"You'd think...with you being poor...you'd have a lighter bed."

"Fuck you." Kenny gave a breathless laugh, adjusting the position of his fingers on the frame of the small bed they were trying to move through the doorway of Clyde's old room. "Lift it up on your end."

Craig did as he was told and with a little pushing, the bed slid in to the room. Kenny led them over to the far wall and set it down, straightening his shirt while Craig left to get the mattress.

It had been roughly two weeks since Craig had accepted Kenny's proposal to start dating and hardly a day had gone by that the two hadn't hung out or spent the day texting each other. It was almost overwhelming, but in a good way. Kenny couldn't remember a time he'd felt happier than this and Craig wasn't the only thing going well in these last two weeks.

A week ago, Clyde had finalized the work on moving out and the room had officially fallen under Kenny's ownership. Kenny and Kyle had moved little things over, side tables, Kenny's clothes, and various other things. While moving the bigger things, like Kenny's little desk for his computer and his bed, Kenny had enlisted the help of Stan and Craig. The two had the talent of looking menacing when they wanted to be and Stan had acted as peace keeper while Craig had shown off and brought the desk out to his dad's truck without help from Kenny. Craig would gloss over the fact that he hurt himself doing it when Kenny later spoke of it.

It seemed to have sufficiently scared Stuart and Carol, because they kept their distance. Especially from Craig, which amused Kenny to no end. His boyfriend was parent-repellant. He'd never voice that out loud, funny as he found it, because Craig still hated the term 'boyfriend'. Kenny had said it once accidentally when he had told Cartman over the phone about the new relationship and Craig had painfully elbowed him in the ribs.

A thump from the hallway brought Kenny back to the present and he moved over so Stan and Craig could push the mattress into the room. An awkward sort of hug ensued with the thing as they both tried to raise it onto the frame, but eventually it fit into place.

"Yay~" Kenny celebrated happily, clapping his hands and reaching forward to pull Stan into a hug. "Thanks, man."

"No problem." Stan chuckled, patting Kenny's back and pointing back out to the hall. "Kyle's bringing in your new bedding and duvet, it'll be in the living room whenever you want to make the bed. Other than that, you have successfully moved into your new room."

Stan side stepped Kenny when the blonde released him to make his way out to wherever Kyle was undoubtedly checking the bedding to make sure it had all its parts, and Kenny turned to Craig.

"So?" Kenny prompted, grinning excitedly. "I am moved in!"

Kenny bounced over to Craig childishly and looped an arm around him.

"You wanna help me make the bed?" Kenny asked with a wink.

"Hmm," Craig pretended to think, slowly leading Kenny over to the edge of his bed. "Not really."

Without a word of warning, Craig leaned, bringing Kenny's knees against the frame of the bed until they both fell onto the mattress. Kenny was glad Craig had the sense to brace himself with his hands, otherwise the weight of the other boy dropping down onto him might have winded him a bit.

Instead, Craig perched over him, knees on either side of Kenny's hips and hands at either side of Kenny's head. The blonde reached up to brush a stray piece of black hair behind Craig's ear, still smiling. A comfortable silence fell between them for a bit, both boys content to just rest here and play with each other's hair or clothing. After a minute or two, Craig gave his now famous half smile Kenny was still getting used to and closed the distance between them to press their lips together.

Kenny contentedly wrapped his arms around Craig's neck, keeping him in place and letting his eyes fall shut. Craig's breath was warm and the inside of Craig's mouth tasted a bit like the quesadilla they'd had for lunch today. Kenny kind of liked it.

"Might I remind you, the door is not closed." Kyle's amused tone of voice floated into the room, causing the two to break apart and look over at the red head leaning against the door frame.

"Sorry." Kenny laughed.

"We're not doing it quite yet, so no rush, but Stan and I were thinking of ordering pizza for dinner. You want to stay, Craig?" Kyle asked.

"Sure." Craig nodded, moving to rest beside Kenny in a less compromising position. "Want me to pay for my own?"

"Nah, we got it. We'll say when we're actually ordering, so just come and tell us what you want." Kyle smiled and disappeared back into the hallway.

