black roses

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

blood sugar s3x magik.

kyle fixes the strap of his messenger bag - it’s digging into his shoulder a bit uncomfortably after kenny pushed him into the wall. he continues once it’s been straightened and set back into place. “in fact, aside from me, you, and your roommate-” and the headmaster, kyle doesn’t say, “-knowing the truth, our story should be as simple as possible. i’m tutoring you because you can’t control your magic. that’s it.” 

kyle’s nose scrunches up in a laugh he can’t stop. “jesus, why would you even think i’d want everyone to know i’m helping you with sex magic?”

kyle is definitely, weirdly, really attractive when he is distressed—kenny guesses this is his normal state, honestly, so good for him. he gets passionate, even when he doesn’t really need to be.

he so wishes kyle wasn’t a dick with a boyfriend.

kenny wonders, for a moment, about kyle’s sex life. kenny has always lacked boundaries, so it doesn’t occur to him how rude that is, and he’s asking himself whether kyle is likely to wear the pants or not. kenny would really love to know. kyle was definitely kinky, kenny didn’t even have to wonder about that.

but, soon his mind is back on the actual conversation. for the best anyway, getting horny was so not the move right now.

“you think i have powers of seduction? that’s cool. no one’s ever thought of me as so sexually attractive before. it’s good to know you think i’m already seductive even when i don’t try.” kenny laughs, joking around with the other to an extent but he also does like the idea of the other admitting he was attracted to him. it’s a good feeling, even if kenny is used to it. “but i’m just not exactly ashamed of the whole sex magic thing. so it isn’t weird if people know. it is kinda confusing though, cuz, like, whyyy, right?

hehe nods, mostly ignoring a lot of what kyle has to say. he doesn’t really want to part from this point but also can’t think of a reason to keep talking before research is done.

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

blood sugar s3x magik.

he does have to wonder though - what did kenny mean by ‘misunderstandings’ when he promised not tell anyone anything? were people seriously going to think he and kenny had something between them if he started tutoring him? that would be preposterous - kyle is very much out and happy with his boyfriend. they’re even a power couple on campus. so… was it just kenny’s mind, taking things too far? or was it his own mind playing that trick? 

“i think… not telling people that i’m your tutor would only make things more confusing,” he says after a moment. “so, please! feel free to tell the whole world that i’m helping you with coursework… i would hate for anyone to get the wrong idea.” 

kenny nods. and his face screws up into a thoughtful expression, one that kenny usually likes to hide. his lips pout out and his eyes are almost closed, and he knows he looks stupid like this. but, his mind starts to wonder about how he could even start to explain anything, even to kyle. even craig is pretty in the dark about the extent of kenny’s... anything. so, he struggles to think of how he is even gonna do this.

especially with this bastard.

“so, you research and then get back to me? do you need- i mean. are you gonna need to see my magic? or, know my specific history? i’m kinda fuckin... blank about how you can even help. only person i’ve been able to control magic around is the roomie and the headmaster.” kenny wonders for a second if kyle catches on to the implications of how he got in. in all honesty, kenny isn’t usually embarrassed about sex, but it is kinda embarrassing to have sucked off someone to show your magic. but he had done a good job. the embarrassment, though, makes him flip his hood up and hide in his jacket again, though.

a laugh sounds from him when kyle says anything about telling people. he would have thought kyle wouldnt want anyone to know about him and any kind of sex magick, but maybe he had assumed too much prudeness in kyle. “okay, cool. i don’t have anyone to tell. just thought you’d be the type scared of sex. magic. i feel like its kind of taboo? i dunno why though. i think it’s fun if you can control it. right? i bet you’ll find some cool shit in research.”

kenny nods, kind of excited to possibly understand himself a little more. he almost bounces standing in front of the slightly taller boy.

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

blood sugar s3x magik.

kyle’s voice is pathetic and small, practically a white flag of surrender, when he raises his resistance. “i do too have a personality,” he says. it’s the least convincing argument he’s ever constructed - and this is supposed to be coming from the academy’s reigning debate team champion in the past three years? it’s sad, seriously sad.

“and i want to believe you- i do! but excuse me if ‘sex magic’ is hard to wrap my head around, when it sounds like some pickup line… i thought you were just taking the piss,” he says. he’s big enough to admit when he’s wrong, so he tacks on a shaky, “i’m sorry. okay? jesus christ. can you let me go…?” 

it is shocking what kyle lands on, more than any other thing he has said so far. kenny definitely thinks the part about his own magic is probably the most important part to respond to. but, the other gets stuck on his personality.

and honestly, that wasn’t even a true insult. kyle did have personality. too much, is probably more like it, but he was never one to compliment people like kyle when they were making him angry especially, but even in general. so he tilts his head in genuine shock that it seemed like that was all kyle was going to say.

thankfully, it wasn’t the case. kyle did continue speaking, and kenny does back off slightly, sighing because he can sense there is still some disbelief, which is now less angry making and more tiring, because there really is only one way to show he is telling the truth and suggesting it all would make him seem like a pervert, which he was and enjoyed the title, but now was not the time.

