Kenny scoot his tray to one side of him, and leaned towards it, pulling his legs up on the opposite side. He was at least decent enough to keep his feet off of the edge. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a staff member shake his head in irritation, and it made him grin.

“They couldn’t spare enough.. supervision, anymore.” Kenny sneered, looking back to Craig as he ripped into his piece of bread. “It may or may not have had to do with a certain student who kept pulling other students away behind back alleys.”

He shut one of his eyes and looked over the piece of bread like a fake stupid gun, until he spotted a blond across the cafeteria that made him grin. “There’s one of the ones pulled,” Kenny commented airily. He made a kissy-face and winked at the poor boy, who flinched inwardly in a blush and started to visibly shake from the pressure of being watched. It made Kenny chuckle sadistically.

The staff member Kenny had noticed earlier had made his way over to their table and folded his arms, leering over him like he’d be intimidated. 

Kenny looked up at him slowly. “Can I help you, bro?”

“Feet. Off.” The man demanded simply. When Kenny wouldn’t budge, he took the liberty of shoving Kenny’s legs off of the table himself. “And fix the way you dress when you go back to your room. It’s disgraceful.”

“Don’t touch me,” Kenny said through a glare. He was, however, entirely ignored when the man turned to Craig.

“Tucker, right? We’re sorry to make you room with this kid, but he really isn’t someone you want to be hanging around with. Scum like him’s only gonna get you in a fine amount of trouble.”

Kenny’s expression went from pissed to nearly disgusted. Yeah, he was a pretty terrible influence, but this was someone who was actually hanging out with him. What fucking right did this douchebag have, coming over here to say shit? Kenny, however, kept his mouth shut. 

Craig watched Kenny eye the blond across the room. He couldn’t help but to think What a whore, but after a second of eyeing Kenny again, he added What a sexy whore. As long as Kenny was clean, he didn’t actually care how many people Kenny messed around with. The look on the poor blond kid’s face, though, made Craig wonder what exactly Kenny did to people. He always had willing participants… right?

Before he could properly think about how illogical that train of thought was, or comment on it at all, he was interrupted by some form of supervisor telling Kenny to get his feet off the table. Didn’t they have cleaning people for a reason? Kenny should have been able to put his feet wherever the fuck he wanted to.

And really, the dress code was fucking bullshit anyway. Why should they have to dress nicely just to eat? What if they got food all over their shirts or something? Then they’d have to buy new ones that that would be fucking obnoxious.

He raised an eyebrow when he was addressed, clearly unimpressed with this guys fucking attitude. Even though he’d just met Kenny, hearing a word like scum used to describe him pissed Craig the fuck off. He narrowed his eyes up at the man before dissolving into a more pleasant look.

In his most proper voice, he began to speak. “I’m sorry, sir, what was your name? Oh wait, never mind, I don’t actually give a shit.” He shook his head to dismiss the question before continuing. “I happen to like that asshole over there, and you talking down on him isn’t going to change my opinion. You need my respect before you can influence my opinion. And let me tell you, walking over here and acting like you’re hot shit is not going to earn you that.”

He glanced down at his unfinished food, his stomach still rumbling. Somehow, though, he didn’t want to stay in the cafeteria anymore. He took his tray, stood, and handed it to the man he’d been so offended by. He didn’t even look to see the man’s slacked jaw or wide eyes. He didn’t care.

“Come on, sweet cheeks, lets go be bad influences in the privacy of our own room,” he said, motioning for Kenny to follow him.

It would be a miracle if he actually go to stay in that school for long. That was the second teacher on his first day that he’d cussed at. Ah well. It would serve his stupid parents right for sending him there in there first place.

He started to walk away without looking to see if Kenny was following. He was fairly sure he could find his own way back if Kenny didn’t, though he was pretty sure Kenny wouldn’t want to sit there alone after that. Craig couldn’t really bring himself to care either way. He was pissed off and all he wanted was to get away from superior individuals.

