Webcam

Stretching out on my bed, I close another book and run a hand through my hair, scowling at the tangles.

I pout at my messenger as an invite pops up. I ponder it for a moment, before accepting and studying the list of people in the chat room.

NeedsCaffiene: Hi Kyle.
FucksYouSenseless: Hey dude <3
LovesToSpooge: Kyle!
MienFurerMel: JewRat!
LeaveMeNow: Hey there Kyle.

PassionSucks: Hey guys, I'm busy working so I'm sorry if I dont respond straight away.

MeinFurerMel: Yeah right, you asshole. Change your damn username!

PassionSucks: You first, fatfuck.

FucksYouSenseless: Pah, Kyle's a rotten liar. He's busy masturbating.

PassionSucks: Kenny, *you're* the rotten liar. I'm doing that dissertation we got issued today, the parallel universe one?

LovesToSpooge: Jeez, Kyle. Defensive much?

FucksYouSenseless: I can hear you through the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall, Kyle >:3

MienFurerMel: Just admit it, Jew. You're whacking off next door to Kenny.

LovesToSpooge: Dear lord, again!?

I shake my head, and try concentrating on my thesis, but something else catches my attention.

NeedsCaffiene: AGH! Kyle, you have to be careful, if you do too much masturbating! Something terrible could happen!

FucksYouSenseless: Kyle's hasnt dropped off yet, Tweak, or I'd be really pissed off :3

PassionSucks: BRB

I stand up, leaving the laptop on my desk, and slam my fist on the wall, and open my door, knocking on the door next to my own.

"It's oooooopen!"

I yank the door open. "Kenny, do you have to?"

The blond is sprawled on his own bed, laptop in front of him, smiling happily. "Of course I do, Kyle. Sides, that essay isnt due for a couple of weeks. You're almost done, arent you?"

I lean against the door frame. "Yeah, but....but..."

Kenny grins. "You do know it won't kill you to procrastinate for one night?"

I sigh. "Fine...I'll just go grab my laptop and come in here with you, okay?"

Kenny's grin is a little unsettling. "Of course, Kyle. See you in a few."

I return to my own rooms, and save my work. Spotting the conversation, I frown.

FucksYouSenseless: Kyle's coming in for some fuuuun. Bet I can get his clothes off in ten minutes.

MienFurerMel: $20 says you can't do it in 5mins.

FucksYouSenseless: I have to get him relaxed first, fat-ass. Unlike you, I know foreplay.

LeaveMeNow: Cartman just has sex. There's no foreplay involved D8

LovesToSpooge: Poor Butters. Feel bad for you, man. but at least its nothing to be too worried about, right?

MienFurerMel: AY!

NeedsCaffiene: XD Stan.

Grabbing my laptop, I return to Kenny's room. I smirk at Kenny. "Make the bet $50, and we wont lose."

He raises an eyebrow, and we both laugh.

"You know Cartman wont believe us unless we're on webcam, right?"

I frown, and Kenny grins. "Fine. Go for it."

Kenny giggles, and I settle between his legs, my laptop resting on the desk in front of us.

Kenny smirks, and grabs my chin, pulling me close for a harsh kiss. I smile, and Kenny grabs the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head, his shirt following suit.

"Kenny, wait!" I pant, and he kisses my stomach, yanking my pants down from my waist. Kenny grins, and his face is pressed inches away from mine.

"You do realise Cartman is probably nose-bleeding from all this." He grins, and he snatches a bottle of lotion from the desk.

I whimper as he pours it directly onto my entrance, and I sob as his fingers slide in, roughly pumping in and out of my body. I moan, my hands twisting the sheets as he leans closer, his hand still moving.

"Kyle, you ready?" He whispers, gently nipping at my collarbone.

I nod, and Kenny grins, pulling my hips up. "Okay?"

"Mmmh...I think so." I pull Kenny closer, and he pushes into me, a slow groan all he could respond with.

"Kyle..."

I sob as he lifts my legs, pushing harder and deeper into me, his arms bracing himself above me.

I turn to blink at the laptop, and Kenny grins, panting slightly. "Oh, Cartman's pissing and whining."

"I dont care, sex time Kenny."

The blond laughs, and I pull him down, groaning at the wonderfully full feeling. Kenny sighs, and pulls out of me, slamming his way back inside me.

I scream, head thrown back as he begins to piston within me, his hands holding my hips steady. Kenny slams deeper into my body, and I grumble as he holds himself still inside me, sobbing aloud as I release over our stomachs, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

Kenny slumps on top of me, his hands gently brushing my hair out of my eyes. "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you cry, Kyle."

I blink up at him. "Crying?" I pat at the wetness on my cheeks. "Oh."

He gently kisses my cheek. "Sorry."

Kenny sits up, and I lean across his legs, pulling my laptop in front of me.

A message pops up from Stan, and I blink at it.

LovesToSpooge: You realise Kenny sent the webcam link to all conference members?

I blink. "Kenny?"

"Mmmyeah Kyle?"

"You sent the webcam to everyone?"

"...I did what now?"

I point at the webcam. "Everyone is watching us. And has been watching us for the past......twenty minutes."

Kenny frowns. "Bollocks..."

LovesToSpooge: Thanks, Tweak's getting ideas now. And he wants sound the next time you guys decide to have a viewing.

I moan gently. "Oh lord...Kenny..."

"I...didnt mean to, Kyle. Honest, but look on the bright side."

"What bright side, Kenny!?" I rant. Kenny leans forward to kiss me.

"Cartman is sending us $100 for the show. Says he didnt mean a full damn fucking."

"Uhm, why are we still naked in front of a webcam, Kenny?" I ask, studying Stan's messages about my sex face.

Even Tweak is being ruder than normal. Cartman and Butters have fallen quiet, probably because Cartman's sex-drive is as big as his appetite.

"Becau- uh. Hmm. I dunno." Kenny laughs, and I push him against the wall.

"Put a movie on, Kenny."I sigh, pulling his blanket across our laps.