Dreaming

A blue hat on the floor. A bright green question mark; glowing. A figure in the window. Soft hands, running down my sides. Velvet gloves. A mouth...Lips...
"Craiiiig..." My name. That's my name! In his amazingly deep voice. Moaning. For me. "Craig..."

"Craig!" He snaps, bringing me out of my stupor. I jump. He isn't in the window, he's right next to me. Already.

"Sorry baby, I thought you were awake." He croons, stroking my hair. I close my eyes again, concentrating on his gentle touch.

I'm not usually like this. Usually, I hate it when people touch me, especially my hair, which is why I wear my hat. But he's different. He doesn't know me. He knows my body. But fuck if he knows what kind of guy I am.

Because if he did, no way would he visit me anymore. I'm a horrible person. Even my best friends hate me. I can tell. Ever since I struck out at them, ever since I fucked up, I can tell...Tweek twitches whenever I move. Clyde looks at me with tears in his eyes. And I can't take it. So I avoid them like the plague.

Instead, I wait in my room, with the door locked. I don't sleep nights, I wait. He only ever comes at night.

"Craig? You want me to go?" He whispers in my ear. I shake my head and pull off my shirt clumsily. He laughs, helping me out, slipping off his gloves. He stands, and I watch attentively as he slides off those gay-looking tights he wears. But God, I can't complain. He can't hide anything from me in tights.

He's already hard. I try not to stare while I kick off my PJ pants. They fall off the end of my bed and land on the floor somewhere, but right now I don't really care. He doesn't take off his tight purple shirt-thing, or his cape. He doesn't remove his eye-mask, and he doesn't put down his hood. All I know is his eyes are a piercing blue. His hair colour is a mystery to me.

But do I care?

No.

He takes my erection in his hand and strokes his thumb over the head softly, coaxing a moan from me. I can feel his smile, though my head is tilted back and my eyes closed. He does that to me.

I decide to return the favour, taking him roughly in hand and squeezing. He growls and pulls me foreward to land a kiss on my mouth, working his tongue in instantaniously. I respond by squeezing harder, which makes him thrust into my hand, only once. I smile into our kiss.

"Think you're funny, huh?" He says, and pumps my dick several times. I gasp and reel up off my pillows. He stops as suddenly as he started and I slap at his chest. I'm actually grinning. Grinning. I doubt anyone's ever seen me smile before, apart from when someone else is in pain. Nevermind grinning like an idiot while getting a hand-job from a virtual stranger.

I lean in to banish negative thoughts of how my peers see me, and he licks my lips slowly. I groan, and he begins to pump again, not as ferociously as last time, but in steady, rythmic movements that I can deal with without making a fool of myself. He continues to lick me, with his pointed tongue. There's a stud in the middle of it, and he runs it over my bottom lip. I whimper and he laughs cruelly, loving the power he has over me.

He leans down to trail his tongue over my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders. I still have his dick in my hand, and I feel a pang of embarrassment that he is tending to me and I'm just sitting here taking it. So I begin to work him, which is a little awkward considering his looming position over me. He doesn't seem to mind, and thrusts jerkily into my hand, apparently trying to catch up. However, it's all in vain, as I can feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. It's probably my dick twitching that alerts him to the fact, and he speeds up considerably. I clamp my teeth down on his neck to avoid waking my parents or my sister, and he does the same, breathing quick and shallow. Maybe biting his neck wasn't a good way to keep him quiet...

I bite down harder, probably breaking the skin, as I buck up into his hand a final time, come flowing out of me and onto his hand. He continues to thrust into my hand for a while, before moving to kiss me fiercely and follow my lead. Our teeth knock together with the clumsiness of his movement, but this just makes it better, more animalistic, just...perfect.

I lie on the bed, breathing heavily. I watch him examine the shining liquid on his fingers. He sees me looking and grins, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking daintily. I squirm, wanting that tongue on me, not him. He seems to have the ability to read minds, as well as the power to bring earth-shattering orgasm, as when he has sucked his fingers dry he brings his head down and licks my stomach...then my crotch...and finally he brings his tongue to my dick and licks up, all the way to the tip. My body turns to jelly, and it's all I can do to rest my hands on his hood and let him finish.

As usual, he crawls up beside me and throws his cape over the both of us, tucking me into his arms. As usual, I fall into a dead sleep.

xXx

When I wake, he's gone. There are no tights on my floor, no velvet gloves caressing my face, no piercing blue eyes.

I trudge to school. I sit alone, walk alone, eat alone.

In eighth, and final, period, Kenny McCormick takes his seat beside me, and I do my best to ignore him, though he's preening and stretching and God knows what else to get my attention.

"Craig! Hey! Craig!" He hisses. I flip him the bird, willing him to shut up and leave me alone. I'm trying to think about last night. I'm wondering where he is now. Does he go to this school? Is he in any of my classes? Is he in this class? Jesus! I begin to peer around, looking for a familiarly piercing gaze.

"Craig Tucker, you dick sucker, look the fuck at me!"

I turn, if only to spit out some choice insults. I stop when I see what Kenny is doing, however. He's pulled his shirt collar out so I can see the place where his shoulder meets his neck. The skin is milky-white, apart from a bright red patch of raw-looking skin.

"I don't want to see your hickeys, McCormick." I tell him.

"But Craig." He simpers, leaning foreward and blinking those baby blues of his.

"What?" I sigh testily.

He hesitates. I watch him nervously.

"Nothin'." He replies, a huge grin spreading over his stupidly fucking perfect face.

And then he sticks out his tongue.

Resting in the middle of it is a silver stud.

"Fuck." I say.

He blinks a few times, and I stare. Kenny fucking McCormick has seen me naked. Kenny fucking McCormick sucked my dick last night.

He opens his mouth, I think to mock me.

And...

"You wana?"