South Park: "Let Me Violate You" (Craig/Kenny) CHAPTER 4
Title: Let Me Violate You
Chapter: Four
Fandom: South Park
Characters/Pairings: Kenny/Craig, Craig Tucker, Kenny McCormick
Rating: R
Narrative: Craig's POV, first person
Genre: Romance
Length: 5 chapters
Warnings: Language, slash and mild sexual situations
Spoilers: Up to series 12, "Pandemic". Only a slight mention.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park
Author's Note: Part 4.
Summary: When Craig agreed to go to a party with Kenny, he hadn't realised what Kenny's motives were. Part 4.
CHAPTER FOUR
This was all going so fast. Minutes ago had I been only been considering this, before that I had been hating the guy’s guts, and now here he was, waiting for something, anything to happen. He seemed utterly confused. He obviously did not know what was about to happen, yet, neither did I.
“Um, hi.” Kenny said again. I looked up at him, and obviously my expression was showing my own reservations about the situation because he suddenly seemed quite nervous. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you? Make it quick, please. I’d rather be back here before the night is over.” I still was incapable of saying anything.
What the fuck was going on? I wasn’t really going to do this, right? I’m Craig Tucker, absolutely straight. Now I’m standing here, thinking about kissing my male friend. He’d obviously sobered up in the past while, as he wasn’t nearly as wobbly or jumpy as he had been before. In fact he was standing up straight, seemingly in control of himself. I didn’t know if I was pleased about that or not. He wants it, so he won’t mind whether he’s sober or smashed, but maybe it would be better if he did not remember any of this at all. I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea about me - it was just an experiment, right? Oh fuck, I’m actually going to do this. What has happened to the world.
“Are… you okay?” Kenny looked really worried now, but I could understand that. I’d be concerned too if I’d been called out just to stand there to watch someone… think.
Fuck. I walked towards him slowly, looking him up and down. I was going to do this. This was a good idea, I kept telling myself. Once I was standing what I thought was close enough, I sighed again. I rubbed my palms together nervously. Fuck, now I know how Tweek feels. I don’t think I’d felt this nervous before - I was supposed to be the tough one. Yet, I’m standing in front of a friend, not even an enemy, and I’m fucking nervous. Kenny looked really concerned now, as if he wasn’t sure if he should just run for his life. I reached up and put a hand on the back of his head. From the look on his face, it looked like he assumed I was going to suddenly smash his face into the ground or something.
“Craig?” I heard him swallow loudly.
“I just want to… try something.” I whispered, before pulling Kenny’s face down to mine. I’d decided that if it was quick, then it would be completely painless, so that’s what I did. I pressed my lips to his softly, only giving a light pressure, before pulling away. After I broke the kiss, I dropped my arms to my sides and took a step backward.
Now, that was odd. Not what I’d expected. I’d expected… his lips to taste weird. For them to feel foreign to me. But they didn’t, at all. They felt… nice. A little rougher than I was used to, yes, but still nice. There wasn’t really another word I could use to describe it, but…‘nice’. I’d spent most of the kiss trying to stop being nervous rather than analysing it. I’ll admit, his lips tasted mostly of alcohol, but that wasn’t something I hadn’t tasted before. It was all familiar, rather than extraordinary or different. That shocked me more than anything.
My expression must have been nothing compared to Kenny’s now. His eyes were wide, accompanied by a slightly agape mouth. His hands swung stupidly at his sides while he stood completely still. He stayed like that for a whole minute, before blinking a few times in succession and turning back to me, as if seeing me for the first time. Then he smiled. Well, ‘smiled’ is not the right word. ‘Smirked’ would be more suitable. He looked pretty fucking proud of himself, which irritated me. I was about to punch him for looking so smug, when he, just as suddenly as I had done, grabbed my neck and pulled me in for another kiss.
It was different this time. Not at all chaste. He was quick to start using his tongue, beginning with tracing my lips with it. He wasted no time. Then he bit my bottom lip gently, before kissing it again. Through no thought of my own, my lips opened and his tongue happily entered. Kenny started exploring my mouth as if it was some complicated puzzle he had to solve. I’m sure I must have passed out at some point. I had never had someone stick their tongue so far down my throat as this before. It was…exciting. And stimulating. My tongue was playing with his when conscious thought finally returned to me, and I realised that my hands were gripping his forearms and I could feel myself getting hard against his leg. I did not want to give Kenny the satisfaction of knowing that he was making me react like that, so I reluctantly pulled away. I gasped as I did so, and let go of him completely. All I could do was stare at him.
Fucking hell. That was like nothing I’d experienced before. I’d made out with girls before, yeah. But that was different. Kisses before had always been kind of clumsy and awkward. Kenny knew exactly what he was doing, and that certainly made it more interesting. Oh god. I can’t believe… I enjoyed it that much. That was something else I did not expect. Fuck.
Kenny just stood there, looking at me, beaming his face off. I would have hated him for looking so smug before, but now, I felt pretty fucking pleased myself. I grinned back at him, it must have looked quite perverse, but I don’t care.
“What was that for, then?” Kenny asked.
“It was an experiment.” I replied simply. He did not seem disappointed by my answer, he just moved closer to me and wrapped his arm around my back.
“And? Were the results good?” He leered at me then.
“Fucking awful.” I leaned in to kiss him again.