Unusual

What?

"Back so soon? I thought I told you to stop when you could?" I shivered sitting up and looking around frantically. "What? I. . stop what?" 

Somebody pushed me "You mother fucker just couldn't stop could you?" I blinked rubbing my eyes and sitting up. "What?" I realized there was a weight on my lap. Craig glared at me from where he sat on my lap. "Don't what me! Look what you did!" The dark haired boy pointed to his neck. His neck and shoulders were covered in bites and hickeys. I stared at him "So? I don't see the problem." I traced my hand along a few of them. Than noticing he was only in his boxers. I let my gaze wander. His skin was smooth almost completely clear of blemishes. Other than of course the ones I had given last night. Damn he was so hot. I continued looking at him. Craig growled "Don't see it? How do I explain this to . . . Anybody!" I blinked why does that matter. Don't they know he is gay? "If you really don't want people to see them just use makeup." I sighed leaning and kissing some of the marks. "I'm not sure why you would though." Craig mumbled something I couldn't hear. Before sighing trailing his hands on my bare back. "You fucking asshole." I felt my face flush as he kissed my neck softly. "I told you not to push it McCormick." I chuckled "Too late now isn't?" He pulled back shaking his head. "Well it isn't bad for me, but I wasn't and still am not your goal." he poked my chest before standing and stretching. I watched his back arch standing and hugging him from behind. "Oh? Why is that?" He hummed "Don't lie to yourself Kenny. I'm not the one you are after." He leaned against me holding my hands in his. "You know just as well as I do. He won't like the path you are currently following. You need to stop while you still can." His black hair swung as he shook his head. Pulling away from me he walked out of the room. I sighed I know he is right. 

I don't want to admit it. Craig is right I need to stop. I just can't help myslef. He is right though I don't think he would be alright with what I am doing. 

My body ached as I walked to the bathroom. The door was closed so I knocked on it. Craig's voice answered "Kenny?" I nodded than smacked myself and answered with my words "Yeah it's me." The bathroom door locked clicked I walked in. Steam wafted in my face. Craig stood in a towel blinking at me. I smiled "Hey beautiful." He snorted "Best you could think of?" The black haired boy chuckled walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "No I just. . . okay yeah" He laughed. Hugging me "Fucking idiot." The black haired boy sighed pulled away giving me a quick peck on the cheek before leaving me in the bathroom. While I still could I took a shower. 

I walked downstairs. Craig and I had been left alone in the house. The dark haired boy was laying on the couch blowing smoke up to the ceiling. "Finally done jacking off in the shower?" I rolled my eyes "Just for you." I winked leaving him in the living room and getting coffee from the kitchen. I came back Craig still laid on the couch. His face was red as he dragged from the small white cylinder. "You are such and asshole." I snickered laying with him on the sofa. "I know." He sighed blowing out more smoke. "I told you need to stop if you ever want to get closer to him." He handed me the cigarette. I took it and dragged from it. "Yeah I heard ya." my eyes roamed the ceiling. "I just want to enjoy it while I can." He turned to look at me "Kenny. . . " his words trailed off. I looked at him "what?" The black haired boy shook his head. "Never mind." He sat up moving to lay on top of me. My face heated up "Okay." I put out the cancer stick and buried my face in his dark hair.

This has really gotten far hasn't it? Craig is right. I need to stop. To try to get with him. Try to ignore my urge to have sex with anybody I am attracted to. 

I honestly couldn't remember what day it was. Craig seemed to though now he was holding my hand and dragging me back to the damned building. I gripped his hand. He had taken my advice and covered some of the marks I had made with makeup. The boy pulled me along. We made it to school and got to class once we got to the door Craig stopped. He looked back to me keeping his voice low "Now this is the end of this. I want you to grow a pair and tell him even if he rejects you. I'll be here okay?" He hugged me keeping me close before kissing me softly. "Alright?" I nodded sighing. "Right, Thanks Craig."  He smiled gently walking into class before me. I followed pulling my hood tighter. 

"You fucking fag! So you had your way with Craig too? How does Tweek feel about that?" Kyle, Stan and Eric were there. Cartman had noticed I cam with Craig and proceeded to jabbed at me for it. "Craig?" Stan asked looking from the board where the teacher had been pointing at some diagram. "Yeah, Did you not see them walk in one after another?" He pointed to the blue chullo wearing boy. The leader of the opposing group talked quietly with Token, Clyde, and Tweek. "Just cause they walked in together you are assuming they slept with each other?" Kyle squinted his eyes. Oh fuck Kyle I'm glad you don't assume the worst. My face felt warm. I covered it with my hands trying not to get into the conversation. "I don't know Kyle. Usually when people walk into class late together they did something. Weather it was sex or not." The boy in the red poof ball hat said. Kyle furrowed his brows. Oh shit Stan! Don't say that it will put ideas in his head. 

"McCormick!" I snapped my head up "What?!" Mr.Mackey leaned forward waving a hand in front of my face. "Kenny you came here to talk to me about something important, M'kay?" I stared at him. "Oh right. Sorry Mackey." I pushed my hands together. "I was wondering how I should go about telling someone I had feelings for them, romantic feelings." I rubbed my arm looking down at the floor. "Well Kenny you need to just admit it to him, her or them, M'kay. Even if He, she or they reject you there are still more fish in the sea, M'kay." I covered my face "Thanks Mr.Mackey." He nodded and I left his office. 

I don't know how much it helped to hear the same thing from two different people. Kyle walked toward me. My eyes widened. Shit, shit shit shit "Hey Kenny. Do you wanna hang out and talk later?" His voice was quiet not making eye contact. "Sure Kyle." the red head smiled weakly walking away. Craig than walked up to me his face it's normal grimace. "Ditching." He said simply. I nodded following him. We walked out the back of the school ignoring the goths listening to music, smoking and drinking their coffee. Craig took my hand in his walking to Stark's pond. "Wheres the rest of the group?" He didn't respond. 

I knocked on Kyle's door taking a deep breath. Just do it Kenny. Grow a pair of fucking balls and tell him. I closed my eyes and waited for someone to answer the door. Ike finally did "Kenny?" the young Canadian asked looking at me. "Yeah Kyle asked if I could hang out today." Ike blinked pursing his lips. "He's been in his room. I think he was crying for a while before not answering me anymore." He paused. "He asked you to hang out?" I nodded "Well just be careful. I don't think he is doing to well." I looked down at my gloved hands. "Alright Thanks Ike." He nodded moving to let me inside. I walked up stairs and stood in front of Kyle's door. I took another deep breath stopping to think. 

If he is not in a good place is this really the time? or should I just feel out the situation? I guess I can do that. 

I knocked on the shorter boy's door speaking to it "Kyle it's Kenny. You asked if we could hang out?" There was a shuffling in the room. Than the red head opened the door. He had bags under his eyes. His red hair was sticking out in all directions. "Oh, yeah you can come in. I'm sorry I look like a mess." I shrugged. "It's alright Kyle." My stomach was in knots. Maybe I can't do this. Fuck I can't do this. He's not in the right mind. Kyle sighed rubbing his eyes "Remember when I told you I saw you die?" I nodded sitting next to him on his bed. He twiddled with his hands. "Well I can't stop thinking about it know. All I think about is how I should've helped. I could have helped. Why didn't I help? I feel horrible." He rested his head on his hands. "It's not like I can go to the counselor about it. He'd just say I was insane, or it was just a dream." He took a shaky breath. "I didn't know who else to go to. Nobody else would listen." I took my hand and put it on his back rubbing it gently. The shorter body leaned against me sobbing into my chest.