So early.

Kenny rubbed his eyes, trying his hardest to stay awake. He never usually worked this early, but his co-worker Felicia had quit yesterday and no one else had been available to take her shift. Clyde had given him a ride to work, since Kenny hadn't trusted himself sleepy behind the wheel.

Damn six am mornings, thought Kenny, as he glared weakly at the buns in the display cases. How the fuck does Clyde do this every morning?

Luckily for Kenny, the morning was fairly uneventful. Craig came in for a seven to three shift and Kenny spent most of his time texting. His department manager came to check on him a few times, inquiring mostly about how Kenny felt and if he needed a break just to let him know. Kenny faked a smile and nodded. He knew he should be appreciative, but it was almost creepy for the manager to be so nice to him. He got punched, not shot, he didn't need the concern.

It wasn't until after work that anything interesting happened. Taking off his vest and hanging it up as he usually did, Kenny watched Craig enter the staff room and catch his eye. Craig came up next to him and made a point of hanging his own vest right next to Kenny's, making the blonde grin.

"Aww, now we HAVE to see each other tomorrow to get our vests." Kenny cooed, wiggling a finger at Craig, who shrugged and turned away.

"You busy?" Craig asked as he walked towards the doorway.

"Not particularly. Why?" Kenny asked in return.

"Want to come over?"

Kenny just stared.

"I'm sorry?" Kenny asked, catching up with Craig to watch his face as he repeated, "Do you want to come over?"

"You never invite people over." Kenny pointed out but he walked with Craig all the same.

"No, I invite people over, they just don't say yes. You guys were always in a group and kind of assholes." Craig explained.

"I wasn't an asshole." Kenny protested with a pout.

"You told me you hated me more than once because I pointed out how stupid you were being; you were kind of an asshole." Craig arched an eyebrow.

Kenny shrugged as they made their way through the store and simply replied with, "Cartman's a heavy influence."

"I saw him a few days ago."

"Cartman?" Kenny looked at Craig in surprise. He hadn't heard much from Eric Cartman since the guy had moved out on his own and gotten a job doing telemarketing.

"Yeah. He's lost weight." Craig said, not really interested in the subject, but he knew Kenny would ask questions until he caved and told him so he figured it best just to get it out of the way. "He's dating Wendy now."

Kenny gave a rather sharp laugh that caused Craig to lean away from him with a grimace.

"Wendy Testaburger? Stan's old Wendy? Oh man, that's great!" Kenny laughed, knowing the fat ass had once had a crush on Wendy in elementary school. Apparently a crush that hadn't gone away.

"She moved in with him a few months ago. He insisted on showing me pictures cos she's all fat and stuff now." Craig continued.

"Fat?" Kenny started laughing again. "Since when?"

"She's pregnant or something." Craig shrugged.

Kenny had to stop walking just outside of the store doors to steady himself as he digested this information.

"Cartman's gonna be a dad?!" Kenny said, a little louder than necessary as he startled a couple walking out beside them.

"No big deal, dude, Wendy will probably be taking care of it, she doesn't work." Craig eyed Kenny like he might scream something else, but the blonde just laughed quietly and wiped a few tears from his eyes.

"Oh, life's going great for them, I'm sure he's super happy." Kenny said sarcastically with a wide grin.

"He seemed pretty fucking terrified, but he still showed me pictures of her so maybe he is happy?" Craig suggested. "Never thought the fat ass could really be capable of feeling happy emotions unless someone was dying or eating their parents, but I guess things change."

"Maybe he plans on grinding up Wendy after she has the baby and feeding her to it for strength." Kenny joked, though he had stopped laughing and the information was really sinking in. "Geez. Cartman and Wendy. Having a kid. Holy fuck."

"I know. Sickening, isn't it?" Craig said, taking a few steps forward and Kenny followed, remembering they were going to Craig's house.