“here, let go of, got it.” he takes one more step back, but all in all he is still in kyle’s space. “just believe me when i say i wouldnt need a pick up line if i did want you. it wouldnt take much for me to get even you to agree to a fuck!” he jokes, mostly, knowing it probably won’t be taken as one by sticl-in-the-ass-kyle. “so. how do you tutor someone if they’ve got a problem like mine? because i’m serious. im just a slacker, but i got the material. i need help harnessing my magic. so... can you help me or are you gonna give up?”

kenny doesn’t think it hurts to give a little bit of a puppy dog eye look. he really is serious about getting help, which is what got him so angry to begin with. he’s so tired of being misunderstood.

“if you agree to help, i won’t tell anyone or nothin’ if you’re worried about misunderstandings. just sayin,”

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

blood sugar s3x magik.

he’s fully yelling now, and combined with the book-splosion he’s just set off, he has caught the attention of one of the librarians. she is hurriedly shuffling over to them, whisper-screaming for them to get out. her claw-like hand is spinning a circle through the air, and all of the pages start rattling wildly in response, flying around to find their leather bindings and repairing themselves. but the paper storm catches kyle in the crossfire - he gets a thin cut along his cheek from one of the fragments zipping past him to rejoin its page mates, and isn’t that just great? he lets out an angry snort at kenny like even the cut across his face is the other boy’s fault. 

kyle hurriedly gathers his school bag from the chair. he bumps kenny’s shoulder as he pushes past him, deadset on making his escape. he’s heading for the door.

there are a lot of emotions that swirl in him over the next few moments.

first of all, he’s more than a little peeved the only reaction to embarrassing admittances was a no. well, besides the magical outburst. books and papers start flying, and kenny has to duck to avoid any damage, and he feels so upset. god, he hated school. he hated smart asses with cute curls, and he hated them even more when they didn’t treat him like a fucking human, or well, in this case, a witch. but regardless, he was the same as the guy across from him, so why was he being treated like this? 

kyle doesn’t have a right to be angry. that’s all kenny can think. kyle just starts fucking insulting kenny and yelling like a crazy ex girlfriend, and he gets the right to look like kenny was the one in the wrong? everyone always assumed the worst of him, and he was so tired of it. even being honest he gets kicked in the ass.

and now, they are joined by a stupid librarian telling them to be quiet and get out. he’s so angry. he grabs his bag, not avoiding a book from kyle’s stupid magical explosion hitting him in the back, and therefore, slowing him down.

before he knows it, kyle is grabbing his shit and hurrying out of the library through the nearest doors. and he’s bumping kenny again, just fucking propelling kenny’s anger from offended to straight up ready to fuck this bitch up because god, everyone always told kenny he had no respect but, had anyone ever told this kid? they should. kenny should. because fuck off!

so he finds himself following the other out into the hallway, and then grabbing him by his shoulder—the same shoulder that had knocked into him, mind you—and he uses all his strength to throw kyle against the ornate wall. kyle isn’t huge, but he isn’t little either, so it wasn’t an easy feat, but kenny had always been one to say fuck you to expectations, so even though he was small, he had a big bite.

“screw you, you god damn stupid faggot,” kenny starts, basically spitting his words, annoyed and—god, he has to try hard to remember everything that was said, because so much happened so quickly. “first of all—don’t assume everyone wants you! like, if you’re really curious about my type, if you’ve ever seen my roommate he’s not some white ginger who shits all over me!” he didn’t really need to say that, but it was making his blood boil, kyle was attractive but now? now it was a forever secret because fuck him.

“second of all, fuck your boyfriend.” kenny says this purely out of anger, he actually has nothing against the guy. it wasnt actually his style to be angry. “third, i may be run through, but i’m fine fuck, and you should be so damn lucky. anyway, this isn’t about any of that!”

he pushes kyle back into the wall, cornering him a little more. “i was serious. my magic is really attached to sex, i don’t actually need help on the course work. i’ve been trying to figure out a way to explain this for weeks, i don’t need some dickwad to do my homework in exchange for sex. i’d ask for cash in exchange for sex, fuck homework, that’s some stupid bullshit! who would even trade sex for homework? nerds don’t even dick well. i’ll give you nerd tits, but i’m into people with actual personalities.”

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

blood sugar s3x magik.

