Chemistry is now my favourite class. Don't argue with me, chemistry is the best thing in life.
Warnings: Smut because somebody asked and I give the people what they want (Unlike SOMEONE... wait, she doesn't even read this. Fuck it.). This has Cursing because like always, I curse too much. (Also, I'm so bad at writing smut, I always have a long ass plot and I'm sorry about that. And then my smut is shit and nobody had any reason to read it.)
Ages: 18 both.
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Butters'/Leopold's POV.

"Hi Ken," I say, opening the door.

He waves, I let him in.

"It's raining! Why did you-?" I ask.

He laughs.

"It's a long story. Let's just say my mom and dad got really fucking mad when they found out what I'm going to be doing with my life. 'But Kenny, you can't write a book. Do you really want to risk your whole life rather than trying to do a stable job?'," Kenny says.

"Oh... I'm sorry that happened but... aren't they just trying to be helpful?" I ask.

"Sure! They can be helpful just when they learn there is a possibility I won't be able to support them! If I had to guess, this is because Kevin immediately got married and had fucking kids when he got a job, so he didn't have to support the little fucks," Kenny says.

"Fuck, I'm speaking a lot," he says.

I nod.

"I mean... it's completely fine... you can speak as much as you want. You're clearly just angry," I say.

"I'm not angry, Butterfly. I'm mainly very fucking frustrated. Don't parents normally support their kids choices?" Kenny asks.

"I don't know... I think so? I'm really not the best person to ask, mom and dad were never really the supportive type. If I tell them that I want to do something, they'll list off the ways I can mess that thing up," I say.

"I completely forgot what fucking assholes your parents are," Kenny says.

"I... well... I wouldn't call them that. I have a stable home at least. That counts as something," I say.

"Even if it counts, it shouldn't be something you have to say. You're basically saying, 'Well, they do the bare minimum a parent should do.'," Kenny says.

"But that's just it. I haven't got much to say. I've always had food on the table and I had the basic rights a child is allowed. I have absolutely nothing to say about the issue. If I don't like the way I was raised, at least nothing violated human rights," I say.

"You are not being fucking serious. Are you?" Kenny asks.

"I'm as serious as it gets," I say.

"You deserve the fucking world, Butterfly! Yet you got nothing! Your mom tried to fucking kill you. If that's not a human rights violation I don't know what is!" Kenny says

"That's... incredibly kind of you. Nobody... nobody has ever said something so kind to me, not where it's actually believable," I say.

Kenny takes a deep breath.

"I always thought that you were fucking awesome," he says.

"Really? That's so sweet of you!" I say.

"It's probably why I started to like you so much," Kenny says.

I can't help actually freezing on the spot.

"That sounds like something you tell everyone and their dog," I say.

"Where does this 'Kenny is attracted to dogs' fucking come from? Everyone I have ever seriously liked has said that goddamn sentence!" Kenny says.

"It's just something you say when something is old news. Like when you came out. Everyone and their dog already had known since you started being good friends with Bebe and you both started singing 'It's raining men'. Everyone just knew. We thought about it beforehand but that moment clicked it and then you came out... a year later," I say.

He smiles.

"You were basically in the same situation when you were dating Stan," Kenny says.

"No, I came out by dating him. Nobody thought about it before it happened and both Stan and I were off the shelf of straight dudes. It was actually our strategy," I say.

"Remember Kyle's coming out?" Kenny asks.

I nod. He takes a step back, as if to walk into the room.

"I like dudes, thank you, continue!" Kenny says, almost as loud as Kyle did when he came out.

He smiles at me, getting a bit closer. I immediately look down at the floor.

"Look, it's never been hard for me to tell anyone what I feel. Hell, you know that," Kenny says.

"Yeah, I do," I say.

"It's basically just that... I've spend so much time with you that I think you fucking rock," he says.

"That's how people work. We are likelier to like someone, platonically or romantically, if we spend a lot of time with that person," I say.

"Nerd," he says.

He takes a deep breath.

"I'm pretty sure I could say that I have fucked many people but that's very obvious. You know that, obviously... I am more about the fact, I don't know how to handle actually liking someone, I really haven't," Kenny says.

"That's fine, I don't know about anything either. Everything is even newer to me than you, I can tell you that," I say.

We kiss. It's funny how the movies say that there is supposed to be fireworks.

"I-I," I say, pulling away from him.

"We can take things slow," he says.

I kiss him again, wrapping my hands around his neck to hold on. I can literally feel him pull me closer, quite easily. It, like I'm pretty sure everything Kenny does, turns more and more sexual by the second.

"You sure?" Kenny asks.

I nod. He nods back before putting me against a wall.

"Why-?" I ask.

"It's easier for me if you have a surface behind you, I don't know why," Kenny says.

"Oh ok-A-y," I say.

He just had to bite my neck when I was speaking!

"Aw. How did you manage to make that cute?" Kenny asks.

"Kyle says I'm a n-A-turall-Y- adorable pers-O-n," i say.

"That you certainly are," Kenny says.

The sudden realization of the fact I was scared he wanted sex so I didn't really want to confess... well, past me is probably really disappointed in me.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Kenny asks.

He helps my hands up to get my shirt off.

"I was r-E-ally scared of confessing to you in case we ended up just h-A-ving sex and then you'd st-A-rt moving along," I say.

"Where does this stigma come from? I have the up most respect for anyone i sleep with and make sure they know it's a one-off, if I think it's a one-off," Kenny says.

"Wait. Really?" I ask.

"Yup, absolutely," Kenny says.

This time he gets to the jeans.

"Oh I swear to God, if anyone else in any universe wears jeans, I'll murder them," Kenny says.

He is surprising quick about it.

"Have you ever like-?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah," I say.

"I was expecting a no but okay," Kenny says.

He gets my boxers off. I look as far away as possible, meaning starring to the left, up at the ceiling.

"You still okay with this?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah," I say.

I can tell when he takes the dick into his mouth. As expected of him, he is immediately really good.

"F-Fuck," I say.

I can tell that he knows what that means but he doesn't come. When I do finish, we finally gets up, shallowing.

"Didn't take you for the type to curse-," Kenny says.

"I do. But mostly while raging at Mario Kart," I say.

"So do we switch places?" Kenny asks.

"Sure?" I ask.