Oneshot book 3..... Jesus Christ.

F*ck away the pain~Stenny (South Park..... songfic?.)

I have no words left to say! It's just my favourite song! Google it! I'm not fucking crashing this thing again!
Warnings: IF THAT TITLE DIDN'T GIVE YOU ANY IDEA AS TO WHAT THIS IS I AM DOUBTING YOUR ABILITY TO UNDERSTAND THE WORD FUCK! Also, alcohol is PRETTY prominent.
Ages: 18 because this site don't take underage sex. Ehhhh, I'm still telling if I get laid before sixteen. We can only pray it happens, gotta hit the gym though.
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Kenny the perv's POV.

I've always been a kind of tomcat, it's funny. I have a problem with always ending up fucking my friends. I mean not an issue to ME but to my friends (especially Kyle since I was his first and unlike Leo, he didn't want it gone the next day!) it is. However, I'm respectful. Unlike Stan's current ex, Jesus Christ help this guy, I can't tell if he just liked bad boys or has a problem finding good guys.... and somehow we decided that we would have beer to drown it away. I'm a very sexual drunk, he's a very sad drunk. When I'm drunk, crying turns me on. HOW DO THESE MIX IN MY SOBER MIND IF MY CURRENT TIPSY ONE IS SEEING THE ISSUE?

"You think your life is done he took it all with him," I say, drinking a bit more.

"Hah, Sherlock. He did, he had every inch of my life."

"So you drink enough for it to wash away the sin?"

"Kenny it's not really a sin to love someone who doesn't love you...... not anymore."

He drinks even more. Oh sober I'm going to hate myself, I'm running the line between being drunk and sober.... yet I still swing more of the poison down my throat.

"Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye."

"Kenny?"

I get closer to him, he backs away a little, looking somewhere between concerned and something I can't read because honestly my mind ain't focusing enough right now.

"You can take it out on me if you like."

He looks stunned at what I just said.

"Ken.... I um.... are you okay?"

I nod, smirking a little.

"Don't wanna?"

"I um...."

"C'mon. You know what I mean! Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain."

"I never.... I've never been in this situation though."

Dear God if this doesn't make him feel better, I will hate myself sober and probably never show my face. This is just how my brain starts working the more alcohol I get.

"Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me."

"You sure?"

I nod.

"Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse."

I get up to him, holding him close.

"Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name."

"You're acting like everything you don't want to be called...."

"Should I care right now, Darling?"