Chapter Song: Strangeness And Charm - Florence + The Machine
Craig opens the front door and is greeted with his expected guest.
"Oh good. I was worried you might have tried the window instead," Craig says and there's a small chuckle from Kenny.
"I know how to use a door," he says, stepping inside as Craig closes it, "you just seem to like it when I sneak into your room more."
Craig gives an amused laugh.
"You can leave your boots by the door, since no one else will be here," Craig says and points beside the door.
Kenny usually left them on, in case of needing to leave quickly at night, so it was the first time Craig had seen him take them off. And just like the rest of Kenny's clothing, his socks were black too. Kenny glances around, this was the first time he was actually getting a proper look around Craig's house and not just his room. Craig takes a seat on the couch and Kenny sits next to him as the T.V switches on.
"So uh, yeah, just make yourself at home," Craig says and Kenny nods.
"Thanks again," Kenny says.
"Of course," Craig smiles.
They fall into some small talk for a while. Craig asking if there's anything he'd like to watch and Kenny saying that he's fine with whatever, before Craig eventually goes to get some food. He offers to get some for Kenny, but Kenny turns it down, so he just gets some for himself.
"You know, I've never seen you eat," Craig says, coming back into the room. "Do you not need food?"
"I have… a very particular diet is all," Kenny replies.
"What is it?"
"I'd rather not say," Kenny replies, "I don't want to worry you."
"Why would I be worried?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know," is all Kenny replies with.
Craig decides to drop the topic after that, as Kenny wasn't going to budge on it, and instead focuses on eating his dinner. It gets pretty quiet between the two as they watch T.V and Craig's nerves are all but gone for awhile. But when the inevitable time for bed comes along, they start to play at him again.
"Um…" Craig starts off, as they enter his room, "Did—did you want to sleep in here tonight? Or in another room since no one's home and I know the scent in my room is strong for you," he walks over to his dresser, "there's also a futon in the basement too," he adds.
"Here's fine," Kenny replies.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable because of my room's scent," Craig says.
"I'll be fine," Kenny tells him, "I like it here the most, because of that."
Craig isn't sure on how to respond to that, so he grabs a change of clothes from the dresser.
"Well, if you're sure," he says quietly before turning to him, "I'm going to go change. Um, why don't you take off that coat? You've had it on since you got here. It's just us here and it can't be fun wearing it."
"Habit," Kenny replies.
"Well, just remember that you don't need to hide around me," Craig says with a small smile, before he leaves the room.
When he comes back, now wearing a blue tee and jogging pants, Kenny has removed his coat and gloves.
"Did you want me to put this on the dresser?" Craig asks, gesturing to coat on the end of his bed. Kenny nods and Craig notices his contacts are out too as he picks it up.
He places Kenny's coat on the dresser and tosses his own worn clothes into a laundry basket in his room. He then opens a window for air, and Kenny, then grabs the remote for the T.V in his room.
"Here, in case you want to watch something if you're not tired yet," Craig offers as he sits next to him on the bed. Kenny takes it, as Craig lies down. "As for myself, I'm going to try and sleep. So try not to have it too loud if you do," he adds, lying under the covers.
For a few seconds there's silence, before he feels the covers lift up and opens his eyes to see Kenny lying down next to him in bed. The sudden closeness catches him off guard for a second.
"Is this okay?" Kenny asks.
Craig isn't sure what he means exactly, under the covers perhaps? But he nods. This was the first time he had been under them, since he usually had his coat and boots and everything else on. Craig glances away once he catches himself staring for just a bit too long.
"I like to be close to you," Kenny says, as he lies on his back, "I would move even closer but, it'd probably make you too cold."
"Oh, uh…" Craig says after some seconds of silence.
He doesn't say much more and instead carefully moves a hand up and places it over Kenny's chest. The touch is cold, per usual, even more so with his coat gone, but Craig moves his arm and wraps it around Kenny and lies his head next to him.
"I don't mind," Craig replies.
Kenny moves a hand up and places it over Craig's resting arm while the other moves under Craig's head. Craig's body is then pressed more into Kenny's side, as he's pulled in closer. The cool of Kenny's body spreading along Craig's chest, arms and thighs. Craig looks up at Kenny and with a small impulsive move, he kisses Kenny, or rather, his mask.
"Goodnight," he says as he moves his head away. "I would kiss you properly, but my arms are a bit trapped," he smiles.
"Probably for the best," Kenny chuckles, "I don't think I could control myself right now if you did." Craig ignores the flush and coil forming in his stomach and lies his head back down. "Goodnight," Kenny adds and rests his hand on Craig's side.
Despite it being physically cold, Craig felt a warmth inside of him. Something calming. And he wonders how long he could hang onto this feeling before falling asleep.
When the time does come and he passes out, he doesn't even notice, as when he awakes again the sun is shining in his face. Craig now lies on his back, and he thinks he's woken up alone again, causing that swelling feeling in his chest to form like usual. But when his head turns to the side, he's greeted by a bright illuminating blue.
"Morning," Kenny says.
