Songs:

Hahlweg - Do I Wanna Know? (feat. Nicky MacKenzie)

Chloe Adams - Dirty Thoughts

Since having to stay at home more, after Kenny had broken up with his girlfriend, his exhaustion had increased significantly. Both mentally and physically. If it wasn't from his parents arguing with one another, it was from his father constantly berating him over shit. Usually shit that was pretty insignificant. His regrets about breaking up with his girlfriend would subtly play around in the back of his mind whenever these arguments would happen, if only because he wished he had another place to escape to for a while, until the house would calm once more.

All he wanted was some peace.

Just peace and quiet.

A yawn escapes him as he glances around the cafeteria. There were two individuals that he was starting to notice, never seemed to be around whenever lunch came along. He frowns slightly and gets up from the table he's at, deciding to go for a walk.

"I'm heading off," he tells his friends.

"Where are you going?" Stan asks, curious.

"A walk," Kenny replies briefly, and leaves.

While on the way out of the cafeteria, he spots Sally. She's sitting with her friends, smiling and laughing over whatever it is that they're talking about. She doesn't seem that broken up to me. Kenny thinks to himself as he exits the room. Obviously, there was probably more going on beneath the surface for her, but at least she seemed to be moving on, and feeling better.

Kenny wanders the halls for a bit, just him with his thoughts, until he spots two familiar individuals hanging around one of the big hallway windows, alone. Damien and Craig.

He's unable to hear the quiet murmurs they're sharing, as they stand closely together. Part of him wants to go over to them, especially when recalling that strange warmth from last time, but part of him felt like he may be interrupting something private between the two of them if he did so.

A small twist knots in his gut, when seeing Damien lightly run his hand up along Craig's arm, as if caressing it, and placing it on his shoulder. It grows stronger when seeing Damien's hand move to Craig's face and placing it on his cheek, his thumb seeming to brush over Craig's lips, before Craig seems to turn his head away, shyly.

The twisting continues as he watches, unsure of what exactly it is. Why did he feel this way while watching them interact like this? It wasn't even that big of a deal. Whatever they had going on between them, was none of his business. They could do whatever they wanted. He was perfectly fine with it. It's not like he needed to give his permission or anything for them to do stuff, or whatever. They were free to do as they pleased.

However, as Kenny watches Damien turn Craig's head back towards him, and then kiss him, the twist in Kenny's gut was beginning to make him think otherwise. A single word enters his mind. Jealous. But he instantly rejects it, questioning why he would even feel that way to begin with. Because he had no reason to feel that way, they were just his friends and were free to do whatever they wanted. But still, the notion of him having this feeling without any other explanation, confused him, and he couldn't understand why.

Watching them like this both made his gut twist, and… His heart oddly race.

Was this really how jealousy felt? Something about it didn't seem quite right. As if there was still a part missing that he couldn't quite understand.

The kiss breaks and thinking that he's lingered here for long enough, he decides to leave.

"Kenneth!"

Kenny instantly freezes, his heart skipping a beat just as he's about ready to head off. His attention being drawn in the direction of the voice. At the end of the hall, he now finds Damien looking in his direction, along with Craig. Damien motions for him to come over.

"Not even going to come say hello to us?"

Hesitantly, Kenny makes his way over to them.

"Hi…" Kenny greets as he joins them.

"Why didn't you come over and greet us earlier?" Damien asks.

"You two seemed… busy, and I didn't want to interrupt, or bother you guys," Kenny replies, a bit awkwardly, recalling what he saw.

"So you prefer to just standby and watch us then?" Damien asks, teasingly.

"No!" Kenny replies, ignoring the small amount of heat from embarrassment on his face. He didn't fully realize what it probably seemed like, until Damien had just said that to him.

His gaze glances over at Craig, who until now, he didn't notice just how red his face seemed to be. It was very noticeable, probably the reddest he'd ever seen it thus far, and he wonders how he could've missed it. His gaze with him only remains in contact for a few more seconds, before Craig looks away.

"Next time, just come over and talk to us, if you would like to join us," Damien chuckles, "you're no bother to us, Kenneth."

He smiles and there's something behind it, that Kenny can't quite place. Something that makes the twisted knot in his gut disappear.

"Noted," Kenny says, flatly.

"By the way, are you busy after school today?" Damien asks, changing the topic.

"Today? No," Kenny replies.

"Oh, well then, would you like to hang out with us?" Damien offers, causing Craig to look at him.

Kenny pauses. Thinking over his thoughts and feelings from earlier. Was it a good idea? He recalls how he felt, and along with it comes the feeling of warmth he'd experienced as well. The moment he remembers it, is the moment he gives his answer.

