"Normally, I don't like to go anywhere in weather like this."
Kenny made a face out the window of the Tucker living room, watching the rain make intimidating puddles across the road. The street hadn't been re-paved and the natural holes and dips were making for very dangerous conditions.
"Well, you didn't have to come over." Craig called from the couch.
Kenny glanced back at him and grinned.
"But I'd hate to disappoint you. You did invite me over." Kenny teased, slowly walking over to where Craig was sitting.
"Whatevs, man, I'd have just watched TV alone." Craig shrugged noncommittally, but a hint of a smirk appeared when Kenny sat down next to him with a deliberately alluring look.
"Wouldn't that be lonely?" Kenny reached out with one hand, dragging his index finger along Craig's chest.
"With how often you text? I couldn't be lonely if I tried." Craig raised an eyebrow and made as if to bite Kenny's finger, causing the blonde to withdraw with a laugh. "So, TV or video games?"
Kenny sucked his lower lip in between his teeth and bit down gently, trying to figure out how best to convey what he really wanted to get from today. He'd come up with a decision last night during a conversation with Kyle and had deliberately kept himself from thinking too hard on it until now to avoid a repeat offense like the last time he'd been over here.
Kyle had brought up a valid point, but Kenny couldn't bring himself to quite admit that he might be right. He'd been reviewing the conversation until he'd fallen asleep last night and now his brain was involuntarily doing it again.
00 Last Night 00
"So, how was the date?" Kyle was still up when Kenny got through the door, curled up in a blanket on the couch watching some shark movie he didn't seem too interested in.
"I...it went well." Kenny beamed happily and fell down onto the couch beside Kyle. He hadn't stopped smiling the whole way home and his entire body was buzzing with something very similar to excitement.
"Just well?" Kyle raised an eyebrow. "You're practically ready to start bouncing off the walls by the looks of you."
Kenny leaned his head against the back of the couch and turned to look at Kyle. He clasped his hands in his lap to try and keep still and his heart gave a nearly painful thud in his chest as he prepared to say the words he'd so far avoided saying out loud.
"Kyle...I think I love him." Kenny murmured, smile still in place.
Kyle muted the television and shifted in his blanket cocoon to face Kenny on the couch. He rested an elbow against the back of the couch and propped his head up to listen.
"So well was an understatement." Kyle grinned.
"You know me, I don't date." Kenny shrugged. "But he kinda makes me want to. I've never had that much fun with someone I'd been intimate with. Usually it's just about sex or showing off to other people what arm candy we are-"
"Real modest there." Kyle interrupted and Kenny chuckled.
"I'm awesome, don't kill my flame. Anyway, I mean it. It's never been fun before now. And he's so different from the people I used to go out with." Kenny took a deep breath. "And I think he kind of likes me too. It's hard to tell, you know Craig, but I think he does."
"Ask him?"
"Kyle, no one asks that cheesy shit anymore. It's too obvious." Kenny shook his head.
"And Craig is anything but obvious." Kyle stated and Kenny changed his action to a nod.
"I was kind of thinking though. We haven't really been...intimate for a while." Kenny mused.
"I don't want to hear about your libido, I'll tell you right now." Kyle warned but Kenny ignored him.
"I'm kinda thinking I should sleep with him. I-...well, I mean, I want to, but I'm kind of worried that it'll be too much after that if it turns out he doesn't like me like I like him." Kenny was more saying these things for his own benefit with the perk of having someone agree or disagree with him, but Kyle was already splitting his attention between Kenny and the shark movie, entirely disinterested in where the conversation was headed. "What do you think I should do?"
"Have sex with him if you want." Kyle offered unhelpfully.
"That...but do you think it would be tougher afterwards? If he doesn't like me?" Kenny pushed.
Kyle sighed and glanced at Kenny before going back to his movie.
"Craig's not an easy guy to figure out, but he's not that complicated. If he didn't like you, why would he go on a date with you or come over here for my birthday? It's not like you're coaxing him with physical favors, he came over just to hang out. That's got to say something. If you think it's time to sleep with him, that's entirely up to you, but I don't think you're the only one who feels this way." Kyle shot Kenny a quick smile and added, "You wanna watch the rest of this movie with me?"
Kenny paused, sort of wanting to just talk about his date some more but knowing that ultimately, Kyle wasn't interested in that aspect of most people's lives.
