This is Anonymous Voids request, although I used some info from another reviewer for the plot =) Haha, take teaming you guys! So awesome.

Rating: T

Pairing: Craig/Kyle

Summary: Craig stays late after football practice every day, and Clyde's getting suspicious.

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Craig didn't have a problem undressing in front of guys. Or at least, Clyde didn't think that Craig had that problem. The dude had been in sports teams since he was like six. So getting naked in front of other people shouldn't have been a big deal.

So, why the fuck was Craig always so late coming from the change rooms? He was staying like, fourty five minutes late after every practice. Even Stan didn't stay that long. It was getting ridiculous. Clyde wondered if something was going on.

He was tired of waiting for his friend. Friday practices were over, but Craig had been in the locker rooms for half an hour already. Clyde would usually just leave by that point, but Craig was coming to his house for the weekend.

With a determined look he slung his bag over his shoulder, and then walked towards the locker room door.

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Kyle purred to himself with the kisses Craig was fluttering over his neck. He was laid out across a bench, doing his damndest to ignore the smell of sweaty men.

Gay guys getting turned on by man funk was a total lie. It grossed him out, didn't make him cream his pants.

His boyfriend made him cream his pants. He smiled lazily as he rolled his hips up to meet his partners. He loved it when Craig had football practice...it was the only time they could be together.

It was sort of a pain to sneak into the locker rooms, but it totally paid off. He gave another soft sigh as he tilted his head, giving more of it to Craig. He couldn't help but feel like a girl in the back seat of an older guys car.

Except, Craig didn't make him feel uncomfortable. This fuck and run thing worked for him. He liked these 'one night stands'

He murmured Craig's name with a breathy sigh, wiggling around. "Mm. Lower." He mumbled, arms wrapping around Craig's neck.

The other boy snorted, teeth nibbling along a delicate collarbone. He bit down a little, smirking at the startled squeak Kyle gave. "Mm."

Craig shook his head a little, hands sliding up his tiny lover's shirt. The guy was so fucking skinny; he very well could have been a girl. This is why Craig didn't consider himself gay. His hands slid down a slim chest, feeling the indent of his lovers waist. His hands finally found hips, way too curved to belong to a man.

He sighed and thrust forward slowly, enjoying the sounds Kyle made. He settled his head onto the boys chest, turning it to the side. His eyes landed on the door and he froze.

He hadn't locked it.

He stared into the shocked eyes of his best friend. His brow furrowed and he paused, before slowly returning his mouth to Kyle's collarbone.

The look on Clyde's face was priceless.

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Shit shit shit. I know. It's just so difficult for me to write Craig. AUGH! I'm trying, don't hate me please.