Sunny Daysth

by HumongousSquishy

Summary:

With the aid of his brand new medicine, Nice Butthead has come to confront a deeply held secret within his heart: that he's hopelessly in love with his best friend, Beavis.

Chapter 1: Awkward

Summary:

Beavis reckons with this newer, nicer version of Butthead.

Notes:

This is my first fic. I'm hoping to finish it in its entirety, but it's pretty long in my brain already, so I guess I'll slowly work on it one chapter at a time.

I really enjoy writing Butthead with a more pronounced lisp, and hope you'll enjoy the flavor it brings to reading his dialogue.

- HS

     It had been about a week since Butthead confessed his love to Beavis, and about a month since Butthead had first started his medicine.  

  

     He really used to be awful to his friend. Er, crush, he realized, in retrospect...  

  

     Neither boy had really grown up with any positive influences in their lives, and Butthead in particular had learned to mask his real emotions behind aggression. Beavis was simpler, operating purely on impulse. A slave to his whims and fancies, however temporary.  

  

     After starting the medicine, Butthead noticed that certain things in his life felt less important, and that things that used to anger him were now met with a sort of apathy. No longer did he feel the compulsion to mask how he was truly feeling; he finally felt safe enough in his own mind to privately confront something that had been nagging at the back of his brain ever since he was little: that he was hopelessly in love with his best friend. 

  

     Beavis wasn’t taking the news well. He was jumpier than usual around Butthead, seemingly afraid of setting him off and getting his ass kicked again. Butthead figured his friend would need some time to adjust to this new side of him. But after a few days had passed, Butthead was starting to feel hurt that Beavis didn’t believe he was really in love with him. 

  

     He watched his friend out of the corner of his eyes as they sat together on the couch watching tv. Beavis was, as usual, chewing his fingernails and picking at his eyebrows nervously. He was trembling and fidgeting with his legs more than usual, though, and Butthead figured there was something on his mind. 

  

“Huh huh huh… Thisth show sucksth. Uhh, mind if I change it?” 

  

     Beavis looked down at the floor and just shrugged. 

  

“Hehem... I guess so...” 

  

     He didn’t seem to be paying attention, either. Butthead flipped through a few channels, not really searching for anything in particular.  

  

“Uhhh... ‘M hungry. Huh huh. How about we go get some nachosth? Like, I’m buying~” 

  

     Butthead wasn’t really hungry, but he knew Beavis would always be down for a trip to the Maxi Mart. Beavis hid a smile and nodded. 

  

“Hmhmh heh... yeah, um, sounds cool!! Hehehe cheesy~” 

  

     Soon, the pair was walking down the sidewalk in the direction of the snacks. The last rays of the hot September sun were starting to descend beneath the horizon, leaving streaks of pink and orange painted across the sky. It would be getting colder soon, as the school year progressed. Butthead breathed in a breath of fresh air, and smiled to himself. Before the medicine, he’d be so worked up about Beavis possibly being upset with him. Now, though, he knew Beavis would tell him what was up when he was ready. 

Notes:

I really do think that if Beavis hadn't slapped Butthead's medicine out of his hands and forced him to throw them up, Butthead would have probably realized he was in love.

Beavis is a simple enough character: Canonically he's down to go with whatever Butthead wants, and I have no trouble believing that he'd be willing to score with Butthead if Butthead propositioned him. I personally headcanon that Beavis has always been in love with Butthead, but as they aged into teenaged-hood, he just pretended to like chicks because Butthead placed so much importance on it. I do think Beavis would be pansexual where any hole's the goal, but the only person he even remotely cares about is Butthead.

Butthead's character, however, is layered mostly in male posturing and bravado. In the series, you can even see him slip a few times, only to smack Beavis or make fun of him to try and save face. He's clearly very repressed and harbors a lot of internalized homophobia as a result of just being raised by the tv in the 80s and 90s. It's obvious they're in love with each other and there are many episodes pointing this out, though I don't think it was intentionally written to be that way. I think Butthead remaining on the aggression medicine would cause him to become more introspective and affectionate with Beavis.

As much as I love how toxic Beavis was in the Nice Butthead episode (where he didn't want Butthead to be better, and just wanted him to act the way he always had), I wanted to make this fic to explore Butthead a little more, and perhaps see Beavis get used to the idea of Butthead being more well-adjusted and less violent.

Chapter 2: Nachosth

Summary:

Butthead knows that he can get Beavis to open up about his feelings if he buys him a snack, so the pair head over to Maxi Mart.

     Butthead held the door open for his blonde friend with a smile, but Beavis simply avoided eye contact and went straight for the fruity whip machine. He chose the blue flavor, of course, and even got a red one for Butthead, who was pleasantly surprised. Maybe Beavis was coming around after all...? 

  

     Butthead’s cheeks flushed as he went over to the nacho stand, heaping a good pile of cheese onto both mountains of chips in the little checkered nacho boats. He took the nachos and stood patiently at the register, waiting for Beavis, who approached soon after. Butthead noticed Beavis was standing close to him, and he couldn’t tell if he was actually standing closer, or if this is how close Beavis always stood to him, and he was making a big deal out of nothing. His arm brushed against Beavis’ as he fished the loose cash out of his pockets to pay for their meal, and his heart fluttered. 