"What's happened?" He asked.
"It's a shark movie, what do you think has happened? Some idiots went swimming where they shouldn't have and now a shark is after them. Two are dead so far." Kyle explained and Kenny reluctantly started to watch the movie...which turned to genuine interest pretty quickly, the shark was fairly well done.
00 Current 00
"Ken?" Craig asked, bringing Kenny out of his thoughts and the blonde stumbled over his reply.
"I-...I don't really want to do those things. Not right now. Later we can."
"You have a better idea?"
Kenny smiled and leaned in to kiss the skin just below Craig's ear.
"I have many."
Kenny shifted on the couch so he could face Craig better, resting his hands on Craig's shoulders and pressing his lips to Craig's cheek and jaw-line. The taller boy seemed like he might have wanted to say something, but eventually Craig simply kept his mouth shut and tilted his head to the side to give Kenny more room.
It had been a while since they'd really lavished any attention on each other and Kenny was determined to make up for lost time. After the date last night, romantic intentions or not, he wasn't about to go back to ignoring how he felt. He wasn't about to go off and actually tell Craig either, fuck no, but ignoring the fluttery feeling in his stomach and how his heart sped up when he heard Craig's breath escape him as Kenny gently bit at his neck was absolutely out of the question.
"I was beginning to think you were going all soft on me." Craig said, a small grin at his lips as he felt Kenny push his hands up under the hem of his shirt and cold fingertips slid over his stomach.
"I could make a comment about being stiff or firm, if you'd like to hear it." Kenny teased, diverting one of his hands down to ghost its way along the front of Craig's pants before rejoining his other one that was slowly working Craig's shirt up.
"Ah, you have such a way with words." Craig rolled his eyes and lifted his own hands to Kenny's shoulders, pushing the blonde back and away from his neck. For a split second, Kenny's gut twisted with the worry that Craig no longer wanted to do any of this, but his concern was ill placed.
Craig shifted on the couch and stood up, fingers curling around the fabric of Kenny's sleeve and tugging him up as well.
"Where are you going?" Kenny asked, letting himself be led over to the staircase.
"We are going to my room. I'm not going to start this shit in the living room when Ruby might come back for lunch or something stupid like that."
"Shit?" Kenny laughed. "Oh, so being intimate is shit now? I guess we don't have to do it, if that's the case."
Kenny felt his back hit the wall opposite the stair case banister and Craig looked at him seriously for a second before smirking ever so slightly and leaning in until his breath was right at Kenny's ear.
"You try to back out on me again and I'll have to punish you." Craig murmured and Kenny felt his knees go weak without his consent.
Fuck.
"P-punish me?" Kenny stammered, feeling Craig tug his sleeve again and trying not to look so eager as they continued up the stairs.
"Wow, I didn't think such cheesy lines would get to you, but if that's what it takes then yes." Craig chuckled softly, letting go of Kenny only after they were in his room and having the sense to close the door for good measure.
"So what kind of punishment would we be talking about here?" Kenny asked, smirking widely and crossing his arms. "How does Craig Tucker punish someone?"
Craig turned to Kenny and time seemed to slow down a little. Craig's posture relaxed drastically and his usually blank expression turned to one Kenny found infuriatingly alluring. Each step Craig took towards Kenny was slow and deliberate and Craig knew exactly what kind of control he was asserting over the blonde right now. And Kenny knew Craig knew exactly how it was affecting him. Dammit.
"You really want to know? It's not the kind of punishment for lightweights." Craig's voice was low and Kenny was having a little difficulty trying to remain firm against the sound of it. "It's got a lot to do with my hands."
Oh god.
"I find just the right place to wrap my fingers around," Craig was closing in at this point and Kenny dropped his arms to his sides, clearing his throat as he tried very hard not to picture what Craig might have been describing. "-and then," Craig lifted his hand and Kenny closed his eyes, hoping it would help keep him calm.
Unfortunately for Kenny, Craig's fingers found themselves pinching around Kenny's earlobe and tugging almost painfully. It was certainly enough to startle Kenny and the blonde yelped, opening his eyes and reaching up to smack Craig's hand away and cover his ear.
"You're so easy." Craig said, a smirk crossing his lips. "All this time with me and you haven't learned to expect this?"
