South Park Oneshots

Brains and Muscle - Sclyde

Cw - drinking, enby Scott, smut, sub/brat-dom dynamics at first, brief choking, praise, scratching (mention of blood related to it)
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Requested by imissmybffsadly

Scott wasn't sure how they ended up at the biggest party of the year. That was a lie; they knew it was because Kenny dragged them along. The blond claimed that they "needed to socialize more". Scott thought that was a load of shit, but they didn't have much of a choice in the matter. It was either go with Kenny, or study, and they did enough studying for three students together, so they supposed the short break wouldn't do anything terrible to their grades.

Whatever, they deserved to relax, especially after doing nothing but striving for perfect academics their entire life. They decided to start the night with a red solo cup with random mixed drinks. It may not have been the smartest or safest option, but this had been a long time coming. This was the third party they'd attended in their twenty-four years that wasn't for a birthday, so they were going to absorb every exhilarating, risky detail of the night.

They only drank the one cup; whoever made the crazy concoctions had to have been wasted, because even Scott knew cheap beer and vodka should not be mixed together. It took two sips for them to regret their choice, so they passed it on to Kenny, who gulped it down as if it were a shot and resumed making out with a random guy.

This party is a waste; if I can't enjoy the alcohol, why bother staying? They thought, sitting down on the unoccupied couch. The point of attending was to stay away from their couch potato habits, and they still ended up alone on a couch. They sighed softly with disappointment, placing an elbow on their knees and rested their face against their fist.

They felt the couch cushion sink in next to them, so they glanced up long enough to figure out who was trying to socialize. It was Clyde Donovan, the party's host, and one of the worst football players on their college's team. Scott knew nothing about football, but they could still see that Clyde genuinely sucked at his supposed "specialty". How he managed to get a full ride scholarship, Scott would never know.

"Hey man, how've you been? Haven't seen you around here lately." Clyde grinned, his voice full of smiles and aloofness. Scott glanced away, rolling their eyes.

"Clyde, you know I don't like being called 'man'. Not even because of my identity; it is genuinely a distasteful nickname to me." They huffed, their boring night becoming one of annoyance.

"Right, sorry, I forget sometimes. We both know I didn't get here because I'm smart." Clyde's grin faltered momentarily, sparking a hint of worry in Scott's chest, but as quickly as the sorrow appeared, it was gone again, replaced with a new, chivalrous smile.

"You aren't stupid Clyde, you just need some reminding." Scott chortled. Most would think their laugh was annoying, but not Clyde. Something about the gross chuckle was unconventionally attractive to him.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Anyway, what brings you out of your books? Normally you refuse to part with your studies." Clyde pretended to yawn, stretching his arms up and away from his body, gracefully slinking one around Scott's toned shoulders. That was another thing Clyde enjoyed; Scott's sleeper build. To most, they looked thin and lithe, but underneath their clothes was smooth, lean muscle.

"The hoodrat that is Kenny." Scott responded nonchalantly, although they couldn't help the blooming desire for affection that formed in their chest. Something they enjoyed when it came to conversing with Clyde was the unnecessary step of censoring themself or their tone; Clyde was unabashedly genuine, and Scott couldn't help but copy the behavior when they were around each other.