  

     The boys headed back in the direction they came, except Beavis made a left to go to the park, instead of walking straight ahead in the direction of Butthead’s house. Butthead got a sinking feeling in his stomach as he followed his crush. Shit. He hoped Beavis wasn’t about to break off their friendship, or give him another spiel about how he should stop taking his medicine so he could go back to being the way he was before. 

  

     Beavis sat in their usual fashion: on the right side of the bench, and Butthead took his position on the left. The two munched on chips for a long while. Butthead felt his stomach tying itself up in knots, but he forced himself to eat and maintain composure. He remembered to take a few silent, deep breaths, as well. There was probably nothing to worry about. Him and Beavis had been friends for so long, why would Beavis end it now?  

  

“Hehehem.” 

  

“Huh huh huh...” 

  

     A past version of Butthead would have probably started cracking jokes or demeaning Beavis to fill the silence; maybe he’d even punch him to get him to stop being so quiet and pay attention to whatever Butthead was saying. But this Butthead let the silence fill the air between them. He looked up, and saw one or two stars pin-pricked through a periwinkle sky as dusk slowly set in.  

 

     Beavis kicked at a rock on the ground and kept his eyes laser focused on his empty fruity whip. 

  

“I always liked yeh. Hehehem. From th’ moment I, like... knew what crushes even were...” 

  

     Butthead froze. His breath caught in his throat and red flushed his cheeks. He almost didn’t hear Beavis at first, he was speaking so quietly. He forced himself to listen. 

  

“An’ like... I was gonna tell yeh, y’know... hmhmh... someday, or somethin’. Heh. Hehehh... But then yeh started takin’ those pills, an’ yer different now, an’ I dunno how ta feel about that. Hmhehm” 

  

     More silence. A cool breeze blew through the park and made all the little hairs on Butthead’s arms and neck stand up on end . 

  

“But then, yeh’ve just looked so happy recently... hmhmhmh heh... An’ I like seein’ yeh happy. An’ not as stressed. An’ yeh don’t kick my ass as much, which rules!! Hehehem~ um, an’ I guess I’m learnin’ to like this New Butthead, too.” 

  

     Beavis looked over at his companion, fierce green eyes piercing right into Butthead’s soul.  

  

     Butthead wanted to shy away, but he couldn’t. He’d never seen Beavis look this convicted before, and he was hanging on to every single word that passed through his crush’s jagged teeth. This was the first time either of their faces had been so close before, and now, they were finally allowed to actually stare at each other, without having to cover up their intentions with macho bravado. Butthead noticed that Beavis had a light spattering of delicate freckles all over his face, and they stole his breath away. 

  

     Beavis gulped, and was the first one to break eye contact, but only briefly; he looked around the park for any lingering eyes, but he and Butthead were all alone. Shyly, he looked back, and reached a trembling, clammy hand towards Butthead’s, gently intertwining their fingers. 

  

     Butthead couldn’t help but gasp softly. Was this real, or was it all just a wonderful dream?? The two boys stared into each other's eyes while completely red in the face.  

  

     After a while, Beavis said nothing else, waiting with bated breath for a response... 

  

     Finally, a minute or so later, Butthead broke the tense silence. 

  

“Huh huh huh... Are... are yeh sthayin’ yeh still wanna be friendsth with me, or are yeh... Huh huh... Uhhhh, y’know… sthayin’ yeh wanna be sthomethin’ more...?”  

  

     His heart felt like it was going to pound right out of his chest. Butthead wanted to run away, to hide before he could get rejected by Beavis. He already had been once before, and he wasn’t sure his heart could bear for it to happen again. 

  

     Before he could worry too much, Beavis interrupted his thoughts by leaning in and kissing Butthead right on the lips. 

Notes:

Everything after this chapter takes a more sexual turn: if you're uncomfortable with that, I wouldn't recommend reading further. It has been wonderful sharing these chapters with you, if my journey with you would end here. I truly hope you enjoyed your time reading this fic.

For anyone else who decides to stick around, thank you. I hope you will enjoy what I have to offer. I think Beavis and Butthead has a lot to explore in terms of what it was like to be queer in the 70s/80s/90s, and not realize that there were words to describe who you were or how you felt. That era was full of repression and denial because you simply weren't allowed to feel what was deemed taboo or unacceptable, and I see so much of myself in the way these boys behaved throughout the original run of the series. I think there's something significant to be explored with Beavis and Butthead's dynamic, especially when Butthead's aggression would stop getting in the way of his true feelings.

- HS

Chapter 3: The Talk

Summary:

Beavis finally seems to have come around to Butthead's affections, and in this chapter, the boys explore their very first kiss.

     The world came to a shuddering halt around Butthead. Was this actually happening?? Beavis was kissing him!? Beavis was kissing him!!! And it was really... nice!  

  

     Before Butthead had time to process that he was forgetting to kiss back, Beavis pulled away, averting his gaze and looking dejected. 

  

“S... sorry ‘bout that... Hehehm... I guess yeh don’t still feel th’ same w—!” 