"Sure."

"Great, then we'll meet you at the end of the school day," Damien says.

"Where are we going to hang out?" Kenny asks.

Damien smiles again.

"My place."

The rest of lunch passes, Kenny spends it with them, then spends the remaining classes of the day wondering what exactly they were going to do when arriving at Damien's place. He supposed they'd just talk, or something. Although, now that he thought about it, this was going to be the first time that the three of them would all be there together again, after so long… He supposed that in of itself, was going to be interesting enough.

When the end of the day comes, the three of them meet up and head off to Damien's place. Kenny and Damien talking here and there along the way, while Craig seems to remain quiet, piquing Kenny's curiosity about it.

"Craig, you uh, you doing okay?" Kenny asks.

"What do you mean?" Craig asks back.

"It's just that… you've been kind of quiet today, you… doing alright?"

"Oh, yeah I'm fine, I've just had some things on my mind today, that's all."

Kenny frowns a bit, wondering if him coming along was a bad idea, since he may be getting in the way of the other two having some 'quality time' together or something.

"Don't mind Craig," Damien interjects, "he's just a bit shy that you're here is all."

"Huh?" Kenny says.

At that, Craig immediately looks at Damien, a slight flush on his cheeks.

"No I'm not!" he retorts and punches Damien's arm, hard.

"Ow!" Damien laughs and rubs his arm, "You're so feisty."

"Shut up!" Craig exclaims, the flush growing.

Despite being a bit confused by the exchange, Kenny can't help but laugh at it, finding the interaction to be rather humorous between the two.

He supposed he was just overthinking things.

They arrive at Damien's place a short while later and remove their boots and coats.

"You can place your school bags on the chair by the door if you'd like," Damien says, gesturing to an old wooden chair next to it, "or wherever you'd like, really. As long as you remember where you put them."

He enters the hall as the other two decide to place their bags on the chair and follow him into the living room.

"It's been a while since the three of us have all been here, together," Damien says in thought.

"Yeah…" Craig replies.

An odd sense of nostalgia fills Kenny as he looks around the room. Faint memories dance around the edges of his mind, of the last time the three of them had been here, in this room…

"Nostalgic, isn't it?" Damien asks, pulling Kenny's attention to him.

"I guess so… yeah," Kenny murmurs in response.

"I wonder which memories you two remember the most, of our time from the past here," Damien says.

"The most?" Kenny repeats in thought. His thoughts wander and sort through them all. There were many of them, but one pushes its way to the top, one that he immediately tries to bury back down again, along with the faint tinge of pink on his face that was being caused because of it, "I don't know, there's too many to think of just one."

He tries to play off the thought, and act as he had been up till then.

"Craig? What about you?" Damien asks.

"Same, it's hard to uh… pick one," Craig replies, quietly.

"Is that so?" Damien asks. A smile slowly forms on his lips. One that seems to hold something knowing behind it. "I suppose you two are right. There are indeed many memories of the three of us here. Both good and bad. We shared many experiences together, underneath this roof."

The old memory dances lightly around in Kenny's mind again when that's said. Much as he didn't want to think of it right now, it seemed to oddly be relatable to his current situation as well. As if it was all over again, somehow. His eyes close, trying to push it as best he can away again. It wouldn't help to think of that. It wasn't true, and was from a long time ago. He wasn't stuck on it, he'd moved past it… Right?

"Although, I can recall one memory that was a bit humorous," Damien says, and Kenny opens his eyes again to look at him. "One of which, where Kenneth thought he was some great famous superhero, and tried to break the coffee table in half, by jumping off the armchair. But he ended up jumping just short of it, and slamming his elbow hard into the wooden flooring instead."

"Oh yeah, I remember that," Craig snorts, clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

"And then Kenneth told us that the floor was what he was aiming for the entire time, when he clearly declared the coffee table was his archenemy before jumping," Damien chuckles, "Kenneth, you poor thing. You were in so much pain after that."

Damien and Craig share a small laugh over the memory, while Kenny frowns in response.

"I'd greatly appreciate it, if you both just erased that from your memories and pretended like that never happened," Kenny deadpans, trying to hide the faint embarrassment that memory caused him.

"Forget? Oh come now, I think it's a rather adorable memory to think back on," Damien says, "especially with that small makeshift cape you wore too."

"Oh yeah, weren't you like, pretending to be some kind of superhero vigilante, or something?" Craig asks.

