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Rum equals desperation

Clyde knew he probably had the goofiest grin on his face when he loudly knocked on Bebe's door. The party was already going on inside and he heard the loud bass thumping from the living room. Bebe opened the door, wearing a very flimsy little dress and a big smile.

"Hey, Clyde!"

"Hiya, Bebe!"

"I brought you some lemon bars." He held up the little package.

"Oh, those are so nice!" She motioned for him to come inside. In the living room he immediately spotted the regular crowd: Stan and Kenny on the sofa, talking and drinking and some girls were already dancing to the beat of some song, most of the guys were standing against the wall watching the girls dance.

"I'm going over to Kenny and Stan." He said in Bebe's ear as he could already see the other two boys waiving happily at him.
Still grinning he wedged himself between the two of them. Kenny leaned back over the arm rest and put his legs over Clyde's lap.

"Hey, dude. Sup?" He winked at Clyde as he put his arm behind his head.

"Oh, nothing much."

"Oh?" Kenny rose his eyebrows and grinned in much the same way Clyde was.

"Why are you smiling so much?" Stan asked to his right.

"Yeah, Clyde? Why are you smiling so much?" Kenny quipped.

"Oh, I dunno." He really needed to stop smiling so bad, or otherwise Stan would be questioning him too. Kenny knew and that was enough already.

"By the looks of you have had a fun couple of days."

"Ah, yes. Yes I have."

"Oh, what did you do?" Stan asked, sounding genuinely interested, not at all like Kenny who was grinning like a retard and nudging Clyde with his fist.

"I, uh." Well, no harm in telling a bit of the truth. "I sort of hooked up." Stan fully turned to him, really interested now.

"Really, with who?"

"With, ah, uhm."

"No." Stan interrupted, his eyes going wide. "Don't tell me- don't tell me you guys finally resolved that sexual tension that was hanging between the two of you!" Clyde blushed.

"What are you talking about?" Clyde tried.

"Oh, I don't know." Kenny said. "Maybe he was talking about the fact that our stoic friend has been pining after you for months now and it seems as though he has finally gotten that fine ass of yours."

"He hasn't gotten my ass!" Clyde burst out. Kenny and Stan exploded with laughter.

"So what did he get?" Kenny wiggled his eyebrows.

"I don't kiss and tell."

"So you did kiss?" Stan said. "Come on dude, you have to tell us!" Clyde shifted uncomfortably.

"Only when you tell me how you found out."

"Are you serious?" Stan laughed. "We could all see it man! He was always taking care of you, worrying over you."

"That's what friends do."

"Oh, I don't know dude. Craig doesn't care take care of anyone the way he takes care of you. I don't think he would have taken Token home if he had barfed in Kyle's yard." Stan said.

"So, you all knew?" Clyde said stunned, they both laughed again.

"Yes, dude. I'm sorry." Kenny said, reaching towards the floor where there was a small pile of beer. He grabbed three and handed them to the others, keeping one for himself.

"Though you were a bit harder to see through." They opened their beers and clinked them together in a quick toast.

"But we could tell you were oblivious about Craig." Stan added. "And later we understood you were oblivious about your own feelings as well."

"Well, that's not-"

"Until you guys kissed."

"Oh my God, that was so cute!" Kenny got misty eyed at the memory. "You were both so into it, and didn't know the other was too."

"Yeah, you guys were kissing for nearly fifteen minutes."

"We were not!"

"Were too! You just didn't notice because you were finally having your way with Craig."

"That's so not what-"

"It was pretty hot too!"

"Dude, I nearly wanted to whack off right there and then." Kenny's last comment was too much for Clyde. He pushed Kenny's legs off of his lap and got up.

"Jesus, really you guys!" He took a last swig of his beer and put the empty can on the nearby coffee table.

"Oh come on, dude!" Stan said. Clyde made a mock upset face.

"I'm going to dance for a bit." But he couldn't stop the smile from creeping back onto his face. He winked at them and moved to the dance floor.