Craig doesn't reply right away, too surprised to. It was like a dream, seeing him there. And he doesn't think it's real until he reaches a hand up and touches his face. He can't stop a smile from forming across his lips as he finally replies.
"Morning."
"Is something wrong?" Kenny asks.
"No," Craig shakes his head and moves his hand away, "I'm just glad to see you still here is all," he says softly. Kenny seems surprised and Craig's face flushes by what he just said, "I-I mean, I uh—um—" he stumbles over his words.
"I'm glad to be here too," Kenny replies, "I'm sorry if you thought I left. You were shivering in your sleep, so I moved you away."
"Oh," Craig mumbles.
"I wish I could be here when you wake up most days, but I can't be seen leaving or arriving here usually, so..."
"I know, I understand."
"Sorry."
"You don't need to apologize!" Craig quickly says, "Some things can't be helped," he sits up then, "anyways, why don't you head downstairs? I need to use the bathroom real quick first."
Kenny gives a nod and Craig heads to the bathroom. Once done, he heads downstairs, where Kenny now sits on the couch.
"Want anything to eat?" Craig asks, as he heads into the kitchen.
"I'm good," Kenny replies.
"You sure?" Craig asks, concerned that he still hadn't eaten.
"Yes."
Craig was still very curious on what and when exactly he ate, but let it go with a shake of the head as he looked for something to eat. He decides on something simple, and takes out a glass and bowel. He then takes out some juice and milk sets them down and heads over to a side cupboard and scans down the shelves for a cereal brand he likes. When he backs up with it to stand again, he hits something.
He is confused by it, as he knew that nothing was behind him, and just as he's about to look behind himself to see what it is, something cool touches the exposed skin on his lower back, just below his shirt's hemline and pushes it up. Goosebumps quickly spread across his skin and he jumps up right because of it. When he turns around Kenny now stands there.
"Kenny?" Craig asks confused and trying to calm down from the near heart attack he had, "What are you doing?"
"Sorry if I startled you, I got curious as to what you were doing in here, so I came to see," Kenny replies.
"Oh, okay," Craig says and walks over to the counter, setting the bowel down, "you could have at least said something though, I nearly had a mini heart attack."
"Sorry," Kenny apologies again.
At first Craig just brushes it off, as he gathers his food and sits at the kitchen table. But then he starts to wonder why exactly Kenny was standing there? And also, from what he guessed was Kenny's hand, wonders why it touched him and slipped under his shirt like that? As Craig starts to think of the position he was in before and just where exactly he backed up into Kenny and the hand placement on his back, that familiar burn starts up again, but he quickly waves it away as Kenny takes a seat opposite to him at the table. It was nothing, he tells himself and takes a bite of food, trying to forget it.
"Your house is nice," Kenny says.
"Huh?" Craig says, being pulled from his thoughts, "Oh, I guess."
"It's very… open," Kenny says looking around.
"It's pretty standard for the houses around here," Craig tells him and Kenny just hums in response.
After he finishes eating, the two head back to the living room and Craig takes out some movies for them to watch. He puts in a DVD and sits down next to Kenny on the couch. Things pass by pretty quietly, with Kenny watching them with mild curiosity, because Craig was certain that he could feel Kenny's gaze linger on him from time to time. But he tries to ignore it, along with the strange feeling that had been there since the day prior, but he couldn't place what it was. Just that it still played with his nerves every now and then.
"Is this how you spend most of your weekends?" Kenny asks as Craig sets up the next movie.
"Yeah, pretty much," Craig shrugs, "watching stuff on T.V, or playing games. Sometimes hanging out with my friends."
"But usually at home?"
"Yup."
"Hmmm…"
"Is watching these movies boring?" Craig asks, taking a seat again.
"No," Kenny replies.
"Well if you are and want to do something else that you think is fun, I'm all ears," Craig chuckles.
"Something fun…" Kenny repeats quietly.
Craig's about to say something, but stops when he looks at Kenny. Something in his eyes causes Craig's chest to tighten and his blood pressure to increase. Craig's gaze is pulled away as the intro music plays for the movie.
"Oh, I think that you'll like—"
"Can I hold you?" Kenny asks, interrupting Craig. And Craig can't help the surprise on his face, "I've been thinking about it all day. And I just… want to hold you close."
"Uh, s-sure," Craig responds and hates how he stammers it out, feeling like an idiot. He turns to his side then and faces Kenny, "How should I—"
Craig is cutoff again, as Kenny wraps his arms around him and pulls him down on top of himself. Craig's face is placed into the crook of his neck and his body is placed between Kenny's legs as he moves one up to the back of the couch and the other rests off the side of it. Craig awkwardly lifts a hand up and rests it on Kenny's chest. Kenny moves his head to the corner of Craig's neck. Craig hears him inhale and exhale, his hold on him seeming to tighten.
"We're going to miss the movie," Craig murmurs.
"Sorry," Kenny says, his tone distant.