  

     Butthead pulled Beavis by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. Passionately . Beavis’ squiggly brows flew to the top of his forehead for a moment, before he too was kissing back with needy ferocity. The boys’ soft lips danced back and forth as they explored each other for the first time. When they played Truth or Dare in the past, kissing back was NOT allowed, and now they could kiss with reckless abandon. Butthead could feel Beavis’ trembling breath against his face, and he pushed back harder, as if to reassure him this was what he really wanted.  

  

     Suddenly, they heard the crunch of leaves, and both boys pulled away and composed themselves as fast as they were capable. Butthead’s heart was in his ears as he looked around to see if they got caught, and then let out a sigh of relief when a scraggly rat appeared out of some well- manicured park bushes in front of them.  

  

     Beavis followed suit, relaxing his shoulders when he realized no one saw them. The park’s streetlights flickered on as the sun set over the sticky September sky. 

  

“Heheehm... That was close~ hehe, um... but it was like, really nice Butthead! Hehehm.” 

  

     He turned and smiled radiantly at Butthead, who smiled back and scooted closer to Beavis on the bench. 

  

“Uh, huhuhh, like, let’sth go sthomewhere a little more private~ huh huh huh...” 

  

     Butthead knew the walk back home was likely to kill the mood, so he took Beavis’ hand and led him around the back of the bench into more bushes, where they were obscured from view. They would sit in these spacious bushes all summer, spying on couples who would stop to make out on the bench; and now it was finally their turn.  

  

     Beavis looked at Butthead, and admired the way the speckled shadows of the bush illuminated his crush. 

  

“Ummm heh... so... yeh really like me... Huh?” 

  

     Butthead nodded and scooted close. He reached for Beavis’ dirty hands and took them in his own, no longer afraid to touch or hold his friend. A past version of him would have tried to cover up his affections with violence.  

  

“Huh huh huh, uhhhh... yeah ~ HUH HUH HUH!!” 

  

     God, it felt so good to get this all out there. Butthead couldn’t recall a time where he wasn’t constantly shoving down his feelings, and now he finally felt safe enough to actually face—and voice—them.  

  

“I like... Kind of wanna kissth you again...” 

  

     He raised an eyebrow at Beavis. Beavis giggled shyly and blushed, but leaned forward and puckered his lips.  

  

     This time, the boys also experimented with holding each other gently as they kissed. Butthead wrapped his arms all the way around Beavis’ slender frame, and Beavis clutched the collars of Butthead’s canary yellow polo and pulled him close. Neither boy was particularly good at kissing, and they made wet smacking sounds as they slobbered all over each other's faces.  

  

     It hardly mattered, though. Once they got started, Butthead didn’t ever want to stop. Soft moans escaped needy lips, and soon Butthead found himself instinctually pulling Beavis over to straddle his lap. 

  

”Ohhh Beavisth...”  

  

”Butthead... hehehem...”  

  

     Butthead could feel something stiffening up and poking into his belly, and he blushed. Of course, it wasn’t only Beavis that popped a stiffy, and Butthead soon had one to match.  

  

     The boys rutted against each other with strained shorts that were aching for release. Butthead started to feel hot all over his body, and color flushed his face as beads of sweat formed on his brow. Beavis was in the same boat; he pulled away from Butthead, biting his lip, and gave him the sexiest bedroom eyes Butthead had ever seen. Beavis really wanted him! They pressed their sweaty foreheads together and started humping each other in earnest. 

 

Notes:

Has anyone else noticed the way the boys don't seem to touch each other at all in a neutral manner, except to fight? Especially in the older series. They only hit, punch, or kick each other. And then in Nice Butthead, when Butthead put his hand on Beavis' shoulder, it looked like he was flinching, expecting to get smacked. I really think that episode revealed a lot about the true nature of their relationship.

Question for anyone who reads these end notes: I am rather new to this website. Is it customary to add tags as the story progresses, or would that be considered a spoiler of sorts? I want to respect the rules of AO3 but I admit the tags have the possibility of spoiling larger arcs if someone reads from the beginning.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed another chapter. I hope to continue this for as long as I can.

- HS

Chapter 4: Closer

Summary:

Dry humping in the bushes isn't as comfortable as the boys expected, so they decide to take things back to Butthead's.

Notes:

In the original run of the show, it's made very clear that the house with the tv and couch belongs to Butthead and his mom. I'm not sure why the writers decided to change that in Do The Universe. Perhaps it had been so long since they'd seen their own show that they simply forgot the details they peppered throughout the series. To their credit, there are a LOT of episodes in the 90s run.

Just a reminder for those who may be following along with the story as it updates: this chapter is where things take a more sexual turn, and if you are uncomfortable with that, I would advise against reading further.

     The sound of soft moans and heavy breathing filled the air around Beavis and Butthead as they sloppily ground their crotches against one another. The branches of the bush were kind of prickly, though, and the rocky ground beneath them was starting to hurt Beavis’ knees. Butthead pulled himself off Beavis’ neck and cradled his face in his hands. As much as he hated to interrupt the moment, this bush wasn’t much better than the park bench. Looks like his plan to not ruin the mood wasn’t working out so well, after all. 

