Kyle hated going to parties with Stan. By 12 Stan had developed muscles, while Kyle was flimsy and skinny. By 14 Stan became the quarterback for the football team, while Kyle was in chess and the reading group. And by 16 Stan could drive but Shelia was to worried to let Kyle. Needless to say, Kyle wasn't a babe magnet like Stan was. Wendy was old news to him, even though she followed him around like a sick puppy would. Kyle took a sip of his beer, savoring it. Only one cup, and his stomach was weak. (Another thing he hated, Stan could drink about 4-5 beers before even getting drunk.)

"Lonely?" He looked up to find Craig leaning against the table on his elbows. Craig, in Kyle's taste, was much to thin. Slim would be the word for it. He was in his blue shirt but missing his blue hat. Kyle always kept his on, his hair hadn't gone down much. Craig's hair was black and brought out his pale color and dark eyes.

"No." Kyle lied. He had gotten used to it actually. Every few parties a girl would dance with him out of pity or trying to score some easy sex. Craig let out an easy-going laugh and looked at where Clyde and Tweek were dancing with twin blonds. Kyle had always thought Craig was much better looking than them. "What about you? Why aren't you dancing?" Craig laughed again.

"I'm not into those kind of girls. I like redheads." Kyle almost spit out his beer. Was Craig hitting on him!?! But Craig was straight, dating random girls but never staying together for more than two weeks. He could see a smirk playing on Craig's pale lips. He caught Kyle looking at him and let himself relax into a smile. "What about you?" Kyle wasn't sure if he should lie and play Craig's game. He decided to play the game.

"Girls with really dark hair. But I don't think they like me very much." He took another sip of his beer and watched Craig's face. "They always give me notes and love-letters for Stan." Oops, he hadn't meant to say anything that would ruin the game.

Craig cleared his throat. "Well, if it makes any difference, I always thought you were much better looking than Stan. He's too full of himself anyway. You're quiet and cute." Kyle choked on the beer, which let out a strange sound. He felt his face burning red. "You see, you think Stan would blush if a boy gave him a compliment?" Craig gave Kyle a goofy grin. "Wanna come over to my house?"

"I'd.. I'd have to tell Stan." Craig okay'd him and Kyle went off to find Stan. He wasn't hard to find, he was dancing with a long haired brunette with gigantic boobs and a skimpy dress on. "Stan!" Kyle yelled and tried to get closer. "Stan!" Stan looked at him and shook his head, glaring at Kyle in a Don't-You-Dare-Ruin-This look. Kyle felt something tall bump into his back and stay there, he turned to see Craig who flicked Stan off and grabbed Kyle's arm leading him out.

When they outside Kyle felt an instant breath of fresh air and relief. Relief not be in there all alone, relief not to see how much better Stan was, and most of all, relief to finally be with a friend who wouldn't ditch him for a ditsy girl with huge jugs. Craig led him to a shiny black car, not letting go until he got to the car door. He opened it politely for Kyle. When Craig got in and backed out Kyle felt his phone vibrate. He checked it (a text from Stan asking what the heck just happened) and replied. (Just going to hang out with Craig.)

"Call your mom and see if you can stay over." Craig turned down the radio for him to do so. Unfortunately no one answered. "Check back later I guess. Or maybe someone'll call you back."

Craig pulled into an empty driveway and got out while Kyle fumbled with the door handle. The only other car he was in was Stan's (the family car doesn't count) and it was a jeep. Craig helped him open in from the outside and gave a chuckle. Kyle flushed with embarrassment.

"T-thanks."

The living room was nice, a leather couch, a wooden coffee table, and a big screen T.V. Family pictures hung every which way. Craig went into the kitchen and emerged with two Dr. Peppers.

"You can sit ya'know. He said tossing Kyle a pop. He sat down gently, as if the couch would break if he didn't. Craig just threw himself down. "We can either watch T.V down here or play video games in my room."

"Hmm. Video games sound better. But I gotta tell you, I can beat Stan at almost anything." He grinned mischievously.

"Well, I'm not Stan." Craig returned the smile, but his voice sounded offended. Kyle felt guilty, but Craig picked him up and threw him over his shoulders. "And I thought I was skinny, Jeez. How much do you way?"

"Craig! Put me down!" Kyle hit his fists playfully on Craig's back.

"Answer me." He said going up the stairs. They both broke out in laughing fits. Craig laid Kyle down on his bed delicately. "How much do you weigh?" He asked again.

"That... That doesn't matter. Lets play." Kyle was ashamed at how little he weighed. Only 119 and he was 5'4. "Besides, you're skinny too."

"Kyle, I have a weight problem. I eat like mad but I can't gain anything." He plugged in the console and controllers. Kyle sat up and nearly gasped as a little red wrapper and white-ish line halfway under the bed caught his eye. Great, so even Craig got some. While Craig's back was turned he got on all four and looked under the bed. Magazines and a box. He reached under when he felt Craig's arm around his. He'd almost forgotten about Craig. "Not a good idea."

"Why? We're both guys. I like tits as much as the next guy." Craig's face went a light shade of pink.

"No Kyle, you don't understand. Just leave it." Kyle jerked is wrist free and grabbed a magazine. This time he did gasp. On the cover was a naked buff guy posing.

"You're gay?!" His eyes widened and he backed away. Craig avoided Kyle's gaze a sat on his knees.