Craig adjusts himself so that he now lies in a more comfortable position, with his head now resting on his chest. Time passes and Craig feels pretty calm for the most part, aside from Kenny's heart beating in his ear and his hands or legs moving sometimes. At one point as the movie slows, one of Kenny's hands slides down his side and rests at his waist. Craig thinks that's all there is, until one of Kenny's fingers slips under his shirt, followed by another and another, till his whole hand slips under it. Kenny gives his side a light squeeze before his hand moves slowly down to Craig's stomach. The cool sensation makes Craig want to shiver but he holds it back. He thinks to say something, but doesn't want it to stop, so he stays quiet. But when Kenny's fingers start to push underneath the band of his pants, Craig just about wants to moan. His nails tickle from how light they are pressed to his skin and the sensitive area they were now entering. Craig can't stop the second shudder this time though.
"Craig…" Kenny's voice drawls and it makes Craig's insides flip around, "I—"
A loud ringing goes off then, and Craig sits up, causing Kenny to move his hand away.
"The phone!" Craig says quickly as he hurries over to it. "Hello?" he answers and is greeted by his mother's voice, calling to check in on him. He talks with her for a short while, answering the usual questions on if he's okay and making sure that there were no parties or anything. And once he's done and hangs up, he turns back to Kenny, who is now sitting up watching the screen. He thinks of heading back over to him, but doesn't. Needing to calm down first. "I uh, I'm going to take a shower, so I'll be back in a little while," he tells him.
"Okay," Kenny replies, not turning to face him.
Craig hopes he isn't mad or anything because of it, as he heads upstairs.
After he's done, and his nerves have calmed down, he exits the bathroom now wearing a shirt and shorts. He removes the towel from his damp hair when entering into his bedroom and finds Kenny there, sitting on his bed.
"Oh hey," Craig greets surprised, "You didn't want to finish watching the movie?"
"It ended," Kenny replies.
"Ah, guess I showered longer than I thought," Craig says, "you could have put on another movie if you wanted."
"Didn't feel like it."
Craig shrugs at that and tosses his towel into the laundry basket in the corner.
"Well," he says, "what did you want to do then?"
Kenny's eyes flick to him on that.
"What do you mean?"
"You said that you didn't feel like watching anymore movies. So I'm asking if you want to do anything else, or have any suggestions?" Craig asks.
"No, I don't really care," Kenny replies.
"Well, it's still too early to sleep, so," Craig reaches for the remote, ""I'm going to put on a show or something then."
As Craig lies back to reach for the remote on the nightstand, the bottom of his shirt lifts up. As he grabs it and is about to sit back up, he catches Kenny's gaze now looking where his exposed skin is on his lower abdomen. He tries to ignore it though as he sits back up and Kenny looks elsewhere, but he can't help wondering what or why Kenny was looking there.
"Let's see what we can find," Craig says, more to himself than Kenny.
He stops on a drama show a short while later and decides it's good enough to watch. It falls quiet again between them and that feeling in the air from before returns, along with Kenny's gaze again. The show cuts to a commercial and an ad for a nature show comes up and starts to talk about pheromones in animals. A conversation from before is recalled then.
"When I was at your house…" Craig starts, feeling nervous about bringing it up, "Your sister told me that you guys can tell what people's scents are, because of their pheromones."
"...Yes, we can," Kenny replies.
"She said that you can also tell what people's emotions and feelings are through them as well?"
"That's correct."
"So that means that you can tell if someone were to feel happy or sad?"
"Yes."
"Can… Can you tell what all emotions or feelings one has then?" Craig asks, his heart rate picking up and face starting to burn.
"What are you trying to ask?" Kenny asks.
"Would you be able to tell if…" Craig tries to compose himself for the question, because if what Kenny was saying is true and the suspicion he's had since that day is right, then he really did need to try his best to remain calm.
"If...?" Kenny repeats when Craig doesn't continue.
"If… If someone were uh, in the mood or something?" Craig gets out awkwardly.
"In the mood?"
"You know," Craig says, trying not to flush more at how awkward this is to say, "like when someone is… turned on, or aroused," he adds quietly.
Kenny goes quiet, which causes Craig's anxiousness to rise and instantly regret asking.
"You know what—just—just forget I—"
"Yes," Kenny interrupts.
A look of surprise crosses Craig's face.
"I see," he mumbles. He had a feeling that was the case, but hearing it confirmed made him feel self conscious suddenly. "Why didn't you tell me before, that that's what you meant by scent?"
"I didn't want to make things awkward or for you to feel strange around me," Kenny replies.
"Yeah but…" Craig trails off, he understood Kenny's reasoning as to why, but it didn't help because that most likely meant he knew things at certain times that Craig thought he didn't and hid so well from him. "I understand," he sighs.
"Sorry if you feel embarrassed by anything from before, I was hoping that you wouldn't find out about it," Kenny tells him.
"It's fine," Craig replies, "don't worry about it," he faintly smiles.
"If it feels too weird knowing this now, I can go," Kenny suggests.
"No!" Craig says, a bit too quick and loud, "I uh, want you to stay—I mean—I don't mind if you stay."
Craig wanted to smack himself for how pathetic that sounded, or really for all of this day and last. He felt like he was making an idiot out of himself the whole weekend so far. Being all awkward and crap.
"Stay," he says again and takes Kenny's hand in his.
Kenny gives a small nod and moves closer.