Kenny reached to pull Craig back over him, but the black haired boy pulled away and held up a finger to convey 'back in one minute'. Craig left the room and Kenny stared around his room, still buzzing with excitement. He'd never been much of a decorator, but he was thrilled with the idea of putting up posters and buying a new lamp to put on his desk for if he used his computer late at night. He vaguely wondered if Kyle would be good to bring along shopping for room supplies with him. The boy had a knack for finding deals and color coordinating.

When Craig re-entered the room, he was carrying the bedsheets and duvet in both hands.

"Oh, now you want to make the bed?" Kenny inquired playfully.

Craig dropped the fabric to the floor until all he had in his hands was the fitted sheet and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to Kenny's lips before motioning for him to get off so he could throw the sheet over.

"I want to see what it looks like when it's all put together, sue me." Craig said as they wrestled the fitted sheet over the rounded edges of the mattress.

Kenny quickly learned that the look of the bed was not, in fact, what Craig wanted to see. As they fought with the next sheet, Kenny found himself in the dark as Craig shamelessly draped the sheet over him.

"What...the fuck." Kenny looked to where he assumed Craig to be, trying to see through the fabric.

"You look cute like that." Craig's voice said.

"You can't even see me." Kenny protested. He heard Craig chuckle and a very smug voice said, "Exactly."

"You cunt." Kenny laughed, reaching his arms out and searching for Craig. He felt his hands close around Craig's waist and heard a yelp as the boy tried to wrench himself away, but Kenny threw himself forward and linked his hands around Craig to trap him in place. "Look what you've done now. The blanket monster has you in its grasp."

"Fuck." Craig said, but Kenny could hear his quiet laughter in the silence following.

Making the bed took much longer than it had ever taken Kenny in the past, but he could say with some certainty that it was the most fun he'd ever had making a bed. Kenny would have been quite happy just to mess the bed up again with Craig, albeit less clothing, but Stan stuck his head in the doorway and said, "We're playing video games. You guys want to have a game with us?"

"You guys are seriously killing the potential for sex in here." Kenny teased and Stan smirked.

"I'll play if Stan and I are on a team." Craig replied. "Kyle and Ken on the other."

"Hey, you don't want to be couple against couple?" Kenny poked at Craig's side and the black haired boy descended on him, kissing him briefly before saying, "I don't want to lose to these guys because you can't stop killing your own team mates. At least if you're on the opposing side, you're supposed to terrorize me."

"Me and Kyle are gonna kick your ass." Kenny said, standing up and making his way to the door, grabbing a hold of Craig's hand and dragging him with.

"Nuh uh, me and Stan are way better shots." Craig argued.

"Besides, look at us," Stan chimed in, siding with Craig. "We're practically twins, we're gonna make a way better team."

"Don't steal my boyfriend, Craig." Kyle joked as they entered the living room.

"I'm sorry, I don't socialize with the enemy." Craig gave a small smirk and Kyle flipped him off with a smile in return.

Kenny sat down next to Kyle, shooing Stan away as he tried to sit next to him.

"This is Team Boss's couch, you losers sit elsewhere." Kenny put on a mask of arrogance that quickly ended when Craig smacked his leg and sat down on the floor in front of Kenny. "Ow!"

"Baby." Craig chuckled. "Stan, I hope you're ready to sleep on the couch cos I'm pretty sure you're not getting any action with how badly we're gonna beat these two."

Kenny pretended he didn't like the idea of being called 'baby' under different circumstances. He saw Kyle give Craig a look and patted his friend's arm, deliberately raising his voice even as he acted like he was speaking to Kyle alone.

"I hope Craig's got tissues cos he's gonna cry when he sees how you handle a sniper rifle."

"Alright, if everyone's done shit talking, the game's loading." Stan laughed, already manipulating the controller in his hands to get ready.

Kenny gently bumped Craig with his foot, grinning down at him as the boy looked up and they shared a challenging gaze before the intro music started up and the game was on.

