Soo, I was told that this should all be posted in one easy to read place since it's currently only in comments on the meme, and I think that's probably true, so here it is. I feel simultaneously proud of this and like I should apologize for it. I wrote this last year -- I miss the meme, and I keep saying I'll get back to contributing to it, but I have a bunch of other stuff I want to write, too, and my porn writing drive isn't what it used to be. I think I might have used up like forty percent of my lifetime interest in writing porn just on this fic.
I changed the title because the original one was even more embarrassing than the fic itself, which is often the case with my titles.
Title: Five Guys Naked in a Metaphorical Hot Tub
Pairings: Uh, in approximate chronological order: Cartman/Butters, Kenny/Butters, Stan/Kyle, Everyone/Kyle, Stan/Butters, Kenny/Stan, Cartman/Kyle, Kenny/Kyle, Kyle/Butters, Cartman/Kenny, Kenny/Cartman, Kyle/Stan and surprise pairing at the end! But they don't have sex.
Rating: It's 30k of filthy porn from start to finish.
Warnings: ... I can't even think of any. It's an orgy fic, behave accordingly
Summary: Trent Boyett is getting out of prison tomorrow. Everyone is fearing a painful death, except Kenny, who has a plan to save his friends. In the meantime, he thinks their panic is a good excuse to arrange a "last night of our lives" orgy.
Note: I wrote this for the SP kink meme!
(shit I just realized I'm going to have to post this in 3 parts :////////)
Kenny is the first one to get naked, but that's no surprise. The surprise is that Butters takes his clothes off next, blushing and shoving his pants down quickly, and his dick is just as cute as Kenny knew it would be. Butters steps closer to Kenny, covering himself with both hands, and Kenny gets the feeling that he only undressed so that Kenny wouldn't be alone in his nakedness.
"This is some fucked up shit right here," Stan says, and Kenny grins, because it's been a long time since he heard Stan say that. They should drag all of the old catch phrases out tonight, he thinks. He puts his hand on the soft curve of Butters' ass, starting to get hard for real when Butters gasps.
"Sorry," Kenny says, taking his hand away.
"That's okay," Butters says. He looks at him shyly.
"I'm only doing this if you all agree to suck my balls," Cartman says, unfastening his pants. "That includes you, Kyle."
"Fat chance, asshole," Kyle says. He's next to Stan on the bed, his face on fire. Stan is surprisingly calm, his eyes raking up and down Kenny's body for a second time. "You guys are fucking lunatics," Kyle says. "Me and Stan aren't doing this. Right, Stan?"
"I don't know," Stan says. He pulls his shirt off and throws it on the floor. Kyle stares at him, open-mouthed. "We are going to die tomorrow, dude," Stan says. He's sad about this, for real, which is killing the mood, so Kenny walks over to him, his hand on his dick. He watches Stan's gaze sink down to it, and his mouth is open now, too, but not widely.
"Gonna take your pants off, too?" Kenny asks Stan, who stares up at him like he feels sorry for him or something. Behind them, Butters yelps, and Kenny turns to see a suddenly very naked Cartman hoisting Butters up to straddle his hips.
"This little slut's already hard," Cartman says, smirking up at Butters, who moans and clings to him, hiding his face against Cartman's neck. Cartman in the nude is not visually appealing on its own; he's got some muscle now, but still plenty of fat, his big thighs dimpled with it. Adding Butters to the equation, however, is alarmingly hot. He's so much smaller than Cartman, and still so happy to have any attention from him, biting his lip and humping himself against the rolls of fat at Cartman's stomach while Cartman digs his fingers in between his ass crack.
"There's lube in my bag," Kenny says, still stroking himself.
"I can't watch this," Kyle says with a groan. He hides his face against Stan's back, his arm snaking across Stan's chest. Kenny gives Stan a knowing smile, and Stan frowns. They both know Kyle only showed up so that Stan would finally, finally kiss him. Kenny has much grander plans for Kyle if he's willing, and Kenny thinks he will be. He's banking on Stan's mouth turning Kyle into an instant sex maniac. Someone who's waited this long to be kissed has got to pop sometime.
"Well?" Kenny says to Stan. "Pants on or off?"
"On for now," Stan says.
"Suit yourself." Kenny glances down between Stan's legs, but he doesn't seem to have a boner, which is disappointing. He turns back to Cartman and Butters. Cartman has laid Butters out on the floor and is rooting through Kenny's bag.
"Don't you have any flavored lube?" Cartman asks. "Or is there nothing but cheap ass ghetto lube in here?"
"Why do you need it to be flavored?" Kenny asks. He drops down onto the floor beside Butters, because he looks nervous, on his back with his knees bent and pressed together. "Are you gonna eat him out or something?" Kenny asks. He lets Butters roll onto his side and hide himself, puts an arm around him. Butters is warm, and shaking a little.
"No, Kenny, you dumb asshole," Cartman says, approaching with the lube. "I just wanted to ask Kyle which flavor he'd prefer to lick off my balls."
"I'm not licking your balls, fat ass!" Kyle says, lifting his face to peek at them from over Stan's shoulder. Kenny wants to give them instructions, to tell Stan how to touch Kyle, but he doesn't want to press them too soon and scare one or both of them away.
"Hey, find your own," Cartman says, kneeling down and taking Butters by the hip. He turns him onto his back again. Butters is still hard, his blush creeping onto the backs of his ears.
"Can't we share him?" Kenny asks. He looks at Butters. "Would you like that?"
"Well, sure!" Butters brightens at the idea. He's always enjoyed being generous with himself. Kenny skims his hand down over Butters' chest, which is soft and trembling like the rest of him.
"Fine, but I get to fuck him first," Cartman says.
"Jesus, Cartman, since when are you even gay?" Kyle shouts from across the room. Cartman shrugs.
"If it's tight and hot and my dick fits in it, what the hell do I care?" He squirts lube into his palm. "Spread 'em, Butters."
"By that logic, you might as well fuck a large mouth bass," Kyle says, unable to let this go, apparently.
"Dude, don't say that," Stan says. "That's animal abuse."
"Everybody shut up," Kenny says. "You're making Butters nervous."
"He has every right to be nervous!" That was Kyle, of course.
"Ah - it's okay, Kenny, really," Butters says. He moans and presses his face to Kenny's arm as Cartman plays around between his legs, rubbing lube onto him. Butters has his legs lifted and spread, knees bent, and his chest is skittering fearfully, but his toes are curled, nipples hard. His cock is hard, too, and Kenny reaches down to stroke it while Cartman begins to push inside him. Butters' mouth falls open around a soft exclamation, his cock twitching in Kenny's hand.
"Now that is a tight fucking ass," Cartman says. He's wasted no time, his finger already in as deeply as it can go.
"You okay?" Kenny asks Butters in a whisper, and he nods, tilting his head to show Kenny his dazed expression.
"Eric's done this to me before," he says. His tongue darts out to capture some drool that leaked from the corner of his lips. "It's kinda weird but it feels real good - ah!" He arches, throwing his head back.
"Heh," Cartman says, smirking at Kenny. "Prostate."
Kenny shrugs, unimpressed, and looks back to Kyle and Stan. Kyle is hanging on Stan's shoulders, and they're both watching the action on the other side of the room intently, mouths open, eyes glazed. Stan is still just shirtless, and Kyle hasn't even taken off his jacket.
