Hello! Its been a while since I've posted anything or updated stuff I know. So im going to ease back into it by trying out this new thing. That? Is writing little one-shots in sync based off of a single word. It's easier and helps build up chapters and so far its looking like it could actually build up into a story.

I've already written a few chapters which I'm proof checking. So if you like this? Please feel free to toss words my way and I'll write a chapter out of it! Just keep in mind they'll range from being either a short 600 something in length to longer.

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer; I don't own South Park obviously.

It was supposed to be an action of smite. A 'i told you you were full of shit' kind of thing...

...but the longer those chapped lips, tasting faintly of cherry, moved against his own the more breathless he got. More alive, amazed and at a mindless bliss.

What should of been taboo? Felt good and absolutely right. Like they were a pair of lovers from another life and had only just now found each other after seventeen years of chaotic life. Lips locked perfectly together while their minds moved in sync. When Kenny looped his arms around Craig's neck? The taller did the same about his waist. Pulling each other impossibly close. So stomachs brush and belt buckles got caught together. When he pushed up to deepen the feverish /kiss/ the other lifted him up so he could straddle. Earning a surprised mewl from the skinny blonde who struggled to wrap his thin legs around the noirette to keep himself from falling. Or perhaps making to much noise as his shoulders thudded against the wall. You didn't want to give the audience to much of a show right?

The small jacket closet was dark and the space cool from a vent slowly leaking air conditioning above them. But that offered no relief. He felt like he was on fire. A furnace with flames being stoked by skilled hands. Being hidden between other peoples coats wasn't helping at all. But as smooth finger tips ghosted their way under the hem of his shirt he could care less. Taking a broken inhale through his nose as a wave of butterflies made his stomach flutter like crazy.

It was frantic. The way they moved knowing they only had so little time before someone would end this seven minutes in bliss. Lips meshed, teeth occasional clicked together and Kenny marveled at how soft Tucker's hair was as he dug his fingers through it. Knocking off that trademark chullo where it fell to the floor forgotten. For once?

A kiss didn't feel like it was cheap. It didn't taste like a game he should be ashamed of or a treat he had paid for.

This kiss sparked within his heart. Filled it emotion that was pure and bristling with...

...

"Hey!"

They both jumped when someone on the other side banged their palm loudly against the door. Craig cursed from hitting his head on the railing, muttering the word against Kenny's mouth. "Fuck..." the blonde breathed, laughing lightly when he could feel those blue grey eyes on him while running a shaky hand through his hair. What did you say after something like that? 'Cool..I think I'm gay for you bro..' or maybe gaping like a bloated fish would of sounded better? Looking at the taller now, he could see that Craig was just as lost. There was no describing it was there? But he could try. "That was.." everything he'd ever hoped for really. But how much pride would he have to lose for saying it out loud? Instead of leaving it to be reflected between their eyes as they searched.

"Wow?" the noirette finished finally. His nasally voice sounding almost husky from the after glow of their fiery kiss. Keeping his face close as he set the shorter down, they clumsily separated with reluctance. Why couldn't seven minutes be seven hours. Seven days? Seven years they both seemed to wonder as they stood frozen. Tempted..and it nearly won out as Tucker cupped the thin boys cheek again. Closing his fierce eyes to lean in for another kiss. But the party on the other side only allowed for their lips to brush before they broke apart completely. Moving to pat at their clothes, hair to try and fix their appearances for the sake of what though? It almost didn't matter. Looking at them would tell plenty enough with cheeks flushed with heat and clothes wrinkled from grips that were as firm as a vice. Sighing McCormick pushed away from the wall, stepping out from the coats to stand slightly behind the taller boy. Just in time. The door swung open and Kenny winced. Shielding his eyes with his hand from the lights and covering it from the cluster of curious faces. Voices cooed and made a ruckus of course. Vaguely he picked out familiar people as they bombarded with an impressive amount of questions once he was out of the closet. He smirked at the mere humor of it..idly responded here and there in a daze. It was a night for sure...but all he could focus on the entirety of it?

...was Craig Tucker.