“well, it kind of sounds like you’re describing erectile dysfunction. but, uh, your magic is your… penis.” kyle’s voice is flatter than a flat white from the library coffee shop. 

well that was a new one. no one had ever had to say the words erectile dysfunction to kenny. his dick had worked before anyone else’s though, so it wouldn’t be the biggest surprise if his quit first, but this very much was not his actual dick not working. but maybe his magic was his dick?

kenny had been staring deeply at the other writing, the way he managed good handwriting even while scrawling every detail down in real time. kenny could not understand how—not when he was chicken scratch and honestly, never really needed to write notes. kenny wasn’t actually the idiot so many people made him out to be, his mind wasn’t slow. he could remember most of it himself. but kyle, he really was book smart, great at keeping up. it was cool.

but, now his eyes drift up to kyle’s face, and kenny lets his shock and slight of annoyance show off. “it’s not dysfunction. maybe erectile though.”

he laughs, so genuinely. “magic is kinda connected to my cock, though.”

debating, debating, should he go full honesty? craig would probably say no, mostly because he was pretty private sometimes. but, kenny thinks it’d probably help him to be honest.

“so, i like to fuck.” kenny starts, and maybe that’s not the best idea, but it’s what he’s giving. “and i use to get all the shit going crazy if i was doin something sex related. then, over the break, i fucked around with my roommate, and we kinda figured out that’s why i wasn’t able to do magic shit in class. cuz i’m not going down on someone, or even horny. fuck. so, you wanna see me do some magic? that’s how. and i don’t know how to harness it unless i fuck around.”

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

blood sugar s3x magik.

“so, when did you first begin to express your magic? when did you start experiencing your block?” kyle asks. his brow furrows. “and… any idea why you can’t perform in class? the headmaster tells me you haven’t been able to… do. anything. since you got here. and the spells aren’t exactly advanced at this level.”

it takes everything in him to not sigh at the mere mention of note taking. he feels even more pissed off than he thought he would, and he doesn’t mean to be, but it was like the guy didn’t even hear him when he said he understood the material. that sucked.

“i don’t take anything seriously,” he says mockingly.

but at least it didn’t just go into that. he had some time to fight off that bullshit. the real question was more so... does he tell kyle what he knows about his magic? really. how exactly could someone tutor someone who only showed magical promise during sexual activity?

there was one thing kenny could see beneficial to being honest. kyle was hot, pretty in some ways and masculine in others, it was hot. his red curls could drive anyone crazy, and kenny could imagine running fingers through them. that sounded pretty nice. honestly, just showing this ass he could do something. fuck the headmaster for saying he couldn’t do anything.

“i started like two years ago? i started blowing out windows and shit. the block started once i got here.” kenny sighed, weighing his options and flipping off his hood so he could lean on the table and cover his face with his hands. “the headmaster doesn’t know shit, and has way too much fuckin hair. even for me.” he says at first, annoyed that everyone thinks he is simply incapable. it sucked constantly being seen that way.

“it isn’t like—i have been able do spells. just not normal ones. that’s it, honestly. i figured out what was wrong like, a week ago but it isn’t really... normal. so i can’t show you either. like magical performance anxiety. i’d have to be in private to show you anything.” he rubs his cheeks, squishing them together and a whine comes from somewhere in him, but it isn’t very loud. just his inner annoyance coming out with the sheer fact he can’t even explain the issue without sounding crazy.

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

blood sugar s3x magik.

with kenny ( @hyuckarps​ )

suppressing a grimace, kyle manages to flatten his face into a more natural, neutral expression. he leafs through his textbooks, skimming through the last chapters they covered in the classes they shared - study is basically second nature to him now, it takes no time at all for him to refresh his memory on the material. tucked away in the quietest corner of the massive library on campus, he waits for his walking worst nightmare to arrive. 

the last year had led to complete and utter fucking shit insecurities.

kenny, in all honesty, was always the type to hide in on himself, and always had something he felt bad about regarding himself. honestly, everyone kind of knew not to expect anything out of little kenny mccormick. that was what everyone had said until he was around the ripe age of seventeen.

that boy isn’t getting anywhere in life. he’s too stupid for his own good. more often than not, you could at least expect someone to complain about how quiet he was. almost never said word, and if he did, it was mumbled and behind his hands.

but, if there was one thing kenny never had to worry about? that was a date. where he lacked in what people thought were good qualities, he’s never been unattractive. sometimes, kenny didn’t feel so, but he can remember even as a child being told how cute he was.

girls were easy for him. and eventually, guys were too. everyone was equal in sex, kenny liked it all, and shit was he good at it. so, he had it. 