He danced some with Bebe, his hands finding her familiar, but to him no longer attractive, curves. Grinding with her felt bad so he stopped that quickly. It felt like cheating on Craig because it nearly made him hard. Not because Bebe was hot but because he was thinking of grinding with Craig instead. He excused himself and went into the kitchen for some food, even when he knew the chance of finding any tacos or taco related food there was very little. But he noticed he was alone so he quickly his marker and looked for a bit of wall. He started writing quickly.

"Craig Tucker" and underneath: "Ass-"

"You sure you want to finish that, Donovan?" A voice sounded in his ear.

"I don't know, maybe. Because I'm pretty sure it's true anyway." He said without looking over his back. A hand grabbed his ass, squeezing it. Warm breath moved over his ear.

"Damn right it is." Clyde moaned quietly as the hand moved to his waist and caressed him there.

"Kenny and Stan know." He blurted out.

"I figured they might." The hand moved up over his chest and caressed his shoulder just as that warm mouth started to plant kisses over his jaw. Clyde closed his eyes and felt himself get a little weak in the knees at the soft treatment he was getting.

"You don't mind?" The hand kept massaging his shoulder.

"Hm, no." Suddenly the hand moved over his upper arm and slid lower, snatching the marker out of his hand. Abruptly Craig stepped back and Clyde felt strangely cold and rejected when he realized what Craig had done.

"You took advantage of me!"

"Yes. Get used to it. I like taking advantage of you." Clyde turned and met Craig's victorious eyes.

He was finally able look at Craig and took in Craig's appearance with great relief and delight. The taller boy looked very handsome in his dark purple shirt and tight fitted jeans. Only now did Clyde realize Craig actually looked kind of gay when he wanted to. His black hair was neatly combed and formed a big contrast with Clyde's own messy mop of brown hair. He knew how that hair felt when he ran his finger through it and couldn't wait to do it again but right then he had to address an issue first. Namely Craig taking advantage of his vulnerability when it came to Craig himself.

"That's not fair!" Craig's eyebrows rose.

"Your point?" He moved to the wall and starting writing when he stepped back Clyde's scribble had been completed and added to read:

"Craig Tucker bad ass mother fucker." Clyde smiled.

"See, Donovan? You can also leave compliments." He handed the marker back to Clyde. Clyde could only grin and accepted the marker. Quickly he pocketed it and threw his arms around Craig's shoulders pulling him against him. They were alone anyway, he might as well take advantage of it.

"I can give you a compliment right here right now." Clyde proposed, eyes glinting with mischief. Craig's eyes lit up and his hands landed on Clyde's waist.

"Oh?" He backed Clyde up against the wall, the refrigerator next to Clyde blocking them from being viewed from the living room. The movement had made their chests press together.

"Like the fact that you have amazing hair." Clyde smiled, running his hand through it. "And the fact that you're very funny and can be caring when you think no one is paying attention." His hands slid to Craig's neck, pulling him towards him.

"Or how your lips are just-." The rest of his sentence was smothered by Craig's mouth, claiming him in a hard and passionate kiss. Clyde moaned into the kiss, still completely overcome by pure joy and arousal whenever Craig kissed him. And this kiss was very passionate and demanding. Craig was dominating him completely, pressing him against the wall with urgency and his hands sliding up underneath Clyde's shirt instantly. Clyde shuddered as Craig's fingers traced over his stomach and dipped lower. He couldn't suppress the loud moan that came from his mouth as Craig started to kiss down his neck. He gripped Craig's shoulders tightly as he felt Craig's teeth sink into the soft skin of his neck. His hips bucked forward involuntarily as Craig's fingers trailed over his jeans, pressing against the erection underneath. Suddenly Craig stepped away from him, leaving him breathless and slumped against the wall.

"Wha-." But then he heard some noise and movement, indicating some people were walking into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey Craig!" Clyde, still hiding behind the refrigerator, recognized Kyle's voice which was quickly followed by the annoyed rumbling of Cartman who was obviously following him.

"Hey guys." Craig said, sounding deceitfully impassive.

"I thought we would have some alone time." The bigger boy muttered. Clyde shuddered at what he thought Cartman had wanted to do to Kyle had he thought he was alone in the kitchen with him. Just then Kyle came into view, closely followed by Cartman.