"You're such an asshole." Kenny laughed, rubbing his ear though it didn't really hurt.
"Oh, poor baby." Craig rolled his eyes and dropped his hands down to the hem of Kenny's shirt, gripping the fabric again and lifting it up over Kenny's head. "You want sweet, you're looking in the wrong house."
"You were pretty sweet last night." Kenny said, trying to help Craig with his own shirt, but Craig seemed determined to take the lead on this.
"That wasn't sweet, that was..." Craig stopped, looking off to the wall of his room though Kenny was sure he wasn't actually seeing anything. "Okay, maybe sweet, but only because I can't think of another word for it."
Craig's shirt dropped from his hand to the floor and Kenny reached out to run his fingers along Craig's arm. He stepped closer and let his other hand rest at the back of Craig's neck and the taller boy looked at him with a sort of curious expression before Kenny gave him a small smile.
"I'm still intrigued by that punishment option." Kenny teased and Craig couldn't help but give a quiet sort of chuckle in return.
"I was fucking with you, Ken, I'm not into that kinky bullshit." Craig shook his head and Kenny put on a fake pout.
"That's unfortunate, I'm into almost anything."
"Gross." Craig flipped Kenny off, but the blonde leaned forward to press his lips to that offensive finger. "Also gross." Craig added, but he didn't look put off by the gesture.
"Get your finger out of my face and come here." Kenny growled playfully and began pulling Craig closer to him, using his hand at the base of Craig's neck to tilt the man's head back and start kissing and nipping at the skin available in front of him.
"When was the last time we did this?" Craig mumbled, closing his eyes and letting Kenny do what he seemed determined to do.
Kenny knew very well when the last time was, not counting his handsy gesture at the movie theater, but it didn't make it any easier to say.
"Was it really last time you were over?" Craig seemed to know as well, though whether his questions were rhetorical or actually posed towards Kenny to answer, the blonde wasn't sure. In any case, he kept silent. "Feels like it's been a long time."
"Miss me?" Kenny teased and Craig gave a humorless laugh, "Ha ha. Must be nice on that pedestal you bought yourself, huh?"
"The view's nice."
Craig pushed Kenny back again and cocked an eyebrow before Kenny shrugged and grinned.
"I meant you." He sighed dramatically and linked his arms around Craig's neck.
"Of course you did." Craig said with a grin and moved, dragging Kenny with him via the blonde hold on him. He rested his knee on the bed and lifted himself onto the mattress, going slow so Kenny could easily follow.
It was strange.
There was nothing overly intimate about how they moved over the bed, Kenny laying the reluctant Craig down and resting his weight over him. Kenny could tell Craig was a top, simply from the way he had acted the first time they'd come this close and the clear discomfort on his face now as he knew Kenny had the upper hand at the moment. Later on, this might become easier for Kenny to deal with, but right now he wasn't so sure he wanted to jump right into a submissive role because he knew that's when he'd start to lose control over himself. Being in control right now was all that kept Kenny's mind blank and his heart relatively calm. He could dictate how fast or slow this went and for now, he wanted to keep that.
Despite not being allowed to kiss Craig on the lips, Kenny was surprised at how close Craig was letting him get this time. The two lay there, in no particular hurry, just trading touches or kisses wherever they could get them and Kenny cautiously tested his luck. His hands were absently messing around in Craig's hair and the dark haired individual didn't seem to mind too much as his eyes were closed and he was busy mapping out Kenny's lower back with one hand and shoulders with the other. Kenny took the opportunity and leaned in, pressing his lips to the corner of Craig's mouth.
Craig twitched a little, moving his head to face away from Kenny but the blonde used his advantage with Craig's hair and gave a little tug on the strands to direct Craig back towards him. He purposefully gave another kiss to the other side, just short of actually kissing Craig and backed away to see what damage he may have done.
Craig had his eyes open now and was looking at Kenny curiously.
"Getting bold, are we?" Craig asked, but he didn't seem overly upset about it. Kenny just shrugged in return and smiled.
"You know me. I take risks like vitamins."
"Sure you do." Craig smirked and glanced down between them. "I've got to say, I'm not liking those pants."
Kenny frowned, looking down as well and saying, "What do you mean?"