  

“Uhhh huhuhh... Like... Wanna take thisth back to my placthe?”  

  

“Hehem yeah, YEAH!! But um, won’t yer mom be home or somethin’?” 

  

“Uhhhhh... no. Huh huh huh. She told me yesterday she’d be back in like, two weeksth or sthomething. Huh huh. Stho... I kinda have th’ whole placthe to myself...” 

  

“Hmhmhm heh, are yeh askin’ me to spend th’ night?? Heheheheh know what ‘m sayin’?”  

  

     Butthead’s face flushed when he realized the implications of what Beavis was suggesting. He shyly leaned forward and pecked Beavis on the lips with a smile.  

  

“Huhuhh, uhh, maybe~ ” 

  

“Heheh, yeh really mean it??” 

  

     Butthead responded with another kiss. The boys softly made out for a moment before pulling away and staring into each other's eyes. 

  

“Like, let’sth get outta here. Huh huh huh.” 

  

     When they emerged from the bush, the sky had turned completely black, with only a few stars speckling the sky above them. Butthead breathed in the fresh, humid air, and sighed happily. This night was, like, magical, or something. He was trying his very best to memorize all of it.  

 

     He even found himself a little nervous. Sure, Beavis was his best friend, and the two knew everything about each other, but when actually confronted with the possibility of scoring... It was a lot of pressure. In the past, Butthead had always talked a big game of knowing how things worked to Beavis, but it was just male posturing. In reality, though, he had no clue how two dudes would score with each other. Like, logistically. Beavis was never the judging type, though, and that made Butthead feel a little better. 

  

     They didn’t dare hold hands on their walk home, even if they really wanted to, for fear of onlookers. The boys didn’t have a lot of smarts, but even they knew better than to act queer in Highland. 

  

     Once inside Butthead’s house, the boys nervously stood in the doorway for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. 

  

     It was Beavis who ended up making the first move, by reaching out and gently taking Butthead’s hand. That felt nice. Butthead smiled to himself before realizing he no longer had to hide his smiles from Beavis anymore. He looked over, beaming.  

  

“Huh huh huh, um, we might, like, be more comfier on th’ couch~” 

  

     Beavis returned the look and squeezed Butthead’s hand. 

  

“Heheh, yeah that like, makes sense!! Hehehem” 

  

     Butthead led them both over to the couch, where they assumed their usual positions instinctively. They sat much closer together this time, though. Pink in the face, Butthead gently stroked Beavis’ hand with his thumb. 

  

“Thisth isth really nicthe... Huh huh huh...” 

  

     He looked down at their intertwined fingers, and part of him still couldn’t believe this was happening. Beavis leaned his head on Butthead’s shoulder and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. 

  

“Hmhmh heh... um, I like... Always wanted to do this... hehem... An’ now I finally can!!” 

  

     God, Beavis was cute. How long had he been pining over Butthead, waiting patiently for him to figure out his own feelings? Butthead ruminated on this for a second, and then remembered he could just ask. 

  

“Huh huh huh... Y... yer really cute, Beavisth...” Butthead’s cheeks warmed up. “Uhhh, like... how long have yeh liked me...?” 

  

     Beavis leaned up and boldly kissed Butthead’s red cheek. 

  

“Uhmm heh... Like, since we were little, I guess... Hehehem... so uhhhh, fer like, a long time? Hehehe~” 

  

“Whoa... huh huh... That’sth like, a REALLY long time, or sthomething. Huh huh huh.” 

  

“Yeah!! Hmhmh heh but like, it was worth th’ wait!” 

  

     Beavis threw his arms around Butthead and nuzzled him close. He was just so excited they could be together! Everything finally felt like it made sense in the world. It felt right. He inhaled his friend’s scent, and hummed, content.  

  

     Butthead sighed happily, and for a while, the boys just spent time cuddling on the couch in front of the tv. For the first time in his life, Butthead didn’t feel like he needed to score right away. This little moment they were sharing was everything he could have dreamed of. They had all the time in the world to explore each other, and take things as slowly as they wanted. 

  

     Beavis gently rubbed Butthead’s soft arm, tracing circles and patterns idly. He smiled to himself, and his heart refused to stop its circus routine of flips and twirls inside of his rib cage. 

  

“Th... this is really nice, Butthead. Hehehem.” 

  

“Huh huh, yeah, it isth~” he sighed again.  

 

“Hehehem, like, hold me, bunghole~” 

 

     Beavis crawled into Butthead’s lap and nuzzled his face into the crook of Butthead’s neck, giggling happily. Butthead felt Beavis melt and relax into his body, and he wrapped his arms all the way around in an embrace. 

  

     It was nice to touch Beavis like this. Before the medicine, Butthead remembered they’d only touch each other to be violent; anything else was simply Not Okay for the two of them to do. You could only touch Beavis if you were going to hit him. Anything else would be, well... 

 

     ...And yet, he still had treasured memories of them cuddling in bed together when they were younger. He couldn’t really remember when he started to pull away from his friend; when he started hiding parts of himself. When his feelings got too big and too confusing, so he locked them away, unable to face anything that threatened to break his masculine facade.   