"Hey Clyde, didn't see you there." Clyde just cleared his throat in answer, afraid his voice was going to give him away completely when he tried to speak. He saw Craig smirk at him before turning and leaving the kitchen.

"Yeah, Clyde. Don't you have somewhere to go?" Cartman snapped, moving close to Kyle. Suddenly the red head turned an impressive shade of red. Clyde realized Cartman must have grabbed his ass. He took it as his cue to leave the kitchen.

"Yeah, you are right. I think I'll go back to the others." He pushed himself away from the wall and with still slightly shaking legs he walked back into the living room. With some relief he realized his erection had all but evaporated when he had seen Kyle's and Cartman's faces.

He was pulled onto the dance floor immediately by Kenny and Stan who were dancing in the midst of the crowd.

"Hey! Craig was looking for you!" Stan yelled over the loud music. He pulled a small bottle from his jeans pocket and magically conjured up some shot glasses.

"Oh, I think he found him." Kenny smirked at Clyde's still flustered face.

"We were both busy these past days, we hadn't seen each other for a while." Clyde clarified.

"That reunion must have been joyous." Kenny wiggled his eyebrows. Clyde just smiled back and took the little shot glass Kenny handed to him. The liquid inside was a deep and rich shade of brown.

"What's this?"

"Rum, from Cuba"

"So, what are we drinking to?" Kenny asked. "Gay sex?"

Clyde blushed enormously but clinked their glasses together. They threw back their shots and Kenny refilled their glasses.

"Hm, what can we toast to now?" Stan asked. "Maybe just, I don't know-"

"MAKING OUT ON CRAIG'S COUCH!" Kenny and Stan yelled in unison. Clyde shushed them and looked around in panic.

"How do you guys know?" He whispered.

"Craig spilled." Kenny smirked.

"He would never do that!"

"He passed here just a moment ago and Kenny asked him how you two hooked up." Stan rolled his eyes at his blond friend. "Craig just said that you came over and you guys ended up kissed on his couch and Kenny sort of filled in the details." Clyde blushed.

"Well, that's true."

"Good! Let's toast to that then!" Kenny held up his glass and Clyde bumped his against it, still looking around afraid to get caught. But the other people were too busy dancing and chatting to notice his blushing or uncomfortable look. They downed their shots and Kenny immediately refilled their glasses.

"Uhm…"Clyde started.

"Oh no, don't tell me." Kenny said with a look at Clyde. "He doesn't want you drinking." Clyde shifted a bit, uncomfortable.

"It's not that. He doesn't want me drunk. Because apparently I behave like a retard then and don't know when to stop." The other two boys laughed at his comment.

"Well, it's true." Stan said. "You can be a bit of a fool when you're drunk. How about we just get you tipsy." Clyde still hesitated.

"Craig's in the garden, he doesn't have to know." Kenny muttered in Clyde's ear. Clyde settled on saying the one thing he shouldn't say:

"Sure, just one more." Kenny and Stan grinned at each other.

XXX

The rum was making Clyde feel really fuzzy and giddy instantly. The high alcohol percentage was shooting to his head quickly and he felt more confident than ever when he was dancing on the dance floor. He had managed to prevent himself from drinking too much, but that last shot he had taken may still have been a bit too much.

The music was loud and the bass thumping through his body. He felt great and loved his friend. Kenny and Stan were awesome, he decided. Stan was already swaying a bit and eyeing Kyle and Cartman, who had returned from the kitchen, with a frown on his face. The two of them were grinding shamelessly on the dance floor, Cartman's hands low on Kyle's ass and a satisfied smirk on his face. Kyle was blushing but at the same time letting himself go completely and was arching his back desperately to press more firmly against Cartman.

Clyde's eyes shifted to Kenny and smiled at him. Kenny grinned back saucily at him and put his arms around Clyde's shoulders.

"I'm really glad you two finally hooked up you know."

"Well you had a part in it, too, accomplishing it I mean." Clyde smiled back and put his hands on Kenny's slim waist. Kenny took a step closer, pressing their bodies together.

"I know I did. Any reward for that?"