It wasn't a long walk and the conversation about Cartman didn't stop until they reached the steps of Craig's house and Craig insisted they shut up because Cartman wasn't allowed in his house, so logically, neither was conversation based on Cartman.

Craig's house was much nicer than Kenny had anticipated. When he stepped into the foyer, he saw pictures hung neatly on the wall, mostly of family shots and a few with Craig's middle finger present as the photographer undoubtedly tried to get him to smile. Kenny could see where Craig's blue influence came from, spotting the navy blue couches and chairs and the blue coasters on the table.

It seemed to run in the family.

"Your parents out?" Kenny asked as Craig took his shoes off and started up the first step of the stairs.

"Everyone's out. Mary* and Thomas are out at some festival thing and Ruby's at a friend's house." Craig said.

Kenny didn't miss Craig calling his parents by their first names. Kenny had known they didn't have a good relationship, but not to that extent. Even he called his parents 'mom' and 'dad'.

"Oh, so you invited me over…to be home alone with you?" Kenny asked, lowering his voice and sidling up close to Craig on the stairs, who quickly stepped away and said, "Take your shoes off, Mc-…Kenny."

Kenny smiled at the use of his first name and obediently slipped out of his shoes and followed Craig up the stairs to what he assumed was Craig's room. It was equally as neat as the rest of the house, with dark blue carpeting and almost maroon walls. It hadn't changed a whole lot from when they'd been in school.

"I was thinking we could make some food in a minute. Late lunch." Craig suggested, lifting his work shirt over his head without any regard for Kenny being in the room with him. Kenny's eyes followed the fabric casually, wondering if Craig was doing this on purpose or not. Craig's pants joined his shirt on the floor and Kenny didn't care if it was on purpose or not.

He crept up behind Craig as the boy was looking for fresh clothes and wrapped his arms around his waist. Kenny pressed his lips to the back of Craig's shoulders, lazily kissing whatever part he could reach from here.

"What are you doing?" Craig asked, looking back at Kenny with a curious look.

"You're almost naked, what do you think I'm doing?" Kenny asked with a smile, resting his chin on Craig's shoulder.

"Get off me, dumbass, I'm trying to get dressed." Craig said, but he made no move to pull away.

Instead of complying immediately, Kenny made a point of running his fingers along Craig's sides and leaning in to bite at Craig's ear before letting go so Craig could get dressed.

"And yeah, lunch sounds good. What did you have in mind?" Kenny asked, moving to sit on Craig's bed.

Midway through stepping into a pair of jeans, Craig did an awkward sort of shrug.

"Okay, we'll wing it." Kenny replied without much interest. Any food was good to him. "I kind of want to get changed too."

Craig scowled and replied with, "You're not borrowing my clothes, you'll steal them. Go find something of my dad's if you want to change that bad."

Kenny made a face at Craig but stood all the same and headed to the hallway. There were three doors, all shut, but none of them marked so Kenny just checked the first one closest to him. Kenny was no expert, but judging by the posters of boy bands and the assortment of skirts on the ground, this was not Craig's parents room.

He would have left without a second thought, had an idea not struck him first. Stepping into what must have been Ruby Tucker's room, Kenny snatched a skirt off the floor and held it up. Looking it over, Kenny raised an eyebrow. Alright, make that a dress off the floor. What were kids wearing these days, seriously?

Ducking back out of the room and shutting the door behind him, Kenny moved on to search for Thomas Tucker's infamous hick wardrobe. The shirts were plaid and the jackets even worse, so Kenny wasn't going to touch those with a ten foot pole. He wrestled open a drawer that was nearly packed to bursting with jeans and sifted through them to find anything wearable. Luckily, there was a pair of dark black pants at the bottom that looked like they'd never been worn.

Kenny pulled them out and a tag welcomed him as he unfolded the pants. It seemed Mister Tucker didn't like formal clothing. Or anything that wasn't blue jeans at least.