 

     Butthead rubbed Beavis’ back up and down, so caught up in his own head that he didn’t notice the way his more-than-friend was getting hot and bothered from the sensual contact. 

  

Huff huff huff  

  

“Mmhhh...” 

 

     Beavis’ moan snapped Butthead back into reality: there on his lap sat this beautiful blonde boy who looked really damn horny. His eyelids were half closed, begging for attention and physical affection. Butthead could see the way Beavis’ entire face flushed with arousal... For him.  

  

“Butthead...”  

  

     Without a second thought, Butthead leaned forward and kissed Beavis, who moaned in response. His hands crept up underneath Beavis’ shirt, exposing his soft body. 

  

“Aaahh~! Ohhh~”  

  

     Beavis gasped, and Butthead moved his head lower to start sucking on his neck. 

  

“Is thisth okay? Huh huh huh~”  

  

“YES!! Hehehem oh my god!”  

  

     Butthead’s tongue flicked out from between his lips and dragged its way up Beavis’ neck, tasting the sweat the summer heat had left on freckled, pale skin.  When he ran out of neck, he found himself gently sucking on his ear lobe. Hearing how turned on Beavis was really boosted Butthead’s self-confidence. It felt good to want, and to be wanted in return. The boys reclined on the couch together, with Butthead on top of Beavis, whose legs opened wide and welcomed him. 

  

“Uhnnn... huh huh... Beavisth... Thisth feelsth stho good...”  

  

     Beavis wrapped his legs around Butthead’s hips, pulling him down close so they could hump each other again. Their lips locked over and over, and curious tongues swirled around, tasting each other. Sweat beaded their bodies, and Beavis whined eagerly, straining in his shorts when Butthead slipped his hand up the front of his shirt, and helped him peel it off. Butthead pulled his own shirt off too—it was only fair—and he laid down on top of Beavis so they could have as much skin touching each other as possible. 

  

Huff huff  

   

“Uhnn... Beavisth...”  

   

“Butthead~!! I’ve wanted this fer so long...”  

  

     Butthead worked a hickey (his very first!) right onto Beavis’ pretty neck, grunting and straining as he rubbed himself against his crush. His shorts felt like they were going to split open, there was so much pressure building up in his gut. Beavis screamed and moaned his name, which just encouraged Butthead to keep going. Faster and faster and faster. The two locked eyes and desperately panted into each other's mouths. God, Beavis looked incredible. His brow was glistening with sweat, and his emerald eyes had clouded over with arousal. There was something primal in the way he looked at Butthead.  

  

     They kissed again, but this time, Beavis gently bit Butthead’s upper lip, and that pushed him over the edge. 

  

“UHUHUHHH~!!!”  

  

     Butthead came right in his shorts as his ears started ringing, and stars burst in his vision. 

  

 “OH MY GOD, BEAVISTH!!!”  

  

     The polite brunette’s trembling body didn’t stop humping against Beavis’ boner for the entire duration of his orgasm. Beavis wasn’t far behind, and exploded shortly after. It was the most beautiful thing Butthead had ever seen: he watched as Beavis threw his head back into the cushions and cried out his name, shaking and seizing underneath his body as he rode out wave after wave of pleasure. His hips rolled, milking every single sensation he could manage before finally collapsing back in a huff. 

 

Chapter 5: Butthead's Bed

Summary:

Dry humping on the couch is nice, but the boys decide to go somewhere more private.

Notes:

I wanted to celebrate the season 3 reboot trailer dropping. I am so excited to see the new season! The trailer had so many good clips, and revitalized my love of the boys. Sorry for so long between chapters.

- HS

Beavis and Butthead were a writhing, sweaty, messy heap for the duration of their well-timed climaxes. Butthead finally collapsed on top of Beavis, who wrapped his arms around him possessively as they both tried to regain their breathing.  

   

“Hehehem... Oh my GOD...”  

   

Butthead propped himself up on his elbows and beamed at Beavis.  

   

“Huhuhh... did that just happen???”  

   

Beavis grabbed Butthead’s face and smooched it all over.  

   

“Ahaha!!! Heheemm Butthead!!! Th-that was th’ coolest thing ever!!”  

   

“Huh huh yeah, it RULED!!!”  

   

The boys cuddled on the cushions and basked in the glow of their post orgasm hazes together. Beavis was all smiles, and Butthead couldn’t keep himself from gently kissing Beavis’ neck every so often.  

   

“Uhmmm heh... So, like... hehem... What does this make us...?”  

   

Butthead perked up and batted his eyelashes.  

   

“Huh huh huh... Uhhhhh, what do you want it to be, Beavisth~?”  

   

“Hehehem... Um...” Beavis turned a dark shade of red, “Heheh, I like... I kinda wanna be boyfriends...”  

   

Butthead’s heart stopped, and he looked at Beavis with an excited, gummy smile.  

