South Park © Matt & Trey.
Okay, so I just moved houses a couple days ago. I won't have internet for ten more days, but I'm at starbucks right now so yay. Ignore any mistakes, I haven't had a minute to edit this and I have a buttload of final assignments to do for university.
Kenny's POV
So Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski might become an actual thing. I can't say I'm surprised. Me and Bebe pretty much predicted it. Now all Stan has to do is get the words out, but I don't think he's going to do that until Kyle stops crying over his alphabetized book shelf. That's probably a smart decision. Kyle would probably be bit overwhelmed. I can't really see him having sex any time soon either, if he's a bit fearful of messes. Sex is pretty damn messy. In a good way, I think, but I know Kyle would disagree and cringe.
Craig isn't at school today. I didn't see him in his usual spot behind the school or with Clyde. He skips a lot and when he's not skipping, he usually has detention.
I texted him yesterday and he told me he was getting braces soon. I thought that was funny. His teeth are pretty crooked, but I think it's kind of endearing.
After classes, I loiter for a bit and then decide to visit him. Ruby lets me in. She licks her top lip seductively and then winks at me. I just stare. "Ruby," I sigh, "you're a very pretty girl… but no."
She clicks her tongue. "Tsk, you're no fun."
"I know, I know," I say somewhat dismissively. "Where's your brother?"
"In his room, obviously."
I nod my thanks and go upstairs. Craig is sitting on his bed wearing a baggy t-shirt that's sliding off his left shoulder and a pair of sweats. There's a laptop in front of him and he's hunched over it.
"McCormick," he greets airily, not looking up.
"Tucker," I respond, pulling my hood down and taking off my parka.
He closes his laptop a moment later, placing it on his nightstand. "What is it?"
"Question time," I start, approaching his bed and sitting across from him on the mattress so we're face to face. Part of me wants to push him down and fuck him silly. I bet Craig Tucker would be a damn good lay… but I don't. Instead, I simply ask, "Why don't you let people get close?"
He sneers at me. "I don't want to play this game anymore," he says.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because you're winning."
"So?" I shrug, closing his laptop and pushing it to the side.
"I don't like to lose," he states tartly.
I grin. "Sometimes you have to lose in order to win."
He lets out a breath, frowning. "What happens now?"
For a moment, I just grin and he looks at me searchingly. I lean forward and press my lips to his, pulling away with a soft, wet sound. When he says nothing, I do it again and then we're ripping each other's clothes off. He pulls my shirt up over my head and throws it on the floor before reaching for the button on my jeans. His movements are rushed. It's like if he gives himself a moment to think rationally he'll put a stop to all of this and run away.
Once we're bare, I lean forward again, placing a hand on his sternum and pushing him onto his back. I kiss his lips and work my way down until I've got his cock in my mouth. I've never given head before, but I guess there's a first time for most things. I've had my dick sucked enough times for me to know the dos and don'ts from personal experience.
"Just fuck me already," he moans impatiently.
I hollow my cheeks and pull away from his cock with a pop, sitting up and touching him the way I'd touch myself. "All in due time…" I take a minute to admire him looking like this. He doesn't look quite so stoic when he's writhing beneath me. It's giving me a serious hard on.
He reaches a hand into the top drawer of his nightstand a throws a condom at me as well as a bottle of something wet. "No, now," he demands.
I chuckle, opening the package and rolling it on before going down again. I pour a generous amount of lube onto his hole before fingering him.
"Now…" he pants, inching his legs further apart. It's less of a demand this time. "I can't…"
I press my lips together, trying to suppress a smirk as I slowly remove the fingers. I sit up once more and throw his legs over my shoulders. I bring him closer and position my cock against him. I close my eyes as I feel the familiar pleasure. "Oh, fuckin' hell," I mumble as I push forward.
His lips part as I ease my way in. What an erotic sight. "I can't, I can't…" he murmurs and moans to himself, sounding almost delirious. It's fucking beautiful.