"I'm saying, unless you plan on having more heart problems like last time, those pants should be a lot more on the floor and a lot less on you." Craig spoke slowly and deliberately, like speaking to a child, but when Kenny rose his gaze back to the dark haired boy to make some half formed joke he had to stop. Craig was still smirking at him and Kenny rolled his eyes, shaking his head and smiling again.
"I hope your floor appreciates them, I like these jeans." Kenny said, pushing himself up and untangling his fingers from Craig's hair to work on his jeans button instead, seeing Craig do the same with his own pants.
Two pairs of jeans joined the earlier discarded shirts on Craig's bedroom floor and Kenny settled himself back down over Craig with a comfortable sigh.
"No heart problems?" Craig asked.
"Not so far." Kenny answered.
"Good." Craig reached up and brushed a few stray strands of hair from Kenny's face, a move that was oddly romantic to Kenny but probably meant nothing special to Craig. "Because I have a condition to this. If we go through with it and it's looking more and more like that's going to be the case…"
"Hmm?" Kenny hummed, kissing Craig's collarbone absently while he waited for the moment he was fairly certain he would have to admit submission. He didn't mind either way, in normal circumstances. Today was a little different, but he'd let it get this far and would listen to what Craig had to say. Even if his heart may or may not have jumped a little in apprehension.
"I don't...uh..." Craig paused for a second, wondering how best to say this. It was easy to be blunt but it just didn't sound right. "I-...our positions are wrong for what I'm used to."
Kenny gave himself points for knowing what Craig had been about to say.
"You don't play bottom?" He clarified.
Craig shook his head.
"I'm not into being on the receiving end. You okay with that?"
"I like how you're actually asking me." Kenny laughed.
"Shut up, I'm just making sure." Craig stuck up his middle finger again but Kenny wrapped his fingers around Craig's wrist and brought it back down.
"I've done both before, I don't mind." Kenny admitted, though he made a great effort to avoid Craig's eye as he said it.
"Who have you let fuck you?" Craig asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No one you'd know." Kenny pushed himself back, laying himself on his side next to Craig and waiting for the boy to move.
"How long ago?" Craig propped himself up on an elbow, facing Kenny and still asking questions Kenny didn't really want to answer. But kind of potentially thought was cute because Craig looked a little jealous. If that emotion was even possible for Craig. Maybe Kenny was imagining things.
"I don't know, a couple of years back at least. I didn't really make a habit out of it, but it happened." Kenny shrugged.
Craig hummed an acknowledgement and shifted to bring Kenny closer, using his knees to push Kenny's legs apart and settle in between them, resting his weight down like Kenny had been doing earlier.
"You're the only one for me now, baby." Kenny teased, winking at Craig and gasping in mock offense when Craig just stared at him. "What, you don't like 'baby'?"
Craig buried his face in between Kenny's shoulder and neck, huffing in over done exasperation before saying something that came out muffled against Kenny's skin.
"You're so unbearably cheesy it's a wonder I haven't suffocated in it yet."
"Come on," Kenny teased. "You love the cheese."
Craig lifted his head, looking at Kenny with an expression Kenny couldn't quite figure out, but luckily Craig seemed to remember what they were doing and he didn't have to think much longer before Craig had begun kissing his shoulder.
Kenny closed his eyes, feeling Craig work his way up his neck. He nearly jumped in surprise when he felt Craig's lips at the corner of his own, much like he'd done earlier, but kept still in case his movement somehow cause Craig to stop. Kenny nearly laughed when he realized he was kind of treating Craig like one would a small and easily startled animal.
Moving his hands to Craig's waist, Kenny gently pushed upwards with his hips to test the waters. They started easy, with a surprising lack of urgency considering how it had been a while since they'd tried anything with each other. Kenny felt a slow pressure building and Craig moved above him casually. Despite Kenny trying to coax the movements it was Craig that was in control. Those kisses became more heated with time as they moved, Craig's breathing becoming more labored and Kenny barely able to get a breath in.
Kenny's mind was blissfully empty and he focused on keeping it that way by directing all his attention simply to what was happening and not the meaning behind it.
It wasn't hard as their motions became more heated and deliberate; Kenny was having a difficult enough time keeping his breath as they descended into the same intimacy as before. Kenny's body tingled at Craig's touch and Kenny was pleased to hear little moans from Craig when he pushed up to meet the man's hips or ran his fingertips down Craig's back. Kenny let out a noise of his own as Craig pressed against him and simultaneously bit down on Kenny's neck.
