Kenny's legs splayed down atop the mattress, spread out with his knees bearing harsh, red tones. He dipped his hips down, allowing his cock to taste delicious friction against the cotton sheets.

"Fuck!" he panted, thrusting his hips back against Craig. The raven haired boy's fingers dug into Kenny's waistline, pulling and pushing, scratching and groping.

Kenny's nails slid along the bed, grasping at the fabric and ripping the ends of the corner of the mattress. His teeth bared, he sank them down onto the bed in front of him, letting out long, guttural moans of pleasure and begging. Craig's fingers slid down along his back before tangling in his hair, ripping him upright with a startled yelp. The feeling of Craig's hot and heavy breath weighed against his neck, his skin glazed over with sweat. "Craig...Craig shit," he hissed, throwing his head back onto the boy's shoulder, his mouth agape and his hands reaching behind him desperately, scraping his nails around any part of Craig's skin that he could manage to get a hold on.

Craig merely grunted, leaning down and sinking his teeth viciously into Kenny's shoulder. The boy arched forward with a cry, only for Craig's arm to sneak around and grab him across his stomach, pulling him violently back down along his cock. His hand wormed its way down, grasping around Kenny's dick firmly and stroking him in time with his thrusts. Kenny let out a series of mumbles and moans that shot straight down to Craig's libido, his rhythm becoming quickly destabilized and his movements more and more harsh and violent with each pulse.

"Fuck, there! There!" Kenny pled, his body shaking and his eyes closed, teeth scraping over his lip angrily, demanding more feeling to arise from his body. Craig merely continued along, silent per usual save for the occasional animalistic noise and a few murmurings of the words 'whore' and 'slut'. Never anything more, that was what Kenny had come to live with and expect.

But words were the last thing on his mind as his hips shot forward and his vision enclosed in darkness exploded into an array of white and blue, his body rocketing with adrenaline and his mind just barely able to comprehend the ecstasy. His body fought to regain control of his muscles as Craig let out a few heavy groans before the feeling of warmth suddenly pushed into the boy.

Craig let go of him and Kenny fell forward onto the mattress, panting and gulping down mouthfuls of air. Craig stabilized himself overtop of the blonde before exhaustedly pulling out of him, grabbing a towel from the nightstand and throwing it down onto Kenny's bare ass. "Clean yourself up," he managed to work out past the heavy breathing.

Kenny creaked open an eye and chuckled softly. "And who says I don't wanna savor the feeling of ya for a while, big guy?" he fluttered his lashes mockingly and Craig scoffed.

"Your ass when it starts itching like a motherfucker," he replied blatantly, flopping down onto the bed beside him on his back.

"Oh, ya sweet talker, you," he rolled his eyes, reaching down and cleaning himself off, tonguing in disgust at the feeling of the escapees sliding down his inner thighs. He finished and handed the towel off to Craig for him to finish wiping off his hand. Craig threw the towel down beside the bed and flickered his eyes down towards the blonde and snorted at his exhausted expression.

"One round and you're out? Jesus, McCormick, you're not really living up to your whore status you know."

Kenny opened his eyes, his mouth closing as his brow furrowed. "Fuck you, I'm not a whore."

"Your ass begs to differ," he commented, smacking it a bit and laughing at Kenny's disposition. Kenny sat up with a deep breath, grabbing his cigarettes from the nightstand and beginning to light one up. "Hey, cool it, McCormick, my parents will flip a shit if they smell smoke up here," Craig growled. "Go to the window."

"Yes, Master," he seethed, slowly sliding off the bed and moving over to slide open Craig's window. He lit up his smoke and leaned against the wall, staring out into the dark night.

"What's your problem?" Craig sighed.

"Nothin'."

"Obviously. Did I hurt your feelings calling you a whore?" he taunted, sitting up on the edge of his bed and rubbing his eyes tiredly. Kenny looked towards him, taking in full view of his naked body and couldn't help but shudder. Craig was handsome to be sure. Fuck he was gorgeous when it came down to it. But just not Kenny's type by a long shot. Craig was a nice body attached to an asshole of a head, and a mouth that never seemed to know how the fuck to compliment someone or just shut the fuck up when the time was right. Unfortunately, he was the only one who seemed willing enough to open up to Kenny like this. "Well?" Craig insisted. Kenny shot his eyes back up to meet an agitated gray stare and just sighed again.

"No. I'm just tired."

"Well I would be, too after fucking a sex god like myself," he scoffed.

