A/N: It was indeed The Silence of the Lambs. Yup. Just want to say- I love how all you reviewers really got behind Craig in the last chapter and gosh the amount of people accusing Token of being homophobic. Then we've had some theories about Craig and Token... very entertaining to read those reviews, so thank you. My lips on all accounts are sealed.

The Thirteenth Chapter

The Tucker house, full of scowling, swearing and middle fingers: always such a happy place to visit. Clyde stood outside, banging furiously on the door. He knew that Craig's parents would be out and that Craig would be in. He knew that he was being ignored but he wasn't going away. He continued loudly knocking until his best friend grudgingly opened it with an (un)welcoming scowl. Craig scratched his head and then rubbed his eyes sluggishly. Clyde realised that he must have woken his friend up. Damn, Craig could be lazy. Clyde had already gone for a morning run, eaten breakfast with Kevin and gone to church. His best friend was living proof that opposites attract... not that he wanted to date Craig. That wasn't what he meant. Dammit why did he think that. Kevin was proof that opposites attracted as well. Good, panic over.

Clyde threw his arms around his best friend theatrically. "I'm in love, Craig!" he spun Craig around in a hug as he swept into his house. Megan followed grinning at topless Craig. Topless Craig was very nice. The Donovans had taken over the Tucker household and there really wasn't anything the young Tucker male could do.

Craig growled; his voice gruff. "Clyde, how many times, it would never work between us."

Clyde frowned, shoving Craig out of their hug. "You always have to ruin a moment don't you?"

Craig's face was not a happy one. Mr grumpy still unhappy about being woken up? "Why are you here?"

"Megan's convinced me to take her to the mall. she says there'll be frozen yogurt. I say it's not as good as ice cream but she says I have to watch my mid-section if I don't want to get my childhood chubbiness back." Clyde turned to Megan, not wanting his sister to hear him bang on about Kevin, especially since Craig was just bound to mention sex and that would get embarrassing. Also he was well aware at how hot Megan thought Craig was and she kept staring at him, which was annoying and embarrassing. "Megan, go talk to Ruby for a minute." Craig's younger sister was the type that never left her bedroom, but she hardly ever slept. On the rare occasions Clyde had seen Ruby, such as meal times, she always looked incredibly tired and pale.

Megan replied to Clyde but continued gazing at Craig. "Oh no, she always tries to pierce something, or jab me in the eye with liner... and her room's all dark. It's like she thinks the sun will burn her. Plus, she's developing an obsession with that Dylan guy."

Clyde looked at Craig as much to say 'are you bothered by all of this.' Craig shrugged. "He has quite cool hair I guess."

Megan folded her arms defiantly, pouting in a style similar to her brother. "I don't feel like getting my ear infected."

Clyde frowned. "Fine then, go play with Stripe."

Craig's eyes opened wide in alarm. "No! Don't go in my room it's... Stripe's... asleep."

Clyde narrowed his eyes. "Are you hiding something, Tucker?"

"No... I just don't want your sister poking around in my room like you do."

"Stop trying to get rid of me, Clyde," growled Megan. "I know that you and Kevin have done all that... stuff, and I know how much you love him and you know I'm happy about it."

Clyde's attention fell away from Craig's weird outburst and back to the subject at hand. "Okay, Megan. You can stay, but if you don't want your ear attacked with a needle then I suggest you go sit over there," he pointed to Craig's sofa, "and stop making eyes at Craig, you'll make him uncomfortable."

Megan smirked. "Is that even possible?"

Craig raised his eyebrow at Megan. There was no shock in his face at what Clyde had revealed; obviously he'd already sensed it. "Yes it's possible to make me uncomfortable. You just have to be Clyde and out with me in public."

She high-fived him and strolled over to the sofa where she flopped down and stuck her iPod headphones in her ears, clearly she saw that she could get no more out of the conversation.

Clyde grinned at Craig. "So Kevin's got four tickets for Bond, which means there's a spare for you." He loved that his boyfriend always managed to get movie tickets, it must have been one of his magic skills. What he loved more was that Kevin had automatically bought one for Craig as well.

"When?" asked Craig, stretching as if he'd come to the conclusion that he wouldn't be getting back to sleep.

"It premiers Friday night."

"Friday night." Craig glared at Clyde. "It's fucking Sunday morning! You could have told me this during the week instead of waking me up."

"It's Sunday afternoon, lazy bones." Craig seemed slightly startled by that news. "Besides, I wanted to tell you about Kevin. I just had to tell you how much I'm in love with him." Clyde was radiating positive energy; he could almost see a glow around him. "And the best part is he loves me too, Craig! Kevin loves me."

"Miracle," Craig deadpanned. "Do you have to sound so gay about it?"

Clyde grinned. "Not even your asshole mood can bring me down!" He reached up to play with Craig's hair. His urge was too great. Craig was hatless and his hair was sexily ruffled. It was after all, very unusual to see Craig hatless, Clyde was sure that his best friend slept in his hat, obviously not. "So, will you come to see Bond, James Bond?" Clyde pretended to shoot Craig with his finger.