and then, kenny started noticing shit would go awry. it wasn’t always during sex, but he had noticed the worst of it during said act. at some point, he somehow managed to break every window in the house with an orgasm. his parents were so pissed, and within a few months of the first shit happening, he was in some headmasters office. he does fucking amazing, the dude is gasping in awe at his abilities, not enough praise could be said. he’s like, the only kid awarded a scholarship.

and then, suddenly, he can’t do shit. he’s back to hearing all the bullshit about being stupid and talentless. honestly, without his roommate, he probably would have dropped out already. craig was really a life saver. a friend when he really didn’t have any—and fuck, craig was hot. they definitely started fucking. it took months of being at school, but then kenny bagged him and it was amazing, world changing, even.

and then he started realizing.

there was a connection. 

it took some practice before he realized. well, practice said lightly. it took a lot of fucking over a break where neither wanted to see their parents. so they stayed in. and stayed on each other. and pretty soon, kenny was realizing he had control over a lot more shit. at some point, he’d managed to grow craigs hair just by pulling it.

that now, was only two weeks back. no changes happened at school, though. really, what could he do? he couldn’t get himself to any magical shit without a boner and somewhere to stick it, and he couldn’t do that mid class.

so here he was, on his way to meet kyle broflaski or whatever. 

kenny sees him hiding in a corner—just the way he prefers, honestly—and he heads straight for him. “sup,” he says simply, pulling the chair out with what manages to be a coolness and a lameness all at the same time. it tended to be his charm. he plops down, hoodie pulled over his face. “so—i’m shit at this book crap, we’re not gonna just read right? i’m—i like follow it all in class.”

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

down by the bay.

with stan ( @hyuckarps )

it isn’t until stan talks about being with wendyl that he decides a reply is necessary. “yeah? how does that make you feel,” he asks. he doesn’t entirely care what stan feels about wendyl’s coming out - he braces himself for any accidental transphobia that is likely to follow the question - but he does care about why stan is bringing up being with guys. he needs to figure out if stan is gunning for action tonight, because if that’s the case, he needs to shut it down or at least be prepared for any advancements the other might make. they are definitely too trashed to do anything tonight - but he’s observed countless times that that usually doesn’t stop teens in south park.

as an afterthought, he adds, “you know, i always thought you and kyle were a thing. you two sure used to spend a lot of time together.” 

stan stares at craig. drinking in the anger on his face. he is so hot, his mind supplies unhelpfully. he thinks the same thing of other guys, too, though. the raw emotion that comes from anger or annoyance, god. it is really is the easiest way to turn stan on.

almost like he is following the emotion leak out of the other boy, his eyes go down to the clenching fist. in his drunken state, all he can think of is the way he’d kind of get off on the idea of craig punching him right now. or maybe craig punching someone else.

but stan really doesn’t want to look like he is getting too involved in staring, he knows its rude. so he sighs and stares back at the sky when craig questions him about wendyl. he feels so many things about wendyl, but he doesn’t ever know how to talk about them, or with who.

he doesn’t want to say anything wrong, even drunk, and he sighs again, full of emotion this time. “makes me sad... i miss him.” he says finally, turning back to face craig, this time to look him in the eye while picking at grass. “i think i like guys, craig. he was the only.. girl... like person i ever liked... but i liked him better as a guy, too,” he says the last part quietly, plucking a particularly nice piece of grass away from his bed. “how did you know... did you only realize you liked guys when you had tweek? or...before that? did you ever have a crush on anyone before? have you only done stuff with tweek?” he asks.

and almost like craig has become a mind reader, he mentions stan’s childhood crush in a way that stabs him in the heart. “kyle and i were never... i mean, kyle didn’t even—kyle is...” stan struggles to find the words. kyle and stan, inseparable, the best friends, parents who liked to hang out and parents who still would say things like, why don’t you two hang out with each other?

one particularly awful night, not long after their big fight, stan had came down for dinner only to see ike and kyle at his dinner table, and stan had not eaten dinner that night. instead finding kenny and getting so drunk he didn’t need to eat.

everyone in south park had known the second they ended their friendship for real, and it was horrible. “i liked kyle, i think. but we never dated. kyle never seemed gay, he use to go crazy on me for liking gay stuff. so i didn’t ever, say anything. and i don’t know, it made me mad he came out. and suddenly i couldn’t even say faggot, or joke about anything. everything was different because kyle decided it was. but i didn’t and still don’t know how to feel.”