"Have you guys ever had a prostate massage?" Kenny asks while Butters writhes and squirms on Cartman's finger, crying out.
"What - us?" Stan says. He sputters with laughter. "Um, I haven't." He turns to look at Kyle, his nose bumping Kyle's when he does. "Have you?"
"Stan! No!" Kyle is purple with humiliation now, ducking mostly behind Stan again. Stan smiles and touches his nose to Kyle's cheek.
"Just checking," he says. Kyle grumbles something unintelligible, and Kenny can't see his mouth from behind Stan's shoulder, but he seems like he's smiling a little bit, just in his eyes.
"Hey, move," Kenny says, turning back to Cartman. "I'm gonna suck his dick while you do that."
"Nuhh, I want to be the one who makes him come!" Cartman says, pushing Kenny away. Kenny groans, though he's secretly pleased.
"Stan, Cartman is hoarding Butters," Kenny says. "Why don't you come over here and let me show you how good this feels?"
"Shut up, Kenny!" Kyle says, his arms tightening around Stan's chest. Kenny meets Stan's eyes, and grins when he sees some interest in them.
"I don't know how I feel about stuff going up my ass," Stan says.
"But this could be your last chance to try it!" Kenny says. "And it feels really good - Butters?" Kenny scoots over to rub his finger around one of Butters' nipples. He's shaking hard now, moaning, and he's going to come soon, but Cartman is drawing it out, watching Butters like he's his dying prey. "Tell Stan how good this feels," Kenny says, smoothing Butters' hair from his sweaty forehead. "Tell him, go on."
"Gah - s'good, Stan, s'real good," Butters says, blubbering. Cartman adds some flourish to this statement by making Butters scream with pleasure and come all over himself. Kenny watches him wind back down, breathing hard, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as his face slackens with satiation. Kenny is hard as hell and throbbing in his own hand, envying the shit out of Cartman as he chuckles and lines his cock up. He lifts Butters by the backs of his knees so that his ass is presented, dripping lube. Kenny groans inadvertently.
"You can kiss him if you want," Cartman says, teasing Butters' hole with the tip of his cock. "He likes that, getting kissed."
Kenny isn't such a big fan of kissing himself, but Butters tastes sweet and parts his little pink lips for Kenny's tongue, panting into Kenny's mouth as he takes Cartman's cock. Cartman is actually going slow now, maybe just out of necessity. His cock is a big, fat monster like the rest of him.
"You okay?" Kenny asks again, whispering this against Butters' hot cheek. Butters nods, eyelashes fluttering.
"Suck on my nipples?" Butters asks, so sweetly that Kenny can't refuse, though he has to do one thing before he complies with that request. He looks at Stan and Kyle. They're quiet, enthralled, Kyle's chin resting on Stan's shoulder. Kenny smirks when he sees that Stan has gotten hard. He's fidgeting a little, trying to get comfortable with his cock pressed tightly against the crotch of his jeans.
"Stan, c'mere," Kenny says. "I can only suck one nipple at a time."
Kyle scoffs. "Stan does not want to suck Butters' nipples," he says.
"Actually, I'll try it," Stan says. He stands up, Kyle's arms sliding off of him. "I mean, nipples aren't that weird, you know. Girls have nipples."
Kyle is left on the bed, too stunned to think to cover his lap with a pillow before Kenny can spot his erection.
"Atta boy," Kenny says as Stan walks over. Cartman is fucking Butters is slow drags now, doing a low moan thing that's half gross and half disturbingly arousing. "Take your pants off first," Kenny says when Stan starts to take a seat at Butters' other side. He's surprised when Stan actually does it, his erection all the more obvious when he's only wearing boxers. He adjusts them and looks at Kenny, blushing.
"Come on," Kenny says, coaxing Stan down. "I bet Butters' nipples taste really good. Damn, look how cute they are."
"Ah - Kenny," Butters says, grabbing his arm for support when Cartman starts grunting and giving it to him harder, his heavy balls starting to make a slapping sound with each thrust.
"Bitch!" Cartman says, gritting his teeth and fucking Butters harder. "Don't say his name while I'm in you!"
"S-sorry," Butters says, grabbing for Stan with his other hand. He arches, begging to have his nipples sucked. Kenny lowers his head, almost blowing his load when Stan does, too. They watch each other, Stan mimicking the movements of Kenny's tongue, both of them lapping at Butters' nipples just softly. When Kenny circles one little nub with the tip of his tongue, Stan does the same.
"Suck on him," Kenny says, and Stan does, still watching Kenny. Butters cries out, his hand squeezing around Kenny's arm, and Kenny answers his plea by sucking on his other nipple. Cartman is going to come soon, his thrusts getting wild, sputtering curses flying wetly from his lips. Kenny drags his teeth over Butters' nipple and pulls back a bit, checking the position of Kyle.
Kyle is halfway to them, on the floor, on his knees, looking devastated. Still wearing all his clothes, jacket included.
"Here it comes," Cartman says. "Yeh, yeah, squeeze me, bitch, yeah-"
Cartman throws his head back and groans deeply, and Kenny is surprised by how hot it is, watching Cartman unload into Butters. Butters squeaks and tightens his grip around Kenny and Stan's arms as if he's afraid he'll be swept away by the force of it. Kenny backs off as Cartman tips forward onto Butters, and he draws Stan away with him. He sits behind Stan on the floor, his legs spreading around him, and watches from over Stan's shoulder as Cartman hovers over Butters, huffing with tired satisfaction.
"Yeah, that's right," Cartman says, his voice low and dangerous as he stares down at Butters, who is still hard, trying to hump himself up against Cartman. "Now whoever fucks you next only gets the loosened up, come-soaked version." Cartman is still inside Butters as he says so, as if he's not even entirely comfortable with that scenario. Butters definitely means more to him than something hot and tight that fits around his dick, and Kenny wonders if Cartman will actually kiss him in front of them. He clearly wants to, his mouth hovering over Butters' swollen lips.
Kenny looks at Kyle. He's ignoring Cartman and Butters, giving Kenny a death stare as he rubs his hands over Stan's chest, slowly inching up toward his nipples.
"You want to try it?" Kenny asks, looking at Kyle.
"Nobody's touching my ass," Kyle says.
"No, I meant the nipple licking. You could come lick these for Stan, make him feel good." He brings his thumbs up to Stan's nipples as he says so, and Stan exhales, his eyes falling shut and his muscles getting loose. Kenny supports Stan's weight as he sinks into the feeling of having his nipples played with, his legs spreading and resting against Kenny's.
"Yeah," Stan says, cracking his eyes open. He extends one hand toward Kyle. "C'mere, dude."
Kyle whines but obeys, giving Cartman and Butters a wide berth as he walks around them. They're kissing now, Butters making needy little noises as he rubs his cock on Cartman's belly, his legs wrapped as far around Cartman's massive back as they can go. Kyle stands in front of Kenny and Stan, unbuttoning his jacket. He shrugs it off, folds it and places it by the wall. Kenny can see sweat gleaming on his upper lip.
"Take the rest of your clothes off, Kyle," Kenny says. "There's no secrets between us."
"No," Kyle says.
"Just your pants?" Stan says, and Kenny loves him for that. "'Cause your dick looks pretty hard, man. I know it's uncomfortable."
