It'd been a while that Kenny and Craig had been hanging out after school. Craig was possibly the only kid with the balls to say and do exactly what he wanted. He didn't even mind the fact that Kenny lived in the slummy part of town and his house was practically a dump. He didn't mind the McCormicks constantly yelling at each other. He simply didn't mind.
Kenny was too afraid to make a move. He really enjoyed Craig's company and was terrified the other boy would stop hanging out with him if he so much as suspected Kenny's intentions.
Kenny wasn't naïve or stupid, though. He'd hooked up with Butters his first time, and Bebe was the first girl he'd banged. It didn't make a difference what gender he was with. They were equally lovable, both, and it was something Kenny had started ignoring a while ago. People were people, and that was it. Whether he fell for a guy or girl, he didn't care.
The boys usually hung out together playing video games, studying, or even talking generally. Kenny was shocked by the opinions Craig held. He knew Craig was often at the principal's office and now he knew why; Craig never gave up. He had a shitty relationship with his parents and sister, but just wanted to be a normal kid.
Kenny respected that. Hooking up with another dude would never fly as "normal" with Craig. So Kenny kept his distance, though he'd sometimes feel that patience slipping terribly.
"You free after school?" Kenny asked Craig in the middle of PE one day. He purposefully avoided Craig's eyes, waiting for him to pass the basketball.
"Yeah, of course. You wanna hang out at yours?" Craig bounced the ball a few times and passed it over to Kenny, his long libs catching the ball mid-bounce and taking a perfect shot.
"Actually, could you meet me behind the garage? I got something to show you."
Craig shrugged, "Yeah, sure." They both quietly watched the ball roll down the bleachers
The coach yelled from the other side of the gym, "You boys better be playing!"
Craig flipped the coach off.
"Goddamit, man." Kenny muttered, watching as the coach angrily bounded forward, holding a detention slip in his hand.
Kenny waited until Craig got out of detention in the front of the school. "Hey, man, you really gotta pull your shit together. You know you're going to get in big trouble someday if you keep this up." He joked playfully as the boys headed toward the abandoned garage on the other side of town.
"Who cares?" Craig's voice remained emotionless.
"Maybe I do?"
"Yeah? Well, that's nice, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm an ass who can't get anything right." Kenny hadn't seen Craig so negative before.
"Aw, dude, don't be like that. You're gonna love my surprise."
They continued down the road until the garage came into view. They ducked around the back and Kenny looked around quickly to make sure nobody was watching.
He went to an overturned aluminum coffee can and pulled out a handgun. Craig's jaw dropped as Kenny showed it to him. "It's a .45 and I got it from a guy in my neighborhood. Sold it to me for a can of peaches. You believe that shit?"
"Holy fuck, dude, is it real?" Craig asked, taking it from the blonde's hand.
"Yeah. Its even loaded." Kenny told him proudly.
"Can I shoot it? Kenny, please, let me shoot it." Craig looked at him. Again, those blue eyes nearly destroyed Kenny's façade of calm friendship. Everything suddenly became hyperactive to him. The blue fibers in Craig's cap, the chill in the air, the gray heavy gun in his friend's fingers.
"Yeah, sure. You need to slip off the safety." Kenny instructed, his voice wavering the tiniest bit. He guided Craig's fingers to the safety and demonstrated how. Their cold fingers awkwardly worked in the space of one. Kenny pulled away abruptly. "Keep one elbow bent or you're gonna hit yourself in the face from the recoil." He added, finding an old paint bucket to sit on.
Craig failed to notice Kenny's discomfort or his tightened sweatpants in his eagerness to fire the gun. He aimed carefully for a tree behind the garage in the overgrowth. He took a deep breath, grinned involuntarily, and pulled the trigger.
It took more strength then he'd expected and the recoil, though not strong, caught him off guard. He dropped the gun, stumbled back a step, landed his foot on a beer bottle, and fell back hard onto Kenny.
"Oof- what the fuck?" Kenny yelled instinctually as 110 pounds of Craig landed hard on his skinny 90 pound body.
"Hey, I'm sorry! Dude-I'm, uh-" Craig stuttered, rolling over onto his side. Kenny caught him mid-roll.
"It's okay, Craig. I don't mind." He soothed, as he would a startled animal.
"Don't mind me falling?" Craig asked. In that moment, he became aware of exactly how little distance remained between him and Kenny. His messy blonde hair fell over his brilliant dilated blue eyes, his breath short.
Almost without realizing it, Kenny had gently placed his lips on Craig. Craig didn't react. Taking that as encouragement, Kenny pushed forward, scooting closer without taking his lips away. Craig tasted exactly like Kenny would've hoped for, and even better. He smelled like musk and the dirt and gunpowder. He gingerly took Craig's lower lip between his own and sucked lightly.
Finally, Craig responded. He kissed back. There was a stirring between the two, an almost tangible instant rise in temperature. In synchronization, the boys moved closer until Kenny was on top of the heavier boy.