Craig turned his eyes absently on the kids around them. Were they all really talking about Kenny and him? Like it was some big fucking deal? The way he could see them whispering, it made it seem like he was Kenny’s motherfucking property or something. Well he wasn’t. No, not at all. If anything, Kenny needed Craig a lot more than Craig needed Kenny.

Well, okay, maybe not a lot more, but definitely more. The only times Craig wasn’t able to control himself as well was when Kenny was actively touching him. And Kenny didn’t actively touch him unless Craig was taunting him. Well okay Craig taunted him a lot. Maybe he wanted Kenny to make him want him. Was that the purpose behind his attitude?

When they got to ‘Kenny’s table’ - or so Kenny had dubbed it - he just sat down without making an issue of it. He did, however, flip Kenny off for good measure. Kenny didn’t have to act like Craig was a fucking princess or something and present the table like that; what the fuck.

“So why can’t we eat outside?” he asked, before he could really think far enough ahead to know that he didn’t want to talk. He wanted to eat. And really, it was a stupid fucking question because it was too hot to eat outside anyways so he wouldn’t want to.

He watched his food instead of looking across the table at Kenny. His food was more interesting anyway, or so he was trying to make himself believe. He was fucking pissed at himself for thinking about it so much, but he really wondered how long they would actually last before they started humping like fucking rabbits. He could taste the tension, and he could physically feel the desire radiating off of Kenny. It wasn’t as prominent in that sea of people, thank God, but when they were alone - or talking at all, actually - he could feel it roll off Kenny in waves with the way they bantered.

He spooned at his soup before taking a bite of it, not bothering to test it first to see if it was too hot to eat. Thankfully, it wasn’t, considering they were the last kids in the cafeteria.

Kenny scoot his tray to one side of him, and leaned towards it, pulling his legs up on the opposite side. He was at least decent enough to keep his feet off of the edge. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a staff member shake his head in irritation, and it made him grin.

“They couldn’t spare enough.. supervision, anymore.” Kenny sneered, looking back to Craig as he ripped into his piece of bread. “It may or may not have had to do with a certain student who kept pulling other students away behind back alleys.”

He shut one of his eyes and looked over the piece of bread like a fake stupid gun, until he spotted a blond across the cafeteria that made him grin. “There’s one of the ones pulled,” Kenny commented airily. He made a kissy-face and winked at the poor boy, who flinched inwardly in a blush and started to visibly shake from the pressure of being watched. It made Kenny chuckle sadistically.

The staff member Kenny had noticed earlier had made his way over to their table and folded his arms, leering over him like he’d be intimidated. 

Kenny looked up at him slowly. “Can I help you, bro?”

“Feet. Off.” The man demanded simply. When Kenny wouldn’t budge, he took the liberty of shoving Kenny’s legs off of the table himself. “And fix the way you dress when you go back to your room. It’s disgraceful.”

“Don’t touch me,” Kenny said through a glare. He was, however, entirely ignored when the man turned to Craig.

“Tucker, right? We’re sorry to make you room with this kid, but he really isn’t someone you want to be hanging around with. Scum like him’s only gonna get you in a fine amount of trouble.”

Kenny’s expression went from pissed to nearly disgusted. Yeah, he was a pretty terrible influence, but this was someone who was actually hanging out with him. What fucking right did this douchebag have, coming over here to say shit? Kenny, however, kept his mouth shut. 

Kenny rolled his eyes at the comments and motioned to the lunchtable in the back before starting to walk towards it without him. Damn, this guy was sassy. It was obvious he wanted Kenny, why’d he have to be so snippy?

“The table back there is mine, no one sits there except me, and I usually eat outside, if I eat at all. Even though we aren’t supposed to.” Kenny walked passed the curious eyes and stunned stares without the bat of an eye. Some started to whisper, like he couldn’t hear them, but there was still a dull roar of normal conversation. Kenny caught few conversations that went along the lines of:

“So that’s the new guy.” “Kenny’s already gotten hold of him.” “Guess there’s another troublemaker…” “Another one? Oh god…” “Why do they keep accepting assholes?” 

