"Ken, please stop messing with my things."

Kenny looked over to where his sister was sending him a weak glare and gave her a cheeky grin in return. He caught the little makeup bag he'd been tossing up in the air and placed it gently on the bedside table. Kenny swung his legs over the side of Karen's bed and watched his sister packing up a bag full of clothes and overnight things.

"Where is the camp site?" Kenny asked.

"It's just outside of town, some little place Patricia's dad helps run. They've got a playground and everything, but I'm not really sure that's where we'll be hanging out." Karen said, moving over to take the bag from the table and toss it into her bag on top of some pajamas.

"Too old for swing sets?" Kenny teased, unable to stop the image of Craig and him on the playset not too long ago from creeping into his head. You were never too old for playgrounds.

"I just don't really want to be messing around on a playground. I'd rather read or something, but that defeats the point of camping." Karen laughed softly and shrugged. "I dunno. It'll be nice to get out of the house though. Especially with what-" Karen seemed to freeze up for a second and discontinued her sentence in a manner Kenny didn't miss. "Just some fresh air for a change, right?"

Kenny smiled a little. Karen hadn't mentioned what had happened to Kenny's face at all, but time had passed and Kenny's face was almost healed. A dull ache still lingered under the skin, but the discoloration was going away. Today was actually the first day back to work for Kenny and he'd stopped by the house to help Karen pack for camping before his shift.

He hadn't voiced it out loud, but both of them knew Kenny was also here to make sure Karen couldn't run into their parents. Both were out of the house at the moment, but Kenny didn't trust them.

"Well, you know you can call me anytime." Kenny offered.

Karen smiled and said, "I don't know if there's a pay phone up there, but I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Ken."

There was a moment of silence while Karen zipped up her bag and studied it, as if a note would pop up next to it saying 'You forgot something!'. Eventually satisfied that she had everything, Karen relaxed and went to sit on the bed next to Kenny.

"You going back to work today?" Karen asked idly, swinging her feet out in front of her.

"Yeah. Going in to work after this. It's not a long shift." Kenny replied with a shrug. His Department Manager had given him an eleven to four shift just to get him back into the swing of things. Luckily, him calling in sick had gained some sympathy so he wasn't going to get in trouble for missing so many days.

The bruise had taken almost a week to heal, though luckily a week where he had stayed at Kyle's and ate proper meals every day. When Kyle had said that Clyde was a better cook, he hadn't been lying. Clyde was a real and proper chef and the stir fry they'd had last night was haunting Kenny's daydreams.

"I'm glad you're not staying here." Karen confessed quietly, smiling at the floor. "Kyle's a nice guy."

Kenny nearly laughed, but he kept his face neutral. Karen had always liked Kyle, calling him Kenny's Best Friend and inviting him to hang out. It wasn't a crush exactly, but that hadn't stopped Kenny from teasing her about it.

"He is." Kenny agreed, for lack of anything else to say. He looked around Karen's impossibly small room and sighed. He knew he had to get going if he was going to make it to work on time, but it didn't make leaving his sister any easier. He wanted to wait until her ride got here and see her off, but that was at least another hour and he'd be late for sure.

Karen seemed to sense this because she stood abruptly and said, with exaggerated emphasis, "Well! You better get going and I've got to go get something to snack on before Patricia gets here."

Kenny pouted very obviously but stood all the same, letting his sister gently lead him out of her room. There was no door on Karen's hinges, something their parents had taken away from them for a reason neither of them really knew. Kenny had assumed the door had disappeared into the shed they had once used to grow illegal drugs, but the shed had long since been out of use thanks to regular visits from South Park authorities.

"Be safe camping." Kenny called as he hopped down the steps and onto the sidewalk.

"Have fun at work." Karen replied, waving enthusiastically before ducking back inside the house.

Kenny kept the smile on his face until he was sure Karen was out of sight and then sighed. He didn't really want to go back to work. He'd gotten used to just lounging around the house, texting Craig or Kyle when they were at work. The thought of seeing Craig at work again today was doing strange things to Kenny's stomach and he was almost very nearly excited to see him face to face again.