"I haven't...done this in a while." Craig breathed out, his breath heating Kenny's skin almost uncomfortably.
"Me neither." Kenny admitted, trying to tear some of his focus away to look around Craig's room. "Aah...do you have-?"
"Under the bed." Craig answered without waiting for Kenny to finish. The two awkwardly shifted so Kenny could shove a hand under Craig's bed without parting from each other and Kenny tried to judge the shape of what he was looking for. He wasn't so concerned about this when it involved oral, but sex was something a little different.
Luckily he found what he was looking for without too much difficulty and pulled out a small square package, inspecting it before handing it to Craig.
"You're a mind reader." Kenny said as Craig curled his fingers around the wrapper.
"No, just adept at reading the signs." Craig murmured, backing up reluctantly to dig his fingers under the band of Kenny's underwear.
Craig paused for a minute and Kenny grinned.
"This is the first time you'll see me totally naked. You excited?" Kenny teased playfully, linking his hands behind his head and receiving a withering look from Craig in return.
"Get over yourself." Craig replied with a small smirk and removed the remaining fabric covering Kenny. Contrary to what he'd just said, Craig did stare a little more than Kenny had expected him to. The man even fucking blushed a little. Though the red in his face could quite possibly have been because he was aroused, it wasn't hard to tell that either.
Kenny lifted himself up, sticking his thumb under Craig's waistband in return and the two worked to drop that with the other discarded articles of clothing as well. Now it was Kenny's turn to stare.
"Fuck, I need to go to your gym." Kenny said.
"You want to work out?" Craig lifted an eyebrow.
"No, I just want to see you all sweaty in gym clothes." Kenny confessed with a smirk, hastily pulling Craig back against him and hissing at the skin on skin contact he'd been so daunted by earlier.
The two play-fought for dominance, though they both knew Kenny would surrender. Kenny discovered that Craig actually liked having his hair played with during foreplay and in return, Craig found out that Kenny was a bit of a masochist. The bites that had proven to be effective in the past were even more so now and when Craig had unintentionally dug his nails into Kenny's back, the blonde had moaned.
"So you weren't lying when you said you were interested in punishment." Craig said with a chuckle and Kenny shrugged, wide grin in place over his lips.
"I guess not."
Kenny dropped a hand in between them and absently began tracing his fingers along the length of Craig's member. The darker haired man quickly forgot about talk of punishment and twitched at the contact.
"How about you put that on," Kenny wrapped his fingers around the hand Craig had clasped the package in. "-and we can get going, huh?"
"What, dragging out too long for you?" Craig inquired, trying to remain calm as Kenny teased him with his free hand.
"If you let this go on much longer, I might just snap and your 'I don't bottom' thing might be an issue." Kenny warned, though he was mostly teasing. He couldn't push Craig into doing anything; they both knew that. But that didn't stop Craig from pushing himself up and working to open the package.
"You got anything we can use to make that easier?" Kenny asked, pointing to Craig's dick without shame, though he got a curious look in return.
"Oh, uh...maybe under the bed too, I don't know." Craig shrugged and Kenny reluctantly moved to peer under the bed and look.
"How can you not have anything?" Kenny said, unable to locate a bottle or tube that might suggest a lubrication.
"I don't know, it's not like I invite people over to have sex all the time." Craig rolled his eyes, but Kenny couldn't see it.
"But don't you...you know, do it yourself?" Kenny asked, pushing himself back up to face Craig.
"If you remember correctly, I haven't had to do that myself for a while and you haven't complained so far." Craig stated and Kenny grinned.
"Ah, that's right." Kenny glanced down Craig's body and made a face. "I'm used to pain but not often down there. Um...well, let's try something."
Hesitantly, Kenny directed Craig back over him and locked his legs around Craig's hips. Craig watched patiently while Kenny got settled and jumped a little in surprise when the blonde gripped him and guided their movements until Craig was pushing at Kenny's backside.
"We can stop and find something else." Craig suggested half heartedly, but Kenny shook his head.
"Not done yet, don't move." Kenny warned. It wasn't the most ideal way to do this, but Kenny wasn't about to get himself hurt. Kenny stuck his fingers in his mouth and for a while after Kenny reached down, Craig's brain wouldn't work.