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

night on the town.

with kenny ( @hyuckarps​ )

they make it to the bar still linked together, craig’s arm almost protective around her cinched tight waist as they navigate the crowd. he leans into her automatically as she whispers her drink order. the proximity inspires a soft chill down both his arms. he nods once to let her know he understands what she wants, then turns to the bartender and shouts over the music to be heard. a bud light, a shot of fireball, and a rum and coke for himself.

he takes a sip from his drink - and then he keeps sipping until he’s finished it. he orders himself a second before turning back to her. “i’ve never actually been to a drag event before,” he admits, his smile now fuller than before. “guess you could think of this as you taking my drag virginity tonight. that’s kind of fun.” 

craig is pretty cute, kenny decides. the way he repeats kenny like he really likes what kenny said. “it’s a good thing you found me, then, because i’m pretty easy to get tongue action from. nevermind the fact i found you!” he laughs, flipping the hair on his wig like he’s a real girl getting flirted with, but he looks at craig with big eyes when he speaks next. “damn.. got a real dirty mind on you, fuckin’ dog! i like that one, i’ll totally let you hit it.”

the tiny smirk catches his attention and makes kenny smile in response back. he keeps that smile on his lips when he sees craig pay attention to his legs and pelvis, it was exactly what he wanted, what can he say? kenny noticeably bites his lip, excited look in his eyes as craig keeps talking.

“good thing, because i’m not buying shit tonight. this is like, the night i get shit for free without a five finger discount.” he isn’t scared of being himself for a second, feeling like he is just back at home, talking to a guy he was friends with, but then like a glass shattering, he remembers craig doesn’t even recognize him yet. he starts planning how to tell the other as they walk toward the bar.

ken pauses that though long enough to take the shot, a loud “woo!” after he does so, looking at craig excited by his choice in alcohol before cracking open the bud light and also taking a long swallow of it.

“drag virginity.” kenny says like he is chewing on the words, the smile on craig’s face is very enticing, very kissable. kenny thinks he just might do that kissing thing after he tells craig who he is. “that is fun. i usually like normal virginity taking, but i’ve seen a lot of guys here who it’s their first time at a drag show. did you like it?”

after another long drink or two of his beer, kenny looks at craig incredulously. “do you really not recognize me, man? i kinda thought the voice would give me away, but the fact you still haven’t got it is a little annoying. we’ve only been in the same class since fuckin, pre-k my motherfucker.” he actually is pouting at craig tucker right now, bottom lip jutting out and touching his thighs with utter desperation. “remember me craig tucker, i’m sexy as a boy too!”

[hyuckarps]

↳ GFX : 001. SNS. TITLED: kenny, you bastard.

kenny doesn’t post much on instagram, but showing off your brand new boyfriend is a big deal.

[hyuckarps]

summertime blues.

w kevin ( @sugarpowder )

clyde donovan is not one to enjoy being sentenced to summer school or the like. no, of course he wouldn’t be. especially because this particular summer camp was much worse than even summer school.

his parents had really done it now.

in high school and being forced to attend a camp for stupid people. well, his parents claim is because he has a learning disability, but that doesn’t make anything better in a town like south park. being stupid wasn’t like other disabilities, and clyde would just die if even jimmy was the one to find out.

as clyde throws the duffel bag onto the bottom bunk of one of the beds, he sighs, looking around at some of the other boys. some are still coming in, filling in and choosing their bunk beds and thankfully no one else from anywhere near their high school has came in.

he slams himself onto the bed, not even bothering to start unpacking like most of the boys. he can’t stand that this is where he is supposed spend three weeks of his summer. sure, it was barely a blip in the grand scheme of things, but he and bebe were supposed to have a super sexy summer of super hot sex. not necessarily with just each other, which makes him sigh.

clyde could be missing out on seeing his girlfriend go totally crazy lesbian scissoring cheerleader video on him. all to do math.

he might just kill himself, god. what if bebe made out with lola at a party and he missed it, but all the other guys got to see it?

clyde can already feel the tears start leak up at his eyes at just the idea he could be missing the best chances of his life to see his girl do it with other girls, or—even worse, if she decided to have sex with perfect token or stan, and then he would get broken up with because everyone would remind bebe that she was better than him.

and besides all of that, who is going to want to have sex at a stupid stupid people camp? clyde was going to be stuck to beating it off to playboys once again, and he wouldn’t even get new issues as often as he should, his phone barely works. 

he sniffles, trying not to actually cry hard in front of all the guys here, he really doesn’t need that right now. but, then, suddenly he hears a voice and sits up meet eyes with an all too familiar asian kid asking if he could have the top bunk.

“oh shit, kevin!” clyde says, feeling more tears drop across his face and he quickly goes to wipe his tears. “kevin? you’re here too? but... you’re asian?” he asks, genuinely confused. cartman had told clyde to cheat of kevin multiple times, and the guy liked stuff that smart people normally did. 

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

night on the town.

with craig ( @sugarpowder )

craig gets through the rest of the show but he’s still trying to tame his breathing by the end of it. he notices the queens have come back into the crowd and that blonde princess catches his eye again. he smirks when he notices that he’s being stared at in return.

he finishes his drink and leaves the empty glass at the bar, kicking off the stool and crossing the crowd to her - to him. now that he’s closer, he can definitely see through the illusion of his makeup, the slight peek of blonde hair under the synthetic wig.

