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Kenny had never been so relaxed. Both boys were laying on Stan’s bed, high, having been smoking in Stan’s room for most of the night. The window was still open to let the smell clear out, and the cold air caused Kenny to shiver. The smaller boy had his head resting in Stan’s lap, his blonde hair spread out around him. Stan’s speaker was on, softly playing the opening of ‘You Get Me So High’ by The Neighborhood. His boyfriend was quietly humming along and Kenny smiled, feeling safe and content in the presence of Stan. The blonde snuggled closer to the taller boy, what little space they still had now gone.
Kenny’s peace was disrupted when he felt a light tap on his chin, which made him fix his half-lidded gaze onto his boyfriend's face. He furrowed his brows, confusion painting his features. The blonde opened his mouth to ask what he was doing, but before he could get a word out, Stan had smirked and placed his lips on Kenny’s. The taste of smoke flooded his tongue and he gasped in shock, resulting in a barely contained coughing fit. The dark-haired boy held the kiss for a few more moments before pulling back, seemingly satisfied as the rest of the smoke left his mouth. Leaning over, Stan put the remainder of the joint on his Garfield ashtray. Too stunned to speak for a moment, the smaller boy lay there before his brain finally caught up with what had just occurred. His cheeks had never turned so pink. Kenny hid his face in the sleeves of his—Stan’s—sweater.
“Aw, don’t be like that baby,” Stan cooed, reaching for the hands covering Kenny’s face. “Lemme see that pretty face of yours.” The smaller boy struggled to remove his boyfriend’s grip, but ultimately failed, Stan being too strong. Kenny pouted, glaring at him playfully.
“Leave me alone,” he whined, slapping at the hands that came toward him. Stan was determined though, and after multiple attempts, was able to pinch Kenny’s cheeks. The blonde let out an indignant squawk, turning to bite the hands attacking his face.
“What the fuck,” The dark-haired boy whispered, confused. He quickly removed his hands, staring at the small indent made by Kenny’s teeth. “What the fuck,” he repeated. “D-did you just fuckin’ bite me?” Kenny let out a giggle.
“Maybe.”
Looking down at the blonde in his lap, Stan just stared for a moment. “I’m dating a crazy person.” Kenny snorted, his freckled nose scrunching as he laughed. While the smaller boy fought for air, Stan took a moment to focus on his boyfriend. The way his lips parted as he heaved through them, little fangs poking out. His fluffy hair covering his face. The redness of his eyes, making it obvious he was high, and the piercing blue that was staring back at him. Staring back at him? Shit.
“What’re you lookin’ at, lover boy?” The boy drawled, lips turning up at the corners. Now it was Stan’s turn to blush. Kenny’s grin widened, and he got up to sit on Stan’s lap instead, now face to face with the taller. Those blue eyes flickered across Stan’s face, and the smirk on his face slowly melted into something softer. Kenny locked eyes with Stan’s, and Stan almost fainted at the admiration and love resting in his boyfriend's gaze. “I love you, Stan. Like, so much, you know that right?” His voice was soft and quiet, all traces of humor gone. The dark-haired boy cupped the others cheeks, rubbing his thumbs under his eyes. Kenny relaxed into his hands, and Stan smiled at the trust his boyfriend had in him.
“I love you too Ken. So, so much.” He pulled Kenny’s face closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then moved to lean his forehead against Kenny’s. They stayed like that, the blonde with his eyes closed, and Stan with his eyes on the blonde. Kenny’s lashes fluttered, and then once again, they were looking into each other's eyes. But of course, dating Kenny means a serious moment never lasts long.
“Wanna fuck?”
“Dude! We were having a moment!” Stan groaned, shoving his boyfriend onto the floor. Kenny yelped, hitting the carpet.
“A very gay moment. Besides, you’re so attractive Stanny, you know I can’t help myself,” the blonde purred, looking up at his boyfriend. Stan rolled his eyes.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Let me back up please?” Kenny frowned, looking up at him with his puppy dog eyes.
“Say you’re sorry.”
“Really Stan?”
“Yes.”
“I am so sorry baby for asking to fuck, you’re just so irresistible.” Stan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fine, come here.”
Kenny cheered, and Stan opened his arms, letting his stupid boyfriend snuggle into them. For the first time in a while, they were both silent. Kenny had his face buried into the crook of Stan’s neck, while Stan rested his cheek on his boyfriend’s fluffy hair. The other let out a sigh, relaxing in Stan’s lap even more as Stan raked his fingers through the blonde hair. He used his nails to lightly scratch Kenny’s scalp, twirling the fluffy strands between his fingers. Kenny’s eyes fluttered, yawning into his boyfriend’s neck. “Lov’ you,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to the tallers neck and grabbing Stan’s t-shirt in his fist. A smile played at the dark-haired boy’s lips. He kissed the top of Kenny’s head, moving his arms to wrap around the boy’s torso and leaning back against his headboard.
“I love you too, baby,” he whispered, beginning to rock back and forth. Soft puffs of air tickled his neck. He could tell his boyfriend was fighting sleep, as he kept jerking his head up everytime it fell. “You can go to sleep, Ken.”
“But I don’t wanna,” the smaller boy grumbled, shifting in Stan’s lap. He settled when the hands returned to his hair, tilting his head into the touch like a cat. With the combination of hands in his hair and the soothing motion of Stan rocking, Kenny was sure to fall asleep within seconds. But nothing’s ever sure with Kenny.
“Wait, hold on, did you blow weed into my mouth?”
“You’re bringing this up now ? Babe go to sleep .”
“No.”
Stan rolled his eyes. “It’s called a shotgun kiss, Ken, did you seriously not know that?”
“Huh?”
Stan just laughed, holding Kenny closer.