I pull out halfway before thrusting back in and then doing it again and again. I revel in the sounds he's making and I know that he'll probably be filled with spite when it's over… but I want him to enjoy it until then. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around his cock once more, moving my hand up and down the shaft.
When he comes, he comes hard, letting out a sob. I follow shortly after, unable to hold back. I quicken my pace before coming to an eventual halt. I shudder, a few breaths escaping and when I pull out Craig suddenly starts crying. I feel like I should be surprised, but I'm not. I half expected him to. I bet I'm one of the only people in the entire world who have seen him cry.
For a few minutes, I just let him. I get off the bed and toss the condom into his trash bin before grabbing a tissue and wiping the tip of my dick and then Craig's stomach. His abdomen tenses at the touch and I can only sigh. Once we're clean-ish, I sit back down. I apologize, though I don't know what for and he just starts crying harder.
I lean back so we're lying side by side and I close my eyes. "What are you afraid of, Craig?" I ask gently. He won't look at me. He just continues sobbing into his hands, so I ask once more, "What are you afraid of?" My tone is soft but curious.
"Nothing," he whispers angrily, his voice wet and weak.
"I know that's a lie," I point out. "We just had sex. It was good… yet you're here crying. I think you have a lot of fear and you allow it to consume you."
He grabs a handful of the bed sheets and wipes his eyes with them. "I'm not going to tell you about my fucking fears just so you can use them against me."
"I wouldn't do that," I say.
"Yes, you would."
"Want to hear about mine then?" I offer.
He turns his head and stares at me for a moment. "Why?"
"It helps to talk about things sometimes," I murmur. I give him a gentle smile before saying, "I'm afraid of being in small spaces. I guess I'm claustrophobic or whatever. When I was a kid, my parents would lock me in the little box-sized room in our basement that had the furnace. I'd be in there for hours sometimes and the sound of the furnace would drive me crazy. I guess I never really got over it."
"Oh," he mumbles hoarsely, pulling the blankets over himself.
I let out a soft sigh. "They stopped doing that when I was sixteen. Now they pretty much ignore me completely."
"Is that why you get into fights?" Craig asks.
I smile a small smile. "Yeah, maybe. Maybe I want them to pay attention to me again, even if it results in abuse. At least they'll be acknowledging me… That's all I want from them. A slap would suffice. It sounds bad, but at least I would know that they didn't forget I exist."
"That's fucked up," he whispers, looking away and up at the ceiling. He fists the bed sheets, holding them to tight his chest.
"I guess it is," I agree. I sit up and throw my clothes back on. Craig sits up and watches. He frowns at me and I ask, "What is it?"
"Come here," he says.
Without question, I move forward.
"Hit me," he demands.
"What?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Hit me," he demands again.
"Why the fuck do you want me to hit you?" I ask.
"So I can hate you and put a stop to this before it goes too far," he says. As if that makes sense. "Show me your bad side, Kenny McCormick."
"You're fucking insane," I murmur. "I'm not going to hit you."
He just sighs, flopping back onto his pillow. "Go away, then," he murmurs.
"Why?" I ask.
"You make me sick. I'll get sick if you stay."
"What the actual fuck, Craig?" I raise my voice, growing frustrated with him.
"Go away," he repeats, not fazed by my tone.
"Fine," I say, "but I'll be back." I get dressed, grab my parka and leave, closing the door behind me.
Ruby is standing there with a perverse smile. "Don't take it personally," she says, patting my shoulder.
"You were listening?" I ask with a wary sigh and she nods, as if there's not a damn thing wrong with eavesdropping on her brother getting fucked in the ass. I'll dismiss it this time. There are more important things at hand.
"Craig is always loud when he's getting boned," she says, wrinkling her nose. "It's hard not to listen."
"We had sex and he literally just told me that I make him sick," I state.
"Cool it… He likes you," she whispers. "That's why he feels sick. Being around you makes him dizzy and nauseous. It's hard for him to breathe. That's the fear. He's scared. He doesn't want to lose control of his emotions and end up getting hurt. That's why he runs away from things that might be good. That's why he's such a little cocksucker, literally and figuratively."
