When Craig Tucker had agreed to tutor Kenny McCormick in math, he had meant literal tutoring. So it escaped him how they had ended up playing videogames together every Thursday night, with little talk of maths.
That particular Thursday, they were both sprawled on Craig's bedroom floor, several maths books and sheets of paper discarded in one corner as they played Battlefield 4.
"Behind you," Craig said through gritted teeth. "Kenny, behind you. Gosh, you're useless."
Kenny rolled his eyes as he watched his player fall to the ground, a familiar blood graphic decorating the screen. He sighed and dropped the controller, reaching for the bag of sour candy nestled beside him. "Battlefield isn't my strong point." He mumbled, mouth full. "What should we do now?"
"I could like, actually tutor you."
Kenny wrinkled his nose at the idea, but nodded. "Sure, Mr Tucker." He joked, reaching for a sheet of paper that was covered in triangles. "This is what I don't get."
Craig shuffled over and frowned. "Dude, that's simple."
"So I'm just really slow, right?"
"No!" Craig replied hastily. "Okay, so that 0 with the line through it is theta. That's what you're looking for-" He continued to explain sin , cos and tan to the blonde boy, receiving several 'but how does that work?' and confused grunts from him. After a good twenty minutes of recapping angles and triangle equations, Kenny finally nodded and began to scrawl a few numbers and sums down on his paper.
"Pass the sour gummies." Craig said to his friend as he sat cross-legged in front of his French homework. After several moments of silence, he repeated himself. "Ken, the gummies."
Kenny looked up with a grin on his face. "Nah." He said simply, grabbing the gummies. Craig sighed and crawled over to the blonde boy, reaching out with a slender hand.
"Dude, just fuckin' pass them. I gotta finish my French w-" A small oof was heard as Craig toppled over on to the skinnier boy. A blush immediantly covered his cheeks and he scrambled up on to his hands and knees. "Sorry-" He cleared his throat, still balancing over Kenny. "Pass."
Kenny shook his head nonchalantly, a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. "Why should I?"
Craig frowned, looking Kenny dead in the eyes. "Because I want candy, you dick." His voice seemed to soften when he spoke. Their faces were only inches away and Craig could smell Kenny's cologne and fuck did it smell good. He felt like burying his nose in Kenny's soft blonde hair and-
"Quit staring and just kiss me." Kenny's voice startled Craig, and it startled Kenny too. "I mean-"
His sentence was cut off as their lips met. Craig was a better kisser than Kenny had expected, his braces making the kiss way different than any other that Kenny had experienced - not that that was a bad thing.
Craig ran his tongue over Kenny's lips, urging him to part them and Kenny happily did so, the metal of Craig's tongue piercing running along the insides of Kenny's mouth. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, Kenny's hands tangled in Craig's raven hair.
A string of saliva seemed to refuse for them to part when they eventually pulled away, the transparent thread still joining their lips. Craig smirked as he sat up, the bag of sour gummies in his slender palm.
"Asshole." Kenny uttered breathlessly.