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It all started with a game of spin-the-bottle. Because of course it would start with a game of spin-the-bottle; they're teenagers and they're horny and there was no better excuse to make out than being at a party with alcohol and no supervision. Fourteen-year-olds still tend to be awkward though, too self-conscious to just walk up and ask but also unwilling to back out when pretty much dared to go through with it, so when someone decided it was a good idea to suggest sitting in a circle and letting one of the empty beer bottles decide their fates for them everyone pretty much shrugged and said "sure, why not?".
The party was at Token’s house - because it’s fucking huge and his parents were out of town - but in all honesty it was all probably Clyde’s idea considering their whole year got invited.
It wasn’t like everyone joined in on the game, couples tended to opt out and others in true teenaged fashion declared it to be for kids, which they weren’t any more, okay, they could totally score without some lame excuse if they wanted to! but seemed to take Kenny’s entire lifetime before finally, finally, it was his turn. With an excited "whoop!" and a fist pump he gave the bottle an exuberant flick of his wrist before kneeling back in his spot between two of the girls (“trust me guys” Eric had said, “you’re like, mathematically guaranteed on a boy-girl pairing if we sit boy-girl-boy-girl-boy-girl” and no-one felt like dealing with his shit enough to argue). He watched it fan around and around with wide-eyed anticipation, nearly bouncing on his knees like that could make it stop any faster.
After what felt like a minor eternity the bottle started to slow down until eventually it chose it's target and came to a painfully sluggish halt, pointed directly across from him. Kenny's eyes flick up and makes direct eye contact with Butters Stotch.
There's a chorus of ooo's, some wolf whistles, even a couple of guys laughing and making kissy-faces. Distantly Kenny could hear Kyle being smug at Eric because hey look at that, fat-ass, mathematically guaranteed huh?
"Oh, well, my," Butters sputters, "isn't that just the darndest thing, huh?"
The boy's cheeks were turning a nice shade of pink and he was nervously rubbing his fists together, quickly glancing at Kenny from underneath his lashes like he's not sure he should and- is he sucking in his bottom lip on purpose or is that like, an unconscious thing?
Kenny shrugs, stands up and ambles his way over to the designated closet. He came here for some lip-lock action, dammit, and it's not like he won't do stuff with boys, anyway.
"Well, come on Butters!" he called over his shoulder.
"Oh, sure thing, right behind ya there, Kenny!" Butters piped up, hastily getting to his feet and scrambling after his classmate.
All in all Kenny supposes he could have done worse, Butters wasn't nearly as innocent as his naivete and easy boyish smile would make some think. He was also kinda cute and tended to hang on others' approval a little too much. Honestly, he could probably make 7 minutes locked in a closet worth Kenny's while if he was feelin' it.
Like the prefect gentleman he was, Kenny held the door open and held his hand out in the standard universal gesture for 'after you'.
"Golly, that's awful charmin' of you!" Butters nervously giggled in response, stepping into the hallway cupboard. He watched Kenny expectantly when he followed after him and closed the door with a soft 'click'.
And with that came a tense silence so thick it was just about crawling over their skin.
"Uh, so, like, you wanna just...? I mean it'll probably be less awkward if we, y'know..." Kenny mumbled. It was surprisingly spacious in there. He'd been banking on closer proximity to really get the ball rolling, as it stood one or both of them would have to make the effort to stop hugging the walls on either side to first move.
Kenny was starting to fidget at this point too, clearing his throat when it became obvious he was struggling to finish a sentence and lightly scratching the back of his neck. Were his hands getting sweaty? They felt a little sweaty, oops. Wow it was getting a little hot in here.
"Yeah, su-sure, that'd probably be for the best. If-if ya want that is, we- uh- we don't hafta do anything if you don't want! We can just say we did, it's not like anyone'll know."
"No, no, it's cool, I'm cool. Are you? Cool with it?"
There was the audible scuffle of Butters’ shoe against the floor, and Kenny could just imagine him vigorously nodding his head before realizing the other boy wouldn’t be able to see in the dark.
"Sure am, p-pal!" He rushed under his breath, his voice cracking, and made absolutely no move at all to close the distance between them. It took Kenny a full second to realise that he hadn't either and that he probably should soon if he didn't want things to get even more awkward than it already was.
