It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Ike: Finally Alone

*triggerwarning*

"It's  not like I care, but... What's  wrong? "He deadpanned at the tear dried Ike who was now just staring at the floor.

"I love you."

The goth took a step back, Ike was still staring at the floor. "What the hell d-did you say?"He blushed.

"I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, Firkle." He never once looked up to look Firkle in the face, the misery was still overwhelming him. He didn't want him to see his crying face, he didn't  want the pity.

"Okay, what's wrong?" He sat down next to the still standing Ike who wore an empty expression.
"You're  the first person, I ever had to tell about my dad..." Firkle felt his gut wrench.
"Well, I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't immediately know, conformist." Ike smiled finally looking up.

"That's  why I love you. I like your small world. It's  not as complicated, it's  dark, but it's cozy. I just want to be part of that world again Firkle, please." He looked at Firkle with pleading eyes his lip quivering as if he'd burst into tears again.

"I told you I'm  not ready to be displayed to the world as the gay kid... That  I'm too selfish to share your world with my world... That I don't  want you on the market for anyone... I told you every embarrassing fear and you just stared at me and laughed silently with that smirk... I love you and I can't imagine you on the market for anyone except," he sat next to him and placed a cold hand onto Firkle's burning red cheek. 

His mouth was breathing into his ear. Ike could just lean forward and kiss him. A chill was sent down Firkle's spine as Ike so seductively whispered, "Me."

Firkle had felt what was under his boyfriend's  shirt, he had seen it in his conformist dreams, but this was the first time he had seen him shirtless in real life.

Ike's  warm lips were pressing against his, his tongue skimming the goth's  lips, begging for an entrance. But, Ike had long gotten used to Firkle's shyness or as Ike sometimes saw it reluctance. This time though as Ike's tongue pressed against Firkle's lips he opened easily letting him explore. Ike wanted to ask why but was too intoxicated in the sweet euphoria of having his boyfriend back to really care, the more important question on his mind was how far would the goth let him go.

Unlike its appearance Firkle's bed was quite soft which was good for two half naked boys armored with only boxer shorts. The thing was a queen-size with soft cotton black sheets. Right now those sheets were Firkle's best friend as he laid there clutching them so close to his bare chest, eyes half closed. Ike smiled warmly at the image, especially Firkle's cutely smudged purple lipstick even though that meant Ike probably looked retarded with the faint purple of it on his own lips from kissing his boyfriend. He slid his hand down from Firkle's spine. He placed his hands on Firkle's cheeks and gently began to caress him. He let out a small laugh as the goth moaned.

"Ike." As if instinct he retracted his hand laying it back on his spine with his other wrapped around his waist.

"Sorry."

"Don't  be, don't  stop." Ike's faced burned red.

"Okay..." His hand wandered back to his lower half and Firkle's  eyes closed as he smiled, even with everything going on Ike  stopped to appreciate the phenomenon  that was Firkle's  rare smile. He stopped touching him to give him a soft kiss.

His mouth left Firkle's when the goth pulled him back in for a deeper one.
"I missed you Ike. " he whispered.  Ike gazed into the eternal black void that were Firkle's eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but Firkle wouldn't let him.
"I thought you'd leave forever... I thought, God if I have to live another second  in this dumb conformist world, I really wish I at least had you. You and that damn fucking smile." As Firkle spoke Ike couldn't help but think of the weeks he had gone without him. He had missed the goth like crazy, it was like having an asthma attack; without Firkle, Ike was basically trying to breathe without an inhaler. He was dying without him. Still, he had done something wrong in those weeks too. Ike hadn't just sat in his wallow waiting for Firkle he had kissed two girls and it was killing him inside  "I thought you took my heart and ran... I'd never see either one ever again..." Ike brushed Firkle's adorable greasy hair back and let out a silent sigh.
"Firkle, I have a confession to make." The goth immediately sat up ecstatic.

"Wait, me first..." Firkle took a deep breath and held onto Ike's hand. " I-I think I love you." That made all the gears in Ike's mind stop working. Firkle loved him, he actually admitted it. For the first time Ike had someone who loved him, unconditionally; someone all to himself. His mouth was open to speak to even say his confession but instead Firkle kissed him. He pressed hard against his lips but Ike had other things in mind. He pushed Firkle away softly and began to kiss his neck. His tongue searching around for a sweet spot until he found Firkle's racing pulse. He bit down hard and the goth let out an adorable gasp which urged Ike's next actions. He bit into and kissed his neck for a few more seconds leaving an embarrassing hickey but then began to trail down from his shoulder leaving  soft kisses.
"Mm Ike..." The conformist was at his stomach when he paused.

"Firkle..." He breathed barely taking breaths from his racing heart. His mouth was hovering over the bottom of Firkle's  slim stomach when the goth finally remembered what was going on. Ike smiled cocky, and put a hand on the waistband of Firkle's  boxers.

"IKE!" He backed away from Ike's hand and Ike frowned pouting.

He pulled himself onto the goth digging his elbows besides both sides of his head so he couldn't  look away. "Come on, I'll  take mine off first if it makes you feel better. Ike Broflovski doesn't know the definition of self conscious." Firkle blushed red as Ike stared at him,  he really wished Ike's  boxer shorts were made of heavier fabric as he lay on him right now especially since Firkle could feel every pulsing movement.

"I--"

Firkle stopped midsentence hearing something. The door slammed shut, keys were flung onto the table.
"Firkle! How many times have I told you to lock the door when you're  home, and keep your fucking door open when you have-" The door burst open and all three faces flushed red. "visitors." Michael finished staring at the two teens. Firkle's  mind acted quicker than Ike's. He snapped out of the europhiac stage of his mind and jumped into action.

"MICHAEL!" He pushed Ike to the floor,  sitting up and covering his exposed chest with a blanket.

"Michael?" Ike asked in confusion, as he lay on the floor,  why the hell was another boy in Firkle's house? Another much older cuter than Ike and nonconformist guy, One who had the house keys. The tall goth glared at Ike who was scrambling to pick up his clothes.

"You." He pointed at Ike, who had all his clothes in his hands now. The Canadian scowled back. "OUT." Ike scoffed and looked at Firkle through the corner of his eye.

"Pft. Don't  have to tell me, I was already on my way." He pushed Michael out of the door way and marched off not even stopping when Firkle desperately cried,

"Ike!"