"Craig, I'm sorry. I've wanted this forever." Kenny said with a heavy sigh, kissing Craig's neck. Craig let out the softest moan as Kenny unzipped his jacket and maneuvered it off him. The cold air hit Craig like a bucket of ice water. He shivered in his thin black cotton shirt. But then Kenny was unbuttoning his jeans and pulling those lower off him too.
Despite the cold, Kenny freed a rock hard erection from Craig. Craig began to sit up as an automatic reaction to the cold but suddenly, his dick was licked from shaft to balls. He moaned louder and lay back. Kenny took Craig into his mouth, sucking and moving his mouth forward. Kenny's rough warm tongue caressed his muscle.
The heat and wetness made Craig's breath even faster. From his vantage point, all he could see was the blonde boy's head bobbing up and down. Then he glanced up, his lustful blue eyes through long lashes, and Craig lost it. Kenny swallowed every last drop of cum and sat back on his haunches, on Craig's knees. He was smiling something crooked, like the cat whose finally caught the goddamn mouse and its game over and-
Craig was hurtling forward suddenly and kissing Kenny, ignoring his jeans open around his thighs, ignoring the rough ground, ignoring the gun grinding into Kenny's back. He just wanted to taste Kenny, to kiss him and pleasure him in the same way.
"I haven't done this before. I don't know what to do." Craig admitted, the words escaping his mouth with his breath, hanging there condensed with the air.
"It's okay, I'll show you." Kenny purred, seductive now. Kenny took Craigs hands and laid them over his crotch. Kenny took off his sweatpants and pulled down his boxers. "Here," Kenny murmured, wrapping Craig's hand around his own hard member. He began to pump his hand up and down, Craig taking over the motion. Kenny leaned forward to kiss the boy, pulling off his cap to reveal the others dark hair.
"Oh, God Craig!" Kenny hissed between clenched teeth. He could hardly hold on any longer and came with a soft groan.
The boys looked at each other and started laughing.
"That wasn't bad, you know." Craig hedged, unsure if Kenny was the type who fucked and moved on.
"Nope, not bad at all." Kenny pulled his boxers and pants back on, still sticky with jizz.
They met up pretty often. Though both wouldn't have minded something more, they kept it at just sex. Craig didn't want to invade Kenny's personal space, and he knew the blonde had a reputation for being loose with his promiscuity. Kenny was convinced Craig wouldn't want people to know they were together.
It was a dilemma.
It went on for several months. Kenny didn't let anyone get wind of the relationship he shared with Craig, though sometimes he was tempted to tell Stan. He didn't though, wanting to at least ask Craig if the other boy was okay with going public.
At the theater, Craig abruptly turned to Kenny and asked, "Why do you hang out with Stan and Cartman?"
"They've been my friends since we were kids. They're cool, man."
"Okay, well. Stan's cool, but why the fatass?" Craig continued.
"I don't know. He's there. And he doesn't have anyone else, you know? I think he just needs someone." Kenny paused, wondering now why he did hang out with Cartman. It wasn't that Cartman was nice to him; it was more a force of habit.
"He needs someone? So you're there for Cartman's needs?"
"Well, yeah." Kenny completely missed the jealously and double entendre in Craig's voice.
"You should stop, then. All the time you spend with him could be spent with me." Craig implored.
"But he's my friend too. I'm not going to leave my old buddies, Craig."
"Not even for me?"
"Sshh! Trying to watch a movie here!" Someone behind them called.
Kenny frowned. It was one thing to really like someone and go along with them; it was another thing when that someone tried to control every aspect of his life. "Dude, that's weak. I like my friends; I like you. Just keep it cool."
"You fucking him too?" Craig sneered.
"What!" Kenny was shocked Craig would even think that. He hadn't been with anyone since Craig for a while. Doubts and insecurities crept into him. If Craig thought Kenny was having sex with others, was Craig doing the same?
"I mean it. Just tell me now." Craig went on.
"No, man, I'm not! Why the fuck would you even ask me that?" he demanded.
"Everyone knows what you're like Kenny, don't be so surprised. You'd fuck anyone and everyone given the chance."
"Shut up!" Someone else behind them cried.
"Hey, man! Fuck you!" Craig flipped the guy off.
Kenny rose and walked out of the theater, hurt and distraught by the knowledge Craig had thrown onto him. He blinked in the sudden daylight after the dim theater, wandering farther from the street.
He finally came to and realized he was at a parking lot behind Denny's, closed for the day. There was a lonely Goth kid hanging out, smoking leisurely on the steps.
"Hey, man, you look like someone tore your heart out, pumped it full of vile poison pain, and stitched it back into your chest. You okay?" He asked, flipping his red dyed hair.
Kenny glanced at him, at the thick eyeliner, the purple skinny jeans, his expression irritated. "You want a blowjob?"
"What? Dude, you high?"
"I'm serious. And not intoxicated at all."
"Why? What do you want from me?" The Goth returned his cigarette to his lips, regarding Kenny with caution.
"Nothing. I'm just the school slut. And I want to suck your cock."