They hadn't met up much since the playground, fooling around a bit and then going their separate ways, but they were never long visits. Kenny knew that was their deal though; getting off and no relationship, but Craig could at least just hang out with him once or twice, right?

Kenny shoved his hands into his pockets and took the turn that would lead him to work, hoping it wasn't going to be a busy day.

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It wasn't a busy day.

Kenny had been on shift a total of two hours already and only two customers had come to his counter. The smell of baking bread was driving him crazy and he had been tempted just to take a bite of something to quell the gurgling in his stomach.

Much to his dismay, Craig wasn't even in the front of the store for those two hours, presumably in the back taking orders from people who wanted packaged meat instead of generic deli stuff. It wasn't exactly his job, but the deli department manager wasn't on today so someone had to do it and Craig ranked higher than the kid currently at the till.

After eying him for a time, debating whether the spindly kid was worth making friends with, Kenny discovered that his name was Reggie. His girlfriend had come to the till and they'd chatted for a bit before she'd leaned over to give him a kiss and went on to do more shopping. Kenny wasn't sure how a string bean like Reggie got the brunette beauty that had been his girlfriend, but he finally settled on a potential bet she had lost.

A warm something touched Kenny's arm and he nearly shouted in surprise, jerking around to see what the hell had touched him.

"Wow. Not the reaction I thought I was going to get." Craig said, arching an eyebrow and withdrawing his hand.

"Craig! What the fuck, dude, you scared the hell out of me." Kenny placed a hand over his heart for emphasis.

"Come with me." Craig said, extending his hand once more for Kenny to take.

Kenny eyed the hand offered to him but slid his hand over Craig's all the same. Craig led Kenny out of his section and down towards the staff bathrooms. It was when Craig pushed open a stall door that Kenny knew what was going on and grinned wickedly.

"You are insatiable, you know that?" Kenny said with a laugh. "At work?"

Craig merely shrugged and locked the stall door with both of them inside and reached to loop his arms around Kenny's torso.

"You have a better place?"

Kenny shook his head and looked at Craig intently. The darker haired boy was just a little taller than he was, but that wasn't surprising. Craig had always been the tallest boy in their grade, but Kenny took pride in the fact that he knew he was only about half an inch shorter. Kyle was the same height as him too, though had he kept his hair all fluffed up and messy, he'd have at least two inches on both Craig and Kenny.

"All healed I see." Craig commented.

"It still hurts a little, but yeah, not as ugly as it was before." Kenny reached up between him and Craig to lightly poke at his cheek. The ache wasn't as bad today now that he was awake and focusing on other things. Like Craig.

Craig leaned in and pressed strangely gentle kisses to Kenny's jawline. Not that Kenny was complaining. He tilted his head to the side and let Craig work, eventually feeling the boy's hands creep lower and lift the hem of his shirt.

"Hold on." Kenny said, pushing Craig away for a second so he could pull the shirt over his head himself. He hung it loosely on the little pick that stuck out from the door and moved to close the distance between them again.

This time, he'd decided, he was going to take the lead again. He hadn't done much in the way of leading since the car and he knew it was because Craig had felt bad that Kenny had been injured. Or whatever Craig's version of 'felt bad' was. But now that he was healed, he didn't need to be babied. Plus, there were still some things Kenny felt were owed.

Kenny lifted Craig's shirt up to hook it up with his own and immediately replaced where the fabric had been with kisses. He bit gently at Craig's shoulders, causing the darker haired boy to shiver and rest his hands at Kenny's hips.

"You're still looking…..pretty good….for a deli worker." Kenny said in between pressing his lips to Craig's chest and stomach. He worked his way down, until he had to rest on his knees on the bathroom floor, much to his disgust.

"And you're definitely back to normal." Was Craig's only response other than a contented sigh.

"I have to pay you back, you know." Kenny said, licking a path along Craig's inner hip, stretching the hem of Craig's black pants back just a bit so he'd have access.

"Who says, ngh….you had to?" Craig looked down at Kenny almost curiously, but his eyes were clouding over a bit and his breathing just a little faster than it had been before.

"You took such good care of me," Kenny shrugged with a smirk. "I need to return the favor."