"Stan," Kyle says, whispering. Again, he whines but obeys, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down. He leaves his socks on. His face is still crimson, and he's still standing there like he's waiting for permission. Stan lifts his arms, and that's all the permission Kyle needs. He drops down to his knees, scooting forward until he's between Stan's legs, his face hovering over Stan's. Kenny never thought he'd be this close to their first kiss, just inches away. He's holding his breath, afraid to move.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Stan says. He brushes Kyle's cheek with the backs of his fingers, and Kyle's eyes slide shut, his breath coming out in a choppy push.
"I don't want to die," Kyle says, whispering so that only Stan and Kenny will hear. "But if I'm going to. Ah. I have to know."
Kyle moves into the kiss cautiously, his lips making the tiniest sound against Stan's, moist but not quite wet. Kenny feels Stan's sigh like it's moving through his own body, and he remembers to breathe as the clicking sound of their kiss gets wetter, Kyle's tongue sneaking out to brush Stan's lip. Stan sighs and licks at Kyle's tongue. Kyle gasps, his eyes coming open when Stan's tongue makes contact with his. He looks at Stan, then at Kenny.
"Let me have him," he says, and Kenny feels struck, but he nods, passing Stan into Kyle's arms.
They go to the bed to make out and whisper. Kyle is still wearing his shirt, and Stan's hands are pushed up under it now. Cartman is asleep on the floor, lying on his stomach, and Butters is curled up with his cheek on Cartman's sweaty back, watching Stan and Kyle, a pleased little smile on his face.
This is cute and all, but it's not what Kenny had in mind.
"We need to mix things up," Kenny says. "I've got a whole list of things I've never done that I want to try, and so far I've just sucked nipples and kissed a little."
"I'll try things with you," Butters says, sitting up. Kenny eyes Stan and Kyle, but they're preoccupied for now. He'll do something about that later.
"Come here," he says to Butters, and Butters obeys, checking over his shoulder to make sure Cartman is still asleep. He sits in Kenny's lap when Kenny pats his thigh, and giggles when Kenny takes his hand and brings it to his cock. Butters is soft now, must have come while Cartman kissed him.
"You're awful hard," Butters says, pressing his face to Kenny's.
"Can you take another one?" Kenny asks, reaching down to feel Butters' opening, which is wet and relaxed, post-fuck, Kenny's fingers sliding in easily. Butters moans and nods.
"I want all of you," he says. "As many times as you want."
"Hear that, Kyle?" Kenny calls. "You'll ruin Butters' last wish if you don't fuck him tonight."
Kyle looks up from Stan's ministrations, his hair a mess and his lips fat from being kissed. Stan doesn't let him get far, kissing his way down Kyle's jaw and sucking at his neck. Kenny grins when Kyle's eyes drop down to Butters' ass, where Kenny is probing him with two fingers, globs of Cartman's come for lube.
"I'm not putting my dick in anything that's had Cartman's in it," Kyle says. "No offense, Butters."
"I could wash up," Butters says, looking sad when he turns to Kyle. "I know how to clean myself real good, I swear!"
"Fuck, c'mere," Kenny says. He pulls Butters to him and kisses him. They're still kissing when Kenny eases Butters up onto his knees and then down again, sliding him onto his cock. Butters gasps and sinks down easy, his head falling back.
"Oh, Kenny," he says. "Oh."
"It's not as thick as Cartman's," Kenny says. He checks the bed to make sure Kyle and Stan are looking. They are, Kyle leaning up on his elbow and Stan watching from over his shoulder, looking dazed. Stan's dick is pushed out through the slit in his boxer shorts, and Kyle is holding it lovingly but inexpertly.
"You're long," Butters says, gasping as he feels Kenny press against his deepest places. "Real long, Kenny. Feels nice." He grins and swoons forward for more kissing.
Initially, Kenny was fucking Butters to distract himself from Stan and Kyle, who deserve a moment or two alone after all of that buildup, but now that Butters is moving on him, squeezing up around him like he feels guilty for not being as tight as he was for Cartman, Kenny is rapidly becoming unaware that there's anyone else in the room. It's the kissing, somehow, that's impressing him most. Butters kisses like he wants to take care of you, almost cooing into it. At some point, Kenny's dick and his heart start humming the same tune.
"How do you like that, Kenny, fucking him with my come for lube?"
That's Cartman, suddenly awake and looming over them. Butters stops moving and arches backward, smiling at Cartman.
"It's pretty good," Kenny says, a little fuzzy. He checks on Stan and Kyle. Stan has his back to them, and his shoulders are tense, his legs open for Kyle's hand, which is moving faster now.
"You like that?" Cartman asks, flattening his hand on top of Butters' head. "A white trash dick up your ass?"
"Don't be mean, Eric," Butters says. He's watching Cartman's face, waiting to be told what to do. Across the room, Stan is making frightened little noises, as if he's afraid of how hard he's going to come.
"No, that's fine, that's good," Cartman says. He gets down onto his knees behind Butters, huffing. "Go ahead," Cartman says, his hands sliding onto Butters' small shoulders. "Keep riding him."
Butters tries to, skinny thighs trembling with the effort, but Cartman holds him down. He smiles when Kenny looks up at him, and at first Kenny thinks there might be something evil in it, but he's seen evil things and has never really bought Cartman's efforts to be one of them. He smiles back, because it's a game, Butters moaning with frustration when Cartman won't let him fuck himself on Kenny's cock, clenching around him in the process.
"Go on, Butters," Cartman says, as if he can't understand why Butters isn't riding Kenny hard. "Give that hungry asshole what it wants. Make him come."
Butters whines and tries, gasping when Cartman eases his grip enough to let him rise up and slam back down onto Kenny just once, and Butters looks like he'll cry when Cartman holds him in place again.
"Be nice, Eric," Kenny says, though he doesn't really mind this, because Butters' frustrated squirming feels pretty fucking amazing, and the friction is muted just enough to keep him from coming.
"K-Kyle, ah," Stan says from across the room, on his back now, every muscle tensed, his spine arching as the pressure builds. Kyle is pumping him, panting, staring at his face.
"C'mon," Kyle whispers, his mouth on Stan's cheek, and Stan breaks. He cries out as if he's never felt this before, and maybe he hasn't, because it is different, the first time someone who matters does it. Kenny expects Kyle to swoop in and kiss him while he's coming down, because Stan looks so wrecked, shivery and open-mouthed, but Kyle is frozen as if he doesn't know how to live in a world where he just saw that. Kenny grins, because he was wrong - it isn't Stan's mouth that's going to turn Kyle into a sex maniac, it's the sight of him like this, weakened from how Kyle touched him. Kyle looks even more blown apart than Stan does. Cartman is distracted by the spectacle, too, staring, and Butters uses this as his opportunity to bounce on Kenny, groaning with relief when Kenny shoves up into him and comes.
For awhile everyone but Cartman is preoccupied, Kenny kissing Butters' neck and letting him continue to hump himself weakly on Kenny's spent and oversensitive cock, Stan and Kyle kissing and whispering on the other side of the room. Cartman stands up with a groan.
"Alright," he says. "I have a proposal."
"Oh, Jesus," Kyle says, looking up from Stan's mouth to glare at him. Stan is still partly in outer space, nuzzling shamelessly at Kyle's jaw when he's distracted.
"I refuse to go to my grave without having the real Kyle suck my balls," Cartman says. He points his fat finger at Kyle. "Because a bet's a bet and you lost!"
