A red car, clearly used because it had obvious dents in the exterior and scrapes where the paint was missing not entirely caused by the previous owner, sat parked in the empty lot of a convenience store. Kenny McCormick wasn't sure just what possessed him to take them to a 24/7 convenience store, but he'd parked in the shade of the trees, and at eleven o'clock at night, the only people wandering around would be safely out of side around the front of the store, probably smoking joints. Kenny could almost go for a joint right about now.

"You just gonna stare at the store all night? What, you want a snack?"

Kenny could definitely go for a joint right now. He looked over to see Craig Tucker, slouched in his passenger seat, knees against the dash as if he had no worries about being crushed by airbags. Which was good because Kenny only had one and it was in the driver's seat area. He rarely drove people around in his car and half of the time they just lounged in the back seat anyway.

"Why did you take us here, anyway? You want to get caught?"

Kenny pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he'd picked up from his friends. Craig's complaining was almost overriding the deal they'd made last weekend. And that would be a real waste of gas, carting this guy from his house all the way here.

"I didn't know where else to go. Look, no one will see us, it's no big deal." Kenny calmly responded, shifting in his seat to look at Craig full on. "So...you ready?"

Craig studied Kenny for a moment before shrugging. He unclipped his seatbelt and was the first to shift himself into the back seat, falling heavily onto the worn leather interior and beckoning lazily for Kenny to follow. It would have been an endearing motion, had the person who had given it not been Craig Tucker.

Kenny didn't have to undo his seatbelt before crawling into the back after Craig; he rarely wore one to begin with. What did he have to be afraid of? He'd died before, he could do it again and no one could even scold him for not wearing a seatbelt because no one would remember him dying.

"How do you want to do this?" Kenny asked.

Craig seemed to think hard for a second, his eyes memorizing the interior of the car with only one or two withering glances at the duct tape repairs Kenny had made after buying the car from a man who'd let his dogs loose in the back when he went driving.

"I'll sit against here, I guess." Craig said, pushing himself up until his back hit the junction between the back door and the back rest. "You can do whatever."

Kenny took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He'd had one night stands before, even had a Friend With Benefits when he had been in middle school, but it had never been someone he actually had a class with. He'd grown up around Craig and now, they worked together at a grocery store. Craig was in deli meats and Kenny wasn't far off in the bakery. He wasn't exactly nervous, but this wasn't exactly normal.

Finally, realizing that Craig had been staring openly at him with a raised brow for a few seconds, Kenny moved, placing one foot on the floor of his car and inching his knee in between Craig's. One of the darker haired boy's legs followed Kenny's idea and he let it slide off the seat and rest uselessly against the car floor.

The two had agreed to do this after being left out of the dating spike South Park had apparently been gripped with, but it didn't make it any easier to start. It wasn't like Kenny could mutter soothing words like he could with girls that made them like putty in his hands, Craig was too hard for that. It also wasn't like he could argue with him to get him riled up because only Kyle Broflovski argued back with him and neither friend had any intent to get the other in the back seat of a car.

"What do you like?" Kenny asked, idly dragging his fingers along Craig's flat chest, surprised that there seemed to be actual muscle mass to this boy he'd never seen do sports in his entire life.

"I don't know." Helpful as always. "I don't kiss on the lips though."

"Not even with girlfriends? Or boyfriends?" Kenny added that last part because...well, Craig was here with a guy, wasn't he?

"Those are different. We're not boyfriends. We're lonely fucks who want to get fucked. That's it."

Kenny almost laughed. Craig was so blunt that his tone almost had enough power to punch people for him.

"Alright, alright." Kenny returned. "Well, how about we start slow? I mean, looks like we're going to be doing this for a while," The amount of romantic couple out there was sickening and the single people were worse still...but mostly for their looks. Kenny was not about to hook up with Stacy Mullenberg*. "So we've got a lot of ground we can cover."

"You would know." Was Craig's smart ass retort.

"I'm not as big of a whore as you think. But you don't care so let's move on." Kenny said, his tone annoyed. Everyone deemed him as the town whore, which he couldn't deny because...well, he liked sex more than he liked correcting rumors. But there were plenty of other people Kenny would call worse than him. Mr. Garrison, for example.

In an effort to silence Craig, Kenny leaned forward. He was in no rush, so it really didn't matter how fast they took this, so long as Kenny remained in control. He didn't know what Craig's style was and wasn't eager to find out just yet. Especially not when it might do more damage to his already abused car.

