South Park: BUT HORNIER (One-shots)

Bunny #1 (pt. 2): $60 Cash

Pairing: Butters (bottom) x Kenny (top)
Synopsis: After enjoying their previous encounter, Butters goes to Kenny for a new favor.
Words: 1,400+

** Bold marks when the smut begins.

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It's been about a week since their encounter, but nothing has changed. Butters had seen Kenny a few times, around school, and when he'd given him an awkward ride to the bank one afternoon.

Each time, Butters had been a mess, hundreds of emotions and thoughts surging through his brain. He had been waiting on a reaction from Kenny, expecting him to be grossed out, offended, hurt, something.

But he said nothing and had shown no sign of being remotely fazed by what had happened. And, somehow, that bothered and confused Butters even more.

"Considering my reputation for doing anything, you're not the first guy to ask..." Each time those words repeated in his mind, Butters felt his throat tighten involuntarily.

While walking to his classes, he'd catch himself stealing glances at the other students. At the other boys, wondering about where their hands had been...

Butters would shudder, eyeing Cartman eating chips by the vending machine. He could imagine, in one of his tantrums, Cartman offering Kenny money he couldn't refuse to do things. Just out of spite, even.

Or he'd see Tweek and Craig making out against the wall outside, like always, and wonder if either had hooked up with Kenny on one of their breaks.

The worst was one morning when he'd randomly remembered seeing Kenny leaving the bathroom months before. It stood out to him at the time because his hood had been down, showing his disheveled blonde hair, and when Butters had tried to greet him, he walked away quickly with an embarrassed look.

Inside the bathroom, Clyde had been washing his hands with a huge smirk. The sudden, dawning realization of what he'd seen had made Butters leap up from his desk in Physics and make a mad dash out into the hall. He'd heaved his lunch into a trashcan.

Of course, he'd heard rumors of Kenny's.. "services" before, that's what encouraged Butters to go to him. But it had never upset him so terribly until now. Something had shifted inside of him, messing with his feelings. And it seemed triggered the second Kenny's lips had touched his own...

Aside from the jealous worries that hounded his thoughts during the day, other things consumed him at night. He'd never been one to self-pleasure often, but now he couldn't resist the incessant need that came over him.

As soon as he slipped his eyes closed, images would flood his brain. Dirty blonde hair, a gap-toothed smile, steady hands, a warm mouth, a wet tongue. Memories and imagination combined until he couldn't settle for the night unless he released first.

Slowly, night by night, his thoughts tip-toed further and further away from just blow-jobs... Tan hips rolling against his own, stomach muscles palpitating along with the movements, a defined v-line.. Kenny's lips parted in soft moans.

Finally, he decided he'd had enough one morning, waking in "creamed" boxers again.

Opening his flip-phone, he starts anxiously tapping buttons.

Butters: Heyy, buddy :-)

Ken: wat's up butters 🌞

Butters: Oh, nothing much! I'm making some tea.

Butters: How are you doing?

Ken: alive playin mario kart wit kahl

Butters: Haha, he'd hate it if he heard you use that nickname.