After All This Time

• Two •

"Hey, Craig?" I ask not expecting an answer, I'm under the assumption that Craig is asleep.
"Yea?" I hear a mumbled reply.
"Is it lame to wear a shirt to sleep?" It sounds like a stupid question, and it is, but Craig has come to expect dumb questions from me.
"Yea.." He mumbles again, rolling over to face me. "It kinda is, why?"
"Fine, be that way." I fake pout and roll back over.
"Just take it off you lame-o." I hear him say with a bit of a chuckle, it's not like Craig to laugh but when he does it kills me, I can't help it, it's just so out of the ordinary that I find it adorable, it just catches me off guard I guess.
"What?" I laugh and turn back to him.
"Just take it off." He chuckles again. I was expecting a 'nothing' followed by him turning and going to sleep, you know, casual joking between two friends followed by nothing being awkward, but apparently that wasn't a joke. There's been plenty of times where I stayed the night at Craig's place but things have never escalated to this kind of thing, not that this is escalation, it's just a joke, I think. Actually, now that I think about it, I think we kissed when we were fifteen at a party or something. I sit up and I feel like I need one last clarification before I pull some weird shit.
"I'm sorry, Craig, what was that?" I ask pretending I'm joking.
"Psh, you're a lame-o." Craig replies and rolls his eyes. I take this as an 'I was being serious now do it now so we can fuck' kind of signal and did as I was told, removing my shirt and throwing it across the room.
"Can I stop being lame now?" I ask still joking for extra measure. There's a bit if a silence as Craig seems to study my body for a quick second.
"You can stop being lame and start being fucking hot is what you can do." He mutters, I froze for a minute and my heart did the same, please tell me that just happened. There was my clarification, that just happened and if this was a dream I'd surely off myself in the morning, not that it would do much anyway.
Craig sat up and crawled over to me, he sat down in front of me slightly leaned over my torso and we looked each other in the eyes as a silence crept over our surroundings, not an awkward silence but a silence of 'yea, this is happening, please get on to the banging.' Or at least that's what I interpreted the silence as, then again, sex is pretty much always on my mind.
Craig was pretty close to my face and I hadn't even noticed, I closed the gap and made for a sloppy kiss but this wasn't no romantic shit, we both knew where this was going and how it would end; This kind of thing repeating a few times giving us the official title of friends with benefits. As soon as our lips touched I felt his nose brush against mine, a tremble of warmth rushed down my back. My thoughts had become intense to say the least, I'm mildly ashamed to admit I had some pretty perverse thoughts running through my mind. I placed my hand on Craig's chest and I felt him shiver, I pushed him onto his back not breaking this lust filled exchange of a kiss. We finally broke away for a moment, I could hear Craig's breathing and feel it on my nose as I sat on my hands and knees over top of him, to try and break tension I pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes and thought of something dumb.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't extremely turned on right now.." I laughed.
"Oh I know." Craig said, likely referring to the hard on I had going, I turned a little red, of course he fucking noticed it'd be hard not to. "So am I though." He says quietly.
He wrapped his icy cold arms around my neck and I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle at his touch. Leaning back down our lips made hard contact again, though, it didn't last as long, I had some better plans. I moved downward and sucked lightly on the side of his neck, Craig had at some point thrown a pillow over his head, he tried to muffle his whimpers with it but a small sound was still made. I pulled away for a moment to think about how I'd brag to myself later about how I fucked Craig Tucker but just as I did so there was as slow creek heard from the far end of the room.
"Sh-shit." Craig's breathing was pretty uneven, he sounded startled, as was I, he quickly sat up and hugged the pillow to his chest. A bit of light shone through Craig's doorway which had been closed before, a figure stepped in, Craig's wonderful father.
"What the fuck is this?" He said, it wasn't a shout nor a yell but just a little louder than casual conversation volume. Craig didn't reply, I would've done so for him but I had no idea what to say in this situation 'it's not what it looks like, I absolutely did not intend to bang the shit out of your son whatsoever'.
"Glad to see I've got a faggot living under my roof." His father says, he sounded dissappointed, I figured he'd be angry but it didn't seem that way. His father then shook his head at us and walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.
"I thought your parents knew.." I mumbled turning to Craig, who looked like he didn't care but I could tell otherwise.
"Nope. They didn't know then, I didn't want them to know because this was the exact reaction I expected. Utter disappointment that their son doesn't think pussy is the greatest creation under the fucking sun." He said with levels of sarcasm only Craig can reach.
"I'm real sorry dude.." I can't help but feel guilty about this.
"Whatever man, they'll be disappointed in me but that's about it, he didn't catch us doing anything real bad so I can probably play this off like I was just testing shit out, experimentation and shit."
"I don't know how you can do that."
"Do what?"
"Lie to your parents, I've done it before but to something of that extent would kill me."
"Well when said parents don't look at you as their beloved son anymore because you'd prefer to suck a dick or two over getting several different women pregnant you kinda don't care what you say to them." Craig explains to me, I suppose it's just something I can't understand, but I don't know how to reply to that, being cold to my parents in particular seems wrong, then again I'm not, nor have I ever been in a situation where I've had to take such drastic measure just to be sure I don't disappoint them.
"Do you need me around right now? Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm sure my father will be back up after telling my mother I'm a homo to tell you to leave anyway."
"A-alright.." I stammer as I get up and throw my shirt back on, I'm so glad we don't live far from each other, it's also been a lot nicer out lately.
"Your window isn't a very far drop.. I really don't want to face your father after that shit.." I chuckle trying to lighten him up. Craig gives a faint smile which is more than I usually get so I figure he must really be okay, for the moment at least.
"Hey." I say standing by the window attempting to unlock it. Craig hums in response and turns his head to me, he's sitting against the wall still hugging his pillow. "I'll be around if you need consoling you know, just let me know if shit gets too much for you.. We're still friends" I lean over the end of his bed so I can be sure he's paying attention. "I think.." I know we were just about to get it on but I don't want that to change things so much, it might be a little weird but I still want us to be best friends.
"Yes, Ken, we're still best friends, and yea, I know you'll be around if I need you, you always are.." That's one of the most touching things I've ever heard from Craig, even if it was all said in a monotone voice. I blush a bit and promptly leave hitting the ground outside and making my way home.