Craig did not pretend to die. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure I'll come." Craig's stomach rumbled. Clyde realised that his friend mustn't even have had breakfast. Horrifying. "I suppose the other ticket is for Biggle?"

"Yeppers."

Craig nodded. "I have nothing against him. I'm not sure what he thinks of me."

"Why would he have reason not to love you? Who wouldn't love such a miserable asshole?"

"You say the sweetest things."

"Seriously though, Craigy, Kevin certainly thinks you're a nice guy."

"Yeah well, Kevin and I have had an affair planned for months. He being with you is all part of it. Soon he's going to run off with me to France and we'll live in a château and drink wine." Craig began ushering Clyde towards the door, calling for Megan. "We've already slept together. He called me the greatest lover the world has ever known."

"You bitch."

"Yes, I'm terrible."

Clyde was sure there was something strange in the way Craig desperately wanted him out of the house, but he didn't care enough to deduce what it was. He was too wrapped up in thinking about Kevin... and admittedly frozen yogurt. Then he started thinking about Kevin with frozen yogurt and suddenly the world was blank to him. He grinned to himself. "Megan, I'm going to get that frozen yogurt to go..."

The week had passed too slowly for Clyde, and he had not escaped without a few things winding him up.

Firstly, he hadn't managed to see Kevin much because of his chess tournaments. And he couldn't go to watch the chess like Kevin could watch him because they didn't hold them in a big gym full of screaming fans and cheerleaders. It would have posed far too many questions if someone had seen him anywhere near where people played chess. The one time he'd played chess with Kevin he'd started flicking his pawns to try and knock Kevin's king down... wrong, but a much better game. He learnt something that day with a bishop aimed at his head... he learnt that Kevin took games very seriously. This was reinforced later when they were playing a video game. Kevin was screaming at him to press square and he pressed circle... In Clyde's defence they did look very similar. The controller Kevin hit him on the head with did not agree.

Secondly, basketball practice had grown exceedingly hard as he wanted to punch a couple of people very badly. Clyde knew that even if the secret was out in the open he probably still wouldn't. He always tended to avoid violence... but just looking into Jason's smug face was enough to seriously consider it. Thoughts of Kevin and not wanting to disappoint him raced through his mind and instead of throwing punches, he threw the ball and continued with the game.

Word in the locker room was that Craig had been flipping Jocks off more than usual. Good. Old. Craigy.

On a positive note, Susan was due to move in soon. Boxes had already started appearing in their house. Clyde would get home to find random pieces of furniture replaced during the merging process. The rest would be going into storage. One thing that made him very excited was that Susan had a 3D television (he'd already reserved the pink glasses for himself, he could totally rock pink). The cat, introduced to the house, immediately found its home on Clyde's bed; maybe it could sense there'd be plenty of food in that area. At night-time it enjoyed curling up on Clyde's chest and did not appreciate the one night Kevin intruded. Susan's cat was a female, it figured.

It got to Friday night and the movie had been a success, at least for Clyde it had. He had really enjoyed it. Explosions, gun fighting, Daniel Craig... what was not to love? He noticed Kevin was also enjoying the sight of Daniel Craig. Hell, even Craig and Bradley couldn't deny he was hot, (well, they never said so but come on... it was Daniel Craig). Getting over his somewhat girlish obsessing, Clyde also loved being able to go out with both Craig and Kevin at the same time. They were getting on well. Clyde knew they would, always sure they had similar interests and were both around the same intellect. Even though Craig was more towards the rebel side and Kevin was more a teacher's pet, it didn't matter. He really did have a wonderful best friend and an amazing boyfriend.

He'd even managed to get on with Bradley. It had been a little awkward at first and Bradley never fully dropped his guard. He was too cautious to trust a Jock. It got Clyde thinking about how Kevin, abused much worse than Bradley, seemed to trust Clyde straight away. Was this a reflection on the connection they shared from the beginning or was it further proof of how super-amazing-awesome his boyfriend was? Clyde liked to think it was both.

Yeah, it was both.

He smiled smugly to himself as he swung Kevin's arm. They'd decided to walk home the long way just to spend more time together. Craig had offered them a lift but they'd refused, managing to convince Bradley to accept a lift, still a little sceptical and a little afraid to be alone with Craig. Once they'd explained that Craig's glares were smiles and his punches were hugs Bradley just about accepted a lift. It was a bunch of bullshit but it got him in the car.

Kevin took in his surroundings and gazed at the building that towered above him "Are we outside Token's house?"

"No, dude, we're outside Token's mansion."

Kevin peered through the gate. He could just make out a glistening reflection in the moonlight. "Is that a pool? I didn't know Token had a pool. Why would you have an outdoor pool in South Park?"

"His dad got it his mom as a birthday present," Clyde explained. "It's heated, like, all the time, so it doesn't freeze. You can swim in it while snow falls on you. It's pretty epic."

