I'm at a little bit of a stand still with another story I'm working on for BBrae teen titan. So i wrote this just so i could get something out, I have more plans for this, maybe at another time. But i've got too many chapter stories going on to start another at the moment. The inspiration came from "Signals Crossing Can Get Confusing" By kennystrapqueen. This is my first Crlye story, because normally i do Style. But i had to give it a shot.

As per usual, it started off with the very cliche, very overused, Kyle Broflovski in love with his all time best friend, who was also still in love with his on-again off-again girlfriend Wendy. I'm not gaining any points for originality, that is until you toss in a wild card, Craig Tucker. Of course, Kyle did everything you could possibly ever dream, just to make Stan happy, and Stan in return gave him whatever effort he had left after Wendy. And Kyle hung off it like a fish on a hook, not the simple hook through the cheek, this hook is incredibly wedged right under his eye, as if the fish was trying to make it impossible to make this easy. IN a way, Kyle wasn't making this easy for himself, he was making it worse. Stan was growing so dependant on his little man servant, and still with no idea that his Best friend forever was even gay.

Craig tucker picked up on it from miles away, he could practically smell the homopheromones dripping from the jewboy. And the smell was purely delicious. Despite Craig hating damn near everything and everyone, he did have an attraction for Kyle, not a crush, god no, how pathetic, but he'd happily skewer the redhead with his dick if he asked. But there was no personal or emotional connection, he wasn't hanging off the boy, and he certainly wasn't going to hang around waiting for him to finally give up on Stan, which was so not going to happen. Instead he chose to spend his days in his room alone, or occasionally with Tweek, his own best friend, who was fully accepting of Craigs gayness, after some time to adjust and radical twitching of course.

So for once in his life the 17 year old dark haired self proclaimed king, sat by himself, in public, at the bar of Raisins, which Thankfully due to everyone's attention being on the waitresses, who were also aged appropriately since the 4th grade, no one bothered him. He didn't even turn his head when he heard the bells on the door chime, didn't turn his head when the familiar orange coat and green ushanka, just tossed back another shot. It wasn't until he heard a small sniffle, did he finally freeze, his hand holding another shot glass of suspicious green liquid, inches from his lips. He turned slowly, looking at the jew.

He looked broken, nose nipped red from the cold, eyes puffy from crying, bottom lip protruding slightly like an imitation puppy dog face. Craig fisted the shot glass and glared "Marsh." He seethed out, not even needing to ask. Kyle looked at him slightly shocked, unaware for the reason for his sudden anger in his defense. It's not like the two ever really hung out together. "He uh- he just got busy with Wendy, and forgot about me after school." Kyle faked a smile in his direction, and it didn't take a genius to see right through it. Craig grit his teeth, and took down the shot, motioning the Bartender for two more. The bartender set them down, and Craig flipped him off with a nod.

"Why do you flip people off all the time?"

"Habits from home?" He said it with a general shrug, and slid the second shot to Kyle. He took it in both hands, and stared inside with uncertainty. They took the shot at the same time, Kyle slightly slower, and even then the boy came back coughing. "Picklejuice?" Kyle gave him the incredulous look, sliding the glass very far away from him. The dark haired boy shrugged "what did you expect? Alcohol, we ain't that lucky." He flipped the shot glass upside down, and tossed some bills on the bar, before motioning to the his sudden companion to follow him.

"I'll give you a ride." Craig offered while he waited for the stumbling wide eyed boy to follow.

"I don't wanna go home." He gathered with a sorrowful look, not moving from the bar stool. The other boy turned to look over his shoulder at the falling snow outside, despite his distaste for helping people, he couldn't leave Kyle here for the snow to gather more and him to walk in. "Come on, we'll go to my place." He outstretched a hand slightly, laying it on Kyle's back as the Jew finally nodded, and removed himself from the seat.

"You walked from school in this shit?" Craig asked with a minor tone a disbelief, Kyle nodded. God Stan could be a real asshole sometimes.

-Craig's house was bizarre, not the structure itself, the feeling inside. Craig's mom asking about his day the second he walked in the door, and giving a polite hello to Kyle, before actually yes, flipping off her husband over her shoulder as he asked about dinner. Craig raised his finger up as well in direction of his father, and in return his father stuck up both middle fingers in their direction. His sister Ruby raised her finger to them both as they walked by, Craig returned the action, before ruffling her hair lightly. He wasn't kidding about family habits.