"Okay," he says quietly, "but if it's alright, can I hold you again?"
"Sure."
Kenny then moves behind him and wraps his arms around him in a now sitting position. Craig leans back into him and Kenny rests his head on his shoulder. Kenny's hold makes his chest tight and heart race.
"You have been nervous since I got here. Are you okay?" Kenny asks, pressing the fabric of his mask into the crook of Craig's neck.
"I'm fine," Craig murmurs.
Truth be told, he didn't really know himself why he felt like this.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," Craig replies and Kenny hums against his neck, "what about you? You've been, really affectionate since being here."
"I just, really want you," Kenny replies, his hold on him tightening, "...Close."
Something about how Kenny says it sends a shiver down Craig's spine and goosebumps to spread. Kenny's mask pushes against his skin harder, and Craig can feel Kenny's mouth open behind it and his teeth press against it. Next one of his hands slips down to his thigh and runs along it. The sensation of his teeth and cool hand on his bare thigh cause Craig to shudder and want to moan. Kenny murmurs something into Craig's neck then.
"What?" Craig asks.
"It's nothing," Kenny replies and wraps his other arm back around Craig's waist.
His hands don't wander too much after that, but it doesn't help slow down Craig's heart rate. It was still beating fast at how close Kenny was to him and his occasional biting and kisses through the mask that he could feel on his neck, and his cool breath brushing against his skin.
A couple hours pass before Craig needs to move from how stiff he was starting to get in Kenny's hold.
"Sorry, I need to lie down, getting stiff," Craig tells him as he moves out of his arms and lies down next to him.
Craig stretches and closes his eyes with a sigh. The bed dips around him and when he opens his eyes again, Kenny is now leaning over top of him. His eyes seeming to be dilated somewhat.
"Kenny?" Craig asks, but gets no response.
Those eyes continue to stare back at him and Craig lifts up a hand then and places it on his face. He runs a thumb under one of his eyes and slowly moves a hand down to his mask and slips his fingers around the edge of it and pulls it down. After he does, he runs his thumb over his lips and parts them. Kenny's mouth opens and his tongue slips out and touches his thumb.
"You want to taste me?" Craig chuckles.
He means it as a joke, but when Kenny moves down closer to him, Craig realizes that Kenny thinks he's serious and his eyes widen. Just as he's about to say something, Kenny's face moves to his neck and he kisses it. His cool lips cause Craig's skin to tingle and form goosebumps.
"You shouldn't tease me," Kenny whispers, "especially when it's something I want."
Craig's eyes shut at the sensation of his tongue touching his neck, and more goosebumps form and spread as it moves across his skin. Kenny lightly bites at his neck and Craig's breath hitches. His heart was beating so hard and fast, he was certain that Kenny could feel it. Kenny shifts his weight over top of Craig and presses a knee between his legs. The moment Craig's legs open around him and his body fills the space, a rush that makes his insides dance, shoots straight to his lower stomach and groin and he lets out a gasp. One of Kenny's hands slips under his shirt and slides up the side of his stomach, the feeling of his hand causing him to squirm in on himself. He lifts up his legs and nearly wraps them around Kenny's torso, but instead presses his hips against Kenny's, craving friction below.
Some sort of low hum or vibrating sound escapes Kenny's mouth as he kisses his neck again. Kenny's other hand joins the one under Craig's shirt and pushes it up. Cold air brushes against Craig's stomach and chest as his shirt is pushed up to under his arms. Kenny moves back and looks at the newly exposed skin. He runs his hands up the sides again, as if examining him before he moves a hand over Craig's chest and lightly touches a hardened nipple with his thumb, his nail lightly flicks at it a few times, before the bottom of his thumb presses down on it and plays with it. A nerve twitches in Craig at it before Kenny starts to play with the other one as well, now using both hands. Craig shudders this time and Kenny glances up at him.
"Are they sensitive?" he asks
"A bit, I guess," Craig replies.
Kenny's hand then moves down his chest, his nails lightly dragging along as they do so. The feeling is ticklish to Craig as Kenny's palm moves to his stomach and flattens into a resting position. Craig's stomach rising and falling under it with each breath.
"Your skin is so warm," Kenny says.
He looks at Craig again as Craig puts his arms around his neck and pulls him down into a hug. pressing their bodies together again. Kenny stays that way for a little while before turning his head into Craig's neck and breathing him in. Kenny then moves his hands back down Craig's sides again and comes to a stop at his hips.
"So much warmth coming from you that I can feel from your neck, chest, stomach and…" Kenny murmurs and moves his hand down Craig's leg, "thighs."
He then moves it up along his leg and slips it under the opening leg bottom of his shorts. A nerve in Craig's leg tickles as Kenny's nails lightly trace up along his leg. Craig's shorts bunch up as Kenny's hand continues up his thigh until coming to a stop at his hip. His hand then moves around it until it's under Craig and he grips a full handful of Craig's ass cheek, and digs his nails lightly into it, causing Craig's hold to tighten around him and shiver.
