A/N: this is a short, filler kind of chapter. Although something important does happen, Next one things start to get more serious.
Warnings: light bondage
A few hours later after crawling out of bed, enduring classes and avoiding Kenny, Craig leaves for the bathroom during his lunch period. He takes a piss, and then goes to wash his hands. He doesn't realize the blond is in the room until he turns around and the other male is right in his face, all smiles. He folds his arms and raises his chin.
"Have fun playing with yourself earlier, Tucker?" Kenny questions as he reaches a hand out and pushes black strands of hair away from Craig's face. This time he lets him. He looks up at Kenny with a poker face, unreadable.
"You aren't that good, Mccormick." He replies. He backs up a bit, hitting the wall as Kenny moves his face closer to his.
"You didn't turn me on in the least." He lies through his teeth. Kenny smirks. He stops stroking Craig's hair and runs his finger tips down the side of his face. Craig contains the little shivers he gets by the soft touch.
"Really." He states more than questions. He drops his hands to his side and steps back. Craig thinks maybe he is going to leave it there. But then he lets out a low chuckle and rests a hand on his forehead as he throws his head back in laughter. He grabs Craig's arms, holding them above his head. He slams him against the bathroom wall, holding his thin wrists in one hand and unravels his uniform tie. He ties Craig's hands together and pins him to the wall.
"If I didn't then, I sure as hell will now." He says as he drops to his knees, popping the button of Craig's jeans and pulling down the zipper, he grips onto his hips as he mouths at him through his boxers.
Craig's hips jerk and he squirms, trying to break the restraints on his hands so he can push Kenny off of him, not wanting him to know he is enjoying this. Kenny pulls down his boxers and runs his tongue along Craig's length. The dark haired male lets out a moan and Kenny smirks, satisfied with the noise. He takes Craig into his mouth and bobs his head.
He moves slowly, torturous. Craig squirms as Kenny takes him deeper into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucks Craig's dick.
Eventually Craig can't handle it and begins to thrust into his mouth, fucking his face with his eyes squeezed shut. He wants to bury his hand in Kenny's hair but he can't. He squirms, pulling at the confinements. When the blond thinks that he's got Craig hot and bothered enough, close to coming, Kenny pulls off. He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Not that good, huh?" He mocks. He loosens the knot and Craig slides down to the floor, panting. Kenny slams the door behind him and Craig breaks the binding, he grabs his length, pulling at it until he cums.
When he returns to the lunch room he has a far away look on his face. He sits next to Jason who briefly looks at him. He raises his hand in a wave and but Craig ignores it. He stares blankly at his hands.
Clyde notices his presence and beams at him.
"Craig!" He says, cheerfully. He leans across the table to get in his face.
"Where were you?" He questions. The brunette is all perfect smiles and teeth and it pisses Craig off. He let's out a sigh.
"No where." He lies. Clyde frowns and sits back down.
"What is wrong with you?" He inquires, he was used to Craig's moodiness. But it still worried him. He tries to pry answers out of his best friend. The dark hairdd boy has been strange as of late.
"Don't worry about it." Craig tells Clyde. Clyde shrugs and rolls his eyes, letting it go. He goes back to talking to Jason who watched the exchange quietly. The brunettes vision flicks to him every now and then though.
Craig looks over his shoulder where he sees Kenny, his gaze firmly fixed on him. He winks at him. Annoyed, Craig raises his middle finger at the other male, not paying attention to who sees. He doesn't notice Clyde following his eyes to Kenny,
Everyone is asleep again. Even Kenny this time. It is just Craig. He waited until they all were slumbering. The clock reads 3 am and he turns on his side, looking at Kenny while he lays on his back. He sits up and pushes the covers off of himself. Quietly he slips into Kenny's bed, straddling him.
He leans down, pressing his lips to the blonds. He presses feather soft kisses to his face, down his neck. Kenny bites his lip, opening his eyes, sleepily looking at Craig who is bathed in moonlight. He wants to reach out and touch him, thinking he is dreaming and he does. Craig lets him.
The dark haired male rolls his hips down on Kenny's growing tent in his pajama pants as Kenny touches his face. The blond thrusts up with him as craig runs his hands down Kenny's abdomen, he continues moving himself on him, purposely being a little louder than he is used to. He knows that it turns Kenny on when he is noisy so he lets little breathy noises escape his mouth.
Kenny looks up at him in his dream like state and rests his hands on Craig's hips. He tugs at the waist band of his boxers, wanting to feel his skin on his. Craig presses a gentle kiss to his lips again.
He stops moving on him and gingerly strokes the side of Kenny's face with the back of his hand.
"Hope you have fun playing with yourself," he says, monotonous as he crawls off of him. He slips back into his bed and hears Kenny curse under his breathe.
He pulls the covers over himself and closes his eyes, a small smile on his face. He falls asleep satisfied with the fact that he had gotten some sort of revenge,