“hey,” he says, reaching not for a handshake but to pull the other man in by the waist. “i liked the show. that mouth of yours is pretty talented. got pretty familiar with it, y’know, ‘cause of all the tongue action you gave me.” he laughs a little, not quite nervous but something close to it. “can i buy you a drink?”

kenny shouldn’t be so shocked that craig approaches him. he really, really shouldn’t be. ken has always been considered one of the most attractive guys in town, and honestly, even outside of south park he has that twink look that even though he has that small town kind of handsome, he can still pull even outside of town. but, he doesn’t exactly expect craig to approach him in drag.

yes, he is sure he is fucking amazing in drag. he went to a party dressed up a month back and even clyde—ever so straight—and bebe—also very straight— couldn’t stop telling him how good he looked like that. so he isn’t exactly thinking he isn’t worth approaching its more... craig is so gay, that going within twenty feet of approaching something that looked like a girl seems out of question.

but here he was, slipping a hand across kenny’s waist as if it were free real estate ( it is, and always has been ). ken is kind of turned on by the way craig just grabs him, so he doesn’t actually mind. he’s always had a thing for people just pulling him around. “hey,” he says back, suddenly shy over his voice being too high. for a second he is taken back to the era of his life where he refused to show his face to anyone. his voice has always been high, and being his age with a voice not much deeper than a kids? fuck sometimes it embarrassed him.

“glad i didn’t like just, smother you with bad breath,” he says, laughing stupidly about nothing. but saying stuff like that has always made him feel better when he got even a little nervous. “my mouth is pretty good though, you’re right. i can always give you more tongue action.”

kenny suddenly notices that craig is actually showing emotion in that nasal voice of his, and kenny would almost call it nervousness. “sure you can buy me a drink, it’ll make up for the fact you did stash any cash in my thong!” he pulls at the string and lets it slap back against himself, but the smack of the string is less than a good sound. “man.. that was supposed to be so much hotter. but all the padding kinda... pads the slap.” he ends stupidly, looking back up at craig and wondering once again if craig would start to recognize him from the voice, but he did spend most of their time together as kids hiding his face and muffling his voice, so kenny isn’t sure at all if craig would ever recognize him, and he kinda doesn’t wanna say anything. least.. not yet.

when they walk to the bar—kenny making sure that craig doesn’t move his hand from his waist—he whispers into craig’s ear, getting so close. and, then, just like everything else, he finishes it very unceremoniously. “i want a beer... and a shot somethin’, you choose.”

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

down by the bay.

with stan ( @hyuckarps )

“we were as serious as kids could be,” craig says. “or we tried to be. we knew we were gay before anybody else came out, so it only made sense we tried dating each other. right? and it was fun, when we were younger. shit didn’t really matter back then. we could read comics or watch cartoons and just… be happy. we didn’t have to have deep conversations, or think about the future. we could just be.”

[...]

what he does say is, “well… playground love in primary school is totally fucking different from high school sweethearts territory, not that i need to tell you about that. i think tweek and i both realized early on how different we were from each other, but we thought what we had in common would be enough to keep things good. he’s got bad anxiety, i’ve got bad anger issues. think you can piece together the rest, marsh? i couldn’t do anything without making him feel like shit, and he kept pissing me off. we fought over everything. eventually we ended things. he said he only stayed with me for so long because he was scared of what i would do if he broke up with me sooner. so, yeah. that’s how it went.”

the shattering of the bottle makes stan look up, catching the last of the shatters hit the ground after the impact. he smiles lazily, the drunk kind of lazy that stan has always been. a goofy smile while he just lets things happen. but craig doesn’t do anything. he definitely isn’t a girl crawling over him. he isn’t even ken trying to catch a groping. but the bottle shattering was nice, so it makes stan happy. he likes shit like that.

“shit, yeah.. can’t even imagine coming out that young. must have pissed you off when kenny and kyle came out. making you guys think you were the only one for so long,” he sighs, because its how he feels now. years of struggling with his feelings, and honestly, he still isn’t sure if he is into guys. he wants to kiss craig, sure, and sometimes, he watches gay porn, and he has never liked another girl—okay, so maybe it was obvious to everyone but stan himself. “wendyl coming out... hell, theres even a rumor butters did it with ken. don’t know if it’s true. sometimes kenny just says those things...fucked up. i don’t know, that would all make me angry. especially if none of them hung out with me anymore.”

stan was always scared of losing what little he had left, after losing the last of their childhood with wendyl and him breaking up. first kyle and he had taken it too far one too many times, and then the break up, and then the cherry on top was cartman dating his fucking sister.

he takes a huge drink of his beer, thinking too much.

stan nods along to the musings about the difference between loves, because he knows. he watched the way he and wendy went from him retching every time he looked at her, to them actively making out. and then him watching her make out with token. and then, well, eventually the whole coming out thing. and making out was way nicer. until that ended too and now they didn’t even look at each other because wendyl was friends with kyle.