"Maybe.." Clyde teased. Kenny laughed and said loudly over the music:

"Ooh, Clyde! Does Craig know you're such a flirt?" Two hands landed on his shoulder and slid over his arms to rest on Kenny's shoulders. A warm chest was pressed against his back and a low voice sounded in his ear, loud enough for both Kenny and Clyde to hear.

"He does." Craig had managed to sneak up on him for a second time, but Clyde found he only liked that. He leaned back against Craig and turned his head, pressing a kiss against Craig's jaw. Kenny stepped back, obviously giving them some alone time and Clyde took it gladly. He pressed back against Craig and pressed his forehead against Craig's jaw.

"Hmm..I missed you." He whispered against Craig's skin. Craig's hand moved to his waist, his fingers tracing over his side. Clyde sighed and took in Craig's clean and seductive scent.

"Are you drunk?" Was the only response he got.

"No…just, y'know, tipsy." He mumbled, grinding back against Craig.

"Hm." Craig grinded back against him, his hands pressing their hips together. "Just tipsy is good."

They grinded together, finding the beat of the music easily. Vaguely Clyde noticed how some other people were eying them with interest. But he could only feel proud and a bit smug. He had Craig and they didn't. One of Craig's hands moved up just barely and slipped under his shirt, tracing his hipbone. Clyde shuddered and tried desperately to not get aroused. But Craig noticed and pressed his lips against Clyde's ear.

"Want to leave?" Clyde closed his eyes and swallowed heavily. He knew what that meant.

"Oh fuck, yes!" He softly moaned back.

"Keep it in your pants for a bit, Donovan?" The smirk was obvious in Craig's voice. He stepped back and unceremoniously pulled Clyde away from the dance floor. Clyde caught Kenny's eye as he was pulled outside. The blond boy winked at him made a hand job movement with his hand and waved at him as they stepped outside.

"Your place?" Clyde whispered as he clutching Craig's arm while they walked down the street. Craig looked at him, his eyes promising and caring at the same time.

"Yes."

They had never made it back to Craig's house quicker than that night. They were barely at the door before Craig pressed Clyde against it, kissing him hard and desperate. Clyde clawed at Craig's shirt, trying to pull him closer. He had a feeling Craig could never be close enough.

"Inside." He moaned softly. Craig opened the door and pushed him inside, closing the door behind. Clyde grabbed Craig around his waist, pushing wet kisses down Craig's neck. But Craig grabbed his arm and started to pull him up.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." He breathed in Clyde's ear. Kissing on the stairs proved difficult but Clyde found his mouth just couldn't leave Craig's. Somehow they made it into the hallway upstairs and Craig opened his door with one hand and backed Clyde into his room.

Craig kicked his door closed behind them, his lips never leaving Clyde's. In a swift move Clyde stepped back and took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. His tipsy state of arousal aiding him in his fast movements. Craig was on him in a flash, kissing his neck and his hands sliding over his back. Clyde started fumbling with the buttons of Craig's shirt. The taller boy helped him and just pulled the shirt up and over his head.

"Dancing with you made me so horny." Clyde moaned as Craig grinded their hips together. Craig's nimble fingers moved lower and quickly undid Clyde's jeans.

"Me too." Craig whispered back. Clyde stepped out of his jeans, taking his boxers with him. He was nearly shaking with anticipation. The thought of finally having Craig the way he had been dreaming of was making him all giddy with excitement. His hands found Craig's smooth chest and he let them roam freely, taking in every dip and curve of the body in front of him. Craig's hands tangled themselves into his hair, caressing his scalp softly.

"Craig, please! I want you to touch me!" The other boy was denying him the attention he was so desperately craving instead he was focusing on carefully combing his hair. Craig didn't need to be told twice and one of his hands moved down to grip his erection. Clyde whimpered loudly against Craig's lips. Craig started to plant kisses down his face and neck. With shaking hands Clyde pushed Craig's boxers down to and he stepped closer forcing their naked bodies together. They both moaned at the contact. Clyde started pulling Craig towards the bed, but Craig stopped him.

"Clyde…"

"Please! I want you!"

Craig visibly hesitated, finally he settled on saying. "I don't think you're ready."

Clyde looked offended.