"I did not and you know it! That was a technicality! That was-"
"Here's my proposal, Kahl!" Cartman groans. "I can't believe I'm offering this, but I'm gonna die anyway so fuck it. I will suck your balls if you suck mine."
Stan bursts into giddy laughter, and Kyle glares at him, his face getting red again.
"I don't want your mouth on any part of me, Cartman," Kyle says.
"Dude, lighten up," Stan says, rolling onto his back. Kyle boggles at him. "What?" Stan says. "Cartman just offered to suck your balls, because the world is ending and this is what's important to him. It's funny."
"It's not funny! Stan! It's probably just a trick."
"It's not a trick," Butters says. He pulls off of Kenny's cock and moans, standing on wobbly legs, his dick pointed at Kenny's mouth. "Eric has been obsessed with this for a long time, Kyle. And I'll tell you this, too, buddy - he's real good at sucking on balls."
"Why thank you, Butters," Cartman says, looking pleased with himself.
"Why is everyone against me?" Kyle shouts. Kenny snorts and licks the tip of Butters' cock, watching his eyelids lower.
"No one is against you, dude," Stan says, hugging Kyle to him. "And for the record, I'll suck your balls, too, if you want."
"Stan," Kyle says, moaning and hiding his face on Stan's neck.
"Hey, no fair!" Cartman says. "I offered first! I call dibs on Kyle's balls! And on getting my balls sucked by him! You guys, seriously!"
"Here's an idea," Kenny says. "We could all suck Cartman's balls, as a group. And Kyle's, too. I think that's fair."
"You are insane!" Kyle says in a muffled shout.
"Let's give him a preview, Cartman," Kenny says. "Me and you can suck Butters' balls, so Kyle can see what he's missing."
"This is like a fucking hostage negotiation," Stan says, laughing again. He kisses the top of Kyle's head as if to apologize for that observation.
"Alright, a preview," Cartman says. "Butters, lean against the wall. Kenny, up on your knees. Let's do this."
Butters lifts his dick and holds it out of the way while they lap and suck at his balls, which is hottest part of the whole thing for Kenny, the way Butters is just holding himself, his thumb twitching but his fingers otherwise staying still, because no one has given him permission to jerk his dick. He comes without needing to, while Cartman rolls one of his balls around on his tongue and Kenny nips lightly at the other one, still marveling at the fact that they're completely hairless, as if Cartman paid to get laser hair removal surgery for Butters. Kenny wouldn't be surprised, though he supposes he also might just make Butters shave; his legs are hairless, too.
"So which of us was better?" Cartman asks as Butters drops down to the floor, his legs transformed into jelly. He's so come-drenched, with his own and with Cartman's and Kenny's, which is running down his legs now. Kenny cradles him, and Cartman shakes Butters' knee, wanting an answer.
"Ah - ah, I don't know," Butters says. "It was real good having two at once, though. Four at once would be, oh geez. I think someone might faint if they had that many mouths on them."
Kenny snorts, wondering if Cartman and Butters rehearsed this as part of their plan to seduce Kyle. Stan is sitting up now, Kyle draped onto him and watching Butters curiously.
"What do you say, Kyle?" Kenny asks. "You want all of us to lick you at once? We could do it everywhere, you know, not just on your balls. Cartman could suck your balls, and Butters could suck on your dick, and me and Stan could lick you all over your chest and suck on your nipples, how does that sound?"
"Fuck," Kyle says, and he's got that look again, like the one he had on his face when he watched Stan come. Stan gives him a friendly shake.
"That sounds awesome, dude," he says. "I mean, if you want it. I think we'd all love to do that for you. Then you'd feel it, like, how nobody here is against you."
"Stan," Kyle says, and they kiss, softly. It's like a conversation they're having, Stan reassuring Kyle with little swipes of his tongue, Kyle showing Stan how wet his mouth has gotten at the idea of being worked on like that, by all of them. The conversation continues when they pull back to look at each other, and Kenny can see it in Kyle's eyes, the moment when he decides that he wants this and lets Stan grant him permission to have it.
"Let's do it on the bed," Stan says. "Lie down, okay?"
"I just want to note on the record here that me doing this means Kyle agrees to do it to me," Cartman says, and Kenny kicks him on the way to the bed, afraid he'll spoil the tenuous magic.
"We'll see what happens," Stan says before Kyle can protest. "For now, you guys, look how hard he is." Stan cups his hand around Kyle's tented boxer shorts, stretching out alongside him as he settles down onto his back. Kyle looks irritable but surrendered, his arms at his sides. "Poor Kyle. Let's help him."
"Just take his damn boxers off," Cartman says. He sits on the end of the bed, and Butters does, too, looking excited as Cartman takes one of Kyle's ankles and pulls his legs apart more widely. Kenny is so excited about this that he's pretty sure the top of his head is going to blow off before he can actually get his mouth on Kyle, but that's okay. He's had worse deaths.
"I - I don't know if I should be naked," Kyle says, like he's worried about the repercussions for the environment or something.
"Dude, it's us," Stan says. He scoots out of his own boxers, and Kenny smirks, because he's hard again, very. They all are. "That's the whole point of this thing. I get it now. Kenny made it sound like it would just be about sex, but it's more than that. We belong to each other, right? We grew up together, and tomorrow we're probably gonna die together. Clothes are pointless."
Kenny is impressed with that speech, and it makes him wonder for the first time if Stan really believes Trent is going to kill them, or if he has a plan, like Kenny does, to sacrifice himself before Trent can touch any of the others. Kenny will tie Stan up and stow him somewhere safe if he has to.
"I'm gonna take these off now," Kenny says, putting his hands on the waistband of Kyle's boxer shorts. Kyle sighs and sits up a little to pull off his shirt. He lifts his ass so that Kenny can get his boxers off.
Kenny throws the boxers onto the floor along with Stan's and turns back to Kyle, who is pulling Stan's arm around himself so that he'll have some form of shelter. He's blushing, but he doesn't look scared, not even mortified. He's letting Cartman hold on to his ankle. Kenny takes hold of the other one, easing his legs open again.
"Fuck, you look good," Stan breathes out, saying what they're all thinking. He kisses Kyle and runs a hand down over his chest.
"You're so scrawny," Cartman says, but it sounds like a compliment, and he's rubbing Kyle's leg, tickling him behind his knee until he flinches.
"You're so hard," Butters says, marveling at Kyle's dick, and Kenny laughs, because it's true. Kyle's cock is bright red and standing up straight, beads of precome dripping from the slit.
"We should make this last," Kenny says. "So go slow, everybody." He smirks at Kyle. "Don't make him come too fast. Tease him."
Kyle moans, and it sounds like an equal measure of encouragement and annoyance, which is so perfectly Kyle that Kenny wants to crawl up and kiss him. He doesn't, because that might be the one thing that's out of bounds. He gets up and steps over Kyle, wedging himself between Kyle and the wall. Stan is at his other side, his arm still hugged around Kyle's shoulders. Cartman is hoisting Kyle's left leg up onto his shoulder as he gets into position. Butters is still hanging back and enjoying the view, smiling dazedly at Kyle's cock like he can't decide if he wants to lick it or take a picture.
Kenny starts things off, because that's clearly his role here. He licks at Kyle's nipple and feels Kyle's little sigh rolling down his spine like warm water. Kyle's nipples are just slightly bigger than Butters', more red than pink, in stark contrast to his pale skin.