“i can’t believe he told you that...” he says finally, feeling sad for the other. craig had issues, that was for sure, but everyone leaving him just felt so fucking bummy. token stopped hanging out with craig, and then jimmy, and then finally clyde. tweek was gone the second they broke up, stan thinks back, vaguely. that shit fucking sucks. he wasn’t that bad, stan didn’t think. or maybe that was just his drunk-fueled crush speaking for him. “is he the only guy you’ve ever been with?” he finally breaths out, gulping down the rest of his beer and letting the bottle roll and shatter in a weaker way than craig’s thrust of it.

“wendyl is the only guy i’ve been with,” he laughs, almost sour, but the sourness isn’t at wendyl. more himself. the fear of telling randy when he has already been on his bad side because of fucking art. even his mom gets scary when he thinks too hard. and fuck, cartman would just love to be an ass about him being with dudes. it’s embarrassing how much of a piss baby he is about this stuff.

[hyuckarps]

with craig ( @sugarpowder )

the drive into denver isn’t hard. kenny makes it also weekly now, and even in the beat up old car, he has only hit the dust exactly once. it’s worth it anyway, because the second he steps into the the bar—one bigger and better than ruffian’s. performing back home is cool, but kenny loves something about no one recognizing him.

the dressing room in the bar is bright, pink lockers lining the wall with rainbow stickers everywhere. and it makes kenny feel so happy. by now, he’s got his own special seat at the mirrors, after two years of using a fake id to get in and do shows and meet the other girls.

but, he isn’t one of them yet. dropping his duffel onto the ground, he starts undressing, tucking, and soon he’s pulling on skin colored tights and stuffing padding into them.

before he does more, he stops to apply makeup, painting his eyes bigger, eyebrows smaller and angled, eyelashes applied, and every stroke of the brushes make him feel gorgeous.

then it’s time to actually get dressed, this time he slips into a gown. glittering, but it’s nothing special. a lilac dress that slips down to his feet even in the heels, but a large slit going up to his pelvic bone, the train basically there just to be pretty. if he were a real girl, his whole pussy would be out. but he isn’t, so a simple purple g-string suffices in making him feel like just enough of a whore. it’s basically a corset and a panty, but the dress makes him feel like a princess.

when he pulls the wig on, long and blonde, with tight curls tonight. he only has two wigs, one straight hair, one curly. and tonight, the curls are down and he feels fucking fantastic as he slips into a pair of high heels, white. the last touch is his lips, which he finally decides need to be a shade of pink, dull until he adds a metallic lip gloss over it.

his name in drag is fucking stupid, he is reminded of that every time he is called onto the stage.

welcome princess phallix to the stage!

the song first song he lip syncs to is only two minutes and fifty seven seconds, but he always makes money. a hundred bucks in one song, easily. but tonight he does two songs, and the second one he already has ideas to get extra.

going into the crowd always helps, and goes to a couple guys, even a girl, but he sets his sights onto a guy sitting at the bar, and it isn’t until he is already at the guy that he realizes it’s craig tucker, all the way from their little town. damn, he cant even get stan to come to a show.

knowing him doesn’t deter him, instead of mouthing the words and removing his dumb blue hat to hold against his crotch before shoving it onto craigs.

he wanna get in my guts, licking my clit till i nut, kenny gets close to craig’s face and pretends to lick his cheek before pulling back excited, basically hopping along to the beat of the song, sucking and making you uh! he bouta bust! he can’t resist the urge to pretend to jerk off and come onto craig, never giving up the opportunity to be a dirty son of a bitch. with that he leaves to another patron, feeling dolars being hung into the g-string as he passes hands.

the song eventually ends and he collects the cash before going backstage to stash it before he returns to the floor, looking for the guys that will inevitably wanna buy him a drink. he catches eyes with craig again though, and smiles at the other, not even sure if recognizes him. it’s not like its surprising for either of them to be here. but craig hasn’t really seen kenny be like this.

