#beeast

“You know...”

In the late hours of the night, their words are heard by none but each other. Whispered exchanges, soft gazes, with the cold kept out by nothing but a few blankets and the heat of their bare bodies. 

His hand reaches up to brush over Eric’s cheek, a featherlike caress by such rough hands. 

“I don’t know if I can be alone again,” 

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Kenny blinked… once, then twice. Leaned to his right until his top half was parallel the ground. After which he repeated this action to the other side. Essentially attempting to inspect his friend from all angles. Hunched up against the wall for a moment Kenny thought of how Cartman reminded him of a sad beach ball. 

Stiffling his laughter he dropped himself beside the other, lounging lazily against the wall. He inspected the bar across the street, the one which didn’t get fooled by their shitty fake I.Ds.

The world is silent, the only thing to be heard the clicking of Kye’s lighter as it brings a flame to the cigarette held between his lips by the open window.

A deep inhale, a hum, and a exhale of smoke into the cold night air.

“Am I not someone to you?” He questions without so much as glancing over.

That’s his spot.

It’s a thought that crosses Kye’s mind as he looks at the seat in question, sat in by none other than Eric Cartman while all the others are busy filled with their friends. He knows he could demand Stan sit on the floor like the dog he is and steal his seat, but his eyes are focused on Eric.

He wants that one.

Nowhere else that will do.

Voices get a little more hushed when he walks past, then resume when he’s gone. What garbage is spewing as topic of discussion doesn’t matter when he’s placing on hand on the arm rest and taking a sip of his beer.

He leans close, voice low.

“Is this seat taken?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Doesn’t even let Eric get up. No, not at all, instead he smirks. That devious little glint in his eyes as he turns around, and with a teasing sway of his hips sits himself right in his lap.

People know better than to stare or question as Kye leans back and relaxes against the brunette in all the best worst ways.

"Is this about how I threw your Xbox in the garbage disposal last night? Or how I burned down the KFC? Wait you didn't know about that did you?" Smirks playfully ,"well now you know."