"You like that?" Stan asks Kyle as Kenny sucks on his nipple, just softly.
"Uh-huh," Kyle says. He pushes his hand into Kenny's hair, and Kenny flattens his tongue to give Kyle a hard, wet lick in response.
"Want me to do it, too?" Stan asks.
"Yeah- oh, fuck." Kyle's shifts so that his legs are open as widely as possible, his right foot dangling over the side of the bed, and Kenny looks down to see Cartman flicking just the tip of his tongue over Kyle's ginger-colored ball hair.
"I knew I forgot something," Cartman says, peering up at Kyle from between his legs. "I was going to shave this ginger bitch beforehand."
Butters groans, as if the idea of Cartman shaving Kyle's balls is too much to bear. He slides off the bed and leans down to rub the tip of his tongue through the wet slit of Kyle's cock. Stan and Kyle's moans are so unitary that Kenny laughs.
"If I end up with pubes stuck in my throat you're a dead man," Cartman says, and he starts licking Kyle's balls properly, pausing at moments to bite the inside of his thigh or lean over to taste Kyle's pre-come on Butters' lips. Kenny tries to focus on what he's doing, moving between Kyle's nipple and his neck, hoping to leave hickeys on both spots, but he can't stop checking on what everyone else is doing to him. Stan is just rolling Kyle's other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, calming him down with deep kisses when he starts to hyperventilate and arch.
"You okay?" Stan keeps asking, whispering. Kyle sobs and nods in answer, bucking his hips up toward Cartman and Butters' mouths. He's still got his hand in Kenny's hair, and he's pulling, and Kenny might come just from that. He licks Kyle's ear, and Kyle turns to him, panting.
"Dude, Cartman is sucking your balls," Kenny says, whispering, like this is a secret they can keep from Cartman. Kyle laughs deliriously and they both look down. Cartman has one whole ball in his mouth, and he's watching Kyle like he's daring him to try to suck his balls this well when it's his turn.
"If I put my mouth on him for real it'll be over," Butters says, pouting and looking down at Kyle's cock longingly. "But I really want to."
"Do it, please," Kyle says, crying. "I want to come, I need to - Stan, tell him I need to come."
He's so desperate, and Stan looks broken up in response, nodding.
"Yeah," Stan says, stroking Kyle's face, keeping his eyes locked on Kyle's. "Go ahead, Butters. He's shaking so hard."
Kenny hopes Kyle will leave his hand in his hair, and he does, yanking it hard when he comes down Butters' throat, his whole body jerking. Kenny sees red and grabs his own dick, because he's kind of into pain and he's really fucking close. He comes discreetly, quietly, pumping it out against Kyle's thigh, his face pressed to Kyle's neck. When he opens his eyes again he sees the red marks he left on Kyle's skin and smiles, licking over them.
"Goddamn, I want to fuck him," Cartman announces, and they all know he means Kyle. Kyle is still shuddering a little, making a sort of mhmm. sound at the end of each exhale. He says nothing to Cartman, just reaches down to pet Butters' hair when he rests his head on Kyle's stomach.
"No way," Stan says, actually holding an arm over Kyle as if to protect him from the blunt object that is Cartman's lust. "He's a virgin. Don't even think about it."
"You, though," Kyle says, knocking his nose against Stan's chin. "You could. Stan, please?"
Stan is quiet, studying Kyle's eyes as if he's looking for something that's not fogged up by lust. Kenny uses the opportunity to scan Kyle's body, which is still spread open for all of them, his legs splayed and his cock softening against his belly. There's come on his chest, most of it his own, some of it Kenny's.
"Are you sure?" Stan asks him, softly. Kyle makes a pained little sound.
"Stan, we're going to die," he says. "If he kills us, tomorrow, ah." Kyle looks down at Cartman and Butters, then at Kenny, as if he's trying to decide whether or not they should hear this. "When they bury me, I want some part of you still inside me," he says, to Stan, though Kenny gets the feeling he's talking to all of them. "So I won't have to be alone in the dark."
Kenny shudders, because he thinks he wants that, too. He's died a lot of times, but never with their come still caked in secret corners of his body.
"Don't talk like that," Stan says. He's stroking Kyle's face, and Kenny can see him struggling not to tell Kyle that he'll keep him safe, whatever it costs, because Kyle would never allow it, just like Stan would never allow Kenny to do what he's going to do. Kenny will have to make sure they're all someplace safe tomorrow, where they can't do anything stupid until he's dead and Trent is arrested for his murder, locked up for good. Kenny has it all planned out, and if Stan were to show up at the last minute, his careful calculations would be spoiled. It's a small thing for Kenny; he knows he'll come back. Stan knows that he wouldn't, and he's willing to do it anyway, for Kyle. Maybe for the rest of them, too.
Kenny shows Stan how to use his fingers on Kyle so he'll be relaxed and open enough to take Stan's cock. Cartman holds Kyle's leg out of the way and watches intently, licking his lips. Butters is wrapped around Kyle's back, holding him and kissing his cheek, keeping him calm.
"It'll hurt at first, right?" Kyle says to Butters.
"Not really," Butters says. "It feels like getting stretched almost too much, and it's kinda scary, but you have to trust the person who's doing it, and then it just feels real good, having them in you."
"Cartman didn't hurt you?" Kyle asks, in disbelief. Cartman's eyes flick up to Kyle's, his fingers tightening on Kyle's thigh. He looks at Butters.
"No, sir!" Butters says. He smiles and puts his lips to Kyle's ear, his eyes locked on Cartman's. "You want to know a secret? Eric is real gentle when it comes to that kind of stuff."
"Ey!" Cartman turns red, mostly across the back of his neck.
"I know you wouldn't think he'd be," Butters says. "But he always makes me feel so special, and safe, and -"
"Butters!" Cartman says, glowering. "Shut the fuck up!"
"They're just trying to talk you into letting Cartman fuck you," Stan says, sounding a little panicked, his finger going still inside Kyle.
"I think I want everybody to," Kyle says, and Kenny knows he's clenching around Stan's finger when he says it, can feel the muscles shift in his stomach. Kenny's hand is resting there, and it's calming him into a kind of trance, feeling the pace of Kyle's breath against his palm as it quickens and slows, responding to the movements of Stan's finger while Kenny helps him find Kyle's prostate.
"Everybody?" Stan says. His voice is small, pinched.
"Maybe not literally," Kyle says, and Kenny isn't sure if he's crushed or relieved. "But, ah. I just want everybody to stay close. We shouldn't split up again."
"So we've awakened the slut in Kyle," Cartman says, smirking, but he's moving closer to Kyle already, scooting up to lie against his side, still holding his thigh so that his leg is bent, pressed against Cartman's stomach now. Kyle gives Cartman an irritated look but doesn't shift away. He starts to say something, but then Stan moves his finger and Kyle shouts, his back bowing and his eyes slamming shut.
"That'd be the prostate," Kenny says.
"Jesus," Stan says, looking scared, but he must touch Kyle there again, because Kyle jerks again, whimpering.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Butters asks, whispering and kissing Kyle's ear.
"Go ahead and moan like a whore," Cartman says, pinching Kyle's nipple, and Kyle does.
"Stan," he says, moaning Stan's name out while he teases that spot, and Stan smiles.
