Stripper thing. I don't know what my life has become. I'm running out of ideas, it's late, I want to die, people know about the things I thought to be my private things I could love and want to kill the joy.
Warnings: Cursing and obviously sexual slightly. It's not like its stripper things or smut because I cannot write that shit, I barely know anything about pole dancing, which is a whole other thing from stripping. Also talk about trauma's because who does want their babies to hurt like hell.
Ages: 19 all.
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Kenny's POV.

"I'm out," Kyle says as soon as the others explain the stripper thing.

"Come on, Kyle. It's gonna be fun," Stan says.

"Shut up," Kyle says.

He puts his face into his hands, mouthing words he doesn't say, something he does while thinking.

"I'm in," Stan says, laughing.

"I would have thought you wouldn't be into the idea with how vanilla you are," Bebe says.

"I'm actually really into the idea, to be honest," Stan says.

"Why? Why are you into it?" Kyle asks.

"I've lost all shame," Stan says.

"I'm in, I guess," I say.

"Okay then, fine, I'm in," Kyle says.

"What?" Stan asks.

"I'm in," Kyle says.

He shrugs and takes his hoodie off.

"'Gotta be comfortable with your scars'," Kyle says in a very annoying voice.

"I guess so," I say.

I take my parka off, looking at my arm. It's nothing big but over the years, my back has become a fucking thing of nightmares, full of scars.

"Am i literally the only one that hasn't been in an accident that caused scars? Other than my side?" Stan asks.

Kyle smiles.

"Yeah but your side is really bad. Hey, come here, I need to look at it to see how it is going," Kyle says.

Stan walks to him and Kyle puts a hand on his side. Stan jumps, maybe more out of trauma than the pain. So I would assume.

"It's going to be okay, breathe," Kyle says.

I'm really glad for my boyfriends sometimes. They're both such beautiful boys.

"I-I'm fine. Yeah, fine, I don't think it's bad or anything, it's just sort of really fucking jumpy with it," Stan says.

"It's not going to kill you," Kyle says.

Stan nods.

"Yeah... it didn't," he says.

He sounds glad as well as rather enlightened, as he just now realised that it didn't kill him.

"I'm still-still taking it all in. I'm not dead," he says.

"Wow. Such a huge difference between life and dead. How didn't you notice you're fucking alive?" Kyle asks.

"It takes a while. It took you a long time to even say that your last relationship happened. It's understandable that Stan has the sudden realisation of him not being dead," I say.

"I know that. I just thought he realised it already, we literally talked about it the other day," Kyle says.

"It's... I don't know. I know I'm alive, obviously, but I'm just realising how much less it would effect my life if I didn't let it. It's not actually what I am... I'm more than what has happened to me," Stan says.

I nod.

"That was weird to realise for me as well. But when the realisation hits, it hits hard. The fact you're not actually one traumatic experience. Not being shoot, not a car accident, not an abusive relationship, you're always much more," I say.

"When did you become Kyle?" Stan asks.

"HEY! Making speeches has nothing wrong with it at all, I am going to promise you that," Kyle says.

"I was joking. It's cute," Stan says.

"I agree," I say.

"You do realise I'm tall enough to beat both of your asses?" Kyle asks.

"You do realise I'm three times faster than you and would get away from that rather easily?" I ask.

"You go realise i'm... very average and have nothing special to me?" Stan asks.

"You're stronger than both of us when thought of by size. Because you're basically a fucking ant," Kyle says.

"Aw, I'm an insect that's piss is absolutely delicious. Thank you," Stan says.

"You've drank the piss of an ant?" Kyle asks.

"It's really fucking good," I say.

"And you thought the exact same when the cats were going on and that didn't end well for you now did it," Kyle says.

"But ant piss is actually delicious. I wouldn't recommend taking too much but it's okay in small amounts," Stan says.

I nod.

"It's really fucking sweet and then turns good," Stan says.

"I need a recording of you saying you actually like ant piss. I need to laugh my ass off at this some night," Kyle says.

"It's scientifically good," I say.

Kyle laughs.

"No really, Kenny and I do it at the time. Come with us, we can share a stick," Stan says.

"That gives the wrong impression," I say.

"Not all the time, we do it every now and again," Stan says.

"I really do need you saying you like ant piss on record," Kyle says.

He puts his phone's recording thingy on... what is it? Voice notes?

"I like ant piss, I'm not afraid to admit it," Stan says.

"We went from stripping to trauma to ant piss really quickly," I say.

"We sure did but I absolutely needed a recording on him saying he likes ant piss," Kyle says.

"I need that as well, you can edit it," I say.

Kyle laughs.

"So doing that. I know what you want me to do," Kyle says.

I kiss him.

"Good for you," I say.

Kyle smiles at me before putting his phone down and giving Stan a kiss.

"Do I get a kiss from my piss eating partner?" I ask.

"You're not making fun of it, you introduced me to that shit," Stan says.

We kiss each other while Kyle gets our stuff ready for the day.

"Thank you, Kyle," I say.

Kyle laughs, loudly.