Halfway through pulling on the pants, Kenny realized they weren't going to fit him. The waist was far too wide and Kenny wasn't looking through all the drawers for one damn belt. Not worth finding anything Thomas might have wanted to keep hidden. Kenny nearly shuddered at the thought. He'd found some messed up things in his parents rooms, but he was mostly trying to gather up their drugs to hide before the cops came around. And occasionally steal from his dad's alcohol stash. It wasn't really stealing if you were family, right?

Kenny scowled and put the pants back in the drawer. He really wished he'd had the magical foresight to bring a spare change of clothes. But he hadn't really counted on going over to someone's house, now had he?

He quickly stepped back into his own work pants and headed back to Craig's room with a sulky expression for effect.

"Nothing fits me. Just let me use your clothes." Kenny whined, leaning on the doorframe to Craig's room and watching the taller boy feed what must have been a new guinea pig. How long did those things last anyways? Stripe couldn't possibly be still alive, could he?

"No." Craig's response almost startled Kenny, who was already opening his mouth to ask about the guinea pig.

"I'm going to pick through your drawers the second you leave this room, you know this, why fight it?" Kenny said effortlessly, stepping into the room to get closer to the guinea cage. "Is this still Stripe?"

Craig shook his head.

"Guinea pigs only last about 5 years or so. This guy's fairly new…but his name is still Stripe." Craig explained, catching sight of a raised eyebrow from Kenny and shrugging. "Why change the name? It's not like it's any different from the old Stripe."

Kenny tilted his head and examined the guinea pig. It certainly looked the same as Stripe had, on the rare occasions Kenny had been able to see him.

"Why did you grab one of Ruby's dresses?" Craig asked, finally spotting the red and black dress hanging from Kenny's hand.

"I thought it'd be funny to put it up against whatever I chose from your dad's room, but he's fatter than I am, so it didn't work." Kenny answered, wrinkling his nose at Stripe, who had come up closer to the glass of the cage as if inspecting this strange newcomer staring at him.

"Just wear that, then." Craig said, and for a minute, Kenny didn't know if Craig was joking or not.

"What?" Kenny asked and Craig simply shrugged.

"If you want to change that bad."

"You really want to see me in a dress?" Kenny asked with a smirk, straightening up and facing Craig, who promptly turned away and gave a short humorless laugh.

"I'm not a pervert, dude, at least not that way. You want to change, I'm not giving you my clothes and that's final."

"Whatever." Kenny rolled his eyes and looked at the dress. It took all of three seconds for him to decide he honestly didn't care and lifted the dress to slip it over his head.

It was tight, of course, especially around his shoulders, but watching it hang off of him and swirl around his legs was enough to at least boost Kenny's mood.

"Do I look cute?" He asked with a laugh.

Craig just glared at him and raised a middle finger.

"Let's go make food." Craig said. He was beginning to regret inviting Kenny over.

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Dinner consisted of left over sushi and some instant noodles Craig had worked magic with, adding garlic powder and various other things Kenny had completely missed while trying his best to sit properly and get comfortable in the dress. Damn Craig and his goddamn rules, would it kill him to lend me some pants? Kenny thought irritably, but it was hard to stay mad when Craig would take breaks in between cooking the noodles and adding spices to come over and absently wind his arms around the blonde boy and especially hard to stay mad after tasting the delicious pasta that had been made.

They moved to the living room after dinner, falling over onto the couch with the intent to watch television. Well, about an hour in, the television was on, but neither of the boys was actually watching it.

Kenny was wrestling with the stubborn dark haired boy, trying to pull Craig close to him. In the small space of the couch, he kept getting Craig's knees to his legs and sides and it was beginning to hurt a little, but he was determined.

"Come here, damn you." Kenny said, though he was laughing and let go with one hand to shove Craig's knee out of his path before falling over onto Craig's side of the couch and pinning him to the cushions in a sort of hug.

Craig growled, a sound that went straight to Kenny's stomach and lower very much without his permission, and twisted in Kenny's grip so he was laying on his back with Kenny wedged between his side and the back of the couch.