"I'm here," he says. He kisses the inside of Kyle's trembling thigh. "I'm right here, dude."
"Come here," Kyle says, reaching for him with both arms. "Please, I need you – closer, in me, okay, I'm ready, please?"
They just kiss for awhile, Stan's hand around both of their cocks, and Kenny knows Stan is nervous, and hasn't forgotten what his role is here. He dumps lube into his palm and sneaks behind Stan, sliding his hand over Stan's until he hears Stan's breath catch.
"Here you go," Kenny says, slicking Stan's cock, which is not too long or thick but more than enough to fill Kenny's hand, just right. Stan sighs and lets his head dip down to Kyle's neck while Kenny touches him. "Now," Kenny says, and he puts his hand on Stan's hip, drawing him backward. "I'll get you started."
"I can do it," Stan says, mumbling, but he's still got his head tucked to his chest – submitting, Kenny thinks, his boner throbbing – and he lets Kenny line him up. They all hold their breath while Stan slips inside, slow. Kenny watches Kyle's face. His eyes are closed, his hands on the back of Stan's neck as he pulls him steadily closer, guiding him in deeper, and Kenny realizes they're both holding their breath, too, afraid to really feel it yet. Kenny puts his hand on the small of Stan's back and lets his breath out. He feels Stan do the same, then Kyle, Cartman, and Butters, who exhales with a contented little huff. Butters is holding Kyle's sweaty curls back off his forehead, his other arm snug across Kyle's shoulders while Stan sinks in deeper, until he's close enough to arch up for a kiss.
"There," Kyle says when Stan's balls are pressed to his ass, both of them panting against each other's mouths, trying to keep their fluttering eyes open. "Right – there. That's – uh, Stan. That's where I want to keep you, okay? Okay?"
"Okay," Stan says. "Okay, yeah." He sounds like he'll cry, so Kenny needs to lighten the mood, quick.
"I want to kiss him, too," Kenny says, not really sure what sort of reception this will get, or if they'll even hear him. He crawls up to lie against Kyle's side, opposite from Cartman, and lets Butters slide an arm around him. Kyle turns to look at him and grins. Kenny laughs, because he looks sort of high, and it figures that this would be Kyle's drug of choice. Sex, yeah, but attention, mostly.
"Kiss Stan first," Kyle says, and Kenny gladly obliges, not sure how Stan will receive it. He seems a little out of it at first, his mouth opening for Kenny's tongue but his own tongue sluggish and still. Kenny pulls back to check his eyes.
"We wouldn't have done this," Stan says. "Without you." He leaves it at that, leaning down to bury his face between Kyle's neck and shoulder, apparently content to just let his cock throb inside Kyle for awhile. Cartman snorts.
"You guys are such wastes of cocks," he says. He takes Kyle's jaw and turns his face so that their eyes are locked, licks his lips. "I could make you forget your name," he says. "Just so you know. If you want a real man to screw you like you need to be screwed."
"Shut up, fat ass," Kyle says, and then he kisses Cartman, closing his eyes as he leans into it, shocking the breath out of Kenny. Butters giggles like he saw that coming. Stan lifts his head and leans back a little to watch. When Kyle pulls free Cartman is speechless, his lips working feebly. Kyle grins.
"He tastes like Cheesy Poofs and maple syrup," Kyle says to Stan. "Check it out."
Stan snorts, but he kisses Cartman, too, just chastely. This seems to cure Cartman of his shock, and glares at each of them in turn.
"So is Kyle going to get fucked or what?" he asks. Stan sits back further, dragging his nails over Kyle's chest as he does.
"Yeah," Kyle says, grinning at Stan. "He is. Go ahead, dude. You feel so fucking good. Doesn't hurt at all."
Kenny opens his mouth on Kyle's neck as they both watch Stan's hips twitch into his first real thrust, heat creeping higher on Stan's cheeks as his eyelids lower. Butters is playing with Kenny's hair, making him shiver when his fingers tickle along his hairline at the back of his neck. Cartman is staring at Kyle like he's waiting to be kissed again, tweeking his nipple in the meantime.
"Is that good?" Stan asks Kyle, his voice trembling, and Kenny loves him almost too much to stand it, but Kyle loves him that way, too, Kenny can feel it, and together they can bear the weight of it. Kyle nods and puts his hand out for Stan to hold. He draws Stan down toward him, and Butters hoists Kyle's shoulders a little, so they can kiss properly. Stan's hips are still moving, his hands snug over Kyle's ribs, and he's starting to moan just a little, his eyebrows pinching and relaxing with every thrust. Stan loses the ability to focus on kissing and starts snapping his hips harder, gasping Kyle's name, his eyes falling shut. Cartman takes opportunity to grab Kyle's face and kiss him again, and Kenny is jealous, wants to know the taste of Kyle's little pink tongue, even if it's tainted by Cartman's Cheesy Poof breath. He puts his fingers on Kyle's jaw and turns him gently, Cartman's mouth sliding down to Kyle's ear. Kenny hesitates when his nose bumps against Kyle's, and it's Butters who laughs and presses them together like they're his dolls. Kenny closes his eyes when Kyle does, when they sigh into each other it's like Kenny has Stan inside him, too, and like he's inside Kyle, like all of them are.
"Butters," Kyle says, moaning, and Kenny laughs. Cartman grunts and shifts Kyle so that he's half-resting on Cartman's chest, angling him so he can kiss Butters, too. Kyle and Butters look sweet together, better than Kenny's fantasies about the two of them ever were, cupping each other's faces while they kiss. Stan whines and Kyle pulls free from Butters' mouth, deflecting Cartman's attempt to recapture him by offering his cheek, which Cartman bites at, growling a little. Kyle ignores him and grabs Stan's face with both hands, moaning into his mouth when they kiss. Kenny lets them lap at each other for a few seconds before swooping in to kiss both of them, his tongue slipping against Kyle's and then Stan's.
"I'm gonna come," Stan says, panting, his teeth grazing Kenny's lip. He looks at Kenny as if to ask for permission, and that is never going to get old. Kenny nods and reaches down to wrap his hand around his cock, grinning when Stan does, too, his hand sliding over Kenny's.
"Do it," Kyle says, flopping back against Butters again. "Fill me."
"Yeah, c'mon," Cartman says. He pushes down on Kyle's shoulder, pinning him. "Fuck this bitch hard. He wants it. Don't you?" he asks, lifting Kyle's leg a little higher, angling him so Stan can slide in that much deeper.
Kyle nods, whines, and lets Cartman kiss him, his hand closing into the back of Cartman's hair. Kenny puts his hand on Stan's ass and pushes him into a faster rhythm, both of them tugging on Kenny's cock, trying to kiss and just bumping their wet lips together, too much going on to properly coordinate anything as delicate as kissing. Their eyes meet like things rushing past each other in a fast moving stream, and Kenny smiles.
"You can come," he says, just mouthing the words, but Stan hears him, and he comes, shouting and falling forward onto Kyle, who breaks away from Cartman to wrap his arms and legs around Stan, kissing his forehead. Stan is still holding onto Kenny's cock, his palm squeezing around it with every pulse of his orgasm.
"Good, you did so good," Butters says, dragging his fingers through Stan's hair until he shivers and smiles, his eyes closed against Kyle's neck.
