today’s summer camp activity will be trust falling onto my dick
copy and paste yourself into my bed
“You fucking deserved it!” Kyle said, guilt repressed with anger. He crossed his arms, a small sense of satisfaction filling him at the sight of Kenny on the floor. The guilt from earlier left him. “I don’t know why I let myself even feel even a bit guilty. Fucking perve…” he muttered to himself as he turned from the bathroom, hands closed into fists in agitation.
"But Kye!" He whined again, reaching out for the other boy’s pants leg. "It was the perfect opportunity! You can’t blame me for answering the door when fate came knocking!" One hand grasped Kyle’s pants, the other staying firmly planted against the throbbing pain still radiating through his junk. He didn’t want to take a chance leaving it open again in case the red head decided to take another swing at it."Kye…" He groaned pleadingly.
Kyle gritted his teeth at the words, eyes narrowing as he was touched by the other. I am not cute. He looked at the head on his shoulder to see blue eyes meet his own. Glaring, he turned, pushing the hands off of him. Seeing the smile on Kenny’s face made his anger spike, and before he could stop himself he found himself kneeing the other’s crotch harshly. “Stop acting like fatass you dick! Stan is not my boyfriend and I only get defensive of him because he’s like my brother!”
Aww, he’s so cute when he’s mad. Maybe I should do this more of- Pain ripped through the blonde’s nether regions as as the knee made sharp contact with his groin. His characteristic smile dropped off as hands instinctively moved to cover his assaulted manhood, a noise of agony escaping. “Fuck, Kyle!” He ground out roughly as he dropped to the tiled floor, curling up into a small ball. “Kyle!” He whined out again as he rocked back and forth on the floor. “I need those!” Soft sniffling sounds came from the floor as Kenny looked at the redhead with an accusing look in his eyes.
Kyle turned away from the blond, a bit of anger pulsing through him at the words. So much for his trying to help. Then, “What are you even talking about?” he asked, glancing at Kenny as the other wiped his face. His arms tightened around his chest, ignoring the prior comment as Kenny’s odd sense of humor. He knew the other liked to rile him up but tonight was just too much. Ugh, he just wanted to study then watch a movie. Stupid Kenny and his stupid easily-injured ways… The guilt that filled him at the thought had his eyes scanning the floor again. He took a deep breath. “Just-whatever, dude. Sometimes you act like you hate Stan, sometimes you don’t. I’m still wondering if you guys are fighting secretly or some shit.”
"Nah, dude. We’re cool. I just think that it’s funny you get so defensive every time i mention your boyfriend is all." Kenny turned from the sink, eying the redhead’s tense arms. With a soft hum the blonde stepped closer, both hands reaching up to grab Kyle upper arms before laying his chin on said boy’s shoulder. "But it’s cute~" He laughed softly, palms rubbing up and down against the redheads jacket. He couldn’t remember ever really getting pissed and fighting with Stan over anything, really. Well, excluding a few times. Or maybe Kyle had just started picking up on the fact that Kenny seemed uncomfortable with how close both he and Stan were? He wouldn’t deny that he felt slightly jealous when it came to the two boys relationship, but… He shook off the feeling, face tipping up to smirk at the no-doubt pissed off face of his friend.