He knew Kenny was helping the situation, but it was tough to watch the blonde squirm under him, and be bound to not moving. He didn't want to rush Kenny, odd though it may have sounded to him that he actually seemed to care, but he was an impatient guy.
Eventually Kenny gave him the green light and he gradually started moving in. Kenny hissed, trying to breathe steadily and his fingers dug into Craig's hips with the effort of trying to guide the pace and depth. It had been a while since he'd done this and it hurt. Fucking hell, it hurt. Kenny reminded himself of his bruised cheek a while back and how much that had hurt and kept mentally reassuring himself he'd be okay. It was all okay. And this would have much better pay off than a punch to the cheek.
It was an incredible feeling. A painful one as well, but incredible all the same.
Craig kept still within Kenny, breathing uneasily through his nose and biting down on his bottom lip. He bowed his head to Kenny's shoulder and closed his eyes, hoping Kenny couldn't hear the beating of his heart that was all too loud to the dark haired man the heart belonged to. It was deafening in his ears and Craig wasn't entirely sure it was just because of the sex. He wasn't exactly sure of much at the moment, but whatever was causing his heart to pound made kissing Kenny seem like a good idea so he pressed his lips to Kenny's shoulder and neck while the blonde adjusted to the intrusion down below.
Kenny wasn't sure he wanted to move, even with the benefits that awaited him. It stung and even breathing was causing minor shifts and Kenny tried to calculate how much pain it would take before he would start feeling good. His chest was aching, but it was tolerable this time because it wasn't the only thing he could focus on. Craig was kissing his shoulder and Kenny smiled slightly at the affection. He could do this, it was just a matter of time.
"Move." Kenny breathed and Craig obeyed cautiously.
00000
It took time to recover after what Kenny was sure he could put near the top of his list in terms of good sex, but eventually they managed to untangle themselves on the bed and lazily begin to get dressed again. Kenny winced as he shifted and had to lean a little to avoid putting too much pressure right on his rear just yet. It had definitely been worth the pain, but now that his senses weren't overflowing with something to distract him, an ache had worked itself up within him instead.
"That's my shirt." Kenny said as Craig held up one of their shirts from the floor. Craig tossed it over and grabbed a fresh one for himself out of his drawers.
"Congrats." Craig said and Kenny frowned, looking over at him curiously.
"For what?"
"For going through with it." Craig teased, stepping back over to the blonde and sitting down next to him on the bed. "No heart trouble, I don't have to call an ambulance?"
"Shut it, you jerk." Kenny laughed, shoving Craig over on the bed and slipping into his shirt while Craig recovered. "Augh, it fucking hurts now, though."
"Your hear- oh." Craig caught sight of Kenny gingerly standing up and resting a hand against the small of his back for something akin to support and the dark haired man grinned almost wickedly. "Guess we should be better prepared before we try that again, huh?"
"You think? Let's just go play video games or something to distract me." Kenny complained, reaching out with his spare hand and Craig took it, helping Kenny down the stairs while the blonde played up being hurt to a theatrical degree.
"What do you want to play?" Craig asked, letting Kenny find a comfy place on the couch while he set up the system in the living room.
"Don't know, don't care." Kenny threw his hands up carelessly.
Craig set up a multi player shooter and tossed a controller over to Kenny, who barely caught it, before sitting down next to him. Kenny deliberately lifted his legs and entwined them with Craig's, looking at Craig as if daring him to say something about it.
"If one of us gets up and trips over this mess, I blame you entirely." Was all Craig said before navigating the menu like a pro and setting up a level for them to play.
It took Kenny forever to figure out the controls, much to Craig's amusement, but eventually he got the hang of it. There was a much needed comfort in the air around them as they played, shoving each other to try and make the player mess up and once succeeding in Kenny's character herding Craig's character off a cliff in some morbid dance of murder.
"I win!" Kenny called, making his character do a series of running and jumping commands that sort of looked like a victory dance.
"You are an animal, how could you do that?" Craig exaggerated deliberately, waiting for his character to respawn. "I'm on your team."
"I'm sorry. Only one could survive and the sexiest won." Kenny said seriously, glancing over at Craig and nearly cracking up at the look Craig was giving him.