Kenny hauled himself up over Craig and smiled at his companion before leaning down to press his lips to Craig's neck. In the time they'd come to spend together, Kenny had begun to get bored with the neck kisses, still pretty peeved that Craig wouldn't let him kiss him properly. Not that Kenny had really thought about it, pictured it, envisioned ways to sneak one without Craig stopping him, that wasn't it at all.

He let his frustrations out on the allowable space, moving so his knees were on either side of Craig's hips. He remembered the awkward similarity between this and their antics in the car and another rush of something went straight through his body, definitely heading south.

Craig's shirt was the first thing off, even though Kenny could feel Craig's hands at the hem of Ruby's dress. Kenny wondered vaguely if this creeped him out a little, fooling around with someone in his sibling's clothes, but he didn't have to wonder long because Craig ripped the dress upwards and surrounded Kenny's upper body in fabric until the blonde lifted from his work and the dress joined the shirt on the floor.

"Well this is no fair." Kenny said with a laugh, looking down at them both. "One article of clothing and I'm more naked than you."

Craig didn't respond with words, but after a moment's hesitation, the dark haired boy's hands reached for his own jeans and popped the button free. It wasn't necessarily this action that got to Kenny so much as that action coupled with the fact that Craig's eyes hadn't looked away from his the entire time. Fuck.

Kenny's hands joined Craig's in removing the jeans and as soon as they were clear of the couch, Kenny dove back in, pushing almost needy kisses to Craig's jaw, neck and anywhere he could reach without breaking Craig's rule. This was the first time since they had started this deal that anything to this level had occurred. Pants around the ankles wasn't quite the same as no pants at all. The freedom to move was definitely used as well, if Craig's shifting was anything to go by.

Kenny hadn't been paying much attention to what Craig's extremities were doing, but he felt an arm close around him and suddenly his world was spinning. He felt something soft against his back and realized that Craig had switched their positions. On this small couch, Kenny almost felt like congratulating him on such a feat. But congratulating him with words or actions wasn't a hard pick and Kenny lifted himself as best he could to meet Craig as he came back down.

It was like a fight but with kinder consequences, Kenny liked to think, both of them pressing kisses to one another's skin, Kenny locking his legs around Craig and having the taller boy push against him in a way that certainly hadn't happened in their previous meetings. Even without skin to skin contact, the feel of Craig's hips between his legs was a level of intimacy he hadn't had with many other people. Sex was one thing, but this was something else.

Craig's breath on Kenny's skin was warm and it spread down his arm as Craig kissed and bit along his shoulder. In the close confines the couch was demanding they keep, Kenny could feel Craig's whole body work to keep himself level with his attention to Kenny's torso while moving his hips. Kenny reached down to hold Craig's waist, the skin there warm to his touch.

Kenny wondered how many people had seen Craig like this, his mind working without his permission. The dark hair that was usually covered by the blue chullo hat hung in front of Craig's eyes and Kenny knew his own would be painting a sharp contrast to the dark couch cushions right now.

Kenny nearly choked on his own voice as he moaned in response to Craig's little bites and the slow push between his legs. They hadn't even gotten the underwear off and Kenny was already in heaven. There was just one problem. That feeling was back.

The one where he wanted to kiss Craig. Without really thinking, he'd been trying to do it for a while now. He'd achieved a few kisses to Craig's cheek and one even landed quite close, but Craig had turned his head and Kenny had barely caught the corner of those lips.

The frustration was beginning to get to him and Kenny felt the almost painful tension all the way through his body. The strange thing was it was also in his chest. Like it hurt his heart to continue working through the tension. What the fuck was going on?

"Stop!" Kenny managed to get out, pushing Craig back by the shoulders. "Stop it, stop."

"What?" Craig asked, frowning at the boy beneath him but obeying the command all the same.