"No underwear?" Kenny asks in a low tone and Craig only moans quietly in response. Craig's hips push against Kenny in a growing need and Kenny hums against his neck. "Your pheromones are strong right now, it's driving me mad," Kenny breathes into his ear, and digs his nails harder into Craig's skin, causing Craig to grind up pretty hard into him. "There's so much I want to do to you," he adds, earning another grind from Craig in response, "so much…" he then pulls away again and removes his hand from its hold on Craig, "but I can't," and he moves off of Craig.
"Why?" Craig asks, pushing himself up.
"I just… can't. For a few reasons," Kenny replies.
"Like what?"
"Like hurting you by accident with my nails or teeth. Or even using too much… force," Kenny explains and Craig sits next to him, "also your scent, it's so strong right now, and driving me insane. I might not be able to control myself because of it. It's so intoxicating that I might not stop and…"
"And what?"
"I just don't want to hurt you."
Craig places a hand over Kenny's.
"You won't," he tells him, "I'm not so fragile that you need to worry. I'll be okay."
"But what if I—"
Craig cuts him off with a kiss.
"You won't," he says against his lips.
"Are you sure… that you want me?" Kenny asks.
Craig moves away then and lies back down onto his back. He then moves his hands to his shorts waistband and digs his thumbs under it. And in one slow smooth motion he pulls them down, removes them, and spreads his legs wide open.
"Yes," Craig replies.
Kenny's eyes widen and Craig can feel them travel down from his face to his groin, where he's already half hard. Kenny's eyes travel back up once they're done exploring his lower half.
"What a dangerous pose," Kenny murmurs, "it's like you're practically inviting me to come inside."
Craig lifts his legs up and moves his arms above his head, opening himself up even more.
"I am," he tells him.
He didn't care how he sounded while saying that, he was much too horny by this point to care. The only thing he did care about right now, was feeling Kenny's body between his empty hips. However, when Kenny doesn't move, Craig rolls his hips in a needy motion.
"Kenny," he practically moans and slides a hand down between his legs, touching himself. And he could swear that Kenny's eyes dilate even more because of it. He starts to roll his hips some more and increase his hand movements, "touch me," he pants out, "touch me," he repeats, "Kenny—"
And in one quick blur of movement, Kenny was now over top of him. His groin pressed right to Craig's ass and both of Craig's hands now pinned above his head on the pillow. Kenny's pupils were huge now and his mouth slightly opened with shallow breathing. This was it. This was the feeling he had been having ever since Kenny came over from the day before, but wasn't able to pin down just what it was till this moment.
It was tension.
Sexual tension.
At first only seeming to be coming off of Kenny, but as more time went by, Craig started to realize that he had been giving it off too, and only now realizing how strong and bad he wanted it. He starts to grind his hips, pressing as hard as he can in order to feel any sort of bulge or whatever he can from within Kenny's pants. Did Kenny even have a cock? Fuck he didn't know, but if he had something, anything at all, he wanted it.
But Craig finds what he's looking for pretty quick, as his ass slides along what feels like a pretty big bulge. For a moment, Craig thinks Kenny is grinding back as the bulge presses against him and moves along his crack and presses to his entrance. But when he notes how Kenny's not moving, his hips stop. As soon as they do, the bulge starts to move against him on its own.
"Kenny… wh-what is…?" Craig asks looking down at it.
"My parts are a bit different from yours," he replies, his voice in a tone that makes Craig want to shudder. Which he does as the bulge moves again. "Sorry, I'm just excited."
"What is it?"
"If I show you, you may want to stop. Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes."
Kenny lets go of Craig then and moves his hips away somewhat.
"Then take a look," Kenny instructs.
Craig reaches his hands down to his pants. At first a bit hesitant, but then quickly eager to see it. He unzips them and finds that Kenny has no underwear on either, and barren skin with no hairs. When he spots what looks like a normal cock, he takes it in his hand and removes it from his pants.
"It's normal?" Craig asks, confused.
"Not exactly," Kenny says.
"What do you mean?" Suddenly the flaccid looking cock in his hand hardens and moves out of his grip on its own. "Huh?" Craig says very confused now.
The skin around it pulls back to reveal what Craig could only describe as a purple-bluish wet tentacle of some sort to his surprise.
"You sure you still want me?" Kenny asks.
Craig looks at it with confusion and fascination. It looked pretty similar in shape to a normal dick, aside from its color, being covered in a clear fluid and moving on its own. Craig touches it, it's colder than Kenny's normal body temperature, probably from the clear fluid around it, and was about as hard as his dick was when fully erected, but fluid at the same time. It wraps around his hand then and starts to rub against it. Craig hears a faint pant and looks back up to Kenny's face. His lips were parted and he wore an expression on his face that Craig hadn't seen before. He moves his fingers around Kenny, and his mouth opens more allowing a sound to come out, which Craig can only guess is a moan. And he wonders if Kenny feels pleasure the same way he does or not. Craig closes his hand around him and starts to move in a rhythmic motion, as if trying to pump him. Kenny's eyes close and he shudders, light pants were now falling from his mouth. The new expressions appearing on Kenny's face both awed Craig and aroused him at the same time. And he knew, he wanted more of them, and to explore this new feature he just discovered on Kenny.