The Jew laid on the bed, while Craig swiveled around in his computer chair, they were silent. This wasn't an awkward silence, Kyle like it, just being able to think, but not being alone. He didn't think he'd end up here when he stopped into Raisins for warmth, but he was thankful. Still he didn't understand. Stan promised to take him home from debate club, said he'd be waiting around to watch Wendy's spirit team meeting anyway, but when Kyle made his way to the gym to find them, Red said Stan left with Wendy 10 minutes early. At first kyle thought there was no way, he wouldn't do this again, but when he went outside, the parking spot Stan had parked in this morning was empty, as was most of the parking lot. So Kyle walked trying not to let the tears freeze to his face in the beautiful fresh snow.

"Why?" he finally croaked out, Craig's head snapped to him, he was crying again. "Why do i mean so little to him? How could he just forget about me, a- a- and leave me there?" He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to create a barrier for the tears to stop on. They spilled anyway. Damn. Craig sat beside him, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles awkwardly, he didn't know how to handle this.

"You're worth a lot more than he realizes, i'm sorry man." Craig's voice was about as soothing as it could be, and Kyle removed his hands, and stared him with teary eyes. "You're hat reminds me of his." The boy smiled lightly, and Craig narrowed his eyes, pulling further away.

"I'm not him Broflovski." Craig counters, a little anger in his voice, but he's not sure why, he's not jealous, like he said, his attraction to Kyle was physical only, there was no emotion to it. That's why he sat with him, seethed for him, gave him a ride home, comforted him, and was now angry at the mention of this other guy. Despite the evidence piling against him, he still denied anything but physical attraction, and teenage horniness. "No, you're not. You were here for me, he wasn't."

Craig turned his attention back to the boy on his bed, whose eyes were wide with this odd realization, as if the gears were turning in his mind, and all it took was Craig. Craig was captivated by the look on Kyle's face, the eyes, the gorgeous* eyes, and rosy cheeks, the lips slightly parted, silently crying out. He couldn't resist even if he was wanted to, hell he couldn't resist even if he wasn't gay. He leaned down, Kyle waited, still maintaining eye contact until the very last inch. It wasn't one of those sweet quick peck on the lips, and it wasn't a passionate make out session like in the movies. It was tender, and daring, lips overlapping each other, craig taking Kyle's bottom lip between his own, and cupping his face with a single soft hand.

They broke apart and stared, unsure what everything meant, and craig really hated the idea of Kyle asking he didn't give him the chance, he kissed him again, more desperate this time, displaying a certain need, that he told himself was false. It wasn't like movies where they describe fireworks, or electric sparks, instead they felt vibrant glowing warmth, they felt comfort, and safety, Kyle would even claim he felt some of his sanity return. They tore into each other, hands fumbling over skin and cloth, legs tangling into a heap they'd sort out later.

Craig ran his hand under the other's shirt, feeling the lean flat surface of his stomach that just barely had a little meat on it, god Kyle was a skinny thing. When Craig tore off his jacket and undershirt, Kyle froze. Jesus did Craig workout? Muscle, tight sweet muscles. Sculpted abs, chiseled biceps, Kyles eyes wandered down. Oh holy fuck, he had the hip V. Craig wasn't ripped or overly muscular, but he had enough to make Kyle's jaw drop, which Caig absolutely took note of. "Better than Stan?"

Kyle absent mindedly nodded as he ran his fingers up his abs, and over the slight burst of pectoral muscle. He'd never seen Stan fully naked, just in boxers when they had sleep overs, but it had been a while. Now, with Craig, looming over him, giving him attention, giving him time and affection, giving him everything he wished Stan gave him, a pang of guilt hit like a gong. Was he using Craig? Was Craig using him? They'd never talked alone before today, they didn't hang out, he didn't know Craig was gay, and he hadn't told a soul he was. What was this?

The thought was lost as Craig took to the boy's neck, kissing, nibbling, lapping circles over his pulse, and Kyle groaned. The redhead clapped a hand over his own mouth, remembering Craig's family was downstairs. In return his partner reached over for a remote on the bedside table, and clicked a few buttons toward a stereo near the computer. Loud music erupted, filling the room, and most likely traveling down the halls outside. It's not like Craig told his parents he was gay, they'd never suspect anything of the music.