"I don't….I can't." Kenny shook his head furiously, trying to clear whatever mess had been going on up there. His chest still hurt and he wondered briefly if he'd have a heart attack here on Craig's couch. "Sorry."

Craig watched Kenny cautiously and moved out of Kenny's leg lock and onto the floor next to the couch. He sat on his knees and looked at Kenny seriously.

"You don't want to?" He asked.

Kenny shook his head again, avoiding Craig's eyes in favor of looking up at the ceiling. What an interesting ceiling. It had the same odd spots like his at home, maybe there'd be a hidden pic-….alright, that wasn't working. The ache in his chest was passing though and Kenny sighed, raising a hand to his face.

"I'm sorry. I want to, I just can't. Something's wrong." Kenny confessed.

"What's wrong?" Craig asked another question.

You won't let me fucking kiss you. "I don't know." Kenny answered, unsure if he was lying or genuinely confused.

"You don't know." Craig repeated with that tone of disbelief Kenny had become so familiar with in school. "South Park's playboy doesn't want to have sex and doesn't know why."

"Fuck you." Kenny retorted but there was almost no malice to it and it only achieved a short scoffing laugh from Craig.

There was a pause before Kenny heard Craig sigh heavily and the blonde turned his head to look at his companion.

"What do you want to do, then?"

Kenny sat up on the couch and shrugged.

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"You don't have one of those, do you?"

"No, but my mom does."

"Oh my god!"

Kenny laughed at the image of Mary Tucker owning a Shakeweight, holding his stomach and ignoring the fact that Craig was flipping him off again.

After Kenny's minor heart problem, the two had sat in silence for almost a full twenty minutes before Craig had turned the television on for some background noise. Or whatever, Kenny didn't know why, but he'd guessed. As it got later, the actual shows stopped playing and shitty infomercials and shopping channels consumed everything. Glad for the distraction, Kenny had started making comments about the things sold on these shows…and it had become a thing.

Craig had resituated himself on the couch and Kenny had settled next to him, laying his legs across Craig's lap and pleased that the taller boy hadn't shoved him away after what he'd done earlier. Neither one had bothered getting changed again and Kenny felt oddly comfortable. Like, more comfortable than he'd felt with anyone since Kyle had allowed him to lean against him during their last movie night. And then some because Craig would let him occasionally press kisses against his shoulder or chest and play with his fingers when he was bored without worry of a jealous boyfriend coming in.

The commercial changed to Bowflex and Kenny snickered.

"They think they're all ripped and stuff but they fucking show you what they have to do to get like that and they just look like idiots." Kenny commented, watching some buff guy squeeze his legs shut against something designed for strengthening calf and thigh muscles.

"See how fast he lets go on the machine?" Craig asked, pointing at the screen just as the man relaxed and the weights separated his legs. "That's what he'll never see on a woman again."

Kenny laughed and added, "Because they'll see this commercial and realize he's a tool?"

"For starring in a shitty and rather fucking gay commercial, I dub thee unfuckable." Craig intoned with a flourish of his hand and the tiniest hint of a smile.

"Oh, oh my god, this one!" Kenny exclaimed, reaching for the remote and nearly kicking Craig in the process. He turned up the volume and Craig raised an eyebrow.

A commercial for Flexor* had come on and Kenny glanced between the screen and Craig to see the boy's reaction. Even Craig, in all his stoic glory, found himself fighting a smile at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Shakeweight wasn't enough?" He asked, holding in a laugh as Kenny seemed to be laughing enough for both of them.

Kenny gasped in a breath and said, "Just shake these balls around, there's nothing wrong with that!"

He did a complex looking hand motion and Craig noticed Kenny was mimicking the motions in the video. Craig smirked and watched until Kenny shook his arm out and spoke up again.

"My arm hurts now. Did I seriously just work out a little?"

"Oh you poor thing." Craig said sarcastically.

"I can't watch these anymore." Kenny mumbled, turning off the TV with a very prominent fake pout. "Making me work out and shit."