"Oh my god," Kenny mumbles, covering his red face with one hand, "look, I was going through a phase, alright? Let's just—move on to something else!"

"No need to feel embarrassed about it," Damien chuckles, "I think it was rather cute how you wore that little cape, and pretended to be some vigilante hero."

Kenny slides his hand down enough to reveal his eyes, and squints at Damien, while hiding how red the rest of his face was.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you then," Damien says, raising his hands up with a shrug.

At first, Kenny thinks that Damien won't stay true to his word, and go back to poking fun at him again, but when he changes the topic to school things and the scenery around town, Kenny feels a bit of relief sink back into him.

Things continue on this way for a while, until Craig excuses himself, saying he needs to use the washroom. He seems a bit fidgety as he heads off, Kenny finds, wondering why that is. They hadn't talked about anything really bad, and nothing particularly interesting was happening. Although, Kenny did notice a few times where Damien's knee seemed to touch Craig's for a couple seconds, before moving away. Craig seemed to stiffen a bit each time it happened, but maybe Kenny was reading too much into it. However, when Damien excuses himself to go get a drink from the kitchen and doesn't return after a few minutes, a sinking suspicion sets in.

He takes a peek into the kitchen area and doesn't find Damien. He pauses for a moment before he walks down the hall leading to the washroom. He expects that he may find them both there, but when it turns out that no one is there, he really starts to wonder where they are. Checking a few other spots, he still finds no trace of them. Part of him starts to think that they may have ditched him and left the house. That is until he passes by a slightly opened door.

A door which led to Damien's bedroom.

He goes to open the door, but stops when hearing a small sound come from behind it. So instead, he carefully peers through the small crack to see the cause of it. And there he finds his answer, along with the two he'd been searching for.

The sight of what he finds nearly makes his heart stop. There, lying on the bed, flat on his back, is Craig. Next to him is Damien, lying on his side with his hand in his pants. The two locked in a kissing embrace.

A twisting knot forms in Kenny's stomach and he thinks to leave, deciding that it'd be best to give them some privacy, since the two seemed to have gone off to deal with what lingering tension there seemed to be between them. He goes to take a step away, but stops at the sound of a small soft moan.

His heart misses a beat.

Curious to know who made that sound, he peers back through the crack, telling himself that he'll leave as soon as he finds out who it came from. He watches both of their mouths for a sign of who it could be. Then, he gets his answer, as another soft moan escapes from Craig's lips. It was a sound that Kenny never thought he'd hear from Craig, along with the soft expression he was making. It surprised Kenny a little, since Craig usually seemed so reserved and not really that interested when around others. Although, if he thought about it lately, while they had been hanging around Damien, Craig definitely seemed different whenever he was around him… And this was certainly a side of him he never thought he'd see.

So far, he'd only seen Craig's face that flushed around Damien. And nobody else.

Which made him wonder what other expressions Damien may have seen besides it. The thought that they may have done other, much more lewd things together, makes that knot in Kenny's stomach twist more. They are free to do what they want, Kenny reminds himself. His attention is drawn back to them, as Craig shudders slightly from Damien seeming to move his hand around him and rub him in a different way. His lips part slightly and Damien moves his hand faster against him, while he kisses along his neck. There's a skip in Kenny's chest. He should go, he knows he should, and yet his feet won't move. It was as if he was frozen in place, unable to look away from what he was watching happening before him.

There's another moan from Craig, and this time it causes a swirl in his lower stomach, followed by twitch. Kenny's gaze focuses on Damien's hand movements, watching it go back and forth in ways to cause the other pleasure. His eyes stay there, being drawn almost hypnotically to the motions, unaware that he's twitching much more now, with every moan he hears from Craig. Unaware of his own hand slowly making its way over his now semi-harden crotch and beginning to stroke it in rhythm with Damien's hand movements. Faint images from the dreams he had, dance around the back of his mind, and he presses harder against himself.

Damien takes Craig out of his pants and begins stroking him in full. Kenny loosely thinks of how Craig is bigger than he thought he'd be, watching as Damien moves his hand up and down him, before taking himself out as well to follow along. Damien teases Craig with each movement of his fingers, from running a finger along his full length, to moving his thumb across his tip and gripping him from the top and moving his hand all the way down to the base. Each and every action Kenny mimics onto himself, pretending as if his hand was not his own, but the one he was watching.

Damien resumes doing long strokes with his whole hand, and Kenny's lips start to part, much like Craig's. His heart was racing now, he had to try his best to remain quiet, one wrong move, and he'd be found out by them. He couldn't risk that happening, but he was nearing his end, and part of him wanted to make the same sounds that Craig was making as he neared it.