"Yes," Craig finally replies and moves closer to him, "I want you."
He kisses Kenny, then moves his hand away and takes off his shirt and lies fully nude and open under him. Kenny's gaze travels across him, examining every bit of viewable skin. Kenny leans down then and kisses his neck. He trails down a path of them to his chest, then stomach and lower. Craig's breath catches when Kenny's lips touch his ever hardening cock. When his mouth opens and his tongue slips out, Craig has a thrill pass through him. Also noting just how long Kenny's tongue is now, as it extends out of his mouth and runs up along his shaft.
The cool feeling of his tongue causes him to shiver. And when his tongue reaches the tip, it swirls and wraps around it, before Kenny carefully takes him into his mouth. Craig can't deny there's a small worry about such a sensitive part of his body being placed somewhere that could be bitten off. But a coolness surrounds him and he resists the urge to close his legs on Kenny's head as his thoughts are drawn back to the sensations he was currently experiencing, from Kenny's mouth playing and sucking him. Kenny's eyes flick up to watch Craig as he does so. And as Craig erects fully in his mouth, Kenny slides him out with a low breath and sits up, pushing his pelvis closer to Craig. Craig' eyes follow Kenny's, as they travel down between his legs and he watches as Kenny's cock slides up against his own. It felt nice, but Craig wanted more, so much more.
"You can… put it inside if you want," Craig murmurs.
"I want to but…" Kenny trails off.
"But what?" Craig pants.
"I just… you're in such a vulnerable state and I just don't want to—"
"You won't hurt me," Craig interrupts.
"But—"
"I'll be okay. Stop worrying so much," Craig tells him, "If I wasn't sure I would be, I wouldn't be where I am now with you."
Kenny pauses briefly before giving a small nod.
"Alright… I'll try my best to stay in control," Kenny says as he unwraps himself from Craig.
Control? Craig ponders, but is interrupted by the cool feeling now sliding against his hole. Craig quivers as Kenny's tip swirls around his hole and starts to press into him.
"I'm going in," Kenny informs. Just as Craig is about to reply, Kenny slides in so suddenly that a loud moan of some sort comes out instead. "Sorry," he murmurs, despite a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"It's fine," Craig replies, clenching some around him.
Kenny works deeper into him and Craig tries his best not to shiver at the bizarre sensation of Kenny swirling and massaging the walls of his interior, or how cold he actually was the further he got. It doesn't take long though, until Kenny is all the way in and Craig is surprised by how easily he went in, although he guesses that the strange self lubricating fluid around Kenny's cock probably helped a lot with that. And he didn't find himself hurting as much as he thought he would either, with how wide he could feel himself being right now.
"It's so warm…" Kenny says.
He starts to push up along the walls of Craig's interior again and rub against them. It's a strange feeling to say the least for Craig, but not painful. Kenny presses against a spot that makes Craig shudder and his breath hitch in response to it.
"Did that feel good?" Kenny asks, "Your pheromones spiked when I touched you…" he presses the same spot and Craig shudders again, "here," he smirks, and Craig flushes because of it.
"Yeah," Craig murmurs
Kenny rubs up against it a few more times, before he readjusts himself and leans forward over Craig again.
"People like thrusting right? Then I'll…" he trails off, as he does a quick thrust into Craig, causing him to moan loud in response. "It's a good thing it's just us here," he smiles.
"Sh-shut up," Craig barely manages out as Kenny gives another thrust.
"Okay, I will," he replies, "but only so I get to hear you more."
Craig doesn't get a chance to reply as Kenny begins his rhythmic thrusts in and out of him. Causing his voice to hitch and catch. Each thrust being clearly aimed at that one spot from before. The pressure he feels is both hot and cold, and it makes his body tense and untense, shake and shiver and sends his heart into overdrive by how much he loves it's foreign yet comforting sensation all at once. Craig's hands slide under Kenny's shirt and he pushes it up.
"Don't…" Kenny pants and pushes a hand away.
"I want to feel your skin on mine," Craig replies, "besides, I've already seen it, remember?"
Kenny remains quiet, but lets go of Craig's hand.
"...Alright," he eventually says.
Craig continues sliding his shirt up, until Kenny leans away so that it can be fully removed and discarded, along with his mask. Craig's eyes land where a wound once lied on Kenny's flesh and touches it.
"It's gone," Craig thinks aloud.
"I told you I heal differently," Kenny says and grabs Craig's hands, placing them above his head before leaning back down and continuing his thrusts.
Kenny's lips are placed along his neck and shoulder but Craig wants them elsewhere.
"Kis-kiss m—ah—me," Craig moans.
Kenny's head turns to him then and he does just that, he lets go of Craig's hands as he fixes his position more and Craig takes that chance to wrap his arms around Kenny. Every bump and groove of Kenny's back and side, passing under his fingers as he does so, until wrapping around him completely and digging into his skin from pleasure.
The room is filled with Craig's bed creaking, slaps of skin and muffled moans and pants for quite a while, before Kenny breaks the kiss.
"I-I need to stop," Kenny pants against his lips.
"Why?" Craig asks, breathless.