"Yeah. Sex god. Right," he rolled his eyes, smirking at him playfully.

Craig's expression remained stoic as he focused on the blonde ashing on his windowsill. "What's up your ass? Seriously."

"Since when do you care?"

"Well excuse me for expressing an interest," he threw up his hands exasperatedly and threw himself back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling tiredly. Kenny looked from him out back towards the outside and took a heavy breath, rubbing his head against the wall.

"We're pathetic," he said quietly.

"What?"

"I said we're pathetic. We can't find anyone so we fuck each other like two bit hookers," he let out a sigh.

Craig groaned, dragging his hands over his eyes exhaustedly. "McCormick, why the fuck do I only seem to get you on the days that you're on your period?"

"I'm serious, Craig," he insisted, pacing lightly along the window, his bare feet scraping along the carpet in a soft swish swish. "We're pathetic n' alone n' we just fell into each other by default."

"Look, I'm not seeing the problem here," Craig raised his brow. "Dude what's wrong with being a single guy who has sex pretty much whenever the fuck he wants? I think your estrogen is showing. Besides, I thought that for years you considered yourself to be 'King of Intercourse' around school. Bragging about this and that and who and where and whatever."

"Yeah but that was because I was the only one doing that," Ken smirked. "Now that everyone is gettin' laid it just ain't as much of a proud moment. Hell, even Cartman gets in the sack now n' again."

"I thought we all agreed hiring hookers doesn't count," he scoffed.

"Well then I guess you're not on my list anymore, Tucker."

Craig threw a pillow at his head and rolled his eyes. "Look there's nothing wrong with just having sex because we fucking feel like it. If people think it's a problem, fuck 'em. If you think it's a problem, then fine, I can always find someone else to mess around with."

Kenny looked at him for a moment, taking a heavy inhale of his cigarette with his lips curling thoughtfully. "No, I don't really want to lose the sex. I just don't particularly want it with you."

"And I don't want it with you, either. Why the fuck do you think we don't face each other, Idiot?"

Kenny pulled a strand of his light hair. "I always figured that from the back I'm some kind of masculine Tweek to ya."

The faintest tinge brushed Craig's cheeks before he scoffed again. "No, I just like being able to slam your head down into a pillow so you'll shut the fuck up now and again."

"Oh, Craig, I do believe that was the sweetest thing ya ever said to little ol' me," Kenny smiled and fluttered his lashes.

"Don't get used to it, Assfuck," he grimaced. "I don't know what the hell you think is wrong with being single and gettin' laid though. If you get into it with a certain Jew, who I know you're thinking about every time I touch your dick," he raised his brow as Kenny shifted uncomfortably, "you probably wouldn't get laid for a hell of a long time."

"Oh please," Kenny ashed and took another drag, "Stan got Kyle into a bed for the first time in three days after they started datin', I could do it in three hours."

Craig raised his brow. "Three days? Did Kyle tell you three days, seriously?"

"Well...yeah? We tell each other everythin'," he shrugged.

The black-haired boy stared a bit unbelievingly. "Well, that's not what Marsh was bragging about before they announced that they were goin' out," he laid on his back, hands behind his head.

Kenny cocked his head, "The fuck are you talkin' about, Tucker?"

"Dude, about two weeks before they started dating, Stan and Kyle got drunk at one of Token's parties and had sex on his kitchen counter. Did you seriously not know that?"

The blonde blinked a few times. "No...That's not true because Kyle told me that he wasn't going to put out for anyone, not even Stan."

"That's the party when you asked him to go over to your house, isn't it?" Craig sat up and stared him dead in the eye in a way that sent unpleasant shivers down Kenny's spine. "The one where he told you that he wasn't interested in anybody whatsoever and wasn't going to degrade himself as to have sex like that without being in a committed relationship first?"

"Yeah, yeah, Craig I was the one fuckin' gettin' shot down you don't have to reiterate it for me!" Kenny snapped. His blue eyes shot down to the floor, scanning it as if some magical truth would appear through the timber wolf carpeting. He looked over towards Craig's desk and strode over, grabbing his jeans that were tossed carelessly over Craig's computer monitor in the midsts of their plans. He fumbled through his pockets, grabbing his phone out and letting his cigarette bounce between his lips as he slid into his message screen.

"What are you doing?" Craig asked.

Kenny shot him a heavy glare. "I'm askin' Kyle what the fuck he's trying to pull over me."