"You're nearing your end, aren't you?"

Kenny's heart just about stops when hearing that, thinking that he had been found out. But calms a bit when seeing that Damien was talking to Craig.

"I wonder if it will be just as hot as the last time," he smiles at Craig.

Hot? Kenny vaguely wonders. Those words seem to do something to Craig, much like they were doing for Kenny, as Craig's head suddenly tilts back with a much louder moan this time. In the next second, he's releasing, along with Kenny as he watches the scene unfold. Craig's release lands on his stomach with a shudder, as he slowly comes back down. Kenny catches his own release in his hand, stifling a quiet moan from himself as he watches on, wide-eyed from what he just saw. His heart pounding in his chest, Craig's expression upon release, what was leftover on his stomach, Damien's words. He couldn't take his eyes off of everything. Off of them.

When he thinks there won't be anything more, he is surprised yet again.

"Seems there's a bit of a mess…" Damien says.

Before Craig can even reply. Damien leans down, and slowly, very slowly, runs his tongue up along the white trail of fluid, leftover on Craig's lower stomach. The sight makes Kenny's heart pound harder with each passing second. Damien doesn't pull away until he licks all of it off in one go. There's a thin trail that Kenny can see of it breaking as he pulls away, and he instantly has to cover his mouth to stop a quiet, "Fuck," from escaping him. His lower stomach swirls around, despite him still coming down. The imagery is enough for him to have practically felt that on himself. He could almost feel the heat from his mouth from where he stood. His gaze glances over to Craig briefly, noticing just how red his face now is. He couldn't blame him, his own face felt just as heated, and it didn't even happen to him.

As Damien moves away from him and Craig sits up to put himself away, Kenny finally decides it's time to leave, and hurriedly makes his way to the washroom.

It doesn't fully dawn on him, what he'd just done, until washing his hands clean, and watching the white fluid circle the drain. But when it does hit, it hits him hard. He couldn't believe he just did that. Get off, while watching two of his friends be intimate. There's a creeping sense of dread that makes its way up the back of his mind, but he tries his best to ignore it and not panic. It was alright, nobody knew about this, except him. It was his secret and his alone. Everything was going to be okay. He didn't need to panic over it.

God, what the hell was he thinking? Why'd he do that? He runs his hands through his hair. He wasn't thinking, that was the issue. All he saw was something mildly pornographic and the actions of it were enough to get him going. That was all. The thoughts he had of picturing himself being touched, were solely just cause he wanted the motions of it, that's all it was. It had to be.

His hands fall back down, running over his face as they do.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he mutters in frustration.

Unable to understand why he couldn't just be normal, like everyone else. It'd make his life so much easier.

He finishes up in the washroom and heads back out, making his way to the living room. When arriving back to it, he finds the tall dark form of Damien now there to greet him. The sight of him looking back at him, causes a small beat in his chest.

"Kenneth," Damien smiles, "there you are. For a moment there, I'd thought you left."

"No, I'm still here," Kenny says, averting his gaze from him.

He wasn't able to look him in the eye after what he'd just done. For guilt, shame and other reasons…

"Where did you wander off to?" Damien asks.

"Oh, just… walked around the house and stuff, since you guys were talking so long," Kenny replies, "where's your drink? I thought you were thirsty."

"I quenched my thirst already, while you were out wandering."

The response causes the image Kenny had seen of Damien's tongue running along Craig's stomach to play out in his head, unintentionally, and he can't help the deep heat that crosses his face because of it.

There's a pause.

"Where exactly did you wander off to?" Damien asks, taking a step towards him.

"Just around," Kenny replies.

"Did you come across anything, interesting?" Damien asks, taking another step towards him.

"Not really…" Kenny mumbles.

"Kenneth, how come you're not looking at me? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Then why won't you look at me? You've been averting your gaze, since you've been back from your little excursion around the house," Damien tells him, "what did you see?"

"Nothing."

"Then look at me."

Kenny's chest pounds. He hesitates for a long moment, but does look over at him. It lasts only a few seconds though, until he has to shift his gaze once more, this time to his chest, so it's less obvious that he's not looking at him.

There's a chuckle.

"Glancing at me like that, definitely makes it seem like you have something to hide."

Damien takes a few more slow steps, until coming to a stop only a mere few inches away from Kenny.

There's a long pause. Damien was waiting. Waiting for Kenny to look at him. But he doesn't. The pounding in his chest is much too paralyzing to do any action, big or small.