Kenny attached his lips to Craig's jaw, kissing along the skin until he met Craig's ear. He licked along the outer shell and blew softly onto the moisture, causing a shiver to run down the dark haired boy's spine. Kenny smirked at this. Even a little reaction was cause for celebration when it came from the world's most monotone individual. He continued to press his lips to various points on Craig's neck and moving his shirt out of the way so he could get at the skin at his shoulder.

Craig let his head loll to the side Kenny wasn't working on, simultaneously bored but tingling in the places Kenny touched him. Compared to Kenny's list of partners, Craig's was pretty pathetic. He'd had two girlfriends in high school and a couple of flings since then, but really, he was pretty unimpressive in the dating department. He hadn't even touched himself in months. He twitched when he felt the fingers of Kenny's right hand slide along his bare skin, just under the hem of his plain blue T-shirt. He only knew it was Kenny's right hand because his left hand was the one pulling at the collar of his shirt so Kenny had more room to kiss skin and not cotton fibers.

Apparently Kenny had decided that Craig's shirt was covering too much because he suddenly felt Kenny yank the hem up and Craig lifted his arms, hands smacking the ceiling of the car and causing him to wince. Kenny discarded the shirt to the floor and Craig immediately said, "Don't put that on your dirty floor! I don't want bits of food or...prostitute, whatever you keep in the back of your car on my shirt."

Kenny seemed to debate arguing, but he sighed and snatched up the shirt to drop it into the passenger seat.

"Happy? And I don't keep prostitutes in the back of my car." Kenny muttered, with just a little hint of irritation in his tone.

"That's right, you keep them in the trunk." Craig replied, not so much trying to start a fight as to see how long they could argue before Kenny remembered he'd taken Craig's shirt off for a reason.

"No, I keep them in storage containers. They build a little house in there and I get to visit them instead of bringing them home and holy fuck, are you photo shopped?" Kenny had de-railed mid rant when he caught sight of the faint but still visible abs Craig was sporting.

"Wha-...no?" Craig arched an eyebrow and looked to where Kenny's eyes were staring. "I work out, dude. It's not like I have much of a social life with everyone out fucking each other."

"When do you have time to work out, you work at the store so much." Kenny mused, running his fingers along Craig's stomach.

"Why does it matter when I work out, I manage it." Craig took a hold of Kenny's hands to stop his movements. Kenny's light fingers were tickling him and he'd be damned before he admitted that to the blonde boy in front of him.

Kenny's eyes focused on Craig's hands next and leaned forward to press his lips to both hands. The action surprised Craig but the surprise came across as a small frown.

"You realize that we're technically holding hands right now, right?"

And that ruined it. Craig let go of Kenny's hands and the blonde boy dared to laugh at his reaction. Before Craig could complain, however, Kenny seemed to come back to the situation at hand and began attacking the dark haired boy's chest with his hands and lips. Fingers trailed down his sides, causing involuntary twitches throughout Craig's body and he had to admit Kenny was good with his mouth. He kissed every sensitive spot Craig had which included his waist, inner hips and the pink buds on his chest that Kenny was currently attending to. He circled the bud with his tongue and blew on it, just like he had with Craig's ear. Sure enough, another shiver.

Kenny kept his smile to himself, though he would have loved to have shown it to the usually smug boy beneath him. He switched targets and did the same to that one and was pleased to notice Craig's breath was coming out just a little bit quicker than before. Now if only he could get him to move beyond little twitches.

Kenny situated himself better in the backseat, wedging one knee in between Craig and the car door and the other moving to press between Craig and the car seat. Straddling Craig, Kenny could see that the boy had very dark eyes. They were blue, he could see that in the light from the convenience store spilling in through his windows, but very dark all the same. They were kind of beautiful. Without really meaning to, he pressed a kiss to Craig's temples, close to his eyes without actually touching them.

"McCormick..." It sounded like a warning, but Craig didn't reach to stop him.

"You said no lips, that wasn't lips." Kenny answered back and continued pressing kisses to Craig's face and going back down to his neck occasionally while working his hands lower and lower until he was casually rubbing along Craig's thighs.

The dark haired boy seemed to lean forward just a bit as Kenny ran his hands up and down the space of leg he could reach and Kenny spoke, being sure to speak softly and directly into Craig's ear.

"You can touch me too, you know. That was part of the deal."

Craig seemed to battle with this decision, but soon enough, Kenny found Craig's hands uncertainly mapping out his waist. The longer this played out, the more of Craig's defenses fell to Kenny's touch and before long, Kenny could feel Craig's lips against his cheek and jawbone as he leaned in to give similar treatment to Craig's skin.