"Because if I don't now, I'll…"
"You'll what?" Craig asks, really not wanting this to end.
"I'll… I'll release inside," Kenny replies.
"What will… oh," Craig says realizing what he means through his heat haze, "It's okay," he tells him, "I don't mind."
"You sure?" Kenny asks, his voice sounding strained.
"Yeah."
Just as Craig's reply is given, Kenny holds onto him close and a sudden rush of coolness spills into Craig and fills him. Kenny keeps him in that hold for a while longer, before pulling away and sitting back. Craig expects Kenny to soften and pull out, but he doesn't, in fact he still feels very hard to Craig as he starts to massage him again.
"You don't soften?" Craig asks.
"No, not like how people do," Kenny replies, "I can keep going after I've released, at least for several times before I come anywhere needing to soften."
"Seriously?" Craig asks in both awe and confusion, "Wish I could do that…"
Kenny's eyes land on Craig's cock before he looks back at him.
"Do you want to keep going?" he asks.
"Do you really need to ask?" Craig replies back, "I'd think my pheromones give it away."
A small smirk pulls on Kenny's lips and he grabs the back of Craig's knees and pushes them up over his head.
"Then allow me to try something."
Craig gives a curious look before Kenny starts to press against a specific spot again, this time rather hard. The motions from inside of him continue this pace until uncontrollable shudders start to erupt from his groin area. He can feel himself twitch and throb constantly because of it. Another wave passes through him and something warm drips down his cock. A bead of precum. And he watches as another bead swells up and drips down, then another and another. Soon a constant stream is flowing out of him.
"There's a lot coming out," Kenny says.
"Yeah," Craig says too, surprised by it himself.
It was something he'd never experienced before in the past while masturbating himself, although he had only ever touched himself, much too afraid to actually go any further than that.
"Guess I'm not the only wet one anymore," Kenny says.
"Saying it like that makes it sound like I made you wet first," Craig murmurs.
"You did," Kenny says, "or rather your pheromones did."
"What?"
"Basically I'm saying that you feeling horny made me wet, because I can smell it," Kenny explains, "and being able to smell it…"
"Being able to smell it, what?" Craig asks.
"It made me want to fuck you," Kenny replies, "each and every time you've been like this."
"O-oh," Craig flushes and clenches internally at that.
He thinks back on when and how far back the first time he felt like this was. The time before in his room with the movie? No. Beside the theater? No. On the bleachers when Kenny said he wouldn't mind… Craig's face flushes. Had it really been that moment and that far back where something had stirred deep inside of him, in excitement at the idea of having such a mysterious person at the time, just lie him on his back and have his way with him, like he is now? And if so, then that would also mean that Kenny… Craig's legs are hoisted up higher then and the steady stream of precum starts to pool on his stomach.
"I'm so glad that you allowed me inside," Kenny says, "you feel amazing."
"You feel amazing too," Craig says back, with a shudder.
Kenny continues to add pressure to that spot and starts to thrust against it until it all becomes too much for Craig to handle and he completely comes undone, spilling out all over his stomach in a quick shuddery moan. His breathing is heavy and there's another coolness that fills him again before Kenny finally slides out of him and an empty space takes over.
"Did you…"
"Yeah," Kenny replies, "sorry, I couldn't hold in the second one after you released, it was too strong." Kenny's gaze lingers on Craig's hole as a clear liquid falls from it. "How do you feel?" he asks.
"Alright," Craig replies, but he was sure he wouldn't know till later.
Kenny pulls his pants up, from having fallen down and the skin wraps back around him as he puts himself away. He goes to put his shirt on too, but Craig stops him.
"Not yet, stay like that for a little while longer," he tells him.
It was a rare thing to see and Craig wanted it to last a while longer. Now that he thought of it, how long were the two of them doing that for? He glances at the clock and sees that 2 hours have passed. Kenny walks over to the laundry basket then and takes the towel from before out of it and walks back over to Craig. He wipes Craig off, cleaning him, before he tosses it back into the basket once again.
"Did you want to put your clothes back on?" Kenny asks, as he walks back over.
"Too tired," Craig mumbles.
Kenny lies next to him and moves so that he can pull the covers over them. Craig moves closer to him and wraps an arm behind his head, as he lies on his chest. His other arm holding onto him. Craig's hand lies flat on Kenny's chest, feeling the heartbeat beneath his rib cage.
"Get some rest," Kenny says.
"Mmm, sounds good," Craig replies tired.
He stays lying like that and the last thing he feels is a kiss on his forehead before fading off into sleep.
...
When Craig wakes up, he's half surprised to see Kenny and half not when he starts to remember why and what had happened that night between them. Craig leans in closer and kisses him with a smile. When he pulls away, Kenny's eyes are now opened.
"Morning," Craig hums.
"Morning," Kenny says back, "How do you feel?"
"I'm okay, I think," Craig replies, playing with one of Kenny's long hair strands.
"I tried my best to hold back as much as I could, so I hope so," Kenny tells him and Craig can't help but wonder just how much he had held back.
They stay lying like that for a while longer before Craig decides it might be a good idea to clean up after last night.