To one of the people Kenny had noticed had their mouth covered with a hand to direct their whisper, he gave an intense stare as he walked. It shut the kid up, and a look of horror plastered on his face. When Kenny was passed him, he fell into a silent laugh and set his tray on the table and offered a hand to the seat across from him for Craig to sit. He even gave a smile as a “please.”

Craig turned his eyes absently on the kids around them. Were they all really talking about Kenny and him? Like it was some big fucking deal? The way he could see them whispering, it made it seem like he was Kenny’s motherfucking property or something. Well he wasn’t. No, not at all. If anything, Kenny needed Craig a lot more than Craig needed Kenny.

Well, okay, maybe not a lot more, but definitely more. The only times Craig wasn’t able to control himself as well was when Kenny was actively touching him. And Kenny didn’t actively touch him unless Craig was taunting him. Well okay Craig taunted him a lot. Maybe he wanted Kenny to make him want him. Was that the purpose behind his attitude?

When they got to ‘Kenny’s table’ - or so Kenny had dubbed it - he just sat down without making an issue of it. He did, however, flip Kenny off for good measure. Kenny didn’t have to act like Craig was a fucking princess or something and present the table like that; what the fuck.

“So why can’t we eat outside?” he asked, before he could really think far enough ahead to know that he didn’t want to talk. He wanted to eat. And really, it was a stupid fucking question because it was too hot to eat outside anyways so he wouldn’t want to.

He watched his food instead of looking across the table at Kenny. His food was more interesting anyway, or so he was trying to make himself believe. He was fucking pissed at himself for thinking about it so much, but he really wondered how long they would actually last before they started humping like fucking rabbits. He could taste the tension, and he could physically feel the desire radiating off of Kenny. It wasn’t as prominent in that sea of people, thank God, but when they were alone - or talking at all, actually - he could feel it roll off Kenny in waves with the way they bantered.

He spooned at his soup before taking a bite of it, not bothering to test it first to see if it was too hot to eat. Thankfully, it wasn’t, considering they were the last kids in the cafeteria.

Not much caring for what he actually eats, as long as it was food, he just copied what Kenny had gotten, adding a little bowl of vegetables to his own tray. He didn’t think just soup could fill him the way he needed to be filled.

Okay, his brain really needed to stop making perverted jokes.

He raised an eyebrow at Kenny’s interaction with the lunch ladies. It was so different from the way he’d interacted with the other teachers and students. …and also ironic because Craig had been friends with the lunch staff at his old school, too. They’d even helped him skip class a few times when I needed an out.

When he was introduced - and called almost as cute as Kenny, ha - he gave a kind of wave in greeting. Maybe these lunch ladies were just as cool as the ones back home and he should get in tight with them as well.

He started to follow Kenny and raised an eyebrow at the question. He hadn’t actually given any thought to where he was going to sit, but what made Kenny think Craig wanted to sit with him?

“What makes you think I want to sit with you?” he vocalized, continuing to follow Kenny anyway. Not even bothering to wait for a response, though, he added, “I don’t care where we sit, but I’m actually hungry so pick somewhere we’re not bound to get distracted.” He knew that Kenny would catch what he meant, and he’d on;y said it because he decided that his harassment was actually not over. No, it was too much fun to be over.

Kenny rolled his eyes at the comments and motioned to the lunchtable in the back before starting to walk towards it without him. Damn, this guy was sassy. It was obvious he wanted Kenny, why’d he have to be so snippy?

“The table back there is mine, no one sits there except me, and I usually eat outside, if I eat at all. Even though we aren’t supposed to.” Kenny walked passed the curious eyes and stunned stares without the bat of an eye. Some started to whisper, like he couldn’t hear them, but there was still a dull roar of normal conversation. Kenny caught few conversations that went along the lines of:

“So that’s the new guy.” “Kenny’s already gotten hold of him.” “Guess there’s another troublemaker…” “Another one? Oh god…” “Why do they keep accepting assholes?” 