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

down by the bay.

with stan ( @hyuckarps )

“i haven’t gotten into it with anyone before,” he says, because it’s the truth. “nobody really likes hearing about couples when they’re together, and they tolerate hearing about couples when they split. there’s a honeymoon period for breakups, you know. when everyone excuses the ice cream and sweatpants and feels sorry for you. but after a while, if you’re still hung up on the whole thing, people just get tired of it all and stop asking about you. i skipped my own breakup honeymoon, and by the time i realized i’d fucked up and felt bad, i missed my window. so i just… never talked about it. i’ll kill you if you tell anyone else what i tell you tonight. got it?”

he’s able to finally get the intonation of a question right on the very tail-end of his ending phrase - and it paints the whole rant in a completely different light. it sounds like he’s setting himself up to get really vulnerable with stan. craig doesn’t even know if that’s possible, but now the build up is there - and he’s oddly struck with the thought that he doesn’t want to disappoint a guy like stan. stan’s always been in touch with his feelings, what’s he going to think when craig really, really isn’t?

“i’m not kiddin’.” stan laughs slightly, staring at craig like he needed to be watching him. “i dunno, i like the...way you’re just here and you. im into the way i can just sit with you. talk if i want to, be quiet if i don’t. you’re quaint.. or whatever, like a perfect paintin’.”

it is pitiful the way craig sipping off the same bottle makes images swirl in stan’s head. images of their lips colliding, beer breath swallowed down with moans because they are just that good at what they’re doing, or maybe just that drunk. drunk kisses were hot in a way sober ones never were, stan thought.

but he shouldn’t be thinking about drunk kissing craig tucker. that was fucked up, or at the very least, weird. especially when he was talking about his ex boyfriend.

stan reminds himself to listen—because drunk brains forget sometimes. “yeah, i hear you. after wendyl and i broke up, no one really wanted to hear me cry about another breakup.” theres still some feeling when he says the name, because wendy is still the only girl he’s ever liked, and hell he was the first guy he ever liked too. stan didn’t really understand it, so maybe that feeling slips out when he says the name. "so i’d never tell anyone anything you say, man.” he assures, looking at him with honest eyes.

but he wants to ask a lot more questions. ones that didn’t necessarily feel like he was allowed to ask. morbid curiosity was never stan’s thing, but suddenly he wants to pry open craig and look right into him.

something tells him the other boy might not mind that. but the other half of him tells him he is asking for a black eye from the guy by wanting to ask some of the shit that is hiding in his mind.

maybe he can ask when they are both drunker.

so for now, he settles on more appropriate questions. ones that aren’t specific or prying too deep, and instead just wondering on the surface of things. “why did you guys break up... i mean was it bad? how serious even were you guys? i can’t even imagine dating tweek.”

[hyuckarps]

sugarpowder​:

down by the bay.

with stan ( @hyuckarps )

“so,” he says in his typical nasal tone. “stan. what are you doing, hanging out with the local reject. don’t you have friends.” they’re all supposed to be questions, but they come out flatter than earth.

he hits the bottle in hand again, close to finishing it off. he scrunches his nose at the end of the swallow, then gives a loud snuffle against the cold - his nose is going pink with the brisk night air. he notices stan’s finished with his own, and he juts at it with his chin.

“you want another one of those.” again, it’s supposed to be a question - but because of his intonation, it sounds like more of an order, like stan doesn’t really have a choice in the matter when it comes to what he wants tonight.

stan was never a fast drinker. he would nurse a bottle between his hands for as long as he could stand it. he shouldn’t even really be drinking, not with his dad’s issues. and stan was a lot like randy in the way he couldn’t stop at just one. or two. or three. the only difference was stan liked to sad drink and the alcohol helped him drown in that feeling.

besides, in little south park, there was nothing to do on a night like tonight other than drink like this or drink at a party.

parties could be fun, too, at least, especially when kenny dressed up like a girl and pulled him in close when a song sounded sexy. he would dance on stan, and it was gay and stupid, but it was like nobody cared when it was kenny doing that shit.

a deep part of stan reminds him that it is because no one really cares about ken. a worse part of stan reminds him that even he doesn’t care that much about kenny.

stan cares about some people. like wendy—or, well, wendell. he still kinda wishes he could be with him. and kyle, well, you had to care to be so angry at something. his family.

and he feels something for craig tucker right now. nasal voice sounding cute in the beginnings of drunkenness, and the way he falls onto the ground catches stan’s attention. the other is definitely one of the hottest gay guys in their grade, with only kenny and kyle trailing behind. tweek was never really stan’s type.

it makes stan wonder if craig ever thought of tweek. he’s never asked about them, or anything about craig’s life. he can’t tell if he didn’t care before now or if he was too scared to care. finally, though, he comes out of his thoughts. “huh—oh, yeah i got friends. i just don’t wanna be crawled all over by girls at a party or somethin’, man. you’re more fun.”

stan looks between the bottle and craig’s cute pink nose, sighing and falling back onto the cold ground. “yeah i want another one.”

and then, without missing a beat, “craig, what happened with you and tweek.” he asks, voice casual.