   

“HUH HUH YESTH~!!! Let’sth be boyfriendsth!!! Oh Beavisth~”  

   

He threw his arms around his boyfriend and rocked side to side on the couch happily. Beavis laughed, too. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening!! He never thought he’d get to a point where he’d confess his love to Butthead, and he definitely didn’t think they’d ever get to date like a real couple!  

   

“Ohohohhhh hehehem~ this is... this is like a dream come true!!!”  

   

“Huh huh huh, I KNOW!!! ‘M stho happy right now~”  

   

Butthead smoothed back some of Beavis’ sweaty curls and leaned in for another kiss. Beavis, of course, eagerly deepened it, moaning excitedly.  

   

“Butthead~”  

   

“Beavisth...”  

   

As much as the boys wanted to start another round of making out, neither could deny how gross the feeling of their sticky shorts was against their skin, and they reluctantly pulled away.  

   

“Huh huh, uhhh, let’sth like, change into sthomethin’ more comferble~”  

   

“Hehe yeah, okay~”  

   

Hand in hand, Butthead led Beavis to his room, leaving their shirts behind on the couch. It felt so different to have Beavis in his room now. Way more… intimate, he supposed. It was one thing to hang out with Beavis in his room reading comics, or sleeping over in the same bed the way they did when they were younger. Even in the rare times they slept over at this age, it was usually because Beavis was too much of a wuss to walk home in the dark after watching a horror movie, and they slept back-to-back. Now that they were romantically involved, though, Butthead almost felt a little bit of pressure. For once in his life, he regretted not tidying his room up a little bit more.  

   

They stood together in front of Butthead’s bed awkwardly, and silence hung in the stale room, suspending them in time. The sudden implications of being alone in a bedroom together hung like an albatross draped over their necks.  

   

“Huh huh, uhhh, I guessth yeh can borrow some a my clothesth...”  

   

That would be cute. Butthead had always been a little bit bigger than Beavis. He was excited to see the way his clothes would hang over his boyfriend’s slender frame. He rummaged around in his bare dresser to find some old clothes for Beavis to wear and chose a ratty Nirvana tee that was too big, even for him.   

 

Beavis took some fresh underwear and the shirt from Butthead, looking at him quizzically.  

   

“Uhmmm heh... Yeh got any shorts fer me?”  

   

Butthead blushed and smiled, looking at his feet.  

   

“Huh huh huh... Uhhh, well, that shirt’sth too big even f... fer me... huh huh huh... Stho... Yeh prolly don’t even need to wear shortsth underneath...”  

   

Maybe he was moving things along too quickly. Maybe Beavis would laugh and call him stupid. Butthead kicked himself internally for being so forward, but he really wanted to see how cute Beavis would look in nothing but an oversized shirt!! Instead, Beavis smiled and blushed, too.  

   

“Oh~ hehehem, um, okay, I can do that~”  

   

He left Butthead in the bedroom and headed towards the bathroom to get changed. It was pretty cute that Butthead was already thinking about dressing Beavis up in his own clothes. It was... Nice, or something, to be wanted in this way, Beavis decided. While Butthead was choosing pajamas for himself, Beavis took his time getting dressed. He stared down at the bundle of clothes in his arms for a moment, and then leaned down, taking a big whiff. Aaah, boyfriend scent. Butthead smelled really good. At least, to Beavis he did. Somewhere in between musty, greasy, and sweaty: the perfect aroma of a dirty teenage boy.   

   

It’s not like this was the first time Beavis smelled Butthead’s clothes; there were plenty of times where the boys would accidentally leave a shirt here or there at each other's houses. They were practically inseparable, after all. But this time Beavis finally felt allowed to do it, and that made it even better.  

 

Soon, Beavis returned in his new outfit (he opted to keep his socks on) to see Butthead standing in the middle of his room awkwardly, bunching up the hem of his shirt in his fists. He was wearing an oversized tee as well—one that was so faded you couldn’t even make out the logo on it anymore—some loose basketball shorts, and his socks, as well.  

   

“Huh huh huh, hey~”  

   

“Heheh hey dillhole~”  

   

After closing the door to Butthead’s room and making sure to click the lock out of habit, Beavis audaciously walked straight over to Butthead’s bed and sat down on it. Butthead soon joined him, laughing awkwardly. The boys sat side by side, giggling and sweating nervously.  

   

Beavis pulled at the collar of his shirt to let some hot air escape. “Hhmhmh heh... ‘S kind of a lot of pressure, um... know what ‘m sayin’??”  

   

“Huh huh huh, YEAH~ um... We don’t hafta do anything yer not comferble with Beavisth, okay? Huh huh... we can, like, take our time~”  

   

Beavis laced his fingers with Butthead’s and rested his head on his shoulder.  

   

“Hehehem, like, we talk about scorin’ all th’ time, so why’s it feel so weird all th’ sudden?”  

   

He looked up at Butthead with eyes the size of dinner plates, which stole his breath away. Butthead couldn’t help but hook a finger under Beavis’ chin and guide his face up for a gentle kiss.  

 

“Huh huh huh... uhhh... I think becausthe it’sth like, not with sthome chick, but uh, with each other? Huh huh. An’ we, uh... huh huh huh... we care about each other. An’ stuff.”  

   

Butthead held Beavis close to his chest.  