"What are we going to do, if not watch television?" Craig inquired, raising an eyebrow at his pouting companion.

Kenny shrugged.

"Talk?"

"About?"

"What's your favorite color?"

Craig just stared at Kenny for a moment before responding.

"My favorite color."

"Is it blue?" Kenny asked, wiggling a finger at Craig and grinning.

"No." Craig replied, much to Kenny's surprise. Noticing the expression, Craig shrugged. "Well, yeah, but it's not my only favorite color. I have more than one."

"Like?"

"Yellow. Green. I kind of like dark red too."

Kenny pointed to himself and suggested, "Orange?"

"Orange is alright. Though I know that's YOUR favorite color, so I don't have to ask that." Craig answered.

"It is." Kenny nodded. "Okay, so how about favorite food?"

"Do we really have to ask such moronic questions?" Craig asked, moving one arm around Kenny and shaking him.

Kenny laughed and jabbed Craig in the side, forcing the boy to stop.

"What kind of questions do you want to ask, then? Last I checked, we don't have much to talk about."

Craig paused for a second and at first, Kenny was worried Craig would just suggest turning in out of boredom, but eventually the boy spoke again.

"I like quesadillas. Like with red peppers and green peppers and chicken."

Kenny just grinned.

A few hours were wasted like this, asking basic questions that Kenny had pulled up from the internet on his phone, which was telling him that by the time they'd run out of questions it was roughly four o'clock in the morning.

"Hey, can I ask you something personal?" Craig's voice made Kenny look up from his phone.

Kenny didn't really want to say yes. His personal life was different than a lot of other people and his answers were either seen as something to pity or lies. But this was Craig. And Kenny was overtired.

"Sure."

"Why don't you move out?" Craig asked, his expression serious. It looked different from his usual mask of disinterest and Kenny wondered if this had been bugging him for a while.

"Of my parents house?" Kenny clarified, though he knew that's what Craig had meant. "I don't know. Don't really have the money to move out on my own with my car payments and all." Kenny paused before continuing. "And Karen's still living there."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah." Kenny shrugged. "Mom and dad scare her sometimes, so she needs someone there."

"Do they scare you?"

Craig's question caught Kenny a little off guard and he blinked stupidly at the boy for a few seconds before shrugging again.

"They're assholes, for sure, but they don't really scare me."

It was Craig's turn to fall silent and he glanced down at Kenny's legs, which were covering his own. His face hadn't changed, but Kenny knew the mood definitely had.

"Can you ask me a personal question?" Craig's voice was low and a little curious.

Kenny wasn't sure where this conversation was headed, but he tried to think of something personal he could ask Craig. He figured since Craig had asked him something about his family, he'd do the same.

"Why do you hate your family? Or, I mean, not hate, but….you guys don't seem to get along unless there's a crisis."

Silence. Kenny looked at Craig and the boy just kept staring at his legs. It took almost a full minute of waiting and wondering and worrying that he'd asked something that was secretly so personal that it had been offensive that that had been Kenny's first question, but eventually Craig opened his mouth to speak.

"We're a bunch of liars." Craig started and Kenny almost jumped in surprise at the noise breaking through his initial panic.

"Liars?" Kenny pressed.

"I don't hate them, it's just...we're the loving family that just has a few issues to everyone's faces and

then we get home we don't speak to one another."

Kenny wasn't sure what to think. It felt like incredibly important information that he was being trusted with, but Craig's face hadn't displayed any new emotions and his voice had remained stable and calm. He'd never really delved into personal things with Craig and wondered why now, of all times, Craig had requested the subject.

"Why don't you move out?" Kenny asked, repeating Craig's question to him from earlier.

Craig shook his head.

"It's like I own this house alone anyway, we all kind of stay out of each other's way. Moving out would just be the same but with me paying the bills and not my parents." Craig looked up at Kenny finally and said, with a hint of that old teasing tone to it, "You can understand liking the free ride, right?"

