The Districts

CHAPTER 9

Kenny lets out a sigh as he comes to, sunlight shining brightly across his face and something heavy on his stomach. When he glances down, he's met with Craig's head and hand now resting there.

"Craig?" he asks.

Craig's eyes open as he tilts his head up, he stares at Kenny for a few seconds before turning his head into his stomach and taking in a deep breath then letting out a warm exhale from his mouth. He then runs his hand across Kenny's stomach, then to his lower side.

"Um, Craig? What are you doing?" Kenny asks confused, and props up onto his elbows.

What am I doing? Craig repeats the question in his mind. He wasn't quite sure, he had woken up at some point during the night and found himself wanting to rest his head onto Kenny's stomach and curl into a ball next to him. He found his scent to be so... inviting, that he couldn't help but want to get closer and press against him. And he was so warm too, much like what Craig felt like. A warmth that he should share with him since it was cold right? Yeah, that made sense.

"Warm..." Craig murmurs and looks up at him. "So warm."

He runs a hand up along Kenny's side again. Kenny gives another confused look, before Craig sits up, grabs his shoulders and pushes him back down to the floor.

"What are you-" Kenny goes to ask again, but stops when Craig moves and sits on top of him.

Craig's chest and stomach areas feel vaguely cold to him as the parka around him opens up. He notices Kenny's eyes seem to widen a bit and then travel down his body before quickly looking back up to his face. But he's much too focused on wanting more of Kenny's warmth, so he slides his hands under his shirt and pushes it up to his chest.

"Whoa-hey-Craig what are-" Kenny stops as Craig lets out a long sigh. "Are-are you sick or something? Your face is really flushed." he asks, and raises a hand up to Craig's forehead. "And you feel really warm." he murmurs.

Craig sighs again and grabs his hand as it moves to his cheek. He places another hand over Kenny's wrist and closes his eyes, turning his head into his palm. He kisses it once, before opening his mouth and running his tongue along the whole of his palm. He runs it up to his fingers and stops for a moment before sliding the middle finger into his mouth.

"Wait... No, are you... are you in heat right now?" Kenny asks a bit hesitantly.

But the only response he gets is a low hum as Craig slides another finger into his mouth as well. He starts to suck on them both then. Kenny's taste is nice and Craig only finds himself wanting more of it as he sticks Kenny's fingers further into his mouth, and his tongue plays between them. His hips start to move against Kenny's and he lets out a low moan as he continues to suck his fingers.

Kenny moves under him for a moment, trying to wiggle away before he grips at Craig's waist with his free hand and tries to stop his movements. Craig instead, moans around his fingers, the grip on him sending chills through his body. Kenny quickly pulls his hand free, and out of Craig's grasp and mouth, causing Craig to let out a small whine.

"Craig, get-get off of me," Kenny tells him.

"But you're so warm," Craig drawls and leans over him onto his hands, "and I thought that you liked morning rides," he smiles.

An expression that Craig can only describe as surprise and something else, crosses Kenny's face. Craig starts to move his hips again and Kenny quickly grips them with both hands. The quick tight grip makes Craig shudder and moan and he feels something drip below because of it.

"No, get off you're-this isn't-you shouldn't do this," Kenny quickly says.

Kenny pushes back and Craig ends up leaning away and back. He leans so far back, that Kenny gets a full glimpse of his now semi-harden cock and the slick dripping out of his hole and over his pants hidden crotch.