86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

26

(Day 531)

Stan never thought he'd be capable of being so damn happy. Waking up to Kenny snoring in bed with him, quickly changed his mind; how could he not be ecstatic just to exist?

Kenny's arm was wrapped protectively around his chest also, almost as if he was afraid some time in the middle of the night that he'd disappear. And, all Stan could do was smile like a psychopath. This was truly real - Kenny loved him, too. It didn't matter that he had about a billion questions as to why it took them almost two years to make this happen, but Stan was trying to live in the moment. He knew it'd be a bit more complicated than just admitting their feelings. Kenny was worth every bit of frustration, always.

"Stanley.." Kenny mumbled against the back of his neck, planting a small kiss on the exposed skin. "You're wiggling around a lot."

His deep, groggy morning voice had Stan immediately suppressing a groan - something that just erupted out of him whenever Kenny simply touched him, also - and he decided to wiggle around some more: "Oh, oops. Sorry, Ken."

Chuckling where he still had his face hidden from the light, Kenny snaked his arms a little lower so that they were around Stan's waist. "Hm, I dunno how, but you could really get me going again.. Fuck, we have to work soon though, don't we? Ugh! I don't want to deal with that shit!"

Reality popped their bubble before either of them were ready. Instead of acknowledging outside life, Stan shrugged, and turned in Kenny's arm, desperate to finally see his face. No matter what, every time he found those dark blues again, his mind stuttered for a second: "I- Um, doesn't matter." He continued to push Kenny gently on his back, and slid down from his chest to his hips with frantic kisses. "Just relax. This is how I always wanted to say good morning to you.."

It was another twenty minutes before they managed to pull themselves together enough for a shower. After about three rounds of pent up desire, Stan was feeling like he reeked of sex. While he wouldn't have minded bragging to everyone in the damn world about the fact that he had sex with Kenny McCormick, he also wanted to stay in their bubble. This would be the only period of time where things were private between them - something about that was incredibly exhilarating.

While it was hard to behave completely in the shower, Stan managed to keep both of them at bay. He might've gotten a little distracted by the fact that Kenny was absolutely covered in hickies, from his neck, all the way down to his thighs; there would be no use in trying to hide it for long. Kenny seemed elated by the marks covering his body too, and it was difficult to ignore how hot he found it.

Stan was also stunned to silence by how attractive Kenny truly was. Of course, he found everything about the other attractive, but with the new sides of him that he'd seen, Stan was just finding him more, and more handsome, and hot. Too hot almost. It was overwhelming.

He watched him again as they got dressed. Kenny was still smiling too, a twinkle consistently in his eye with every move he made. When he caught Stan staring (instead of getting dressed, so that was also distracting), he tilted his head to the side innocently:

"Stanley, you're staring at me."

"I never want to stop." He could tell the truth now, and that felt fucking good. Stan couldn't stop smiling, either. "You're so fucking hot! How am I supposed to focus at work?"

Finally finishing his work attire with the placement of his hat, Kenny stole a quick kiss before he stepped back to watch Stan get dressed. He shrugged, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes: "I'm gonna tell you right now, I will not be able to focus on work with you walking around. There's so many rooms in the back that have locks, it would be hard for anyone to hear us.. Hm, just some stuff I'll be thinking about all night."