"What? I am ready!" Craig looked down at him, then his hands gripped his shoulders and he turned him around. He pushed him down onto the floor and dropped down onto his knees too. He pressed the palm of his hands to his shoulders and forced his chest to lay on the bed.

"Wh-Why do I have to be the bottom?" Clyde said as he looked over his shoulder. He saw Craig open his bedside table and get out his lube.

"Are you suggesting I bottom?" Craig grinned as he squeezed some lube onto his fingers. His other hand came up to stroke Clyde's back.

"Because I think you'll be wonderful as bottom." And with that he slid a finger into Clyde. Clyde gasped and fell to the bed powerless as Craig's long finger slid deeply into him. His hands grasped the sheets on Craig's bed as that finger massaged him softly from the inside. He had never done this to himself nor had anyone done it to him either so he was completely overcome by the strangeness of it: so full, such a tight fit. So wonderful.

"I really don't think you're ready." Craig said as he leaned over him, whispering in his ear.

"I am." Clyde sobbed, shaking as Craig's hot breath fell on his ear.

"Really? Because you're falling apart already." It was true, this completely new sensation overtaking him completely. Clouding his mind and overruling all his thoughts. He felt his erection already dripping precome.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" Craig whispered in his ear, moving his finger faster. Clyde whimpered, curving his back to take him in deeper.

"If you don't come within the next 10 seconds, we have sex."

He moved his finger out and pressed back in, sliding in deeply.

"One." He husked into Clyde's ear. Massaging him vigorously. Clyde felt his breathing pick up.

"Two." His back arched further. He bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out.

"Three." Craig pressed another finger inside. "Not fair." Clyde whimpered. The tight, intrusive feeling had doubled. Stretching him, filling him. It was both a bit painful but that was entirely overshadowed by the feeling of intense pleasure. A loud moan escaped his lips.

"Four." Craig moved a bit faster. And then, crooked his fingers. "Oh, shit!" A powerful vibration of pleasure had shot through him. Craig pressed inward again, hitting that spot.

"Five." Clyde had his eyes closed, panting into the sheets. Trying with all his might not to come.

"Six." Without warning Craig's other hand had moved down and grasped his erection. Clyde moaned out loudly, his orgasm threatening to rush over him.

"Seven." Craig kept hitting that spot inside him and combined with the firm hand on his erection it was all too much.

"Ei-." Clyde groaned loudly and arched his back further, coming all over Craig's hand and the side of his bed. Craig's hand kept moving over him, pushing every last bit of his orgasm out of him. Clyde remained against the bed, trying to get his breath back.

"Told you." Craig's hands left him. Clyde turned, still out of breath and grabbed Craig's shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. Craig moaned, obviously still very aroused. Clyde's hand found Craig's erection instantly, moving over it rapidly.

"Really no sex?" Clyde asked while he started kissing down Craig's neck. Craig's hands had grasped his shoulders, panting into his ear harshly. His grip tightened at the question as if he needed to keep himself under control.

"No, Clyde." He groaned.

"Too bad." Clyde whispered against Craig's hot skin. "I couldn't wait to finally feel your cock inside me." Craig's grip become nearly painful on his shoulders and he moaned loudly in his ear. Clyde moved his hand a bit faster, his long strokes picking up in speed.

"Shit!"

"Pounding me into the mattress."

"Fuck! Fuck!" Craig groaned and his nails dug into his shoulders hard. Clyde felt him come over his hand and stomach. Clyde kissed his way up to Craig's face and they shared a heated open-mouthed kiss.

"Damn we made a mess." Craig muttered, looking at Clyde's hand and at his bed where spots of Clyde's come were still on the wood. Clyde laughed.

"Are you seriously worried about that?" But Craig already got up to get tissues to clean himself and his bed. Clyde watched him work.

"You cheated." Craig grinned and dropped the tissues and pulled him closer to him.

"Are you seriously worried about that?" Clyde grinned back shyly. Craig kissed him on the corner of his mouth and backed up to grin at him even as Clyde pouted and crossed his arms.

"Don't expect me to let you win this easily the next time." For some reason that made Craig grin even harder.

"Good."

Hmm...two more chapters to go! And for those who were wondering, Clyde was going to write: Craig Tucker Ass Fucker