I should probably take more time to reread this a few times, but I'm too impatient for that. So here's chapter two. Please review if you have time! Thanks to Trippin'Balls for reviewing chapter one. I appreciate knowing what you did and didn't like.

I don't own South Park.

When You Have Everything to Lose

Chapter 2: So Cute It's Funny

Call him a sap, but this was Craig's favorite place to be. Face-up on his bed, Kenny nestled on top of him, head buried in Craig's chest as Craig buried his hands in those thick blond locks. Sometimes they talked. Other times they just laid there in silence, as Kenny traced his finger along Craig's sharp jaw line. He liked to look down at Kenny's face and watch those impossibly long eyelashes shutter with each blink. The blond wouldn't be smiling, exactly, but his expression was always one of pure contentment. At times like these, Craig felt like no one could tell him this was wrong. No one could say it wasn't real.

"Kenny?" Craig said, breaking the silence.

"Mm hmm?" Kenny mumbled, moving his hand from Craig's jaw line to his throat. Craig didn't quite understand why, but Kenny had a strange fascination with his Adam's apple. He said he liked the way it bobbed up and down when he spoke.

"Do you want to run away?"

"What are we running away from?"

"Everything," Craig murmured. "Everyone."

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere where we can be like this forever, and no one can judge us."

"There's no such place."

"Then just away from South Park. Somewhere where nobody knows us."

"Craig, that's fucking stupid."

Craig combed his fingers through Kenny's hair. "I know."

"But if you're serious," Kenny said, "then sure. Let's run away."

Craig sighed. He'd only been partially serious when he made the suggestion. He knew he couldn't really leave South Park and all of the people he grew up with.

"What are you so afraid of anyways?" Kenny asked. He sat up so he could look Craig in the eyes, straddling the taller boy's hips.

Craig sighed, sitting up as well. "I don't know. Everyone treating me differently. Looking at me differently."

"You care that much about what everyone thinks?"

"It's not that. It's just…" Craig took Kenny's hands in his. "I like us. And I know if my friends find out, they'll just…I don't know, make a big deal out of it and…ruin everything. I like my friends, Kenny, but they're a bunch of assholes."

Kenny laughed.

Craig crossed his arms and glared at Kenny. "What?"

Kenny shook his head, still laughing.

Craig tried to keep glaring, but his face finally broke into an uncharacteristic smile. Kenny's laughter was contagious like that. "Come on, what's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me," Craig said, giving Kenny a poke in the side. "I want in."

"You're just so cute it's funny."

"Would you look at that slut?" Stan muttered, glaring across the room at his ex-girlfriend. "Grinding up on every poor sucker she sees."

Kyle met his gaze. "Dude, she's just talking to Bradley and Jason. Besides, you dumped her. Over a month ago. Shouldn't you be over her by now?"

"I am."

Kyle raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"I am," Stan insisted. "It's just not fair that I dumped her, yet she's the one having fun with other guys tonight while I'm stuck over here with you."

"Don't be an asshole, man. If you weren't such an asshole, maybe you'd have a new girlfriend by now."

Stan rolled his eyes. "A new girlfriend? Who do you think I am—Kenny? I only broke up with Wendy six weeks ago. And we've been together on and off since we were kids."

"Yeah, you know, Kenny and I always agreed that that was a little messed up. I mean, childhood romances aren't supposed to go on that long. They should last, like, a week or two tops."

"My point is I've never been with anyone except Wendy. I can't find a new girl. I wouldn't even know where to start."

"You could start by talking to one."

"Well where am I supposed to find…?"

"We're at a party, Stan. There are girls everywhere. Look, here comes one now."

And when Stan looked up, he saw that Kyle was right. The dark-haired girl who Kenny had so uncharacteristically rejected that day was approaching them.

"Hey guys," she said, looking around, as if expecting to find someone else there with them.

"Hey, uh…"

"Claudia," the girl supplied.

"Claudia. I'm Stan."

"I know," Claudia replied. "Um…Is Kenny here?"

Stan turned to Kyle. "She's looking for Kenny."

"No, he's not here," Kyle told her.

"Oh. Do you know where he is?"

"Honestly? Kenny's kind of kept to himself lately," Kyle replied. "He doesn't really tell us anything anymore."

"Oh. So, um, do you know if he has a girlfriend?"

Stan and Kyle exchanged looks.

"Kenny would tell us if he had a girlfriend, right?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course he would."

Kyle turned back to Claudia. "He doesn't."

"As far as we know," Stan added.

"Aren't you supposed to be his best friends?" the girl asked.

"Yeah. So?"

"Well, aren't best friends supposed to, like, know things about each other?"

"Your point?"

Claudia shook her head. "Nothing. I'll see you guys around."

The guys watched glumly as the attractive girl left to join her friends.

