PinkNinja: A little smut for you guys.

Kenny McCormick has put a mask on today. One that covers his whole face. One where we cannot see him at all. When I asked him why all he could do was stare at me. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I knew he was looking at me. I just knew for some reason. He wouldn't take it off. The teachers don't really care about him so he had it on the whole time. This wasn't the first time he has had it on though. Sometimes it was only for a day. Sometimes, for a week. He once had it on for at least a month until he took it off. I didn't question him that time though. But underneath that mask, I knew he was frowning. He is still near other people, interacting making them laugh, smile, grin, happy. But I can see, even from far away, that underneath, he is still sad. Still very lonely. It makes me sick. I don't want to see him frowning like that.

"McCormick, drop the mask." You stop smiling and grin at me.

"What mask?" You ask with confidence.

"The one you're wearing. It's hiding your face and that makes me sick."

You stop smiling and look around to the other people that have suddenly surrounded us. You give off a nervous chuckle and grab my hand to leave. Breaking the circle of people that were surrounding us, you bring me to a janitors' closet. You close and lock the door then looked at me.

"Craig, I really don't know what you're talking about." This only infuriates me. I grab his arm and pull him forward. He winces and struggles out of my grip to only trip and lose balance. I fall on top with him beneath me. Taking the opportunity, I place my fingers on his mask to take it off because all I want to see is his face but it cracks. The mask starts to chip off and I can see tears well up in his wide eyes. I wipe it away before it can come out and tell him something.

"Don't cry. You'll look ugly."

He struggles to not cry and does anyway. I start wiping away his tears. One by one, slowly wiping them away so that new tears can come flowing down. He gets up and looks at me once more. Eyes with sadness that can break you apart are really depressing to watch, so I look away. I reach out to grab his arm but when I do, he winces again. I know something is up now. I roll up his sleeves to see gashes on his pale arm. I involuntarily wince and start to trace and count each cut. One, two, three, four… six, seven, eight… twelve, thirteen, fourteen… nineteen, twenty, twenty one… there's too many. I look up at him as he frowns, disappointed in what he's done. I start unzipping his parka and he looks at me with nervous eyes. I tell him it's okay. At least I think so. When I lift up the shirt that he wears under the parka, I see bruises. Blue and purple splotches of ugly. It doesn't suit him. I push him back and start kissing and counting each bruise. One, two, three… six, seven, eight… fourteen, fifteen… twenty one, twenty two… even more than his cuts. One by one, I kiss them with gentleness that he never got from his parents. Or with anyone. I start from top to the bottom. I take off his pants and see other splotches of ugly on his legs. I start to kiss them too. He whimpers as my face is near his thigh, kissing and kissing. You cover your face with gloved hands and start crying again.

"Why Craig? Why are you the only one to notice?" I stop kissing and move to his face, where his hands still are. I take them away and stare directly into his baby blue eyes. And I say my reason.

"Because I love you."

And he starts crying again. I slowly kiss away his tears and start playing with his blonde hair. This calms you down a bit. You look at me once you're done with the crying.

"Kiss me Craig." And I oblige with your demand. Our lips meet in a rushed fashion as I hurry to make you feel loved. Important even. My tongue glides over your lips and you give me permission to enter. Once in, we battle for dominance. Tongues clashing and exploring, wanting to find a new taste in the other. I had won and he had let me take control. I could feel our erections brush against each other. You moan into my mouth and I keep exploring. Once I feel as if I were to pass out, I let go of your lips, with only a string of saliva still connecting us. Face heated and red, I put my knee between your opened legs and you give out a gasp. I bring my face to your chest and start licking everywhere. From your nipple to your bellybutton. Sucking and kissing, you moan and wiggle underneath me. The sight only makes me want to do more. Then I stop and realize what I was doing. I kneel up and you look at me, confused. I was doing this against your will and I'm not sure if you were letting me. You also kneel up and put your arms around my neck, giving me a hug.

"Please Craig, don't stop. I want to feel loved. I want to not be somebody's fuck toy anymore. I don't want any more beatings. I want you, I need you. So please show me you love me Craig. Because I love you too." And you kiss me and I push you down again, taking control. My hand going to his erection and slipping underneath his boxers to grasp his erection. You moan and mumble out a yes. I keep stroking until you can't take it anymore and just cum. You look at me, eyes dusted with lust and say, 'my turn'. You start by stripping me off until I was bare to your eyes only. Your face gets near my dick and you start stroking it. Then you go and lick the head and I give out a breathy moan. You then engulf the thing as if it was a meal and start stretching yourself. The sight was too much to take in and I felt as if I could cum right away. But you took my stick out of your mouth before I could cum. You also took your fingers out and got on top of me.

"Craig, I can't hold it in anymore. I need it." You position yourself and slowly slide in. When it's finally all in you give out a big moan. You take no time as to stop and just rush into it. Names of Craig and Kenny were breathed into the room. Up and down, up and down, you were just jumping up and down and taking control. I thought you got tired so I took control and pushed you on your back, holding your legs to your chest and just kept thrusting. I was finding your prostate, each thrust getting deeper and at a different angle. I had hit a spot that made you shiver and just repeatedly kept hitting it. I grasped your now standing erection and started stroking again.

"C-Craig, I-I'm going to c-cum.. Please, f-faster.." Like you said, I had gone faster. I was about to come too but needed that extra push to drive both him and I to the edge. He had finally came and while he came, his ass had clenched tightly around my member and that made me go insane. I came right inside him and kissed him. It was bliss and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. We were both tired and exhausted that we couldn't move so we decide to just cuddle with each other for the rest of the school period.

"I never thought that you were great at sex, Craig." You chuckled weakly as I grinned.

"Well you don't know a lot of things about me."

Our clothes were on top of us, hiding our naked body as we cuddled in the janitors' closet. His head on my chest, my arms surrounding him. I love Kenny McCormick and I was not going to have it any other way.

PinkNinja: So, how was it? Pretty good? Pretty bad?