Sneaking a peak at Craig's facial expression, Kenny was a little disappointed that he seemed no less bored, despite being an active participant now, but he would make that change. Something inside of Kenny was promising that the night wouldn't end without Craig Tucker coming undone right and proper. With that thought in mind, Kenny moved one hand from the boy's thigh and began to gently run his thumb across the bump that Craig was sporting in his jeans. It wasn't as hard as Kenny would have liked it to be at this point, but it was a start.

Sure enough, Craig shivered and a breathy sort of noise escaped him before he fastened his lips to Kenny's neck in an attempt to stifle himself. Kenny took it up another level by changing his tactics to biting and licking, kissing only when Craig couldn't hold in a hiss of pain or moved to push Kenny away. The sight of Craig even slightly undone was like an aphrodisiac to Kenny so even as Craig's pants tightened further, Kenny wasn't far away from the same.

Someone so stoic had to have an undo button and Kenny was determined to find all of them on the Tucker boy, even if tonight was only supposed to be an introductory course to what the two of them would most likely be doing in their attempts to ignore the happy couples in their town.

Speaking of buttons, Kenny slid the one keeping Craig's pants together out of its hole and began to fiddle absently with the zipper next. It was still weird, knowing that the one breathing hard beneath him was a co-worker, but Kenny could definitely overlook that now that he was aroused because of said co-worker.

All in all, Craig wasn't bad looking. He was actually sort of gorgeous. In Kenny's opinion, anyway. Craig Tucker had that nonchalant rockstar thing going for him, even though he couldn't play any instrument that wasn't attached to a video game system and totally rigged. Straight black hair, decidedly not bad chest and stomach that he'd been keeping from everyone and the way Craig's eyelids grew heavier with arousal and his hands were tugging at Kenny's shirt made the blonde haired boy believe that he hadn't made such a bad choice, proposing this idea to the eldest Tucker offspring.

Kenny slipped his hand under the jeans to rub at the front of Craig's Red Racer briefs. He still liked all those kid shows, claiming "the television of today sucked balls, so why not just keep watching the good shit"? Kenny couldn't argue since today's television included pretty women making not so unattractive men pretend they were interested in more than her boobs in order to marry her and various doctor shows telling you how unhealthy you're eating or how healthy your unhealthy habits might actually be. Cartoons were definitely better entertainment.

Craig's head fell back against the seat and Kenny watched him try to lift it back to look at the blonde boy with visible effort. He wasn't going very fast, actually, but his hand definitely had an effect Kenny rather liked on Craig. Little noises, mostly just breathy gasps or sighs, were escaping between Craig's parted lips and Kenny actually cursed the no kissing on the lips rule. Craig's looked so ready to have just that done right now, but Kenny averted his eyes and concentrated on his task.

He licked a trail up along Craig's stomach and the boy visibly cringed away, but didn't move to stop Kenny so he didn't think too hard on it.

Moving Craig's jeans down over his hips was bloody hard. Kenny banged his head on the car ceiling before he managed to get Craig to lift his hips and work with him. Getting them over the knees would have been impossible in this little car, so Kenny decided Craig would have to deal with that when the time came.

Kenny hooked a finger under the elastic band of Craig's briefs and gave his most seductive glance back up at the black haired boy. Craig didn't seem unnerved by the look, though his fingers reached forward and caught a significant amount of Kenny's hair. Ignoring the pinch in almost every hair strand Craig had caught a hold of, Kenny followed where the hand was leading him and felt Craig's lips on his neck. He struggled a bit to keep his position over the other and shivered as he felt cold air hit his stomach. Craig was lifting his shirt up and Kenny wordlessly raised his arms as high as they could go in the car and simply ducked out of the rest of the shirt so he wouldn't smack himself on the car again.

"No fair for you to still have this stupid thing." Craig reasoned, without needing to. Kenny didn't care why Craig took his shirt off but he took it from the boy and chucked it into the passenger seat with the plain blue shirt that was occupying the space as well.

Craig grabbed Kenny by the back of the head, opting not to pull on his hair this time which was good news for Kenny, but the blonde boy nearly lost balance as Craig pulled him forward again and pressed his lips to the newly exposed skin. For once, Kenny did nothing, just let Craig take the lead for a bit, and after what felt like seconds when it was probably more like minutes, Kenny felt himself rocking his hips just a little. They just barely grazed each other as Kenny moved and the effect was a little maddening.

"Fuck...I can't do this anymore." The sudden voice of Craig startled Kenny out of his rhythm and he stopped, pulling back easily as Craig let his hands fall at his sides.