To one of the people Kenny had noticed had their mouth covered with a hand to direct their whisper, he gave an intense stare as he walked. It shut the kid up, and a look of horror plastered on his face. When Kenny was passed him, he fell into a silent laugh and set his tray on the table and offered a hand to the seat across from him for Craig to sit. He even gave a smile as a “please.”

Kenny gave Craig a look. Didn’t he just say…

“Take a look around. I always get the same damn thing, so I don’t give a damn about the rest.” Kenny let go of Craig’s hand to spoon himself a small bowl of chicken noodle soup, and set the bowl and a piece of french bread on a tray. Moving down the line, he took a bottle of water and gave the lunchladies behind the counter a genuine smile and a thank you; something the other kids probably didn’t give them. 

Shit, they didn’t have to make three meals a day for all these snobby, bitchy ass kids.

“Who’s you’re friend there, Ken? I never seen his face before,” one of the ladies noted. Kenny and Craig were the last ones to get food, so they were all standing idly in conversation. The tallest of the women asked if Craig was new, and another noted that he was “almost as much of a cutie pie as you, Ken,” which earned a group giggle.

Kenny laughed along with them. “Yeah, this is the new kid, and my new roomate, Craig Tucker.”

Why Kenny was on such good terms with the food staff was a mystery even beyond him.

But hey, of anyone to be buds with, people who make food is a pretty good deal.

Kenny picked up his tray. The ladies were nice, but he didn’t want to waste any sort of Flirting With Tucker Time.

“Where you wanna sit? Do you like lunchtables, halls, or outside? I’d be all for heading back to the dorm, but I don’t want to deal with shit from people about dishes and shit.”

Not much caring for what he actually eats, as long as it was food, he just copied what Kenny had gotten, adding a little bowl of vegetables to his own tray. He didn’t think just soup could fill him the way he needed to be filled.

Okay, his brain really needed to stop making perverted jokes.

He raised an eyebrow at Kenny’s interaction with the lunch ladies. It was so different from the way he’d interacted with the other teachers and students. …and also ironic because Craig had been friends with the lunch staff at his old school, too. They’d even helped him skip class a few times when I needed an out.

When he was introduced - and called almost as cute as Kenny, ha - he gave a kind of wave in greeting. Maybe these lunch ladies were just as cool as the ones back home and he should get in tight with them as well.

He started to follow Kenny and raised an eyebrow at the question. He hadn’t actually given any thought to where he was going to sit, but what made Kenny think Craig wanted to sit with him?

“What makes you think I want to sit with you?” he vocalized, continuing to follow Kenny anyway. Not even bothering to wait for a response, though, he added, “I don’t care where we sit, but I’m actually hungry so pick somewhere we’re not bound to get distracted.” He knew that Kenny would catch what he meant, and he’d only said it because he decided that his harassment was actually not over. No, it was too much fun to be over.

Craig didn’t expect Kenny to grab his hand, but past the initial shock he didn’t pay it any mind. He didn’t give a fuck what people thought, and if people already thought they were gay then it gave them a pretty good fucking excuse to be skipping class.

“I don’t even like potatoes,” he said, allowing himself to be led by Kenny through the walks to the cafeteria. He flipped off the few students in the hallway that dared to gawk. What the fuck, was it really that odd to hold hands, anyway? Craig was fucking new; naturally someone would be showing him around.

Well. Actually. The administrators never assigned him a “buddy” or anything to show him around, so maybe he was expected to figure it out on his own after that meager tour. If that was the case, they’d better get a better fucking guy to give the tours because Craig seriously wanted to kill that asshole.

He refused to feel flustered as Kenny pulled him closer. Wasn’t walking together and holding hands enough? Why did they have to be close, too? Getting sexual was one thing, but holding hands and walking close together and junk… that was getting a little too personal and Craig wasn’t sure if he wanted that from Kenny.

