Kyle's POV

The first part of something I'll probably never finish. Craig/Kyle.

'I dunno,' I said. 'This might not be a very good idea.'

'Hey, I told you that nobody's gonna be here until tomorrow. It's fine.'

Craig had me pinned against one of his bedroom walls. He had convinced me into believing that I wanted to be with him, and that I wouldn't know unless I tried.

'I really don't know about this…' I said again.

Craig's nose moved across my chest and up to my neck. My skin shivered from his touch. I bit my tongue.

'It doesn't feel right.'

'What do you mean?' He asked, his breath getting heavier by the second. 'I know you like boys.'

My heart skipped.

'How?!'

'I've seen you kiss Stan a couple times.'

'We're just friends.'

'Friends with benefits?'

'Just friends.'

'You've made out with him more than twice in your life.'

'We're just friends.'

'Well then maybe we're just friends. Why don't we make out, and while we're at it, why don't we have sex?'

I looked away from him.

'Me and Stan get really close some times.'

'Mmmhhh…' Craig purred, running the tip of his tongue up my neck. 'Maybe we can get close?'

'How close?'

Craig slipped a hand down the front of my pants. I jumped.

'This close. And closer.' He whispered seductively. 'You shave!?' he said with surprise.

I felt myself blush.

'…Maybe…' I mumbled.

'Why?'

'Why do you want to know?'

'Just curious. You can't possibly be getting laid.' Craig started stroking me.

'No…'

He looked up and me and smiled fiendishly.

'Stan likes it, doesn't he?'

I didn't want to admit it, but yeah,…Me and Stan had had a very few encounters which led to him telling me that he liked me better shaved.

'Yeah, he does, doesn't he?' Craig asked again.

'Uh-huh…' I mumbled quickly.

'Nothing wrong in that.' He said. His fingers wrapped around my shaft tighter, and I gasped weakly. 'I figured that you did anyway.'

'How?'

'Your legs.'

'What about?'

'You shave them. Generally when boys shave their legs, it's not the only thing they shave. And I don't mean their faces.'

'So are we getting anywhere yet?' I asked nervously.

'I thought you wanted to go slow.'

'Maybe we're going too slow.'

'Now we're talking.'

Both of Craig's hands grabbed my shirt, pulled it to my shoulders and slipped it off of my head. I put my hands on the back of Craig's head and pulled him close for a kiss. My tongue slipped inside his mouth, and he soon broke the kiss.

'There we go,' he said, moving his body very close to mine. 'That's where the slut in you was.'

'I'm not a slut…'

'Tonight you are.' Craig said quietly, and kissed me again. I smiled a little. 'Now let's get busy.'

Craig pinned me down onto his bed and straddled my waist. He leaned down and kissed my neck.

'My God…your skin…' He mumbled, kissing me more and more. 'It's so soft.'

'Well, I try…'

Craig's hands ran over my skin, back and forth…back and forth. I blinked slowly, many times, taking in what he was dishing out.

'Maybe this isn't right.' I said.

'The hell it isn't.' Craig started to slowly thrust his hips against mine.

'No…I mean it. It might not be, I mean…me and Stan…'

'Are just friends. And friends don't mind if they have sex with other people, because they're just friends.'

I ran my hands through Craig's hair.

'Y-yeah…right…Cause we're just friends…okay…' I swallowed hard.