"Wow, that does sound nice." Kevin continued walking. "I've not been swimming in ages." Clyde stopped in his tracks, yanking Kevin back next to him. They were by Token's gate and he could see that it was unlocked. He turned to Kevin grinning at the ridiculous idea in his head. It was so ridiculous that it just had to happen. Kevin narrowed his eyes, flicking his gaze between Clyde and the gate. "Clyde, you better not be thinking what I think you are." Clyde's grin stayed plastered on his face as he nodded. "No, Clyde, we can't. We'll get caught for sure."

"...I know for a fact that Token has gone out clubbing tonight... and the pool is quite far from the building. Maybe if we're very quiet..." Suddenly Clyde pushed Kevin through the gate and almost pulled the black-haired boy's arm out of his socket as he stared silently running towards the clear blue water, sticking to the shadows for good measure. When they approached the pool's edge and looked down into the water, Clyde grinned. "Wow, it looks so inviting."

Kevin gazed at the water longingly and couldn't suppress a grin. He considered the fact what they were doing constituted as trespassing but didn't care, his actions and speech at that moment were powered by adrenaline and a sudden desire to get very wet. "Let's do it."

"Hell yeah let's do it." Clyde tugged off his coat and t-shirt, tossing them to the side. The cold air hit his skin with a horrible bite but he could hardly feel it through the exhilaration. He proceeded to do the same with his jeans; he could feel the cold a little more then. When his fingers clutched at the waistband of his boxers, Kevin squeaked in alarm.

"Clyde, what are you doing?"

"I don't want to walk home with wet clothes on! Jeez, Kevin, do you want to freeze to death?" (Said the boy standing naked in the snow) Clyde shook his head. Idiot, he thought, what an idiot his highly intelligent, gifted, straight-A, boyfriend was.

"So you're going skinny dipping?"

"No... we're going skinny dipping."

Kevin stumbled back in shock. "What?"

Clyde approached Kevin smiling slyly. Kevin knew that smile, it was the smile Clyde always gave him right before his heart melted and he gave in. It was an unfair battle tactic and Kevin could just tell it was going to leave him winding up naked in a rich person's outdoor pool in the middle of winter. It was such a good job the pool was heated otherwise he would be somehow suing Clyde for actually making him freeze to death. As it happens, he was warmer inside the pool with his clothes off than he had been outside the pool with his clothes on.

...It may have had something to do with heating up at seeing Clyde's naked ass and the fact his was at that moment pressed against the side of the pool, water just low enough that his head was free. Clyde pulling him under the water almost had him drowning, as a furious beating heart and little opportunity for air did not mix. Kevin was getting so carried away that he was seriously considering the mechanics and implications of having sex in the pool. He decided it was probably best if they didn't.

"Clyde," he panted as they both shot up for air, arms tangled around each other, bodies pressed. "For a dumbass... you... really... really... have some good ideas."

"So you're... enjoying yourself? Clyde replied, also panting.

"Yeah." Kevin smacked their lips together again, spluttering as it caused both their heads to duck under the water. Clyde's hair had just looked so sexy stuck to his face and dripping with water.

Clyde coughed as their lips parted above the surface. "You see, dude. Skinny dipping... should totally... be... our new thing."

They locked lips above the water. Kevin began treading water, limbs constantly sliding over Clyde's. Being underwater brought a whole new sensation, a whole new type of closeness. Hell, thought Kevin, all ethics out the window at this point. "We have... 'our things' now?"

"Totally, dude... like playing knights of Camelot, that's our thing." Clyde's breathing was beginning to return to normal as he stood motionless.

"Sire, we do not play knights, we are knights. In fact, you are the King are you not?"

"As always, Sir Kevin, you are correct."

Kevin trailed his finger along Clyde's slippery chest. "What about sex in the locker room?"

"What about it?" purred Clyde leaning forward to kiss Kevin's jaw.

Kevin groaned. "That could be an 'our thing.'"

"We only did that once." And even that was incredibly stupid, risky and lead to Craig properly finding out the truth.

"...I'd like to do it again."

Clyde laughed. "God damn, Kevin. What is it with you and me getting naked around water?"

"It was your idea both times!"

"I must be some kind of genius!"

And then a voice which so scarily didn't belong to either of them spoke from somewhere above them, out in the dark. "Actually I'd say you were some kind of idiot."

With each word spoken it ripped their relationship open, revealing the truth to the ones so previously ignorant of it. It was set to change their lives forever: school, home, friends... nothing would be the same. Because not only had Token Black caught them pressed naked against each other, but so too had the Jocks they both despised. And for the secret they had until that point managed to keep safe, it was game over...

A/N: You know what they say about the number thirteen.

And to those who happen to read both of my stories and probably want to murder me twice for leaving both on cliff-hangers... I'm not even sorry. *laughs evilly* But it is just an unfortunate coincidence.

I'm looking at the plan for the story and this would be *curtains down* intermission. Everyone go get some ice cream (frozen yogurt if you prefer) from that guy over there *points*