With that his attention was turned back to the Jew below him, pulling at his shirt, to which Kyle obliged and pulled it over his head. Kyle was basically being straddled by Craig, so when Craig pulled the boy with two hands one either side of his face to his knees as well, Kyle was confused. It made more sense when Craig reached for Kyle's button and zipper, which he was just as eager, if not more to shed off. Again Craig reached for the bedside table, in the drawer, a bottle of lube and tissues, grabbing the lube and leaving the tissues behind. The thought of Craig alone at night pleasing himself, thinking about god knows what, had Kyle feeling jealous and highly aroused.

He bent the redhead over, kissing down his spine a few times before resting a hand on his left ass cheek, squeezing lightly, as if signaling to get ready. Craig spread the lube on his fingers, and whispered a soothing 'relax' before going into prep. It was a tone Kyle had never heard Craig use before, and he couldn't get over how beautiful it sounded, he wanted to hear more. So when Craig teased him lightly, lubing up the hole without even dipping a finger in, Kyle took it as a chance to speak. "Craig?" His voice was broken and full of longing.

"Yes?" He whispered in return. Not enough, Kyle needed to hear more. "Please?"

He slipped in a finger, and for Kyle it felt positively bizarre, he'd actually never done this to himself before. When Craig reached under with his free hand and placed his hand over Kyle's heart, all hesitance flew out the window. And when he slipped in a second finger he knew exactly why Craig had wrapped his arm around him, to catch him when he fell. Kyle went tumbling down onto the bed, being held up only by his weakening knees, and Craigs strength. He cried out in desperation and Craig pulled him up slightly, as to gain better access to his ear. He kissed it sweetly, and giving it a small bite, nothing to hard, playful really, "tell me what you want." The whisper was back, and directly in Kyle's ear, shivers went down his spine, over his arms his legs, even his toes were curling in delight. He arched his back into Craig's chest, letting out a throaty groan as he was spread by the fingers.

"I want you. Not Stan or anyone else." his desperate pleas grew quieter as he realized what he was admitting. "I want you, I need you." By the end, he was whispering and hanging his head slightly in shame of his begging. Craig stared slightly frozen, as if he was given a question and answer and trying to figure out how they fit together. He was wrong, so very wrong when he said their was no emotion, he may not love the boy, but he damn well could. "Turn over." Craig demanded softly, he couldn't make eye contact just yet, if he did, he'd lose himself to this boy.

Kyle did as he was told, lying on his back with Craig over him, very similar to how they were the first time, Craig put a hand on either side of the boy's shoulder, leaning down to place a tender kiss on the other. "I want to see you, I want to see your face, and watch as you move, and how you do it. and i want you to look at me, and see my face, so that you don't forget for a single second who I am." God he sounded so gay, but he didn't care, what Craig thought was a simple attraction had now evolved into a need and desire for Kyle to be happy, and for him to call out his name. "I want to hear my name on your lips" He planted a quick kiss on Kyle's lips to emphasize his point.

"I want to hear you say my name as you cry out in pleasure, in desperate need. I want to see your eyes as you lose your mind. I want to feel your skin on mine, as we move, as i hold you. I don't want your mind anywhere but on me, what i'm doing, how i'm moving, how i'm making you feel." he pressed against Kyle's entrance teasing lightly, and drawing out a small moan. Craig gripped the boy's hips, careful not to be too harsh, but digging his nails into skin. Kyle loved it. He nodded profusely at Craig's requests, lapping up his words without a second thought.

"Relax, We're the only two in the world right now." And Craig pushed in. Kyle tossed his head back, the strange sensation feeling slightly painful, as he was pushed and stretched much further than the two fingers did. He didn't stop though, he reached up, to Craig's muscular shoulders, doing his best to keep his eyes open. When Craig was all the way in, he stopped moving, and kissed the corners of Kyle's eyes where tears were forming. He hushed him softly, and stroked his cheek with his finger.

Seconds passed, and slowly turning into minutes. Craig was growing impatient, but he didn't let it show, Kyle took in a deep breath, and nodded to Craig, who moved slowly, locking his eyes on the boy, as he himself held back moans. The once painful sensation shifted, and Kyle felt nerves and jolts of energy shooting up him, god it felt good, and they were barely moving yet. "Craig." he called softly, the inflection in his voice making it obvious he was looking for a response. "Yes Kyle?" The way Craig said his name made him shiver again.

"You're my first." He finished as he let a hand drop from the shoulder above him and rest palm up beside his head. Craig froze, in reality he knew it already, but hearing it made his heart speed up and his mind fly higher than ever before. He moved his own hand to Kyle's now free one and locked their fingers together. "You're mine too." He whispered in response, taking delight as he watched Kyles eyes dance at the statement.