Kenny popped the button to Craig's pants loose and was suddenly struck with an idea. He'd seen enough movies to have picked up on a list of things he wanted to try and this was one of them. He leaned in to take the zipper in between his teeth and pulled it down, sinking his whole body lower as he did so.

A low groan was his reward and Kenny felt very pleased with himself. He reached up to pinch the pants around the thigh area and tugged gently to work them down. Normal briefs caught Kenny's eye this time and he almost laughed.

"No Red Racer today, huh?" He teased.

"Fuck you, I can wear whatever I want." Craig flipped Kenny off, but a slight pink hue was visible on his cheeks. Whether from the underwear comment or the fact that a certain bulge was visible under said underwear was up for debate.

Kenny pulled the briefs down and closed his fingers around Craig's member. He'd done this sort of thing before, but not for a while, so it took Kenny a second to figure out what rhythm seemed to work better. Craig didn't seem to notice his minor confusion, but that was to be expected. Kenny took pride in the fact that even when he wasn't certain, he was good at this type of shit.

Thinking back to how Craig had been such a good sport about taking the lead back at the park, Kenny licked his lips and tried returning the effort. It was uncomfortable, but the minute Kenny took Craig into his mouth, the dark haired boy gave an unintentional moan and one hand reached to loosely grasp Kenny's hair. Kenny had never really liked giving blowjobs, they were kind of a girl's thing in his opinion, but hearing the sounds that Craig was making was at least making this one worth it. He moved his tongue along the length and made sure to do whatever was ripping those sounds out of the stoic boy.

Craig kept one hand in Kenny's hair and clapped the other one over his mouth. He knew he was making too much noise and really really didn't want some curious manager to peek in and ask what they were doing. A second of panic flooded Craig as he realized Kenny could potentially see his face this time, but Kenny quickly obliterated that thought by taking Craig a bit deeper.

The stall walls were uncomfortable and cold against Craig's back, even as he arched forward and pretty much the only contact he had with the wall was his shoulders and rear. He fought the urge to push forward with his hips, knowing that doing that would only make things worse. He didn't know how Kenny reacted to surprises or choking for that matter, but either way, Craig didn't want to find out now.

Kenny's hands gripped Craig's hips, both gently stroking the skin there with his thumbs and keeping Craig in place. Craig's muffled moans and sighs were addicting and Kenny wished they could be lying down so he could glance up and see Craig's face during this too. He still hadn't had the chance to watch Craig get off, so adamant the boy was about hiding his face whenever it came time for Kenny to work his magic on him.

A door clicked open from somewhere and both boys stiffened, panic flooding them as they realized someone was entering the bathroom.

Craig mouthed the word 'Fuck', which Kenny only caught because as he'd pulled back from his work, Craig had tugged him to his feet.

The two had a brief and frantic silent argument, gesturing to the door and finally Craig sat down on the lid of the toilet and yanked Kenny towards him. Half of him wanted to say 'No way am I sitting on your lap like a chick!' but as the footsteps neared their stall, Kenny gave in.

He tried to arrange himself propped between the stall wall and Craig's leg, his feet up against the opposite wall to avoid being seen. Hopefully that was enough. Another stall door creaked open and there was a moment's pause before it closed again.

All seemed like it was going well until a familiar voice said, "Craig? You in here?"

If Kenny could have spoken, he would have told Craig that his expression that second was priceless. Both panic and his typical anger flashed over his face and he said nothing in return to the voice Kenny recognized as Craig's co-worker.

"You weren't in the back or up at the till with me, so I was just wondering if that was you in here."

Craig mouthed the words, 'Dammit, Reggie' before replying with audible words.

"Yeah, Reg. Not feeling so good right now."

"Aw, that sucks. I can't do the packaging though, so feel better 'cos we have to get this work done today." Reggie replied.

"I know." Craig rolled his eyes and Kenny grinned.

A sudden idea struck the blonde and, still grinning, he reached down to run a finger along Craig's dick. Craig glared at Kenny, as if daring him to continue. A dare Kenny had no problems with doing.

He took a loose grip on Craig and moved his hand slowly, watching the anger build up in Craig. As he idly increased his pace, Craig's anger faltered a bit and the curl of pleasure returned, much as he tried to fight it.