"That's my problem," Stan told Kyle. "All the hot girls are into Kenny."

"I think deep down," Kyle replied, "everyone is a little into Kenny."

"Even you?" Stan asked.

"Even you," Kyle replied.

"Not me, dude. I'm not like that."

Kyle chose not to argue with Stan. He changed the subject. "I can't believe Kenny turned her down. What do you think he's doing right now?"

"Knowing Kenny, I bet he's got an even hotter date tonight."

"Kenny," Craig murmured, as the blond placed several small wet kisses along his collarbone. "If you give me another hickey, I swear to god…"

A soft moan escaped his throat as Kenny began to suck softly as his collarbone. Kneading his hands through the other teen's thick blond hair, Craig laid back on his bed, pulling Kenny down with him. He worked his hands through Kenny's hair, then down his back, until he reached the hem of his white t-shirt. He began to peel the shirt away, and Kenny broke away from Craig's collarbone briefly to allow him to pull the piece of clothing over his head to be discarded somewhere on the messy bedroom floor. Kenny, in turn, began to slowly unbutton Craig's shirt from top to bottom. When he reached the end of the shirt, he moved onto the jeans, unbuttoning those as well.

"Stop," Craig whispered suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Kenny murmured.

"Shh!" Craig hissed. "Did you hear that?"

Kenny lifted his head to listen, as a door slammed in another room.

Craig sat up abruptly, shoving Kenny off of him. "My dad's home! Put your shirt on!"

Kenny scanned Craig's floor for the t-shirt, his head still foggy. "Where is it?"

"Never mind. No time. Just hide."

"Hide where?" Kenny asked, looking around the room. When Craig pointed to a nearby door, Kenny crossed his arms defiantly. "Really? Your closet? Don't you think that's a little too much literal for one day?"

"Fuck, Kenny, just get under the desk then."

As the footsteps in the hall drew nearer, Kenny dove under Craig's desk. Craig buttoned his shirt frantically, popping his collar to hide as much of his blemished neck as he could. As the knob on his door began to turn, Craig planted himself on his desk chair to further conceal Kenny, accidentally kicking him in the stomach as he scooted in.

"Ouch, dude!" Kenny yelped, just as the door swung open.

"Hi, dad," Craig greeted his father, who stood in the doorway looking confused.

"Did I just hear a cry of pain?" Mr. Tucker asked, looking around the room.

"Um. I was just watching this video on YouTube," Craig lied, pointing to his computer screen. "Yeah, this guy just got hit in the balls with a baseball bat."

This answer seemed to satisfy Mr. Tucker, because he didn't press any further. "How was school?" he asked.

"It was goo—ah!"

Mr. Tucker stared at his son, concerned, as Craig kicked something under his desk.

"Something just bit me," Craig explained quickly, swatting an imaginary bug away from his arm. He bit his lip to hold back a moan that was creeping up his throat.

"Is everything okay, son?" Mr. Tucker asked.

"Of course. Wh—AH—y wouldn't it be?"

"Well, I got a call at work today from your school. They said you spent seventh period in the nurse's office."

"Oh, yeah. That. It was nothing. Just a bit of a stom—AH!" Craig threw back his head, and his eyes rolled back in his skull. "Oh, god!" he cried.

"Craig?" his dad said, standing petrified in the doorway.

Craig sat up straight, panting hard, struggling to regain his composure. "Stomach ache," he finished.

"Son, what's going on?"

"Oh, geez. Not now!" Craig cried, kicking under the desk again.

"Craig!" his father shouted.

"It's…my stomach ache. I think it's gas. You might want to go."

"Are you sure? Do you need some…?"

"Just go!" Craig shouted, squirming uneasily.

Mr. Tucker quickly stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Craig gave Kenny another angry kick, standing up and zipping up his jeans. "God, Kenny."

Kenny laughed, crawling out from under the desk. "You need to relax."

"My dad was standing right there!"

"Why do you think I'm laughing?"

Craig crossed his arms. "You're a dick."

"True," Kenny replied, walking toward the taller boy and slipping an arm around his waist. "But you like dicks, Craig."

"You don't think it's true about Annie's brother, do you? Did he really rape a little girl?"

"No, that's just a rumor, man," Stan assured his friend.

"But what if it's true? Aren't you a little nervous about being a party with a rapist?"

"Well…there's beer."

"Stan, that's not the…never mind. Where's Cartman, dude? He's the one who invited us to this stupid party."

"I don't know, dude. I haven't seen him since he got kicked out of English class."

"Cartman got kicked out of class today?"

"Yeah, for calling me gay."

"What an asshole."

"Who's an asshole?"

The two teenagers turned around to see their heavyset friend standing there, looking distracted.

"You are, asshole," Kyle replied.