"Kyle, you don't have to worry or anything. I-"

"You've done it with guys too! Man, that's just sick!" Kyle interrupted. He immediately regretted it when he saw he pained look on Craig's face. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He sat back on his heels and rocked slowly back and forth.

Craig put the magazine back under the bed and sighed.

"Kyle.. You won't tell anyone right? I mean, Tweek and Clyde already know but.." Kyle shook his head.

"I won't. I'm.. sorry." Craig gave him a half-hearted smile.

"Don't be. I like guys, but it doesn't mean I'm upset at myself. It's just one of things you can't avoid." Kyle was amazed at how coolly Craig was saying it. Like being gay and liking guys was the equivalent of taking out the trash or getting sick.

"How long have you known? And who.." He gave a nod at the condom and condom wrapper. Craig stood up and sat on the bed, patting for Kyle to sit next to him. Kyle took a hesitant seat on the other end. Craig let out a knowing sad laugh.

"I've known forever I guess. I mean, I've never like girls. That's why I can never stay with one. Wendy and Bebe were the longest." Kyle remembered Stan getting mad at Craig for dating Wendy five weeks after they had broken up. "As for sex, Clyde wanted to try it." Kyle shot up. Clyde? "He wasn't though. Just wanted to check I guess."

"Was he your first?" Kyle let the words just slide out. Craig was so easy to be around and to talk to. He even moved a little closer.

"No. I made the mistake of hooking up with a random high schooler. I got in way over my head and after we did it he broke up with me." Craig looked hurt.

"Oh.."

"What about you? I bet you still have virgin lips." Kyle blushed at the accusation. Bebe was the only girl he'd ever kissed, and that was on a truly disgusting dare. "That's why I like you. You're innocent and pure." Craig half joked.

"Were you upset about Clyde?" Craig shook his head.

"I expected it."

"Then.. try it with me." Kyle nearly whispered. "Not sex, but kissing." He added quickly. Craig looked surprised then smiled deviously. He nudged closer to Kyle slowly, making sure he wanted it and wasn't going to change his mind after the kiss.

"Cock your head to the left." Kyle obeyed the more experienced boy and cocked his head. He pursed his lips and Craig laughed.

"W-what?"

"You don't have to that. Just close your eyes and relax." Kyle did so. He felt soft, wet lips press against his and pulled closer for more. Craig grabbed his neck and pushed his face closer. Finally they broke apart for breath. Craig looked questionably at Kyle, who softly laughed in return. Craig cracked into his grin and kissed the corner of Kyle's mouth hungrily but hesitant. Kyle moved his head to invite Craig's lips to his full lips. Craig gingerly took the invitation and bit at Kyle's lower lips to gain tongue access. Kyle parted his lips a little teasingly then allowed Craig entrance. He grabbed Craig's shirt in a half hug and let Craig run his hands along his waist. When they apart this time Craig bit on Kyles neck, who moaned in returned.

They both jumped when they heard the phone ringing, and Kyle was laughing to much to hear at first. When they settled down Kyle found out it was his mom asking him what he wanted. She let him stay, but he had to come straight home at 12:00 the next day. Craig volunteered to take him home.

"Now you have another choice. T.V, video games, or make out session." Kyle grinned.

"What do you think? Oh, but I want to see those magazines." Craig looked confused but pulled them out anyway. There were five of them, All with muscled hunks showing off not only their muscles, but their manhood too. "Do you jerk off when you look at them?" Kyle looked up innocently, and Craig couldn't help but notice his reddened (and rather swollen) lips with wisps of his red hair poking out of his hat. Craig pulled off his hat and ran his hand threw the silky locks. Kyle glanced up and smiled as he resumed looking though the magazines.

"Sometimes." Craig admitted.

"How do you do it?" This question took Craig by surprise.

"Um.. How you do it." He replied, attempting to cover the bulge in growing in his pants. Kyle didn't realize how erotic it was for poor Craig to be asked that by the boy he'd loved for a long time. Kyle caught a glimpse of it and looked down at his own.

"Lets do it together." Kyle blushed and edged closer to Craig with his palms on the bed. "If you want.." Kyle turned redder. He wasn't as embarrassed as he'd be with a girl.

"Take off your pants." Craig told him, taking off his own. Kyle's eyes widened at how big it was and Craig blushed. Kyle fumbled at his pants buttons, but was out of them and his underwear quite quickly. "Sit on the bed with your legs hanging off." He sat beside Kyle and took both pieces of flesh in his hand and stroked. Kyle groaned and gasped at how amazing it felt. He trembled slightly and fisted the bedsheets.

"Ah, Craig!" He hadn't meant to say that, but it slipped out anyway. Craig went faster and further down. Kyle gripped the sheets harder. His breath came shorter, and by the looks of it Craig's was too. They both moaned and groaned, Kyle saying Craig's name every so often.

"Craig, I'm going to-" He was cut off by a rather loud moan and felt himself releasing on Craig's hand. Craig came shortly after. It took a few minutes for them to get their breath back. Even when Craig's was normal, Kyle was still letting out shallow, raspy breaths. Craig kissed Kyles neck again before getting up and wiping his hand on a tissue.

"Lets get a shower." Craig suggested. Kyle nodded and followed Craig into the bathroom.

He'd have to hang out with Craig more often now.