Photo Op

Prologue: The Accidental Picture

Kenny pulled on his shirt, only blinking as his locker door was shut by someone beside him. Eyes turned to the culprit. "Hey, Craig, what's up?" he asked. Then, "You know I wasn't through with that, right?"

Craig ignored him, "Red says you guys never slept together. She told me you made it all up because she refused to date you that one time."

Kenny blinked again, tilting his head in confusion. "But, we did-"

"Not." Craig interrupted.

The locker room became silent after that, news of Craig's announcement making its way across the small space in a matter of seconds. "But I have proof." Kenny replied.

Craig gave him a doubtful look. Though, from Kenny's point-of-view all of Craig's looks were dubious. "Where is it then?"

Kenny opened his locker slowly, looking defiantly at Craig as he pulled it open-daring the boy to close it on him again. He proceeded to pull his phone out from the pocket of his rumpled jeans. He flipped it open, paying no heed to the numerous people beginning to form a crowd around the two as he searched through the picture files. Finding the proof, he turned it around to face Craig-

Who gaped. "Is that really her?"

"In full glory, my friend." Kenny replied proudly. "She put out faster than Bebe on a Saturday night at one of Token's drunk fests."

The phone was taken by someone to his side. "Hey! That's precious merchandise!"

"No kidding…" Kenny heard Token say from the back.

Kenny reached out, trying to get his phone back when it was passed down through the crowd. "Fuck you, guys!" he declared, glaring at the crowd. "If you guys get your man juices all over it…" he began threatening. He never finished though, because shortly after his declaration someone apparently decided to press the "next" button.

"Holy shit, you did a dude?"

The crowd's madness stopped at that, all eyes turning to the blond. Shit. He raised an eyebrow in response, hands over his chest defensively. "Do you blame me?" he asked. "Look at him!" Shit, maybe I shouldn't let them-

"Fuck, dude…This is…"

"Threatening your sexuality, I know." Kenny finished. He shifted, eyes scanning the crowd for said-dude. Not seeing him, he sighed heavily in relief. "That one's something else." he said fondly. He knew the exact picture, having it memorized by now.

It rivaled Red's runny makeup and whore smirk any day. Legs wide open, arms up in a true surrender. Bare chest littered with scars from the night, flushed body-a redness creeping up from the neck only to cut off right before the chin. Toned stomach gleamed temptingly with droplets of sweat-of passion not even the best of whores could mock. Chest was caught in a great heave, close to the breaking point of both parties. A true moment, one he'd never forget. Not something he found often. Though, he knew before he had a taste that this one was by no means the regular whores he did in his spare time. He was a bit too distracted at the time to even try for another picture. And who could blame him? The night had been too perfect. Though, he was more than thankful he hadn't shown more. This was already going to get him a year of teasing with no release if it got out-which it no doubt would judging by the crowd of horny dudes surrounding him.

"Guys!" he yelled, hand out for his phone. "Enough of the group jerk- Phone. Now."

Clyde had it, he found after, and proceeded to press a few buttons rapidly before handing it back. Kenny didn't think too much on this as his phone was returned, the picture still up on the screen tauntingly. Calm down… Remember you're in public… he reminded himself, eyes scanning the picture as memories pushed forth. He shook them away, trying to think of the present.

There was a pause then, "So…I'm just gonna put on some pants then." Kenny said, gathering his jeans from his locker. He pulled them on slowly over his bare bottom, briefly wondering if he should start wearing underwear to avoid these types of situations.

The silence around him begged to be broken, his own awkwardness making him too self-aware for his liking. He knew only one way to break it.

"Sorry Craig, I know you wanted to stop me from covering myself but teachers just wouldn't understand your desperate need for my body to constantly be put on display…" He patted the fuming-boy's shoulder, the only response a middle finger raised heatedly in his direction. He flipped him off in turn, walking out of the room as he did so. He didn't need to look back to know that Craig was giving him a death-glare. Though, it was probably diluted with confusion and horniness. The two usually go hand-in-hand with situations like these...

He knew all this only meant trouble. And God be his witness, he was going to get his fill tonight before the other found out what had happened. He flipped open his phone, thumbing through the contacts. Finding him, he texted, Cum ovr 2nite & u wont b able 2 walk 2mro ;)

The phone vibrated directly after it was sent, and Kenny smirked at the response.

With statements as romantic as that, how could I possibly say "no?"

Typical Kyle.