"I saw that kid in Bakery's back. Did he have a leave or something?" Reggie asked and Kenny almost laughed out loud. This spindly jerk had no idea and yet he was pulling all the right straws.

"Yeah," Craig managed to get out before silencing a moan with a rather pained look. "Medical leave."

"Wonder what was wrong with him." Reggie seemed to muse and the flush of a toilet drowned out anything else he might have been wondering. Craig took the opportunity and a few quiet gasps escaped him as Kenny continued to work his hand along Craig's length.

Kenny heard Reggie washing his hands and was pleased that he hadn't decided more bathroom conversation was what this day needed and simply called out a, "See you later" as he left the bathroom.

Craig's hand stilled Kenny's hand, his fingers tight around Kenny's wrist and they reassembled themselves right ways up, Kenny laughing quietly at the glare Craig was giving him.

"If he had noticed us because of you, I'd have broken something of yours." Craig warned, but Kenny kept laughing. "Maybe your damn fingers."

"Oh come on." Kenny said, his voice low out of paranoia despite the grin plastered to his face. "That was fucking hilarious."

Craig pushed Kenny and the blonde felt his back collide with the stall wall. Thanks to the grip Craig still had on him, Kenny managed to yank his partner to the wall with him and wrestled his hand free to wrap both arms around Craig's waist.

"Are you gonna yell at me or let me finish the job?" Kenny asked with a purr, leaning in to bite at Craig's neck.

"Fuck you." Was the only reply, but Craig didn't fight as Kenny led him back to their previous positions, kneeling down and playfully licking along the shaft before resuming his work.

It didn't take too much longer and eventually Kenny started hearing strained moans and Craig's grip on Kenny's hair tightened. Craig didn't try to warn Kenny before he came, but Kenny had kind of guessed and was glad that he had at least been paying attention because he managed to not choke on the release. Barely a second of contemplation passed before Kenny swallowed it, not wanting to let evidence stand on their clothes and forgetting they were in a bathroom.

Kenny lifted a hand to wipe at his lips, momentarily thinking that he could have just spat it into the toilet, but also proud of himself because Craig never swallowed. He could hold this above him. And he'd do just that.

Standing, Kenny smirked at Craig, who simply flipped him off and tried to catch his breath,

"Did I do good?" Kenny asked, smirk growing slightly wider as he leaned against Craig's chest and linked his arms around his waist.

"That's disgusting." Craig said, his voice a little raspy.

"Want a kiss?" Kenny teased, leaning in as if to press his lips to Craig's cheek, but the taller boy quickly stopped that by pushing Kenny back by the shoulders.

Kenny let Craig redress himself though he kind of wished he could have done it himself. He slid his shirt back over his head and unlocked the stall door, peeking out to see if anyone was around. Satisfied that there wasn't, he walked to the sinks to wash his hands and take a drink of water. Craig came out as Kenny was leaning over to drink straight from the tap and Kenny nearly stabbed himself in the eye with the tap as Craig grabbed him by the hips.

"Stop scaring me." Kenny scolded, though he really didn't care at this moment.

"Stop…being scared so easily." Craig finished lamely.

Kenny laughed and stood up, grabbing Craig's arms and forcing the darker haired boy to hold him round the waist from behind.

"Aw, we're cute." Kenny said, holding Craig's hands at his stomach with one hand and pointing to the bathroom mirror with the other.

"Ugh." Craig rolled his eyes, something Kenny could see in the mirror, but rested his chin on Kenny's shoulder all the same. "I have to get back to packaging."

"I know." Kenny nodded, watching the two of them in the mirror with a strange urge just to turn around and kiss Craig. It wasn't the first time he'd wanted to do this, but Craig's rule was still in place. Stubborn bastard, kissing didn't mean you were boyfriends, it was just something people do. Or at least that's the reasoning Kenny wanted to give.

"See you later." Craig said after a few minutes of comfortable silence, tightening his hold on Kenny in some form of a hug before letting go and moving to the door.

"See you." Kenny waved. He'd stay here a little longer and drink some more water before going out to his till. He really wished he could buy drinks on his shift because he could really use some soda to mask the taste of what he'd just done. Hilarious as it was to see Craig after a blowjob, it was still not one of Kenny's favorite things to do.