He quickly wiped any thoughts of intimacy from his mind as they approached the actual food. He didn’t even notice his hand slipping from Kenny’s as he took the tray from him. “Uh, what is there? I don’t really care; what’s good?” he asked, looking over the line of food. It kind of looked like an assembly line, which was fitting, he supposed.

His stomached growled, and he was reminded once again that he hadn’t eaten since early that morning. He didn’t even eat lunch during all the hustle of moving in and getting to class.

Given their theme of the day, the thought passed through his mind to say something like “I’d eat your dick if you’d give it to me,” but he figured he’d harassed Kenny enough for the day. Well, at least for now. They were getting food, and that was serious mother fucking business.

Okay, not really, but he was hungry, and he didn’t want their sexual banter to get in the way of another meal.

Kenny gave Craig a look. Didn’t he just say…

“Take a look around. I always get the same damn thing, so I don’t give a damn about the rest.” Kenny let go of Craig’s hand to spoon himself a small bowl of chicken noodle soup, and set the bowl and a piece of french bread on a tray. Moving down the line, he took a bottle of water and gave the lunchladies behind the counter a genuine smile and a thank you; something the other kids probably didn’t give them. 

Shit, they didn’t have to make three meals a day for all these snobby, bitchy ass kids.

“Who’s you’re friend there, Ken? I never seen his face before,” one of the ladies noted. Kenny and Craig were the last ones to get food, so they were all standing idly in conversation. The tallest of the women asked if Craig was new, and another noted that he was “almost as much of a cutie pie as you, Ken,” which earned a group giggle.

Kenny laughed along with them. “Yeah, this is the new kid, and my new roomate, Craig Tucker.”

Why Kenny was on such good terms with the food staff was a mystery even beyond him.

But hey, of anyone to be buds with, people who make food is a pretty good deal.

Kenny picked up his tray. The ladies were nice, but he didn’t want to waste any sort of Flirting With Tucker Time.

“Where you wanna sit? Do you like lunchtables, halls, or outside? I’d be all for heading back to the dorm, but I don’t want to deal with shit from people about dishes and shit.”

Kenny stopped in the middle of buttoning his shirt. 

What, what? What did Craig say? Did he- Fucking shit. The sad part was, Craig was right. Kenny could have fucked him like twelve times by now.

…That may have been an exaggeration. 

Kenny grabbed his tie and laid it around his neck, without tying it, and rolled up his sleeves as he walked after him. “Dude, you make it sound like I’m legit desperate for you. And that’s so not even close to the truth.”

Okay, it was close to the truth. Especially now that he was staring at that ass again. The ass he could have had, but his pride kept him away from. But shit, Kenny couldn’t think about that now, not when Craig was about to take a wrong turn. 

“This way, sexy.” Kenny grabbed his hand and tugged him the right direction, but didn’t let go. It earned a very nasty look from one of the adults standing around, and it just made Kenny pull Craig closer. Out of “Haha, you can’t do anything,” or “Fuck you, asshole,” didn’t matter. This kid was Kenny’s. He’d get a bad reputation, and they’d be the dynamic fucking duo of the school.

Hopefully also in a literal sense of the phrase…

Kenny perked up when he remembered something that had nothing to do with the rest of his trail of thought. “Oh. Let me warn you, no matter how good it fucking looks, never ever eat the mashed potatoes. Ever. Trust me, just don’t.”

As they rounded a corner to the cafeteria, voices from the room and smells of the food wafted in their direction. More adults gave them sour looks, and a few kids who had decided to eat in the hallways gave shocked expressions to the connections of their hands. It made Kenny laugh outwardly and be even more committed to holding on to Craig.

“What sort of food you in the mood for? They usually have the option of main course or soup.” There wasn’t a line by the time they got there, and Kenny picked up a tray, offering it to the other.

Craig didn’t expect Kenny to grab his hand, but past the initial shock he didn’t pay it any mind. He didn’t give a fuck what people thought, and if people already thought they were gay then it gave them a pretty good fucking excuse to be skipping class.