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"You weren't kidding about the sniper rifle." Craig muttered after they'd lost the final round and shut the system off. Craig and Stan had won overall but Kyle had gotten serious the last two rounds, Kenny suspected out of some anger at losing despite the red head saying he didn't care and just wanted to have fun. He noticed with amusement that Kyle looked proud as Craig sort of complimented him.

"So how about one of the losing team calls for pizza?" Stan suggested, though he seemed to sense the danger of calling Kyle a loser and went directly over to him and curled his way around the boy, pulling him close.

"Seems fair." Kenny shrugged, pulling out his phone. "What do you guys want?"

Kenny imagined what followed must have been what working as a waiter was like and he had to cover the phone twice to ask for clarification on Kyle and Stan's orders.

Stan sorted out how much it was going to be and Kyle stood up to grab his wallet from the kitchen.

"I got this." Stan said when Kyle neared, but received a ten dollar bill from him towards the total anyway.

"So...unless you two want to go eat alone, what say we put on a movie?" Kyle suggested, seemingly less irritated as he sat down next to Kenny again and rested his arm on the back of the couch behind Kenny's head.

"I'm good." Kenny nodded. "So long as it's not a zombie movie."

"Zombies are out, got it." Kyle said, grabbing the remote and changing the TV from the game input to the cable box one, finding the guide with the movie channels displayed. "If we don't find anything here, we can check the shit we got in DVD form.

"You should really get Netflix." Craig said, resting heavily against Kenny's legs.

"I should." Kyle agreed but Kenny knew he wouldn't. Kyle was saving for a new laptop and once he got that, he'd retire the need for cable or Netflix and simply download them on the laptop. Kenny had already prepared himself, financially, to support the cable payments when that happened because he'd use them enough to justify keeping it.

As they debated movies, scanning the channels and upcoming times for something interesting, Kenny allowed himself a glance at Craig. It was more like a stare, but Kenny was trying to take in everything happening at the moment. The warmth of Craig against his legs. The pressure that was almost enough to induce pain because he was angling his feet so Craig didn't sit on them. Every so often, Craig would let his head loll back and rest against Kenny's knees, but eventually got uncomfortable with the knees digging into the back of his head or neck and move.

It was nice, being here, and it was strange to think it hadn't even been that long ago that Kenny had met Craig in the parking lot of a corner store for casual sex.

The sound of a movie starting brought Kenny out of his study of Craig and he looked up to see what was playing. He noticed Kyle had shifted over so Stan could settle in beside him and nudged Craig with his foot.

"You wanna come sit up here?" He asked and Craig looked up at him from the floor.

"I'm good here." For a moment, he seemed he was. But Kenny soon felt Craig sit up and move his legs apart.

"Right here? Craig, so bold!" Kenny gasped and played up the dramatics but it was cut short by a violent flinch as Craig made the motion to punch him in the dick. He stopped just short, not actually touching anything but Kenny had hurt himself by reacting so fiercely so Craig smirked and settled in between Kenny's legs, comfortable against the couch.

Kenny heard Kyle laughing quietly next to him and tried to be serious as he sent him a hurt look, but he ended up laughing too.

"Shut up," He scolded weakly, still trying to stop laughing. "That scared the shit out of me."

"Don't be a dick and I won't have to punch a dick." Craig teased, pressing a kiss to the inside of Kenny's leg and unintentionally causing the blonde to forgive him instantly by that action.

They watched the movie peacefully with only a short break to get the pizza from downstairs, since the delivery driver couldn't get into the building. They all shared a bite from each other's pizza's and Kenny decided he liked whatever Stan had put on his and stole another slice while Stan was taking a bite of Kyle's pizza. Pleased that he didn't notice, Kenny ate the slice fast so he wouldn't get caught by someone more observant.

When the movie was over, Kyle and Stan cleaned up, Kyle already yawning in the kitchen though it wasn't that late. Kenny looked down and closed his legs, pressing against Craig.

"Stop squishing me." Craig complained.

"Nope." Kenny laughed, leaning forward to kiss the top of Craig's head. "You're mine now. Trapped forever."