"Stay in me," Kyle says. He's talking to Stan, his legs tightening around the small of Stan's back, but Kenny feels like he's asking all of them to do this. He scoots up to press himself to Kyle again, and Stan grunts in complaint when Kenny moves, still holding his cock.
"Dude, Kyle didn't even come," Cartman says, slapping Stan's ass. "Get up so I can take care of business here."
"No way," Kyle says, hugging Stan closer. "Let him rest. I don't need to come right away. Feels – um, it feels good just like this." He twitches his hips up just a bit, moaning under his breath.
"Kyle," Stan moans, dazed, and he strokes Kenny's cock. Kenny tries to remain soundless, to let this be a secret side-thing, but Kyle has noticed, his eyes on Kenny and Stan's interlocked fingers.
"Hey," Kyle says to Kenny. "Do Stan. Like you did me. I mean, like you showed him how to do me."
"If he wants me to," Kenny says, his free hand already sliding across Stan's ass. Stan shudders and cracks his eyes open to look at Kenny. Stan's thumb is sliding up and down the underside of Kenny's cock, and it's a tease, but Kenny is pretty sure it's not intended to be, that Stan just wants to make him feel good, or maybe just doesn't want to let go of him.
"Yeah," Stan says, and the way he flexes makes everyone stop breathing for a moment, even Cartman. "I want to try it."
"My dick or my fingers?" Kenny blurts gracelessly, and Butters hides a laugh against the side of his hand.
"Just fingers," Stan says, his eyelashes netted, almost dark enough to hide the blue in his eyes. "For now."
Kenny is careful with Stan, maybe too careful, but Stan doesn't complain about how slowly Kenny is opening him, feeling him. Kyle is watching, enraptured, smoothing Stan's hair. Stan makes soft noises and drools on Kyle's chest, and Kenny comes when he finds Stan's prostate, because Stan shouts and pulls on Kenny's cock in confirmation – yes, that's it, that's the spot. Stan lifts his ass for more and slams back into Kyle as the electric current burns through him, that sensation snapping his body like a whip. Kyle is whimpering, shaking, and Kenny realizes he came, too, as if Kenny was touching Kyle when he rubbed Stan's prostate, because they're still so completely connected. Kenny crawls up to kiss Kyle, both of them breathing unevenly through their recovery. Kenny is still fingering Stan, still making him shout.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road," Cartman says. He reaches down to rub Stan's balls until Stan comes again, sobbing and pushing a second orgasm into Kyle, who moans against Kenny's lips.
"God, you're so full," Kenny says to Kyle. He reaches down to feel it as Stan slides free, Kyle's stretched open hole, all the come Stan pumped into him leaking out now. Kyle moans and flinches away shyly. Stan crawls up to wedge himself between Kyle and Cartman, which makes Kenny grin. He looks at Butters to see if he's appreciating this, too, and he smiles back at Kenny.
"Geez, I'm thirsty," Butters says when Kyle rolls off of him, onto Stan. Butters and Kyle are both coated in sweat, Butters mostly on his chest and Kyle on his back.
"I'll get you some water," Kenny says, leaning up to kiss Butters.
"You know what I need?" Cartman says, pulling free of Kyle and Stan, who are kissing lazily and rubbing their legs together, arms around each other. "I need Kyle's mouth on my balls. As promised."
"Just give them a second," Kenny says, holding up a hand. He goes to the attached bathroom for the Broncos mug that Stan always keeps beside the sink. Stan's house is quiet, his parents in Arizona for the weekend, visiting Shelly at college. Kenny fills the mug with water and returns to the bedroom, where Butters and Cartman are bracketed around Stan and Kyle, watching them kiss. Butters looks charmed and Cartman seems annoyed. Kenny hands the mug to Butters and runs his fingers through Butters' sweaty hair while he drinks.
"So, like I said," Cartman says, bellowing. "My balls. Kyle's mouth. As we discussed."
"Oh, Jesus, fine," Kyle says. He sits up on his elbow and rubs his face, Stan still mouthing at his neck. "Present them," Kyle says to Cartman. Cartman only sputters a little, scooting back to the bed's end board and putting a pillow behind his back. He spreads his legs, and everyone stares at Cartman's intimidating erection and big, sweaty balls, except for Stan, who has sunk down to the mattress with his eyes closed, essentially passed out. Kenny decides that's probably for the best, for now. He meets Kyle's eyes and raises his eyebrows.
"You really don't have to," Kenny says, though he knows Kyle wants to. Kyle shrugs.
"No, I think I do," he says, and Cartman grins widely, lifting his hips a little in invitation.
"Here they are, Kahl," he says. "Freshly shaved for your convenience."
"You shave your balls?" Stan says, mumbling this against the mussed blankets, his eyes still closed. Kyle grins and leans down to kiss Stan's ear.
"Pubes are uncomfortable for those of us with manfully high body temperatures," Cartman says.
"Eric gets real sweaty," Butters says, nodding.
"Great," Kyle says, eying Cartman's balls warily. They're heavy and meaty-looking, especially in their hairless state. Kenny actually finds them surprisingly appetizing, but he sits behind Butters and hangs back, letting Kyle and Cartman have their moment. Kyle sighs and gets up onto his knees, his hand skimming along the length of Stan's spent body as he moves toward Cartman.
"C'mere, Butters," Cartman says, lifting up his arm. "I want to jerk you off while the Jew sucks me."
"Kay," Butters says, beaming, and Kenny is sorry to lose the warmth of Butters' body at his side, but he's impressed with Cartman for knowing that Butters was probably feeling left out. Butters settles under Cartman's arm and kisses his neck, both of them watching Kyle as he moves closer. Kenny pulls Stan to him, and Stan moans, listless and heavy, nuzzling Kenny's chest when Kenny tucks him there.
"This needs to go on for at least five minutes," Cartman says when Kyle is on his hands and knees, frowning slightly as he contemplates Cartman's balls. Kyle is still wet with Stan's come, and Kenny almost wants to clean him up, which is weird, because he looks pretty fucking hot like this, used up and sticky. "Kenny, you time him," Cartman says.
"Just relax and let it happen," Kenny says. Stan snorts, and when Kenny looks down at him his smile actually seems geninue, his eyes still closed. Kenny kisses him over the bridge of his nose, alarmed by how satisfying this is, just holding him while he rests, shielding him slightly from what Kyle is about to do to Cartman's balls.
"Go ahead, Kyle," Cartman says. He's toying idly with Butters' cock, both of them watching Kyle raptly as he gets a little closer, lying down on his stomach, propped on his elbows. "My balls don't have long to live. Savor them while you can."
"Cartman," Kyle says, and it's somewhere between a scolding and something more sympathetic. He sighs and puts his hands on Cartman's lumpy thighs, sinking down closer. Kenny can't decide what he wants to see more, that first press of Kyle's tongue to those sweaty balls or Cartman's face when it happens. His eyes flick back and forth between the two, and he can see that Cartman is just as nervous as Kyle, his eyebrows arching as Butters pets his shoulder. Cartman whines when Kyle flicks the tip of his tongue over Cartman's balls, his eyes closed, thumbs twitching on Cartman's thighs.
"Yeah, Kahl," Cartman says, pumping Butters hard now, as if Butters' is a surrogate cock and Cartman is so turned on right now that he needs two of them. "That's it. Don't be shy. Flatten that tongue, bitch. Get 'em nice and wet."