   

“Heheem... I can hear yer heart beating, or something~”  

   

“Huh huh huh...”  

   

“Like, um... hmhmhmh heh... it’s nice. Kinda fast though. Hehe.”  

   

“Uhh, okay~ huh huh huh, probly cuz ‘m nervousth or somethin’...”  

   

“What’re yeh nervous about, buttmunch? It’s just me~ hehehem!”  

   

Beavis gently pulled Butthead so they were both laying down in Butthead’s bed. It was Butthead’s turn to listen to Beavis’ quick, erratic heartbeat.   

   

“Huh huh, intimacthy isth kinda scary I guessth... I feel all vulnerable an’ stuff. I want yeh to like me an’ I don’t wanna say anythin’ dumb or screw up somehow.”  

   

Beavis raked his hands through Butthead’s tangled, matted hair with a happy sigh.  

   

“Yeh won’t screw anythin’ up hehehem. I’ve liked yeh fer so long...”  

   

Butthead mulled this over.  

   

“Huhuhh... ‘m sthorry it took me, like, ferever to figure it out. I wasth, like, really scared of my feelingsth fer a long time, huh huh huh, an’ I didn’t wanna face who I wasth. But ‘m glad I did, cuz now I have you!!! Uhhh, it’sth still pretty scary though. Huh huh huh. Thisth, um, new sthide of me. Huhu.”  

   

He nuzzled his face into Beavis’ chest. Beavis smelled nice, too. Like hormones and paint fumes and tobacco. His chest was bony against Butthead’s cheek, but his head fit perfectly in the dip where Beavis’ sternum was.  

 

Beavis mulled over what Butthead had to say. He supposed he wasn’t the only one scared of Butthead’s sudden change of demeanor; it must have been strange for Butthead, as well.  

   

“I like th’ way our bodiesth fit together... huh huh...”  

   

“Hehe yeah, me too. Yer really soft an’ warm, Butthead~”  

   

Butthead noticed a tent popping up at Beavis’ crotch level.  

   

“Oh, um, hehem, sorry ‘bout that...”  

   

“Huh huh no, it’sth okay...”  

   

He lifted his head to look deep into Beavis’ eyes.  

   

“Umm... May I...?”  

   

Beavis nodded quietly. Butthead reached his hand down, and gently groped the tent poking up at the hem of his own oversized shirt. Beavis gasped softly, arching his back ever so slightly, and his stiffy throbbed at Butthead’s touch.  

 

“Whoa... um... Y... yer bigger than me... huh huh huh...”  

   

Beavis perked up and looked down at Butthead, brows raised.  

   

“Hehehem, I am???”  

   

Butthead gently gave Beavis’ schlong a few squeezes.  

   

“Uhh... huh huh huh... yeah.”  

   

“Hmhmhm hehhh oh, well I’ll be damned~ um... Havin’ yer hand there feels really good Butthead... um... can... can I feel yers...?”  

   

Butthead nodded, and the boys shifted in bed so they were now facing each other. Beavis cautiously reached forward and groped Butthead, and felt him go from half hard to fully hard immediately.  

   

“Ohhh~ huhuhuhh, that doesth feel really good!!”  

   

Butthead gave a few experimental tugs, rubbing Beavis up and down on top of his clothes. Beavis moaned and followed suit, making Butthead gasp. No one else had ever touched him like this before, and it was about a million times better than spanking your monkey by yourself.  

   

The boys gently groped each other for a little bit; neither one of them was brave enough to take the next step yet. They didn’t feel rushed, though. Butthead was amazed at how... Natural it all felt. Being with Beavis...  

   

They were both “raised better than that,” of course. He had enough awareness to know their moms would kick both their asses if they found out about any of this. Butthead supposed that if being with Beavis was so wrong, then it would feel wrong, too.  

   

But it didn’t. It felt like everything in Butthead’s life suddenly made sense. He didn’t feel bad or gross or like he was sinning; none of the things his mom told him about queer people. Being with Beavis just made sense. Like everything in the world was finally right; like Butthead had finally found his missing piece of the puzzle. It was crazy to him how much relief came with simply admitting he was gay, and in love with Beavis, and not having to hide that part of himself anymore... Or having to pray that one day he’d wake up suddenly liking girls.  

   

Butthead snapped out of it and noticed the soft look Beavis was giving him. He could tell his boyfriend wanted to go further, but he wanted to respect Butthead’s comfort level, and was waiting patiently for him to mull things over.   

   

The polite brunette leaned forward and kissed his blonde boyfriend again. Their two bodies melted together, and the boys embraced, so they were stomach to stomach, unable to resist the urge to be as close as they possibly could. Both of their stiffies poked up awkwardly, but that just made it hotter. The boys grinded on each other again, seeking out more friction.  

   

“Aahh~ hehem ohh Butthead...”  

   

“Beavisth... huh huh...”  

 

Butthead’s hands traveled down Beavis’ skinny torso, and gingerly grabbed the hem of the large shirt. He looked back up at Beavis, asking silent permission and getting a nod of approval before continuing. Ever so slowly, Butthead raised the shirt up so he could see his boyfriend’s underwear and belly button.   