And neither was working. Kenny sighed and fixed up his hair a bit before reluctantly heading back out to the floor.

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Thank the gods Kyle had gotten a key made for Kenny because as it stood right now, no one was home to let him in after work. Kenny closed the door and called "Anyone home?" to no reply. It didn't take him long to spot a note Kyle had left for him in some kind of professional's writing, 'Working from 1 to 6 today. Covering shift for someone until night crew gets here, be back later.'

Kyle's handwriting had always been better than most of their classmates, but analyzing it now, Kenny wondered exactly how it was still good after so many years of being out of school and not needing to write anything thanks to laptops and cell phones.

Sighing to himself, Kenny looked at the clock. It had taken him a bit longer to get home from work today because he'd made a point of meeting up with Craig before leaving to get rid of his urge to kiss the idiot, making damn sure to leave hickies on Craig's neck to show how frustrated he was. It was about five pm now and Kyle wasn't back for another hour.

An idea came to Kenny and he pulled open cupboards and the fridge door about four times each before he decided he was going to make dinner. He'd surprise Kyle with dinner when he got home and judging by what was in stock, he could easily make spaghetti.

He set about with the pots and boiling water for the noodles before turning the television on for some entertaiment. Nothing was really on the regular channels so Kenny settled for the music stations and was, right this moment, very glad that Clyde also worked late because he was dancing in the kitchen as he cooked. Kenny wasn't really a good dancer, not in his opnion anyway, but it was still fun rocking his hips and doing random hand dances while the water boiled and he cracked the dry noodles to cook them and stirred the pot of sauce that was heating up next to it.

It didn't take an hour to make, but when it became apparent that it was ready before Kyle was, Kenny kept it heated on the stove while he got changed out of work clothes and into pajama pants and a plain sleeveless shirt.

At around 6:15pm, Kenny heard the key turn in the lock and he managed to get up from the couch and into the kitchen by the time Kyle opened the door. He turned off the stove and midway through serving the pasta onto plates, Kyle came in beside him and raised an eyebrow.

"You cooked?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, I cooked. You think poor people can't cook?" Kenny teased, grinning at his friend.

Kyle just laughed and shrugged.

"People without food shouldn't know how to make it? I don't know. I'm going to get changed and then I'll be back to taste test this." Kyle said, disappearing down the hall and into his room while Kenny poured sauce on top of the pasta.

It looked pretty damn good to Kenny and he felt proud of himself yet again. He was doing that a fair bit today, but who would blame him? Not Kyle, Kenny had just cooked for him. And not Craig because….well…you know.

Kenny sat down on the couch, holding his plate of food in his lap and when Kyle emerged dressed in slightly faded jeans and a T-shirt with something clever about science on it that Kenny didn't understand, he joined in.

"Thanks for food, Ken." Kyle commented, taking a bite and nodding. "It's good, actually."

"Of course it is, I am a master chef." Kenny said without theatrics, though he grinned as Kyle gave him a look and laughed.

"Whatever you say, master chef." Kyle rolled his eyes but kept eating while Kenny channel surfed.

They settled on a movie, something Kenny had never seen called Taken, and finished their spaghetti. Kenny was quite impressed at his own meal and just a little disappointed he hadn't made more. He made a mental note to do just that another day. Make a whole ton of spaghetti. Just for him. And rent movies. Yes. That day would be kick ass.

Kyle went to bed around ten that night, leaving Kenny to finish up another movie on his own. This one wasn't quite as good, but it had the same actor from the first one in it and he was at least worth watching. Just before he was ready to fall asleep, Kenny smirked and pulled out his phone.

To: Craig Tucker

Liam Neeson's pretty hot. Maybe I should send him a deal like ours, huh?

Despite it being late, it didn't take Craig long to respond with, You know he's probably married, right?

So you wouldn't be jealous if he did take me up on that offer?

Kenny wasn't sure what he was expecting, trying these jokes on Craig, but on the off chance Craig surprised him, it was worth testing.

If he did, which he wouldn't, I'd congratulate you on banging Liam fucking Neeson. Until then, you got me.

Kenny actually smiled a little and sent back, Yes I do, before putting his phone away and getting ready for bed.