"They're already wet," Kyle says, glowering up at Cartman. "How can you fucking sweat this much? I'm gonna have to clean these things off if you want me to actually suck them."
"Clean them?" Cartman says, his hand going still on Butters and his voice coming out in a squeak. Kenny smirks, because Cartman looks like he just discovered a new and intensely arousing fetish: Kyle cleaning his privates until they're up to his specifications for sucking. Stan lifts his head from Kenny's chest and turns to look at the other end of the bed, frowning a little.
"You want me to get you a soapy washcloth or something?" Stan asks, and Kenny has to bite his tongue hard to keep from laughing, because only Stan would come to Kyle's rescue even now.
"Yeah," Kyle says. "And a dry one, too. Thanks."
"Is this too sweaty for you to suck, Kahl?" Cartman asks, putting his hand around his cock. Kyle eyes it uncertainly as Stan slides off the bed and heads to the bathroom for ball cleaning supplies.
"Dude, your dick has been in Butters' ass," Kyle says. "No way in hell am I putting my mouth on it. No offense, Butters."
"None taken, Kyle," Butters says. He's curled against Cartman's side, humping him while he kisses his neck and shoulder. "I'll put my mouth on it, though, Eric," he says. "If you want."
"You like it when my dick tastes like your snatch, don't you?" Cartman says, almost sweetly, his fingers sliding up and down over the bumps of Butters' spine. Butters grins and writhes against him, nodding. Stan returns from the bathroom with a couple of washcloths and hands them to Kyle, who is still stretched out on his stomach between Cartman's legs, poised for action. Stan straddles Kyle's back and kneads his shoulders like he's helping Kyle prepare for a boxing match.
"Want me to suck you now or wait until he's done cleaning you up?" Butters asks, and Kenny is pretty sure he's only asking because he knows the answer. Cartman's eyes are glued to Kyle as he brings the soapy washcloth down to Cartman's balls, wrapping it around them. Cartman sucks in his breath and looks at Butters like he can't remember what he just said.
"Um, wait a sec – ah, careful, asshole!" Cartman says to Kyle. "You – d-don't have to scrub so – so vigorouslahh, ah, fuck, yeah."
Cartman slumps back, watching Kyle work from under hooded eyelids. Kyle seems contented by this task, concentrating, lifting and separating to clean every crevasse. Stan is quiet, probably thinking about this too much, so Kenny sidles up behind him, straddling Kyle's hips and snugging himself to Stan's back. Stan turns to smile at him, and Kenny runs his hands up and down over Stan's tensed thighs as they watch Kyle work. Cartman is panting, holding his cock out of the way while Kyle works, his other hand digging down into Butters' ass like he needs the heat between Butters' ass cheeks to calm him down. Butters is just moaning softly, drawing patterns on Cartman's pillowy chest with one finger.
"There," Kyle says, tossing the soapy washcloth onto the floor and using the other one to dry Cartman's balls, which are blushing pink from Kyle's attention. Kenny can smell the soap, and he's still trying not to laugh, mostly because of the pleased expression on Kyle's face as he finishes cleaning Cartman, as if he's just reversed an oil spill or something.
"Now," Cartman says, and he's about to burst, Kenny can hear it in his voice. "Now you suck them, Kyle, goddammit – Jesus – suck those fucking balls."
"Shh, I'm doing it," Kyle says, lowering himself down again. Stan's hands have gone still on Kyle's shoulders. Kenny peeks over Stan's shoulder to see if he's hard again, and he's about halfway there, so Kenny puts a hand around him. He expects Stan to flinch or grunt, but Stan sighs and spills back onto him, the tension draining from him as Kenny strokes him, both of them watching Kyle take timid little tastes of Cartman's balls, flicking his tongue across them.
"That's licking, not sucking," Cartman says. He's sweating, fidgeting, really digging into Butters' ass now. Butters is squeaking and pressing back for more, two fingers in his mouth. Kyle opens his mouth wider, his eyes sinking shut as he tries to fit his lips around one of Cartman's balls. Cartman groans and lifts his hips, making Kyle grunt with annoyance.
"Don't smack me in the face with them," Kyle says.
"I'll put my balls wherever I want," Cartman says, starting to lose it, his giant body trembling. "Buh-Butters, okay, when I come, and, uh, I'm about to come, I want you to drink it, okay, drink it all up, don't let Kyle have any."
"Yes, sir," Butters says breathlessly, moaning and slinging one skinny leg across Cartman's belly, humping him desperately now.
"I don't want any!" Kyle says. "And you'd better not get any in my hair!"
"Shut up, Kahl, and suck those balls! That Jew fro would be lucky to have my come in it!"
"You know what?" Kyle says, and for a moment Kenny is afraid that Cartman has spoiled this miracle for himself. Kenny's hand goes still on Stan's cock, and Stan swallows heavily, reaching back to brace his hands on Kenny's thighs. Kenny realizes belatedly that his cock is pressed to the crack of Stan's ass, and that this might be why Stan keeps pushing back against him.
"What, Kyle, what?" Cartman asks, and suddenly he looks like he'll start crying with rage.
"Just shut the fuck up and brace yourself," Kyle says. He gives Cartman a devious look and lowers his head again. Cartman and Butters both go still, watching as Kyle opens as widely as he can, rubs his tongue wetly on Cartman's balls, and then sucks, lewdly and without shame, making a loud suctioning noise. Kenny watches the color rise in Cartman's cheeks, pretty sure that the fact that he's gone completely quiet means he's going to come, but he doesn't actually unload until Kyle makes a low mhmm sound. Cartman moans and jellifies, trembling all over, as if he's been plugged into a low frequency electrical current. Butters takes his cue and leans down to catch what he can in his mouth, licking up the rest, not sparing a drop for Kyle, who doesn't seem to care. Kyle sits up, Kenny and Stan sliding back off of him, and leans into Stan's arms when they close around him.
"Come here," Cartman says, pulling Butters up to him, panting. "Let me taste that." He kisses Butters, moaning and peeking at Kyle. "Yeah, that's good. That's the taste of fucking victory."
"Oh, whatever," Kyle says. "That was my victory. You totally lost your shit in less than two minutes. I barely had to do any work." He holds his hand back and Stan slaps it, snickering.
"I could make you come faster, Kyle!" Cartman says, pointing a finger at him. Butters is mounting Cartman, licking his cheek.
"Somebody should fuck Butters," Kenny says. "I already had my turn, and Cartman just came. Kyle? Stan?"
"Butters should pick," Kyle says.
"So you're actually willing now?" Kenny says, not surprised. "You're in the running?"
"I want to try it on somebody," Kyle says.
"Me," Stan says, squeezing him. "You should try it on me."
"I think I want Stan," Butters says shyly, still clutching at Cartman, who has his arm curled around Butters' girlish waist. "But only if I wear – the outfit."
"Yeah, put that on," Cartman says. He slaps Butters' ass. "You brought the wig and everything, right?"
"The wig?" Stan says. Butters nods, smiling.
"You like fucking chicks, right?" Cartman says, throwing his hand out. Butters has already scampered off the bed, over to the bag that he brought. Stan snorts.
"I don't know," he says. "I'd never been in anyone before Kyle."
"You hadn't?" Kyle says, turning.
"Nuh-uh." Stan sighs and presses back against Kenny. Kenny isn't sure what that means, but he wraps his arms around both of them, squeezing them to him.
- the crazy orgy fic