"Uh huh. Just for that, we're enemies now." Craig's character showed up on the screen again and he quickly maneuvered it to hide while Kenny tried to find him.
Despite their attempts to kill each other, they managed to win the game, though Kenny quickly loosed a Molotov in their safe room which would have killed them had the game not automatically rolled winning credits.
"Woo!" Kenny pumped his hands in the air, waving the controller in some odd victory dance Craig felt the need to cringe away from just in case someone got hurt. "Fucking winner!"
"Good job, team killer." Craig chuckled at Kenny's antics, trying to get the blonde to lower his arms.
"I think I deserve a prize." Kenny said enthusiastically, leaning towards Craig. "Don't you?"
"You killed me a bunch of times in one round and you want a prize?" Craig asked incredulously. "You must be high."
"Nope. Prize time. We won, don't be such a poor sport just 'cos I lit you on fire and stuff." Kenny smiled sweetly.
"Ugh, you're a terrible person." Craig shook his head, but he couldn't quite keep the hint of a smile off his face. "Here."
Kenny was fairly certain his heart stopped because after hearing that one word and seeing Craig lean forward, he felt something warm cover his mouth. It only lasted a brief moment but both of them instantly recoiled from each other, frozen in place on the couch while a fact slowly processed in their minds. Kenny couldn't breathe. That had been a kiss. A real kiss. A kiss on the lips. Craig had kissed him.
"You-..." Kenny tried to say something but his voice got stuck and wouldn't come out.
"Sorry, I-" Craig paused, unsure really of what to say. Sorry? That didn't sound right, he knew Kenny had wanted that. "Um."
"I thought we weren't doing that." Kenny murmured, trying not to make a big deal about this, but unable to wrap his brain around it. He'd wanted this for how long now?
"Yeah." Craig replied. "We weren't."
"Does this mean-...uh..." Kenny glanced over at Craig and knew he was digging himself into a hole but it kept coming up like his voice was ignoring his commands to just shut up. "Like you only kiss people you date, so-..."
"Whoa, I wasn't asking you out, it was just a kiss." Craig held up a hand as if to dismiss Kenny's ramblings.
"But you said you only kiss those you date." Kenny pushed.
"I-...look, I made a mistake."
"A mistake?" Kenny's eyes widened and he shifted back from Craig. "Hey, I'm not upset or anything, I just didn't think that you'd want to do that."
"And clearly I shouldn't have, you're making a big deal about it." Craig retorted.
"I'm not making a big deal about it." Kenny protested but he was calling bullshit on himself.
"You are." Craig stated, detaching himself from Kenny on the couch. "Can we just forget I did that?"
"It's going to be awkward either way, you know that." Kenny sighed. He'd wanted this, but he hadn't expected it to be this daunting. A simple kiss was causing enough panic in both of them to make a stranger think they'd just found a bomb. And in some ways, maybe they'd be kind of right.
"Fuck." Craig cursed, leaning back on the couch. "And that's exactly why I don't kiss people I'm not dating."
Kenny had always fancied himself a fighter but in the face of love, he was definitely more willing to pick flight. He tried to think of another way to end this, but his heart was already thumping unpleasantly in his chest and he was still having trouble breathing.
"I-...I think I'm gonna go home then." Kenny reluctantly stood up, pausing by the couch in case Craig wanted to stop him, but the taller boy didn't move.
"Really?" Craig asked as Kenny moved to the front door.
"Well...it's gonna be uncomfortable sitting here pretending that didn't happen." Kenny reasoned. "And unless you want to go official and start dating," Craig groaned unhappily and Kenny took that as a sign. "Um...text me, okay?"
Craig nodded from the couch and Kenny stepped into his shoes. The door swung shut as he left and Kenny paused on the door step, almost unable to move as he debated going back in. It had just been a kiss...but it had been the kiss. The one Kenny had been waiting for and Craig had clearly been unprepared for. Going back in now would only give Kenny an anxiety attack and potentially turn Craig back into that walled off, stoic individual in his attempt to ignore what he'd done.
Why was this so complicated? They weren't teenage girls in fucking high school. But Kenny was in his car and driving home by the time the shock had worn off and it would do him no good to go back now. He glanced at his phone and knew immediately that he'd be obsessed with checking it until Craig sent him a text.
Please let that be soon, Kenny thought, I'll wear the battery out checking it all the time.