Kenny licked his fingers and shifted the sopping piece of bread to his other hand. Cartman looked disgusted at the blatant lack of etiquette the blonde was displaying and threw him a napkin, which he pointedly ignored.

"I thought poor people at least used forks", he asked, mouth still fuzzy from waking up moments ago.

Kenny just shot a honey-filled smile at the larger boy and extended a bread-laden hand, innocently.

"Whan some?"

Cartman just scoffed and reached over the table and started rubbing at Kenny's face with the discarded napkin. Kenny protested loudly, turning his head back and forth while yelling, but he's held in place by Cartman's other hand on his neck.

He eventually stops and lets Eric slide the napkin across his lips, now slow and thoughtful. His thumb fits along the smooth line of Kenny's jaw and he takes his chin, cupping his cheeks with both hands. He brings them back to Kenny's hair and they kiss in Cartman's kitchen in the morning light.

It's sticky and quiet, nothing but lips touching lips. Simple. Sweet.

They separate and Cartman looks across his table, a rickety thing covered with old syrup stains and crumbs imbedded in long deep scratches and he falls in love all over again.