"Shit." Craig sighed, looping his arms around Kenny's legs and trapping himself further. "Well at least my cage is comfy."

"Damn right. I can be your pillow if you sleep over." Kenny smiled.

"Or you can just be you and we can make out." Craig looked back and caught Kenny's blush, smirking rather wickedly in response.

"Yeah, I-...I could do that too." Kenny replied.

"If you guys are gonna be gross, I'm gonna have to leave." Kyle pinched Kenny's side, surprising the blonde by how close he was.

"We're not gross, we're adorable." Kenny protested and Kyle grinned.

"If they get gross, we can be grosser." Stan added and Craig responded with a drawn out, "Ewww."

"Perhaps we'll go be gross in my room, then." Kenny stuck his tongue out.

"'Kay, we'll take over here." Stan wrapped his arms around Kyle's middle and lifted the red head off the floor, Kyle making high pitched noises of protest as he was carried around the table and back to the couch.

Kenny smiled at their interactions but Craig was freeing himself from Kenny's legs and pulling the blonde up so he followed obediently when Craig started off towards his room. Kenny caught his friends spreading out over the couch to get comfy, Kyle laying half over top of Stan and the lean in to initiate a kiss before Craig had tugged him into the room and shut the door.

"That was an abrupt leave." Kenny chuckled. "We coulda found another movi-mmph."

Kenny was cut short as Craig kissed him, working his arms under Kenny's to hold his waist.

"You were serious about the making out thing, huh?" Kenny said when Craig pulled away to kiss his neck.

"Mhm." Was the response he got.

Kissing Craig Tucker was probably Kenny's new favorite past time. He wasn't sure when exactly they moved but eventually they found themselves laying on the bed, casually kissing as if it was just as natural as breathing.

"Will you actually sleep over?" Kenny asked between kisses. They'd almost mastered the art of kiss conversations, managing to discuss anything and everything while filling the gaps with kisses.

"Sure." Craig answered. "But I gotta get up early, I work the morning shift."

"Boo, okay. Want me to come over for lunch?"

"...No."

Kenny grinned.

"You mean yes?"

Craig deliberately looked around the room as if ignoring Kenny but eventually mumbled, "Yes."

"M'kay." Kenny beamed, pressing his lips to Craig's again.

"Bring burgers." Craig said, his voice muffled by Kenny's mouth.

"Yes, dear." Kenny replied, moving to bite at Craig's bottom lip. "But for now, I'm gonna eat you."

Kenny nearly cackled at the expression that overtook Craig's features and the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"I didn't mean-...I mean...I can." Kenny smirked, knowing where Craig's mind had gone and the black haired boy lifted his arms to cover his face with a groan.

"For the love of fuck, don't say shit like that." Craig complained, but Kenny didn't think he was all too serious about it. He lifted himself up over Craig and shifted downwards and trailing his hands along Craig's sides and hips before moving to try undoing his jeans.

"Kyle's gonna get mad if he hears us." Craig pointed out.

"Then be quiet." Kenny returned, freeing Craig partially of his pants and moving his underwear down to join them around Craig's knees. He still wasn't the best at blowjobs, but Craig never seemed to mind and listening to him stifle noises with his palm pressed tightly over his mouth was enough.

Laying together afterwords was something Kenny had come to love as well. Craig wouldn't admit he liked it just as much, but he didn't really need to say it for it to be known. Both had gotten undressed at this point, laying under the sheet of Kenny's bed at Craig's request to be covered at least from the waist down.

Kenny was tracing pictures on the palm of Craig's hand, both of them close enough that they could turn to look at each other and find themselves kissing. Which definitely happened more than once.

"Hey," Craig whispered. Kenny wasn't sure why they were whispering, but he found himself replying just as quietly, as if talking too loud would somehow break the moment they were in.

"Yeah?"

"I...hmm." Craig paused and Kenny looked at him. Craig stared back for a second but something seemed to click in his head and he started to smile. He kissed Kenny again and finished, "Love you."

Kenny tried to stop the smile stretching his lips, but failed miserably.

"Love you too."