Kenny x Butters [Simple Syrup COMPLETED]

[ Here What Happened, Part 2 ]

Saturday

Kenny woke up with a huge headache. He hadn't felt so hangover in a very long time. In fact, not only he was hangover as fuck, he woke up still feeling a bit drunk. He let out a painful groan, feeling confused, and was trying to recollect the memories from last night... But.... nothing. He couldn't remember a thing.

Fuck... Where...? What happened? Did I blacked out?

He thought while pinching and massaging his eyelids. He tried to sit up but fell back on the pillow. The fucking spins. He was hit by the spins that almost caused him to throw up.

"Goddamnit... What time is it..?" He grunted while massaging his temples.

"It's 8 in the morning" He heard a familiar voice answering him. It was a soft, heart warming, but also detected a hint of concern and sadness. "You... Um... Drank a lot... I-I tried to stop you but... Um.. you told me to..."

Kenny was waiting for Butters to continue, however, he didn't. He waited for another minute, and still nothing. So he removed his hand from his face, lifted his head up, and looked at Leo. He was sitting right next to him, holding a glass of water in one hand, a small bottle of Ibuprofen in the other, and the whole time he was avoiding eye contact.

"What did I say?" Kenny asked, and he had a bad feeling about it. He waited but the other blonde guy didn't say anything and stayed quiet. Kenny gathered all the energy so he could finally sit up. "Leo, what did I do?"

"Y-You told me to um.... F-fuck off and... Um..." Butters muttered softly, looking down while nervously handing him the pills for his headache and the glass of water, "t-to... S-suck y-your ..."

"Noooo!" Kenny immediately interrupted him, knowing what he was about to say. He put down the small bottle of the pain reliever and the glass of water on the floor, and he grabbed Butters' hand. "Leo.. I am so sorry! I don't remember a thing! I swear! The last thing I remember..." He paused and tried really hard to reply each moment from last night in his head. "Was... I made you a Tequila Sunrise and..." he carefully pulled Butters closer to him for a hug. He held him tight but was also being careful not to squeeze him too hard, "Please don't take it personally. I was fucked up. I think... It was the whiskey-beer bong challenge that fucked me up... Please don't be mad!"

"Kenny... It's... Ok. I mean, not really, but... " Butters mumbled into his chest and not moving an inch. He just let himself be held, "I know what black-out drunk means... I mean... I've never experienced it personally but... Well... I also didn't find out what it really meant until you showed it to me last night. Tweek told me not to listen to you... and... To kinda.. leave you alone... Then he invited me to a threesome with him and Craig"

"HE WHAT?!" Kenny shouted at the top of his lungs, which caused him to self-inflict more headache (because of the loud noise), and he let out another painful groan.

"Pffft--Hahahaha! " Butters broke into laughter, and was followed by Tweek and Craig, who were listening to them the whole time while hiding in the hallway. The three laughed out loud, causing Kenny's headache to grow stronger.

Kenny scowled at them, grabbed the small bottle of pain reliever and the glass of water. He took two tablet out, threw them into his mouth, drank a sip of water, and swallowed them down.

"No, but in all seriousness, you did tell him to fuck off and suck your dick" Craig said after he was done laughing and went back to his monotone voice.

"Yeah, then all of us told you to fuck off and suck his dick" Tweek snickered while he let Craig hug him from behind, "Then you told all us to fuck off and suck your dick... And all seven of us---well, six, to be exact because Leo refused to say it; told you to go fuck yourself sideway with a screwdriver while sucking all of our dicks."