   

Beavis really was beautiful. His flat tummy had the tiniest bit of fine blonde peach fuzz beginning to grow underneath his belly button, and his slender hips sloped down into his underwear in a sharp V shape. Butthead’s eyes followed that shape all the way down to Beavis’ straining underwear, and he watched as his schlong throbbed arrhythmically.  

 

Butthead sucked a breath in, and hesitantly began to pull the band of Beavis’ underwear down. Beavis wiggled his hips to assist, holding his breath as well, kicking the briefs off completely. Butthead became hyper aware of Beavis’ body as his eyes laser focused on the newly exposed body part.   

   

“Whoa... Huh huh huh... it’sth like... Th’ same asth mine, but uhh, different,” he observed. Beavis giggled shyly and pulled the collar of his shirt up to hide his face.  

   

“Heehehe umm... hehem... D... do yeh like it??”  

   

“Yeah, dude~ huh huh huh...”  

   

Beavis let out a sigh that was a mixture of happiness and relief. This whole intimacy thing was absolutely terrifying, but now the scariest part was over. Butthead saw his whole body and accepted Beavis just the way he was, and now it was his turn to undress his partner. Beavis’ hands slipped underneath Butthead’s shirt. He could feel his boyfriend’s pudgy little tummy and a bit of wiry hair underneath his navel, as well. Beavis had to see it. He gently pulled Butthead’s shirt up and gasped in delight. The tiniest little happy trail had started to grow a dark patch right beneath Butthead’s belly button! How did Beavis never notice this before!? It was so beautiful. And sexy, heheh.  

 

He reached out and gently ran his fingers through it, which caused Butthead to inhale sharply and let out a moan. Beavis caught Butthead’s moan with his mouth and kissed him.  

   

“Yer so handsome... Hehem~”  

   

Butthead hid his face in his hands with a smile. No one had ever called him handsome before. His own mom would always go on and on about how ugly he was, how no one would ever love him except her, and how he had no chance at ever getting a girlfriend because of how disgusting he looked. But Beavis liked the way he looked, and that made Butthead’s heart feel full.  

   

Beavis deftly removed Butthead’s shorts and tossed them towards the same place he kicked off his underwear. The bulge in Butthead’s briefs was considerably smaller than Beavis’, and it fascinated him. He helped him wiggle out of those, too, and now both boys were just wearing their shirts and socks.  

   

“Hehehm whoa... It is different from mine! Hehe, good different. Hmhh... I like it a lot…”  

   

Beavis couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. Staring at Butthead’s aroused body just aroused him more, and a small droplet beaded at the head of his own cock.  

   

“Oh... Hehehem...”  

   

He didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about, though. His partner’s schlong was similarly drippy.   

   

Seeing the heads of their wieners so close together gave Butthead an idea.  

   

“Huh huh huh... Hey Beavisth... we should, um, like... Huh huh, here...”  

   

Butthead reached down and gently groped the heads of both their cocks in one hand. The boys gasped together, and their eyes met excitedly. A crooked smile spread across Beavis’ face as his brain caught up to the way his body was reacting.  

 

“Hmhmh heh... That feels amazing!! You should, like, totally rub em together... Heheh. They’re becomin’ boyfriends like us!!”  

   

“HUH HUH HUH~ okay Beavisth~”  

 

God, Butthead loved the way Beavis could make him laugh. He gently brought his hand up to squeeze the heads together, and then gave an experimental stroke downwards, easily helped by the slick of their combined arousal.  

   

“Ohh... huh huh huh...”  

   

“Y-yeah... hehehem wow... Yeh should, like, totally do that faster, Butthead...”  

   

Butthead, of course, eagerly complied, and soon had a slow and steady rhythm going.  

   

“Unnhhh~”  

   

“Aahh~”  

   

Neither boy had ever experienced pleasure like this before: the feeling of their warm bodies, held so close together; the way their breathing got hot and heavy at the same time; the way sweat beaded up on their brows as they intently stared into each other's eyes.  

   

“Beavisth...”  

   

“Butthead... g... go faster...”  

   

And so he did. He felt the way their cocks pulsed together in his hand and gave an encouraging squeeze occasionally. The pleasure was indescribable. Beavis leaned in and wrapped his arms around Butthead’s neck so they could start kissing. Their faces were wet and sloppy, licking the insides of each other's mouths as the pair gave in to the lust and pleasures of the flesh. Each sensation was heightened and new. The boys were a flurry of hands and lips and moans as they both started gyrating their hips into Butthead’s hand, heat building in the pits of their stomachs.  

   

The result was explosive and euphoric. Each cried out the other’s name as they screamed and trembled and came all over their torsos together, breathing hot breath into sticky, aroused faces.   

   

The boys finally quieted down, a mess of sweat and cum and drool and love as they embraced each other, holding tight; desperate for the moment to become frozen in time, never ending. Beavis panted loudly while Butthead pressed gentle kisses to his neck as their bodies started to cool off.  

   

Beavis was the one to break the silence. He pulled back so he could stare at Butthead breathlessly.  

   

“Heheh... I love you.”