"Where have you been, Cartman?" Stan asked.

"Just talking to Kevin and Tweek. Asking if they've noticed anything strange about Craig lately."

Stan and Kyle exchanged confused glances.

"Why were you asking Kevin and Tweek about Craig?" Stan asked.

"Because guys," Cartman replied. "I found out something today. Something terrible and…hilarious."

Kyle sighed. "Something tells me we should just walk away and not listen to whatever he wants to tell us."

"No, Kahl, you have to hear this! It's about Kenny, and why he's been acting like such a douche lately."

"I was right," Kyle said. "We definitely don't want to hear to whatever he's clearly dying to tell us."

"Stan," Cartman said, placing a hand on his dark-haired friend's shoulder. "You've noticed that Kenny's been acting strangely, right?"

"Well, yeah," Stan replied. "But what does that have to do with Craig?"

"Don't ask him questions, Stan," Kyle advised. "I'm telling you, whatever he wants to say is totally fucking stupid and has nothing to do with us."

"It has everything to do with us!" Cartman replied dramatically. "Kenny is our best friend. And…" he removed his hat and held it to his heart with both hands. "…he needs our help."

"Why does Kenny need our help?" Stan asked, a look of deep concern in his eyes. "What's wrong with him?"

"Here we go…" Kyle muttered to himself.

"He's…" Cartman said. "He's…gay for Craig Tucker."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "I told you, Stan. I told you whatever Cartman had to tell us was bullshit."

"Kenny's not gay, dude," Stan said. "You're just making that up for attention."

"I am not! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"You call people gay all the time."

"Like when, Stan? When was the last time you heard me call someone gay without evidence that they truly were?"

"This afternoon. You told Mrs. Andrews that I didn't finish my homework because I was too busy having sex with Kyle."

"He said what?" Kyle cried.

"I said 'making out', Stanley. And anyways, this time I really mean it. I saw Kenny and Craig sucking face in the middle of the hallway. And Craig had so many hickeys on his neck, it looked like a fucking rash."

Kyle crossed his arms. "I don't believe you, Cartman. If Kenny was gay and wanted to hide it, why would he kiss Craig in the middle of the hallway?"

"Because no one else was around, Kahl. It was during seventh period when I got sent to the principal's office."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "This is ridiculous. Come on, Stan. We don't have to listen to this anymore."

"No, I'm serious-lah you guys!"

Kyle gestured for Stan to follow him, but the dark-haired boy didn't move.

"Stan, come on," Kyle urged.

"Kyle," Stan replied, not budging. "What if he's telling the truth?"

"You're not really considering this, are you? Come on, Cartman lies to get attention all the time."

"Ey! I do not!"

"But Kyle," Stan said. "Kenny has been acting weird lately. And he was really late for English today."

"So?"

"Well you have Spanish with Craig, don't you?" Stan asked. "Was he really late to class too?"

Kyle thought about it. "Well…yeah. But he had a note saying he was in the nurse's office."

"Dude, so did Kenny. He forges those notes all the time."

"He does?"

"Yeah, dude. He forged one for me last week."

"Okay but…that doesn't mean he was making out with Craig."

"Kahl! I saw them. They walked out of the janitor's closet together and they were all sweaty and their clothes were messed up and Craig was mad at Kenny for sucking on his neck. I swear on my shiny white bawls."

"He swears on his balls, dude," Stan said.

"Okay," Kyle said, rubbing his temples. "Let's pretend for one second that Cartman's not completely full of shit. Let's say he really did see Kenny kiss Craig in the hallway."

"'Kay?" Stan said.

"Does that really mean Kenny's gay?"

"What kind of stupid question is that?" Cartman asked. "If you started making out with Stan right now, it would totally make you gay."

"This is Kenny we're talking about here," Kyle replied. "Maybe he's just…experimenting."

"That makes sense," Stan agreed. "After all, Kenny is the biggest whore in all of South Park."

"But if he was gonna experiment with a guy," Cartman replied, "it wouldn't be with Craig. He'd go for someone more manly like…Token or Stan. Or me."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you Cartman?"

"Anyways," Cartman went on, ignoring Kyle's comment. "Craig has braces."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Kyle asked.

"Everyone knows you can't be a good kisser if you wear braces."

Kenny ran his tongue along warm silver metal, until Craig's teeth parted. For a moment, the two teenagers fought for dominance, until Craig's tongue finally overpowered Kenny's and found its way into the smaller boy's mouth. Craig explored Kenny's mouth for a while. Kenny could barely breathe, but he didn't really mind. He jumped slightly when he felt the other's tongue press hard against the roof of his mouth.

"Woah, dude," he said, pulling away and breathing heavily.

He'd always been told that people with braces weren't good kissers, but Craig's skills never ceased to amaze him.