86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

21

(Day 515)

Stan awoke to his own hyperventilating. The room was pitch black as he looked around for any speck of reality - the nightmare quickly faded as his eyes caught starlight twirling in through the blinds.

Of course, he forgot that Kenny was there, too. On the floor, under the window Stan's eyes had been immediately drawn to, he sat up before the other could even register the nightmare. Alert from a dead sleep, Kenny didn't wait for his gaze to fixate on anything as he pushed himself up, and stumbled over to the bed where Stan was still shuddering. He must've been louder than he realized.

"Stan?" Kenny's sleepy, confused voice came closer while his figure swallowed the rest of the light in the room. He creaked open his eyes, a glimmer of consciousness reaching out with concern: "You.. okay?"

Breathing steadily to hide his anxiety attack, Stan tried to turn away from him. "Y-Yeah. Nightmare.."

Kenny hummed, his eyes slipping closed for a moment again. "Not cool. Move over."

"What?"

Not repeating himself, Kenny settled next to Stan on the bed. Stan didn't really blame him, he knew the floor was uncomfortable as hell, but there was absolutely no way Stan would get any sleep with Kenny so close to him. He was convinced he was just reliving a nightmare.

The soft snores erupting immediately from the blonde next to him made Stan smile a little, though. He couldn't remember the last time he slept next to another human being; his lack of human connection was gnawing at him as he stared down at Kenny's peaceful form.

He wished they could hug again.

It was a while before Stan realized he was watching Kenny sleep. He didn't mean to be creepy, he was just captivated by the serenity sleep presented. It didn't hurt that Kenny was hot - or it did, it just depended on the moment. Stan didn't know anything anymore, he was going crazy.

And yet, he still continued to watch Kenny sleep.

He was drooling now too, soaking the pillow unknowingly. It made Stan chuckle, who knew he'd find drooling so endearing?

In an instant, Kenny stopped snoring, and grabbed at the nearest thing to him: Stan. Holy shit! He was trapped by the wall now as he tried to wiggle away from Kenny's insistent grasps around his waist; he figured he was used to sleeping with Tammy, but it still flustered him. Too late to get to the floor, Stan was pinned to the wall as Kenny took up the entire bed.

So, no sleep for me, huh? There was nowhere to look except only at Kenny. It made so many things uncomfortable, Stan wanted to die. Seriously, in that moment, Stan would've happily given up his soul to not be trapped between a wall, and the guy he was in love with. This was a different kind of torture that only the devil could think up, Stan was convinced.

Despite the impending doom, his eyes started to fight him for sleep. Stan knew he was being fucking creepy, but he just couldn't seem to tear himself away from looking at Kenny either. There were too many things to love. It was blindsiding how every second that passed, Stan found more, little things to adore about him.

"Stanley.." A mumble fell from Kenny's lips as he shifted, his eyes still closed. "You're.. staring at me."

Realizing that this wasn't sleep talk, Stan's eyes went wide. Even in the dark, he felt like Kenny knew everything swirling in his mind. "I-I, well, you do have me trapped over here, Ken."

It was smooth, he could admit, since it was true, and it only made Kenny chuckle: "Just shove me outta your space, man. I won't fight you. Maybe."

"You're too heavy."