“I don’t even like potatoes,” he said, allowing himself to be led by Kenny through the walks to the cafeteria. He flipped off the few students in the hallway that dared to gawk. What the fuck, was it really that odd to hold hands, anyway? Craig was fucking new; naturally someone would be showing him around.

Well. Actually. The administrators never assigned him a “buddy” or anything to show him around, so maybe he was expected to figure it out on his own after that meager tour. If that was the case, they’d better get a better fucking guy to give the tours because Craig seriously wanted to kill that asshole.

He refused to feel flustered as Kenny pulled him closer. Wasn’t walking together and holding hands enough? Why did they have to be close, too? Getting sexual was one thing, but holding hands and walking close together and junk… that was getting a little too personal and Craig wasn’t sure if he wanted that from Kenny.

He quickly wiped any thoughts of intimacy from his mind as they approached the actual food. He didn’t even notice his hand slipping from Kenny’s as he took the tray from him. “Uh, what is there? I don’t really care; what’s good?” he asked, looking over the line of food. It kind of looked like an assembly line, which was fitting, he supposed.

His stomached growled, and he was reminded once again that he hadn’t eaten since early that morning. He didn’t even eat lunch during all the hustle of moving in and getting to class.

Given their theme of the day, the thought passed through his mind to say something like “I’d eat your dick if you’d give it to me,” but he figured he’d harassed Kenny enough for the day. Well, at least for now. They were getting food, and that was serious mother fucking business.

Okay, not really, but he was hungry, and he didn’t want their sexual banter to get in the way of another meal.

Craig clenched his teeth together as Kenny ground against his ass. He thanked whatever the fuck God there was out there for the blanked that separated them because if he would have actually been able to feel Kenny’s dick… There would have been no stopping him with this morning horny.

He felt Kenny’s hot breath on his ear, and Kenny’s whispered - damn sexy - words in his ear. He shuddered lightly at the feeling of Kenny pressing in so close to him. Never in his fucking life had he ever wanted someone to fuck him as bad as he wanted Kenny to. Hell, Craig had never wanted to bottom for anyone, but he’d done it a few times. But fuck everything if he didn’t want to fucking feel Kenny inside of him.

And just like that, Kenny was gone again. He laid there, stunned at the absence for a few seconds, before pushing himself up by his arms and turning his head to look to where Kenny was dressing.

He managed to calm his excitement, thankfully - thankfully - not having gotten hard, and shoved the blanket form himself. He stood and stretched out his back with a satisfying pop. He made his way over to his own dresser and tried to fin clothes to redress himself again.

Feeling the need to get back at Kenny somehow for that little charade, he thought of something he could say, and he smirked as he realized that the truth is what would strike Kenny deepest. “You know, if you wouldn’t keep backing off at the last second like a pussy, you’d be balls deep by now,” he said, pulling his clothes out of his dresser.

He made a point, if Kenny was looking, to go commando as he pulled on a pair of his stupid dress pants. He was too lazy to find any others, and they were right there on top. Unfortunately, so was his dress shirt, so he slipped that on as well. He didn’t bother with the tie, though, or even buttoning his shirt all the way. It was just dinner; what were they going to do to him?

He shook out his sleep ridden hair and ran his fingers though it a few times. He never put too much effort into it; it just laid the way he wanted naturally, and the messy look was cool so whatever.

He walked passed Kenny toward the door, intent on making it on time for dinner, even if he didn’t know where it was. He was sure there’d be a few stragglers he could follow.

Kenny stopped in the middle of buttoning his shirt. 

What, what? What did Craig say? Did he- Fucking shit. The sad part was, Craig was right. Kenny could have fucked him like twelve times by now.

…That may have been an exaggeration. 

Kenny grabbed his tie and laid it around his neck, without tying it, and rolled up his sleeves as he walked after him. “Dude, you make it sound like I’m legit desperate for you. And that’s so not even close to the truth.”

