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as soon as clyde finally fumbled open his front door, ( kenny said he was leaving 30 minutes ago. they’d been stalling just a little bit…) the chill of the air hit his face, he reached in and flicked on the porch light.
he watched, leaned against his doorframe, intently as kenny pulled and zipped on his ( ratty ass ) jacket, kneeling down and shoving his feet into his shoes. carelessly leaving them very, very untied. a little grin helped it’s way onto his face. kenny peeked up at him.
“what?” he murmured, grinning back.
“…what?” clyde parroted, shutting his front door and plopping down on the ground next to him. kenny shuffled to sit comfortably, slinging an arm around clyde. clyde sighed contentedly, his breath visible in the air, shutting his eyes and leaning into his side.
kenny dug around in his pocket after a minute of silence, fishing out a cigarette. he fucked around with his ( almost dead ) lighter, and pressed it into his lips. clyde watched again, out of the corner of his eye. he took a drag from it, and turned his head away from clyde to exhale slowly. and, wow…he’s so dreamy, so sweet, so caring. ( clyde is delulu )
kenny leaned down to the bottom step to put it out in the snow, waiting until it completely died. when he turned back, clyde was staring, once again. kenny raised an eyebrow and smiled, lightly smacking clyde in the knee.
“what?!” clyde pouted.
“you keep staring, dude,” kenny shrugged. clyde shook his head dismissively. kenny pulled him up against him once again, closer. clyde looked up at him, a little surprised. “…i’m cold,” he was not cold.
“oh, …do you want to borrow a jacket or-“
”no,” kenny replied quickly. clyde stared at him again for a second, and then started to laugh. kenny snickered with him. clyde let his arm, that had just been stiff behind them, to fall into kenny’s lap.
now it was kenny’s turn to be staring. the palpable silence, sort of awkwardness was not at all what the night they just spent felt like. it was strange. clyde was like, unnaturally stiff against him. was he making him uncomfortable?
clyde was, now, staring back. kenny’s breath hitched and on instinct flickered his gaze elsewhere. but clyde grabbed the side of his face and made his glare more direct. to his nose, to his lips. okay fuck, don’t do that. kenny caught him and smugly smirked, clyde’s lips trembled and his readjusted his look.
“you, uhm,” clyde stuttered. “you have freckles…” fuck this is fucking awkward.
yeah i do, fuckin dork? “yeah…” he chuckled lightly. “just now noticing?” clyde could fucking burst. he’s never felt so embarrassed in his life it was making him sick. he hesitated for a second, and then rubbed his thumb along where the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks.
kenny smiled when he felt clyde relax against him. it was also relieving for him that clyde was initiating this, because he was so, so scared, in reality.
“they’re,” clyde had to bite back a voice crack. “they’re nice..” seriously?
”oh?” kenny flashed a toothy grin. clyde shushed him, but kenny kept laughing.
“dude, shut up!” clyde frowned. “i’m trying to.. like— i don’t know?!” kenny shook his head and softened into his palms.
“you’re not very good at it, in my opinion.”
“dude.” clyde cried.
“you cannot flirt with me to save your life,” kenny smirked. ( noooot like he’s doing much better. )
“i can too?” clyde grumbled. “you’re really not much- oh.” kenny had pressed his lips up against his, tilting his head to dodge his nose. his lips were chapped, skin on his hands rough, but clyde did not care. he was swimming around in his brain. he was going to melt.
clyde hummed against his lips in relief. this was, really nice. his senses were— very sensitive… he could feel, hear, smell fucking everything. kenny’s hand resting against the side of his cheek and the back of his neck, his soft breaths, his smell ( of weed, cigarettes, axe body spray, and probably taco bell. how pleasant.)
kenny pat his neck once, twice, and then pulled back with a small little smile playing at his lips. clyde could not breathe. he was dazed and very, very giddy.
“okay, i really have to go now.” kenny sighed, shimmying his way up. clyde nodded absentmindedly. kenny leaned over and poked his forehead. “text me, okay? see you tomorrow at school,”
“yeah— mhmmm,” clyde smiled and stood up.
“g’night clyde,” kenny called out as he hopped into his truck.
“night, ken,” clyde called back, sort of hushed, watching him pull out of the driveway. once he was out of sight, he slowly closed and locked the door, leaning against it. he felt the smile growing on his face, reminiscing on his boyfriend. his BOYFRIEND. this made him feel all giddy again, and he excitedly jumped up and down on his tip toes, burying his face in his hands.
he hopped up the stairs and into his bedroom, shutting the door and flopping over onto his stomach on his bed. he buried his face into his pillow and smiled so hard. oh my god, oh my god.
patting around between the blankets, he found his phone. he swiped it up for face ID, and anxiously tapped through his apps for snapchat.
the boys 😝💯💪🏈
clyde.domovan: GUYS
HIROFKSLDKFJDISKSKLSKL9484939:&:@
tolkien.black: are u okay 🤨
clyde.domovan: GUESS FUCKING WHATD
SOMOEN CALL ME
stripes.dad: no dude shfut the fuk up
lotearlly no one askde
but at the same time, clyde rolled his eyes when his phone began to ring.
incoming facetime call from ‘twek twerp🫵🏻”
clyde accepted it and propped his phone up.
“sooo, what happened…?” tweek smiled into the camera. clyde looked up and giggled, tweek took note of the fact that his feet were fucking kicking. what a dweeb.
“he fuckin KISSED ME!” clyde practically squealed. tweek gasped.
“oh my god!!?” tweek replied, in an equally over excited manner.