I frown sympathetically, glancing at Craig's closed bedroom door. "I wouldn't hurt him."
"That doesn't matter," she shrugs, pocketing her hands in her cardigan. "He thinks you will. He thinks everyone will and he's so convinced of it there's no point talking reason with him. It's not always preventable, you know. He saw our mom off herself and it kind of broke him. Now he thinks all love is just a tragedy waiting to happen and it scares the living hell out of him. Everyone dies. He wants to have as little death in his life as possible."
"Life sucks," I state, starting to walk down the stairs. "You might as well enjoy it until the inevitable tragedy occurs."
"Yeah, that's how most people might see it," she agrees as she follows me, "but not Craig. He got messed up."
"What a fucking sin," I say piteously and Ruby just smiles, albeit bitterly. When we get to the bottom, she reaches forward and pulls my hood down. "What is it?" I ask, facing her.
"God damn it, you're good lookin'," she says. "Why do you wear the stupid parka?"
"Because I'm too good looking," I joke. "It drives people mad."
"No, really," she laughs.
"Old habits die hard," I shrug. "Anyway, thanks for the compliment." Before I can stop her, she leans forward and pecks me on the lips. She draws back quickly and all I can do is sigh in irritation. "Ruby, what the fuck?" I groan, holding her by the shoulders so she won't try it again. "No… words can't even express how wrong that is."
"Why is it wrong?" she asks, grabbing my crotch.
"Jesus Christ!" I shout, moving away. "I just had sex with your brother," I deadpan. "I fucked Craig. I had his knob in my fucking mouth and I liked it. I like him… just stop this shit."
"I don't care," she insists. "Come on, round two. You walk around like you're a fuckin' God. I want to know if you screw like one, too."
"Ask your brother," I say somewhat tartly. She laughs at that. I let go of her and shake my head. I slip my boots on and leave without another word.
At home, Karen is on the phone again, lounging on the sofa. She's probably talking to Ruby because once she spots me she gives me a sly and devious grin. "He's home," she says into the receiver. "Yeah, I'll call you later. Bye, bitch."
I cross my arms and stand in front of her expectantly. I know she's going to give me a mouthful. "Hey, big bro," she sings after ending the phone call.
"Hey, little sis," I greet cynically.
"I meant it when I said Craig was psychotic, you know," Karen says. "He's really fucked in the head. Falling in love isn't going to make it better. If anything, it'll make it at least fifty times worse. Love doesn't fix things for people, especially people like Craig."
"I know," I tell her. "I'll be patient."
"You can only be patient for so long."
Yeah, I'll admit that's true, but we'll see.
"As you probably know, that was Ruby on the phone." She smiles slightly.
"I'm not going to fuck your friend." I grimace.
"I wouldn't want you to," she says. "That's weird and gross."
"She threw herself at me after I was with Craig," I add, choosing my words carefully. "She touched my fuckin' cock. She won't fuck off."
"Yeah," Karen cringes. "She's pretty fond of you."
"She doesn't even fucking know me," I say.
"Everyone knows, you, Kenny," Karen corrects. "It's because you don't have many secrets. Everyone knows you're a pretty openly sexual person. Everyone knows you like wearing dresses and pretending to be a girl sometimes. Everyone knows all this shit about you. You have no secrets. Just one." She's referring to my immortality. That's always a tough one to explain, hence why it's a secret to everyone except my family and my closest friends. Eric, Stan, Bebe and Kyle are the only ones who know apart from my parents and siblings. It'll probably stay that way.
"No," I deny. "People think they know me, but they don't. It's just because everyone knows my name. They know me by reputation. People like to talk."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Karen shrugs, unconvinced. "Your reputation isn't really a lie, is it?"
I wrinkle my nose. "A lot of people think I'm complete shit," I say, "but I'm not… I try not to be good."
"I know." She smiles and it's not as cynical. "You are good."
I like to think it's true. "I don't know myself," I say. "If I don't know me, then there's no fucking way anyone else does."