"Okay, cool. Uhm. Come a little closer?"
"Oh right, okay."
They both too a step toward each other, and somehow it still felt like they were leaving room for Jesus. How big was this fucking closet anyway?
"Couldja lean down a little? You're a bit taller than I am, don't wanna fall on ya standin' my tippy toes an' all." Butters chuckled a little self-consciously.
Screw it. They were in here for one reason and one reason only, Kenny had his consent, what was he pussyfooting around for?
Psyching himself up Kenny too a deep breath- he was ready, bitch, he was just fuckin’ going for it, let’s go let’s do this- grabbed Butters by the shoulders, pursed his lips-
"Ow, hamburgers!"
"Mother fucker!"
-and knocked their noses into each other hard because neither of them could fucking see for shit in this stupidly huge, completely unlit poor goddamn excuse for a coat rack, the others were right this was fucking dumb maybe they should just-
"Well shoot!" Butters giggled, his face pressed into Kenny's chest "that didn't go as planned!"
"No shit?" Kenny snorted. Ah hell he couldn't help it, he was cracking up into bubbly laughter too.
"Here, let's try it like this." Butters suggested, laying his palms on Kenny's cheeks (he could feel them shaking just a little) and guiding him down a little more carefully, sure to tilt his head this time to avoid further incidents and injuries.
They're unsure at first, like they've been the whole time. Gentle. Just one pair of closed lips barely pressed against another.
Kenny can feel his own heartbeat thrumming in his ribs. If his hands weren't sweaty before they definitely were now, thank God they were on Butters' shoulders where his shirt would keep him from noticing. Absently, Kenny realized they were both holding their breaths, like they were waiting for something else to happen.
With a harsh exhale against Butters’ cheek (they were so close together, his face was so warm) Kenny made the conscious effort to melt into it, relaxing his posture, pulling one of Butters' lips between his own and giving it a cheeky nibble. The shorter boy made the sweetest little 'hhnn?' of surprise and, shit, Kenny's eyebrows shot up as high as they could, that was fucking adorable, could he make him do that again?
Of course Butters probably-has-the-biggest-praise-kink-ever Stotch took this as his cue to prove his worth, started licking his way into Kenny's mouth to kiss him senseless and dragged him by the shirt collar until he was essentially pinning the smaller boy against the wall. He tasted like beer. Kenny felt kinda drunk.
Butters decided it was best to go ‘on his tippy toes' after all, arms around Kenny’s neck so he could suck on his tongue better, probably because damn, so Kenny grabbed him by the waist to help keep him steady and pull him as close as physically possible and relished in the feeling of holding another body against his own.
“Fuck, you’re good at this” Kenny sighed, trailing wet, biting kisses over Butters' jaw and down his throat - fully intent on leaving a gorgeous bruise where it would be glaringly obvious to everyone. His skin smelled like fruity soap.
"Oh sh-shit, Kenny-" Butters gasped, baring his neck.
"Good?"
"Uh-huh. You can bite a little harder if-if you'd like to?" he encouraged and gave a fistful of Kenny's hair a good tug.
Kenny could practically feel himself going heart-eyed and did just that. Butters let out a hiss and Kenny ran his tongue over the imprint he’s sure his teeth left. He shifted his weight and felt his thigh brush up against oh, was Butters getting-?
"That's seven minutes, boys!" one of the girls (Kenny couldn't be fucked to know who at this point) sing-songed loudly and threw the door open, completely breaking the moment. Kenny could practically growl.
He unlatched himself from Butters in a daze with a flat "what?" while the other boy almost started glowing like a red LED.
"Oh- already? I mean, uh... aw shucks! It sure is getting late, why I better get home before I'm grounded again" Butters excused a little too loudly and started speed walking, past all company and completely avoiding eye contact, right out the front door at record speed, leaving Kenny confused and staring after him dumbly (he definitely wasn’t the only one though). The door slammed shut and all eyes were on him now.
“Uh,” Eric started because of course he had to say something, “what the fuck-?”
Kenny made sure to clamp his hands together as loudly as possible. "So... who's up next? Bebe, right? You were the one sitting next to me" he asked over-casually in an attempt to move everyone's attention away from whatever the fuck that was.