I can pretend like I already studied and we can just hang out or something.” 

The blonde glanced over at Kenny and offered a small smile. “I mean this chapter is mostly review anyway, so I think I can afford to be just a little bad...just a bit.” He leans his cheek into his hand, swinging his legs behind him like a teenage girl waiting for the latest highschool gossip. “Besides you’re being so swell letting me stay over, I don’t want you to be all bored while I’m hogging your bed.” 

Secretly, Butters was hoping for the movie. Watching tv in the bed or on the small loveseat in the living room meant an excuse to cuddle up into Kenny and hold onto him. It was a secret and fun game to see if he could someone get his long legs tucked over the other male’s lap and pressed into his side. And it was a game that Butters wouldn’t even admit to himself that he was playing. 

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Studying

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Kenny managed to roll away, a sigh on his lips. The two of them really needed to quit doing this. Kenny didn’t think he could handle those innocent little touches of Butters much longer without wanting to push him against the mattress and truly kiss him like he was the last person he was going to kiss.

Swallowing hard, he looked back over at Butters. “I’m gonna go get us something to eat. You don’t mind crackers do you?” He was suddenly a little nervous. He’d been in his own place since he was seventeen–the room across the hall was Karen’s whenever she stayed over–and he’d only ever had Butters up here. Whenever Cartman, Kyle or Stan stayed over, they were always in Karen’s room. But Butters…

Butters’ place was always right next to him in this queen-sized bed that he hadn’t even christened because he wanted it to be someone special…

Who the hell was he kidding? He thought of the side of the bed Butters always slept on as his. God, he was pathetic. They weren’t even dating and he was stupidly in very deep like–almost love–for the blond. And then his voice was a tiny shaky as he asked, “Did you want to stay over? I think you still have some stuff left over from last time…”

Butters rolled back over with a sigh of his own when Kenny left the bed, flipping the page in his text book. Normally biology was his favorite subject, but he couldn’t concentrate very easily today, reading the same sentence over and over again. He looked up at Kenny’s question and smiled a bit, propping his chin in his hand. “You don’t need to feed me, Ken. I ate at the restaurant before clocking out today.” Best part of working in the service industry, free meals. 

Kenny was so thoughtful though, always fussing over him when he came to visit. It made Butters feel special and wanted, because really Kenny never fussed over any of his other friends like this. He stretched himself out again on Kenny’s bed, enjoying the room. The halfway house he lived in only provided a twin bed, and at six feet tall it was a squeeze. But this bed was amazing, soft and plush, and it smelled just like Ken’s aftershave. He shook his head slightly to clear the thoughts. No. Bad Butters. Study. 

“Um...I think I left my pajamas and some shorts here. If you don’t mind me using your toothbrush I can stay. Your bed is so much nicer than mine.”