South Park X Reader

Chapter 16: Yaoi!

(This contains my first Yaoi scene; you have been warned! xo)

As you take a drag of your cigarette you listen to the sound of Kenny's uneven breathing. Your life has gone by in a daze, all you feel is sadness. Sure there's a little happiness from Kenny but other than him you feel no hint of happiness in your life. "Come on, let's do something." He says, looking over at you blow "o's" with your cigarette smoke. "Like what?" You laugh. "Well, Cartman just tweeted; I'm gonna kick ass tonight at the race!!! Everyone come down to the track!" He reads the tweet. "He's going into a fucking drag race!" He laughs. He looks adorable when he's happy. "Alright. Let's go." You say.

You stand up, pulling on a pair of sweats and Kenny's old leather jacket. You pull your knotted hair into a ponytail and stomp your feet into your sneakers. "You look smokin'" He says, kissing your neck. He wears loose jeans, a white shirt and his newer leather jacket. "So do you." You laugh.

Kenny drives his mom's shitty car to the race track just on the outskirts of town. When you get there you see tons of people you know and ome ou don't. Thehype ofthe race is amazing. Everyone is drinking and smokingand wearing leather and denim. You feel like you're on the set of footloose. The greaser style suits the small mountain town. As you walk down the hill to the group of kids from the high school, you see that everyone is dressed the same. "Do you guys do this often? Is it like a monthly thing or something?" You ask him and he nods. "Hey, should we hold hands?" He asks with a smirk. I smile at him and roll my eyes. "Sure." You say and he laces his fingers with yours.

"Hey dudes." Cartman says, scanning you and kenny up and down as you approach. "Hey." You say, You like cartman even though he's an asshole. "Hey." Kyle mutters, Stan stays quiet. Cartman looks funny in his raceuniform. He must do it every month. Kyle and Stan are wearing outfits that are nearly identical to Kenny's. "I gotta go, I'll see you guys after I kick fucking ass." He says. "Good luck!" You smile.

Kenny sits on the hood of the car that Stan and Kyle are leaning against. You stand by yourself awkwardly not knowing you you should lean against Ken. "C'mere." He saysquietly, pulling your arm nearer to him. You catch Kyle's glance but quickly look away. Stan lays his head on Kyle's shoulder. Are they a thing?

Kenny plays with your hair and you watchas people walk by you and the racers prepare. "Yo." You hear Token's deep voice from behind you. "Hey." You smile. You feel awfully satisfied with going out tonight. "Are you excited?" You ask him as he leans on the car next to you, you recognize it, it's Clyde's car. "Yeah, these are always fun." He answers. "Hey." Token says into his phone after it rings. "Yeah, bring two extras,Ken and (y/n) decided to finally show up." He laughs and you smile.

A minute later Craig comes with fur red cups in his hands. "Here." He says, handing you and Kenny both one. "Thank you." You smile. You sip the drink as Kenny plays with your hair. "Where's clyde?" You ask without thinking. Token points to the track and you see Clyde getting ready to race with Cartman. "Oh my god." You laugh.

After the race begins you lose interest, paying more attention to the feeling of kenny's fingers in your hair and the smell of gas in the cool air of Colorado. "This is nice." You say with your eyes closed. Kenny leans your head back and runs his fingers up your neck, the feeling is calm and almost romantic, rather than sensual and exciting; the way he usually is. "You seem relaxed." He smiles down at you. "I am." You say, your eyes locking onto his blue ones.

"Come on Clyde!" You hear Token shout. You look up and see clydes car coming up on Cartmans. "Go Cartman." You say quietly. "You're rooting for Cartman?" Kyle surprises you by asking. You nod slowly, wondering why he's talking to you. "Why?" He asks. "Because I like Cartman, he's a psychopath and no one even realized how bad he is. It's amazing." You answer honestly, looking down at your lap where kennys hands have wrapped around your waist and you play with the fur on his black mittens. "Weird analogy." He says, looking back at the race. You nearly expect your heart to warm at his smart vocabulary, but it doesn't. You've done exactly what you wanted, you've made yourself numb to the pain.