He moved a little faster, slowly and carefully trying different angles, as if there was a self destruct button inside Kyle, and he needed to press it. And he did. Kyle tossed his head back again, and moaned loudly, not just any moan, he moaned Craig's name. The ecstasy spilling from the name, and they were both extremely thankful for the music drowning out the noise. Craig found it hard to control himself as he heard his partner continue to moan his name every couple thrusts, filtered with other moans, oh god, yes, please.

He was quickly building up, and by the look on Kyle's face he was too. Craig had to be careful, every time the music would stop during a song switch, he'd kiss Kyle passionately, to avoid any moans escaping. Kyle didn't complain, he loved the dance their lips and tongues did every time they made contact. Another hard thrust, and Kyle tightened around him "Craig, I'm cumming." He cried as he squeezed the hand he was still holding, feeling cords of cum fly out of him and over his stomach. The feeling of the Jew's muscles tightening around him as he pumped made it increasingly difficult for him to continue, and after a few more long strokes, he came inside Kyle. He cursed to himself, probably should've asked if he could do that. But fuck it, (no pun intended) he'd just consider this marking the redhead.

He pulled out and collapsed next to his lover on the bed, breathing heavily. He reached next to the frame, where the towel from his morning shower should still be heaped. After several seconds of searching, his fingers felt the fabric, thank god the towel was soft, he'd feel bad giving Kyle a scratchy older one. He tossed it to Kyle, and told him to clean up. Kyle did as he was told, and muttered a soft thanks. Craig did what only felt right to him, and stuck up a middle finger. Kyle did the unthinkable at that moment, held up a middle finger of his own, and entwined them, like a fucked up pinky swear.

"Here." Craig handed the other boy his phone, "Call you mom, tell her you're staying here tonight."

Craig didn't miss the confused glance he got, and he rolled his eyes, wondering why in the world he should have to explain it. Kyle was supposed to be smart, how did he manage to not get this yet. "I want you to stay here, I want you to be here when I wake up." he muttered it out in an annoyed tone, suddenly now wondering if Kyle was just expecting this to be a one time thing. He bit back the self conscious feeling, as Kyle's fingers grazed the phone with a small smile, but he hesitated before dialing.

"I have to be at school early tomorrow." He explained, thus pushing Craig's unease out of his head. After all that, and the boy still thinks he's a burden. "I'll drive you, you can shower here, and borrow some clothes. I'll grab some breakfast in the morning to keep myself busy. It's no big deal." He shrugged and pushed his hands behind his head, despite having a perfectly good pillow. He looked at the clock 9:18pm, he'd celebrate later about his impressive performance time, but he didn't even know what time they got back to his house after Raisin's.

He heard Kyle talking to his mom on the phone, and lowered the music. Giving out multiple yes mom, okay mom, it's okay mom I've got a ride. Before finally saying he loved her, and goodnight. Kyle handed the phone back, and Craig placed it on the bedside table on its charger. "Where's your phone?" Craig asked.

"Pants pocket." He muttered back, unsure of how he should be positioned, if Craig was looking to cuddle, or spoon, or something. Craig reached over and handed it to him, a message flashed on the screen from Stan, Craig caught the site, and bit back on jealousy. Knowing exactly how it would go, it would be an apology and Kyle would forgive him, and then what? Craig hadn't really thought this through, being number 2 to a guy who wasn't even gay. Kyle glazed over the message, it was a long apology from Stan, asking if he was okay, asking if he was home safe, Wendy wanted to grab food, and head back to her place, her parents weren't home, and he totally forgot about Kyle.

He didn't bother to reply, just reached over Craig and tossed it beside his phone on the table. He'd let Stan mull it over, besides he couldn't really complain after how his night ended up. Speaking of which… He turned his head to Craig, they were laying shoulder to shoulder, slightly awkwardly, as neither was really sure what to do at this point. Craig's stare was blank, but it seemed as though he was just as confused as Kyle.

Craig threw fears and uncertainty out the window, grabbed the boy, and flipped him so they were spooning. His arm would certainly be numb in the morning, but he didn't care. He held Kyle tight to his chest, who in return rested his hand on Craig's forearm, signalling the position was comfortable. Craig muttered in Kyle's ear, "Don't get used to me being mushy." The tone in his voice was a mixture of serious, but still easy going. Kyle chuckled and snuggled closer in. Craig placed kisses on Kyle's neck and back of his head whenever he felt like it, and they drifted off to sleep with the stereo repeating the Cd's again.