Okay, it was close to the truth. Especially now that he was staring at that ass again. The ass he could have had, but his pride kept him away from. But shit, Kenny couldn’t think about that now, not when Craig was about to take a wrong turn. 

“This way, sexy.” Kenny grabbed his hand and tugged him the right direction, but didn’t let go. It earned a very nasty look from one of the adults standing around, and it just made Kenny pull Craig closer. Out of “Haha, you can’t do anything,” or “Fuck you, asshole,” didn’t matter. This kid was Kenny’s. He’d get a bad reputation, and they’d be the dynamic fucking duo of the school.

Hopefully also in a literal sense of the phrase…

Kenny perked up when he remembered something that had nothing to do with the rest of his trail of thought. “Oh. Let me warn you, no matter how good it fucking looks, never ever eat the mashed potatoes. Ever. Trust me, just don’t.”

As they rounded a corner to the cafeteria, voices from the room and smells of the food wafted in their direction. More adults gave them sour looks, and a few kids who had decided to eat in the hallways gave shocked expressions to the connections of their hands. It made Kenny laugh outwardly and be even more committed to holding on to Craig.

“What sort of food you in the mood for? They usually have the option of main course or soup.” There wasn’t a line by the time they got there, and Kenny picked up a tray, offering it to the other.

Kenny whined openly, rolling his hips against Craig’s ass. Kenny himself wasn’t hungry, but he knew he’d be bitched at for missing too many meals, and fuck, they were free, so what did it matter?

“But Craiggy,” he pouted through his words, “I want to play, and you didn’t wake up like I told you to…” He tried to sound genuinely sad that Craig had ignored him, but he still didn’t actually give a fuck. It gave him an excuse to fondle him, and by the way Craig shifted to guard himself, it was working.

Kenny breathed heavily in his ear again, “Please won’t you play with me…?” He knew the answer would be a no, so Kenny pulled away, and stood up from the bed. He sighed dramatically and went back to his dresser, “But of course you don’t, you’re such a meanie like that…”

Pulling on the first pair of boxers he grabbed, he dug in a separate drawer for a pair of shorts. They looked kind of similar to their uniform’s attire, just enough that he’d get scolded maybe, but not be made to go change. He went back over to his bed and tucked away his magazine before grabbing his shirt. 

“Come on, meanie, get out of bed, they’ll be out of bread by the time we get down there with your slow ass.” Kenny didn’t sound the least bit bothered by the rejection anymore, and it could throw into light that he wouldn’t have fixed the “problem” even if it had “risen.”

Craig clenched his teeth together as Kenny ground against his ass. He thanked whatever the fuck God there was out there for the blanked that separated them because if he would have actually been able to feel Kenny’s dick… There would have been no stopping him with this morning horny.

He felt Kenny’s hot breath on his ear, and Kenny’s whispered - damn sexy - words in his ear. He shuddered lightly at the feeling of Kenny pressing in so close to him. Never in his fucking life had he ever wanted someone to fuck him as bad as he wanted Kenny to. Hell, Craig had never wanted to bottom for anyone, but he’d done it a few times. But fuck everything if he didn’t want to fucking feel Kenny inside of him.

And just like that, Kenny was gone again. He laid there, stunned at the absence for a few seconds, before pushing himself up by his arms and turning his head to look to where Kenny was dressing.

He managed to calm his excitement, thankfully - thankfully - not having gotten hard, and shoved the blanket form himself. He stood and stretched out his back with a satisfying pop. He made his way over to his own dresser and tried to fin clothes to redress himself again.

Feeling the need to get back at Kenny somehow for that little charade, he thought of something he could say, and he smirked as he realized that the truth is what would strike Kenny deepest. “You know, if you wouldn’t keep backing off at the last second like a pussy, you’d be balls deep by now,” he said, pulling his clothes out of his dresser.

