(Possible TW: cussing, mention of substance)
(Mostly wholesome but there is a very brief spice scene for y'all)
_________________________________________I remember it was late at night. It was my first night alone in my apartment, my first night away from home. I couldn't sleep, I felt weird and out of place. I still didn't have my license, Kenny was helping me get my hours for my permit. I decided to call him. I had to get nightime hours anyway.
"Hey Ken, I didn't wake you up did I? Oh, alright, can you pick me up? Yeah, I'm having a hard time adjusting. Okay, see you then." I dressed myself up in casual clothes, throwing on a hoodie and waiting by the door. I watched as his beat up truck pulled up, and made my way to him. "Hey Butt." I sigh heavily, "I told you to stop calling me that..." He gives me a smile, the gap between his front teeth prominent.
His hair is unkempt and messy, per usual. "Sorry, bad habit. Hop in." I make my way to the car door, ignoring the squeal it gives as I pull it open. "Is this thing even street legal?" He simply hums, not giving me a real answer. "First night in your own place, huh?" I nod in the darkness, but he catches it. "I was relieved my first night out. Felt free for the first time ever."
"That's because your house was a prison." "Wasn't yours, too?" His voice is a little icy, defensive. I mumble an apology, but feel his hand brush against mine as he backs the truck up, driving off. "Where do you wanna drive to?" He glances at me for a moment as he asks. "I'm not sure...through town?" "Town? Okay then I guess." He drives until he reaches a good spot to pull over.
However, he doesn't move from his seat. "Butters...Leo?" My heart flutters as he says my first name. "Y-yeah?" He leans back in his seat slightly, the starts shinning through the windshield, "I think I've been in love with you since we were kids." The suddenness makes me gasp, my face becomes red. What do I even say to that? "Seriously?" Kenny doesn't speak for a while, he just gazes at the sky.
"Ken?" He turns his head, "Hm?" "I've liked you for a while too. Since high-school, actually." I feel his hand wrap around mine, they're surprisingly cold. "I think I'm only telling you this because I'm high." Kenny chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. He had done this often when he became embarrassed or emotional.
"You probably shouldn't drive high, Ken." He sighs, looking out of the windshield at the vast emptiness, the starts and moon lighting his face dimly. "It's not like I have much to live for these days, Leo. I mean fuck, I never really did. I stayed for Karen and my brother, but children's services took them away."
I look down at my lap as his voice cracks and breaks off. "I've wasted my entire life in this shitty town. Didn't even graduate high-school. I'm a loser." I peek up at him through my blade eyelashes, forcing a smile, "You are a loser, but I've always liked that about you. Made me feel less alone, like I at least had someone in this world."
He looks at me, a look of pure awe on his pretty face, and suddenly he's leaning in. His breath is hot, and his eyes close, and all at once he's kissing me and pulling me onto his lap. My face heats up with blush, but I don't stop him, no, how could I ever? This is all I've ever wanted, the Kenny Mccormick experience. It's deeper than just lust though, I really have been in love with him.
His hands scoop my ass, making me moan against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. And then he stops, and caresses my face, his eyes searching mine. "Leo, I can't. Not like this, I wanna be sober. I wanna remember, for the first time in my life, I want something to be meaningful." He kisses my cheek, the tip of my nose, my jawline, and gives me a soft kiss on the lips.
"I want it to be meaningful because you're meaningful, Butters." I smile, and return a gentle kiss, "You wanna head back home?" He smiles, his eyebrows drawing together, "Home?" I nod, leaning my head on his shoulder, "Move in with me?" He chuckles, his arms wrapping around me, "Okay, we'll get my things tomorrow." It didn't have to be spoken aloud, I knew he was mine from that day on.
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Fanfiction(ALL CHARACTERS HAVE BEEN AGED UP TO 18+!) This is my first ever published fanfic. This story has sexual content, violence, cussing, angst, etc. Themes such as abuse, self-harm, drugs, suicide, and other triggering things may be present. I didn't se...