"I think I'm going to take a shower," Craig says as he turns away and sits up. As soon as he does, he can feel last night's remains start to spill out of him. "You can watch T.V or something if you want in the meantime, while I—" he adds on quickly as he gets up. But doesn't make it past 3 feet before he falls to the floor onto his knees.
"Craig?!" Kenny says concerned and hurries over to him.
"I'm—I'm fine," Craig tells him and tries to stand again.
He uses the dresser for support, but almost falls again after another few steps.
"Maybe you should rest some more?" Kenny suggests, holding him up.
"No I'm fine, I just…" he trails off as something wet trails down his inner thigh.
When he looks at it, he sees clear thick liquid slowly making its way down.
"It's still inside," Kenny says, noticing it, and Craig's face heats up.
In one swift movement, Kenny picks Craig up into his arms and carries him.
"Hey—Kenny—I can walk! Really! You don't need to—put me down!" Craig exclaims, his face hot with embarrassment.
But Kenny ignores him and carries him all the way to the bathroom. He sets him down on the toilet before turning on the water and running a bath.
"I said I was going to take a shower," Craig says, reluctantly giving into Kenny's help.
"A bath would be better for you. It can help with cleaning places," Kenny tells him and Craig's face burns some more, "While I set things up, why don't you try to... Push out what you can in the meantime," he adds as he heads out of the bathroom to grab a change of clothes for Craig.
Craig mentally and physically covers his face at those words and groans, the embarrassment was too strong. Part of him felt really lame at having to be pampered on like a princess, but at the same time he knew he couldn't really do much on his own right now either.
When Kenny returns with the change of clothes, he sets them on the sink counter.
"I didn't really know what to get for you, so I just grabbed the first things I saw," Kenny tells him as he checks the water.
"You really don't need to do all this you know," Craig tells him.
"Probably, but," Kenny says and turns to him, "it's hard not to want to look after the one who's so important to your heart."
The words catch Craig off guard and he finds himself at a genuine loss for words.
As the bathtub finishes filling up, Kenny goes back over to him and lifts him up again before setting him back down into the tub of water. It's pretty warm, so Craig has no trouble adjusting to its temperature pretty fast.
"Let me know when you're done and I'll—" Kenny stops as he feels a hand wrap around his, "what is it?" he asks, but Craig remains quiet.
Why did Craig stop him? Didn't he want to be alone because he was embarrassed? So why then?
"Stay," Craig says.
"I thought you wanted to be alone?" Kenny asks.
"I did but… Not anymore."
What was it? Why did he change his mind? Kenny doesn't say anything and only sits down next to the tub, Craig's hand still in his. His eyes searching Craig for something, and Craig avoiding his gaze. No. Craig knew why he asked him to stay. It was telling him from the back of his mind. It was because of what Kenny had said to him. Hearing that only made him want to stay near Kenny even more. Especially knowing that he'd have to leave today as well. He wouldn't be waking up to him again after today, so he wanted this to last for as long as it could, before things went back to how they were.
The two sit in silence for a long while before Kenny speaks up.
"Aren't you going to wash yourself?" he asks, "If me being here is—"
"It's fine," Craig says.
"I can look away if you want?" Kenny suggests and Craig nods.
Kenny turns his head away and Craig slowly starts to wash himself with his free hand. He looks at his interlocked fingers in Kenny's for a while, in absent thought, recalling how Kenny's fingers traveled across and touched him before. He wanted to feel it once more before Kenny had to leave. So he slides Kenny's hand into the water with his, sliding it down along his inner thigh before coming to a stop between his legs. Kenny looks back at him curious as Craig places his hand around him.
"Touch me," Craig instructs quietly.
Kenny's fingers start to stroke him then and Craig's head leans back against the wall.
"I think I'll have a hard time not wanting to when we're alone together now," Kenny says, "after last night and all."
Craig tilts his head in his direction.
"Same," he says and leans over to Kenny.
He lifts a hand up and places it on his face, before leaning forward more to kiss him. Kenny does a quick stroke and Craig lets out a small gasp at it. The kiss deepens and Kenny starts to lean towards Craig more until pushing him back against the wall.
"You could join you know," Craig mumbles against his lips.
"That wouldn't be a good idea."
"Why?"
"Because," Kenny smirks, "your body still needs to recover from the last time."
"Shut up," Craig murmurs, his face burning slightly.
Kenny chuckles in turn, causing Craig to smile before they reconnect their lips again.
Kenny's hand continues pumping him until Craig reaches completion with a quiver in his legs and a soft moan. As Kenny moves his hand away, a string of white fluid follows the current in the water caused by it.
Kenny helps Craig out of the tub after that and drains it. After Craig is dried off and changed, he's brought back to his room again, where the two lie next to each other. Kenny redresses as well, and the two watch some T.V for a while. Eventually, Kenny leaves some time later, before Craig's sister is supposed to come back. He tells Craig that he has something to take care and that he'll see him at school the next day before he does.
The night passes and Craig doesn't react much to his parents or sister when they come back home, other than some small talk about how their weekends went, before everyone in the house goes back to their usual routines.