He made a point, if Kenny was looking, to go commando as he pulled on a pair of his stupid dress pants. He was too lazy to find any others, and they were right there on top. Unfortunately, so was his dress shirt, so he slipped that on as well. He didn’t bother with the tie, though, or even buttoning his shirt all the way. It was just dinner; what were they going to do to him?

He shook out his sleep ridden hair and ran his fingers though it a few times. He never put too much effort into it; it just laid the way he wanted naturally, and the messy look was cool so whatever.

He walked passed Kenny toward the door, intent on making it on time for dinner, even if he didn’t know where it was. He was sure there’d be a few stragglers he could follow.

Craig suddenly felt snug, and in his sleepy state it felt completely normal and cozy. It was nice, and he didn’t even notice anything wrong with it. Even as Kenny began to nibble on his ear, it merely seeped into his dreams and became… damn it became… hot.

He shifted in his sleep, hearing Kenny’s cooed words and quiet moans. He bit his lip when he felt Kenny’s hand through the blanket, rubbing at his inner thigh. He let out his own sleepy groan and his eyelids fluttered, but he wasn’t quite awake yet.

His name, in the most disgustingly, deliciously sultry voice, drifted into his ears, and that’s when he started to realize that it wasn’t coming from his dream. He wasn’t dreaming. Someone was really on him, and they were on him, touching him, moaning his name.

When the word please graced his awareness, he finally began to wake, blinking the sleep from his eyes. The massaging against his leg was slowly driving him mad since he was still too groggy and sleepy to distinguish much more than what he was feeling.

And what he was feeling was damn nice.

When he was finally able to see, and take in his surroundings, he noticed he was in his dorm room. That meant that only one person could be the one on top of him, and suddenly Kenny’s voice moaning his name that way, keening for him, resonated in his head, and went strait to his already hardening dick.

No no no, he couldn’t get hard, no think of gross things. Uh, his grandma’s tits, math, cow shit, his sister— that did it. There’s no way he could think of his little sister and get nasty with some guy.

“Get the fuck off me, McCormick,” he said in his croaky I-just-woke-up voice. With Kenny’s hand still pressing against him through the blanket, though, the image of his sister was slowly slipping away and the image of Kenny’s probably still naked body on top of his own was filling the void it left.

Holy fucking Hell, this was not what he wanted before dinner. They would never make it down there in time if they ended up fucking around; it wasn’t even about winning anymore, or holding out longest, or what the fuck ever. He was hungry.

He slowly brought his afflicted leg back down from his side, hoping that the blanket would prevent Kenny from reaching between his legs when he pressed them back together as he laid flat. His arms were still pinned to his chest, however, and he wasn’t thinking quite clearly enough to realize that he could push them off. His brain currently only had two tracks, and he wasn’t sure which was winning, but he kind of hoped it wasn’t food despite his protest.

Kenny whined openly, rolling his hips against Craig’s ass. Kenny himself wasn’t hungry, but he knew he’d be bitched at for missing too many meals, and fuck, they were free, so what did it matter?

“But Craiggy,” he pouted through his words, “I want to play, and you didn’t wake up like I told you to…” He tried to sound genuinely sad that Craig had ignored him, but he still didn’t actually give a fuck. It gave him an excuse to fondle him, and by the way Craig shifted to guard himself, it was working.

Kenny breathed heavily in his ear again, “Please won’t you play with me…?” He knew the answer would be a no, so Kenny pulled away, and stood up from the bed. He sighed dramatically and went back to his dresser, “But of course you don’t, you’re such a meanie like that…”

Pulling on the first pair of boxers he grabbed, he dug in a separate drawer for a pair of shorts. They looked kind of similar to their uniform’s attire, just enough that he’d get scolded maybe, but not be made to go change. He went back over to his bed and tucked away his magazine before grabbing his shirt. 

“Come on, meanie, get out of bed, they’ll be out of bread by the time we get down there with your slow ass.” Kenny didn’t sound the least bit bothered by the rejection anymore, and it could throw into light that he wouldn’t have fixed the “problem” even if it had “risen.”