Kenny kept silent for a moment while the information and possible joke sank in and he gave a slow humorless laugh.

"Oh, cos I'm poor? Haha."

"Let's go to bed." Craig suggested suddenly, clapping his hands down on Kenny's legs. Thankfully, it didn't hurt, but Kenny jumped all the same.

"Right now?" Kenny asked, though he knew it was late.

"I'm tired. And what, are we going to sit and watch the shopping network until morning?" Craig arched an eyebrow.

"I don't know, I could do with a onesie and a diamond ring for much more than what they purchased them at." Kenny mused, but Craig shoved him back on the couch and he grinned widely at the reaction.

"You'd never get to use that ring if you bought a onesie." Craig teased, standing up and gathering his clothes that Kenny had almost entirely forgotten about from the floor. "Bring Ruby's dress back to her room."

"Yes, sir." Kenny intoned dully, rolling off the couch and snatching up the dress. "Where are we sleeping?"

"You can either sleep with me in my room or down here." Craig replied, already at the stairs.

"Can I sleep in your bed?!" Kenny exclaimed, following quickly to the bottom step and trying to remember which door was Ruby's.

"Did you bring a sleeping bag?" Craig's voice was lazy and Kenny wondered just how tired he really was.

"No?" Kenny answered.

"Then yes, you're sleeping in my bed."

"Huzzah!" Kenny celebrated, tossing Ruby's dress into a random room and hoping it was hers, ignoring the withering look from Craig.

There was no need to get changed, not that Kenny would have asked to as his underwear was what he slept in normally…that and he knew Craig wouldn't lend him anything. He slipped under the covers before Craig did, a little disappointed to see that the taller boy was rifling through a drawer for pajama pants.

"Don't trust me enough to sleep in your underwear?" Kenny teased.

"You were the one who stopped me earlier, why do you care?" Craig responded coolly and Kenny's mood fell a bit as he remembered.

"I…whatever, nevermind." Kenny said, falling back onto the pillows. Craig had a double bed, or so Kenny guessed because it was bigger than his own at home but not by too much, and had layered it with about three blankets and four pillows. Kenny relaxed into the trappings with ease. It was comfortable, though not quite as comfortable as Kyle's couch. And that was saying something.

"Your bed isn't really soft." Kenny remarked, voicing his distaste for it aloud.

"I need the stiffer mattress." Came the reply. "My back gets all fucked up otherwise."

Craig sat on the bed, swinging his feet under the covers before arranging himself next to Kenny. The blonde haired boy watched as Craig shifted and tucked the blankets under one shoulder, leaving the one closest to him open. Kenny snaked a hand out to lightly touch Craig's arm and Craig lifted it, as if thinking Kenny wanted him to move. Kenny took the opportunity to loop his arm around Craig's and hold it against himself tightly.

"What are you doing?" Craig asked.

"I cuddle sometimes when I sleep."

"Oh great."

"Fuck you, Craig, you'll like my cuddles."

Craig didn't respond but Kenny noticed he didn't pull away either. Good then. Stay there, Kenny thought and he shifted closer to Craig to get more comfortable.

"Night, Craig." Kenny mumbled, closing his eyes and vaguely trying to remember the last time he'd actually shared a bed with someone like this. It had been a while.

"Night."

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* - The first name of Craig's mother is unknown, but it doesn't seem they have a relationship close enough for Craig to use "mom". I named her Mary after her voice actress in the show for the purpose of portraying this lack of familial interest.

* - Flexor = real product. Free Flexor for Men.

Author's Note:

This chapter was tough to write since I had a different idea for it, originally. I apologize if it sounds a bit off, but I trust you'll tell me if it does. New ideas are being added and scenes reworked, so the next one will be a little easier to get done.

The scene here where Kenny and Craig are watching infomercials and the like was taken from inspiration I'd gotten from a movie called Crazy, Stupid, Love.