"Can't do this? You want to leave?" Kenny asked, a hint of worry actually creeping into his voice. He was hard and now Craig wanted out?

Craig paused, blinking at Kenny before giving a short sort of laugh.

"No, you fucking idiot. I'm not walking home with a hard-on. I can't do this foreplay bullshit anymore, I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind." Craig admitted, though he didn't seem any bit embarrassed. Still just stoic on the outside as he ever was, as if he didn't have a significant bulge that was clearly visible to Kenny.

Kenny nearly laughed too; the idea of Craig losing his mind over anything was unfathomable. But it made him proud to know that those words came directly because of his handiwork.

"Alright, I'll get to it." Kenny said with a smirk, saving the idea of tormenting Craig and making him beg for Kenny's hand for another day. Which was probably a terrible thought, but Kenny's mind wasn't in the politest place right now.

He began shifting Craig's briefs down, working again as best he could without injuring himself and this time Craig helped with no hesitation. So Craig was a little bigger than anticipated, Kenny thought, looking down at his co-workers member with appreciation. He closed his fingers around the shaft and Craig immediately went tense. Kenny gave him a reassuring look and began a slow rhythm to judge Craig's reaction.

Craig huffed in what could either be pleasure or impatience and pulled Kenny's head forward again, intent on kissing the blonde's neck while Kenny's hand worked on him. With Kenny's teeth gently biting his shoulder and his own mouth leaving hickies on Kenny's pale skin, Craig hoped to whatever god may or may not exist that Kenny was content staying here for the duration. Craig didn't know what he looked like when he came, but that right was reserved for his girlfriends or boyfriends, not casual fucks. Not to mention Kenny may never let him live it down if it turned out to look funny or something.

The skin at Kenny's neck was hurting just a little from how intent Craig was at his work, but the pain was kind of a pleasant sensation. Kenny had tried pain and pleasure together many times, once resulting in his death, but it had been worth it. He rewarded the pain with a quicker speed with his hands, alternating various strength grips as he went. Every so often he'd slide his thumb over the tip and Kenny decided he liked doing this because each time he'd do it, he'd catch Craig off guard and the dark haired boy would openly moan against his skin.

Kenny was hurting more and more as this progressed and weakly began palming himself through his own pants. His own hand felt wonderful, but it wasn't enough and he couldn't get Craig to let go of him long enough to properly undo his pants to get at himself. He decided to try asking before he actually went insane.

"Craig. Craig, can you help me?" Kenny asked, breathing hard beside Craig's ear.

"With...ngh...with what?" Craig asked in return. Cheeky bitch, shouldn't he know?

"My pants. Undo them for me." Kenny's voice was low and without meaning to, Craig took it rather sensually because he gave a long contented sigh and nodded into the space between Kenny's neck and shoulder.

Keeping one hand firmly on Kenny's back to secure him in place, Craig reached down with one hand and took a hold of the side of Kenny's pants that secured the button.

"Pull the other side." He huffed out, noticing that Kenny's hand wasn't stopping, despite their attempts to fix whatever pant situation Kenny was having, and it was making it a little hard to actually want to help him with anything that wasn't continuing to move his hand.

Kenny obeyed and the button pulled free of its loop.

"Thanks." Kenny mumbled and Craig ran his other hand along Kenny's bare side, making the blonde boy shudder pleasantly. He groaned softly as he pulled the zipper undone and hastily shoved his pants down over his rear and hips, taking his underwear with them. He clasped his free hand around himself and matched the rhythm he was using with Craig.

The feel of a hand, even if just his own hand, was an instant relief. Kenny sighed happily into Craig's shoulder and found that Craig had relocated his hand to Kenny's leg, just below his ass. Craig was gently kneading the skin there and occasionally running his nails across and Kenny involuntarily let out a strangled sort of moan in appreciation.

Craig's hips had started to buck up to meet Kenny's hand and Kenny rocked his own hips in answer. He dipped, though it was painful from this straddling position, so he could brush against Craig each time he rocked his hips and this caused a wonderful reaction in the dark haired boy.

"Mmm." Craig hummed, along with a fair few other unintelligible noises that had Kenny making some of his own.

"Fuck." Kenny heard the first word out of Craig's mouth and he tried to focus on what signs the boy was giving. Craig was thrusting into Kenny's hand irregularly and his breath was hot on Kenny's skin. Craig still wouldn't let Kenny see his face, but from the signs that were available to him, Kenny managed to reply with, "Coming?"

