86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

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A/N: Soooo... there's some light smut, not very good at writing it, but I gave it a try!

(Day 530 Pt.2)

Stan couldn't stop laughing. Is he fucking with me?! "Dude, look, you don't have to lie to get in my pants!"

The long sigh and head shake Kenny responded with answered the assumption enough, but lacked the impact of his next words: "I wouldn't lie about something like that, Stan." Kenny's jaw was set with seriousness as the other stopped his sarcastic laughter. "I-I know that I probably shouldn't have said that.. Actually, can we just forget about it?"

Backtracking everything in his head, Stan nearly fainted. Shit, does he mean forget all of it?! No, no.. but I clearly made him feel like shit! God, why do I deflect with jokes?!

"..No." Stan fought the urge to hide, and instead, wrapped his arms around Kenny's waist. "Sorry, Ken."

"For what?"

"Being fucking awkward."

"But, it's just so darn cute!" Kenny squeezed him a little harder, chuckling at the spill of his own accent. "Remember when I said, 'stop overthinking, you hot, idiot'? Meant it."

"Sorry, I only heard you say that I was hot, can you repeat it again?" Stan teased, a cheeky smile exploding onto the scene. It was impossible to get tired of hearing that from Kenny.

And, Kenny was up for continuing their little dance with tension; he placed his hands on either side of the counter, leaning as far into Stan as he could as he ghosted their lips together. "I said that you are incredibly hot, so much so that I've had a consistent problem this entire time. But, ya know, if you wanna think about that more.."

Absolutely not. Stan closed the gap between them again, hungrily sharing energy without wasting another moment. He could hear things clanging behind them on the counter, and god, it made him chuckle. Not only was he caught up in the sensation of it all - if Kenny McCormick's hands were slowly trailing down to anyone's pants he swore they would be shaking like this, too - he also couldn't stop fighting for more.

Never did he expect Kenny to suddenly lift him like he was nothing, and set him on the counter like a damn present. The way that he looked up at Stan, too? Those eyes that pleaded to give him everything he could ever want didn't waiver. The dark blues were coated with a type of sexuality Stan had never experienced.

And, that was when he realized he had no idea what he was doing. Stan had a decent notion of what to do, but Kenny was apparently born a sex-God, not hesitating for a moment to just be.

He was right before, the overthinking would ruin every moment.

Stan gnawed on his bottom lip nervously as Kenny kissed and bit at exposed skin on his neck, while strong, rough hands held down the other to the counter. Before tonight, Stan never knew how much he needed someone who liked to take control. It was the kind of thing that had him moaning, and squirming already.

Pleased with his reactions, Kenny chuckled mischievously against his skin. "Mm, you are so awesome."

Unintentionally bucking his hips slightly, Stan knew his face was enveloped in red - Kenny had him right where he wanted him. "Um, w-why do you say that?"

"Well," Kenny stopped to pretend to think. Tease. "You are just everything I've ever wanted, and needed."

His eyes were wide open again. Stan couldn't fight the electricity pulsating through his nerves anymore with the words that Kenny uttered. The more Kenny showed him the truth, the more Stan wanted to reveal his own.