86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

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A/N: Oops lil bit of smut in this chapter!! Very vague though lol

(Day 581 Pt.1)

The emptiness of Kenny's bed awoke him like a nightmare - Stan shot up out of a dead sleep as soon as he felt the cold.

Did he leave? The fear crept back in, a million possibilities knocking against his temple, screaming repeatedly how Kenny would never think he was good enough. But, Stan took a deep breath, and tapped into his senses instead.

He smelled the bacon now, the pleasant smell spiraled up the staircase, and under the door to coax him out of bed. Stan smiled like it was something he'd been doing his whole life, yet, this was a new feeling, a new experience. His smile only grew further when he realized it was still somewhat dark, which meant they had plenty of time together.

Actually, Stan considered, it didn't have to end this time. There were no interruptions, no questions, and no uncertainty - it was just Stan and Kenny.

Keeping the dream he never thought possible going, Stan walked down the stairs, and rounded the small corner to the kitchen, finding Kenny in just a pair of sweatpants, humming and cooking freely. He was in his own little world, absorbed in whatever was playing on his headphones by the way he stepped to a beat around the room.

Approaching him carefully, Stan snaked his arms around his torso, hands clasping right around the most attractive hips he'd ever seen. He sprinkled the shoulder closest to his lips with small kisses. God, he'd probably never get used to this.

"Morning!" Kenny said with cheerful surprise as he took his headphones out, and engulfed Stan in a hug like they hadn't seen each other in days. "Oh, guess it's, like, three in the morning, but that counts! How are you? You sleep okay?"

Stan beamed. "I'm good - oh, so good morning - and your bed is pretty comfy. Might have to sleep over a lot more!"

Even now, Stan blushed as Kenny scanned his face, a devious sparkle present in those dark blues. "Told you we'd have plenty of time, Stanley"

Remembering the fact that he didn't get to continue with Kenny's pleasure, Stan huffed: "We better, or I'll get fucking grumpy!"

"Aw, you get grumpy from no sex? That's cute!"

He glared. "Dude, shut up! It won't be cute when I pick a fight just for some angry sex.."

Kenny lifted an eyebrow at this, abandoning his attempts at cooking. The bacon was mostly done, anyway. "Well, that'd be more along the lines of very hot." He shook his head endearingly: "Damnit, Stanley, you are constantly tempting, huh?"

Stan shrugged, nibbling his bottom lip in an attempt to appear innocent. "Mm, I don't see it. What am I doing to tempt you?"

He towered over Stan again, easily backing him against the counter until his arms were on either side of him. Kenny liked to trap him, especially when he insisted on uttering dirty things in his ear: "Everything. Mm, from the way that you keep biting on those lips you know are mine, to the way you-"

Although he had been the one to start with the taunting, Stan couldn't handle much of it from Kenny; the other immediately agreed, their greedy moans already filling the kitchen with ease. It was so natural now, letting go had done wonders for Stan's confidence.

"Upstairs." Kenny demanded with a squeeze of his hands around Stan's waist, unable to contain himself anymore. "I need you."

Stan didn't hesitate for a moment to race Kenny back to the room, stumbling against the half closed door as the other couldn't keep his hands away from his hips. They could barely make it to the bed as Kenny was now as desperate as Stan was just a few hours before, squirming and groaning in frustration at the teasing. His rough hands grasped every part of him dominantly - Stan was under his complete control.