A few more seconds in silence go by, until Damien slowly leans forward, and stops next to his ear. There's a faint breath from him, that brushes gently against Kenny's ear. The breath is enough to have to cause Kenny to subdue an internal shiver.

"Kenneth…" Damien whispers, "look at me."

The heat of Damien's words barely graze the surface of Kenny skin, but are enough to create goosebumps all across its surface. There's another shiver he has to surpass, this time with a swallow from his throat. He tries his best to control his breathing so that it remains the same, but as his gaze shifts ever so slightly up along the taller male's muscular chest, his heart rate increases and his breathing grows more difficult. When his gaze meets the pair of dark eyes staring back at him, his breathing all but stops. Damien's face was close to his, too close, he could faintly feel him breathing still.

Damien smiles, revealing his sharp canines.

"What did you see?"

Kenny's mind is suddenly racing. He didn't know… Did he? No, Kenny was quiet, there was no way he'd heard him, right? The thought makes his heart beat faster. He needed to calm down. There was no way he knew, he was just overthinking the question too much. Damien was only asking about what he saw while walking around, but what he saw, he couldn't reply to.

The images he had seen, now mixed with his dreams and filled his mind. All of them, of Damien. The dreams where he pressed so closely to his body, his arms wrapped around his neck and heated warmth between his legs, made one of Kenny's fingers twitch, resisting the urge to want to do what he had in them. It didn't help that if he focused hard enough, he could faintly feel the body heat radiate off of Damien. Making him want to reach out and grab it, then hold it in his arms, while digging his nails in and taking it in. Breathing in a scent he'd never breathed before, while burying his face into his neck, wondering what it would smell like as their bodies mixed together in heated motions. Having Damien's hands, eyes and mouth all over his body.

Would his mouth make sounds if they were to do such things together?

Would he kiss him the same way he kissed Craig?

Would he make him come like Craig?

The heat coursing through his body was beginning to be too much. His lower stomach was getting tight and starting to throb. He prayed to god that Damien wouldn't look down, to see it slowly forming. To see his hand fidgeting towards him in desire and need. Or notice how slightly his lips were now parting, wanting to taste the lips he saw before him, and more…

Fuck, he was so close to Damien. All it would take is for him to just reach out and do it. But something much stronger had its hold on his racing heart. Something more overwhelming and heavy that he just couldn't overcome, no matter how hard he may have wanted to.

Fear.

Despite how he could lightly feel Damien's breath, brush against his lips. Brush against and make him shiver, there was no force strong enough to make him give in, and act on his buried desires. He'd only stay still, and try to block it out. Pushing it away as best he could.

He needed to.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall draws him back, and he gently pushes Damien away, turning to face away from him. Damien doesn't resist and allows him to. The brief contact of warmth from Kenny's palms touching his chest, is enough to make the heat on his face grow just a tiny bit more, before he moves his hands away and it leaves him.

Craig enters the room a couple seconds later, his face with just a hint of flush on it. He glances between the two of them, silently. Kenny begins to feel it may be too much to stay with all that has happened. He was having a hard enough time looking Damien in the eye, and knew it'd affect how he talked with Craig as well. Thinking it may be best for him to take a mental break for the time being, he starts to head off.

"I think I'm going to head off now… feeling a bit tired," Kenny tells them.

"Oh, okay, "Craig says, as Kenny passes him, "See you later then?"

"Yeah," Kenny replies.

His gaze trails down for a split second when something catches his eye. A hickey, a small one, just barely being hidden by the collar of Craig's shirt.

It hadn't been there before.

"Take care Kenneth," Damien says.

Kenny gives a wave of the hand back, while still facing forward.

"You too," he says, as he exits the room.

He gathers his coat, boots and bag, then heads off.

He returns home some time later in the evening, deciding to spend some time at a café first before doing so, not wanting to deal with his father's berating tirade tonight.

He flops down onto his bed from both mental and emotional exhaustion. Today had been a lot, and all he wanted was for his brain to shut off for a while. Although he knew that wouldn't be the case. This was something that was going to be well on his mind for the next white.

His thoughts were already beginning to wander back to what he had seen earlier. The sounds he heard. The heat that hovered near him. All his senses were slowly being consumed by it, causing a swirl to dance lower down in his abdomen. Just thinking about the whole thing, made him throb so hard. He wanted to see it again.

He groans, burying his face into his bed.

Fuck, he wanted to tell himself that it was only the motions he saw that made him like this, but after what happened in Damien's living room, with him being so close, he couldn't deny it anymore…

He found Damien to be so unbelievably attractive.

…And he wanted him.