A harsh moan was his response and Kenny quickened his pace along both of them. Unsurprisingly, Craig came first, without much more warning than saying, "Ken-" and interrupting himself with a second of silence followed by a moan that Kenny would bet hurt his throat coming up. Kenny could feel the mess on his hand and slowed his pace on himself enough to speak plainly to Craig.

"That was good, right?"

"You're not done." Craig observed, letting go of Kenny and eying the still stroking hand.

"I will be in a sec, just give me-" Kenny felt something warm close around his own hand and looked to see that Craig had added his own hand to the job. Craig initiated a faster rhythm and Kenny could feel the warmth of Craig seep in between his fingers. With someone else helping him, Kenny lost it and released onto Craig's stomach with a guttural moan, falling forward to rest his forehead on Craig's shoulder.

They sat in silence, catching their breath until Kenny was strong enough to push himself over to the empty seat next to Craig.

"For someone...who doesn't kiss on the lips, you sure...kiss a lot." Kenny said, trying to calm his heart beat so he could speak properly, but it was hard to breathe. He chalked it up to what they had just done and the small space of air available in the car. He hastily pulled his underwear and jeans back up, not bothering to redo the buttons and leaned between the front seats to turn the ignition on the car.

Craig jumped in his seat, worried that Kenny was going to try driving while lounging between seats, but the car didn't move. Instead the radio started up, playing the latest tracks released and allowing Kenny to press a button on the front car doors, lowering the windows. The cool air eventually spread to the back seat and Craig basked in it, slowly reassembling himself, minus his shirt.

"So, that's more or less what we'll be up to, partner." Kenny said, sitting now between the front seats and looking at Craig. "You okay with that?"

Craig was too tired to glare at Kenny but he did respond with sarcasm.

"No, the evidence points to me not having a good time. I think I'll go home now and never see you again." Craig said, arching one eyebrow and gesturing to the mess on both their stomachs.

Kenny chuckled softly and rummaged around in the passenger seat.

"Hey, use this to clean up, I don't mind."

Craig found Kenny's white shirt thrown at him and scowled momentarily before realizing the only other option was using his own shirt.

"Fine." He said, wiping himself clean and folding the shirt to hand it back to Kenny without the blonde having to touch his mess. Without care, it seemed, Kenny just used the clean patches of shirt to wipe himself up. Crumpling it up to hide all the evidence, Kenny tucked his shirt under the back of the driver's seat and sat down properly in said seat, ignoring Craig's comment of, "Sick, dude, throw that out."

"I will when I get home." Kenny intoned effortlessly, though he knew he'd just wash it a few times and it'd be fine. "Get in, I can drive you home."

Craig maneuvered himself into the passenger seat gracelessly and held his shirt across his lap instead of putting it back on. The cool air was far too nice and he needed to get rid of that pinkish glow on his skin before he got home and his parents questioned him. At least if it was cold-pink, he could say he'd been out walking.

Neither really spoke on the drive home. The only interaction was Craig fiddling with the stereo without permission and Kenny telling him if he played shitty music, he'd be kicked out of the car. They drove up outside a small light blue house, home to four Tucker family members, two of which appeared to still be up, if the movement in the living room was anything to go by.

"You know, most people in their twenties move out of their parents house." Kenny remarked as Craig slid his shirt on and got ready to leave.

"Most people in their twenties don't live in South Park and have shit jobs." Craig retorted. "See you."

Kenny watched Craig head towards the door and frowned a bit when he saw the boy stop. Craig turned and came back to the car, leaning on Kenny's window to look right at him.

"You forget which way was home?" Kenny teased, but Craig shut him up with a glare.

"Hey, I wanted to…you know…thank you, I guess. I mean, not thank, but…it really sucks being left out and I'm so goddamn bored all the time. Give me your phone." Craig said, extending his hand to Kenny.

"Why?" Kenny asked, even as he was obediently handing over his cell phone.

Craig fiddled with the buttons for a bit and typed something that he wouldn't let Kenny see and wordlessly handed the phone back. He waved and headed back to the house.

Kenny waved as Craig left and waited until he got into the house before looking at his phone. Craig had opened up Kenny's contact list and a sneaking suspicion found its way to Kenny's gut. Sure enough, under C was Craig Tucker, complete with phone number. Kenny smiled. That idiot.

He'd have to bother Craig soon to do that again if he was going to survive the few days coming up he had planned with the people he dared call friends who all had girlfriends or boyfriends. Craig had no idea how much trouble he was in for now that Kenny had access to his phone number. He wondered vaguely as he drove home if Craig got more likeable the more time you spent with him.

* - Stacy Mullenberg (season 16, episode 7, poster child for Halitosis Kidz!)