86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

15

(Day 457)

"You've seriously never tried this?"

"No! It looks fucking ridiculous, and I only have one damn liver, Ken!"

"C'mon! It's my birthday, Stanley!"

Stan stared at the Jagerbomb in front of him, shuddering at how large this one drink was. Kenny explained to him that people usually chug the whole drink because the red bull gives it an extra kick, but he couldn't stop imagining how easily he could embarrass himself.

However, it was in fact Kenny's 21st birthday, and he chose to hang out with Stan and Kyle of all people. He raised it off the counter slightly, clinking the glass with an awaiting Kenny: "Alright, fine, you win. If you make yourself throw up on your birthday, just remember I tried to stop you!"

Kenny rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah - ain't no stoppin' me from getting fucked up today, Stanley!"

And, down the hatch that horrible drink went. Stan shuddered, but was proud that he managed to not gag. It wasn't as impressive as Kenny though, as he took it like a shot of water.

Somehow, it was incredibly hot.

Stan realized he was smirking. Not many people would know this about him, but that was always a tell for when he really liked someone. Dirty thoughts ran rampant, creating a sly little smirk that he couldn't hide. Obviously, it was a problem around Kenny. He needed to shake off the tension only in his mind.

Kyle had been nice enough to offer to run to the store to grab food for their night; Stan made a mental note to thank him later, he knew he did it on purpose. Since the other night at Clyde's, Stan hadn't shut up about Kenny. Now, he considered that maybe Kyle just didn't want to deal with his blatant self-destruction.

Dude! Shut up! Stan pinched his thigh, spurring him to stop staring at an unaware Kenny. It's his birthday, don't make it about your fuck ass feelings!

While he started on rolling a thick joint happily, Stan decided he had to mess with some music. If he kept standing there watching Kenny roll a joint, licking the paper to get it finalized ever so gently - he was pretty sure he'd explode. Everything Kenny did was hot, it was fucking annoying.

God, I am such a horny motherfucker! Stan chuckled at the thought. If he was going to be dramatic, the least he could do was laugh about it. Kenny heard him though, and snapped his attention away from the joint. Stan ignored the eyes burning into the side of his face as he searched through his music for something cool to play. He'd be damned if he played shitty music.

But, when he finally landed on something, and turned back towards Kenny, he found that the other had spawned behind him somehow. The music must've been too loud because Stan didn't hear a single step. He hesitated, unsure of why Kenny was a little closer than usual.

"Ready?" Kenny presented the joint, a crooked grin stealing the show.

Stan hummed an answer, and stepped around to beat him outside to their smaller patio. Clyde's was nicer, he couldn't deny, but at least theirs had a better view; unlike the other patio, looking down at the town, Stan and Kyle's view was peaceful. Their apartment was at the back of the building, giving them a forest to look out to. Given that it was March, the view wasn't as impressive as it usually was.

Kenny seemed to like it. He leaned on the balcony, absorbing the scene before them. Stan thought the view of him was much more pleasing, however, and took the opportunity to study him. Everything about Kenny was attractive to Stan, everything. From the way he walked, to the way he dressed - Stan didn't care that he was a little bit of a mess, it actually made him love him even more. Despite the intense physical attraction, Stan loved his goofy laugh, and his witty intelligence most of all.