Supalonely .:Staig:.

UGH!

 I pulled at the flaps of Craig's blue chullo hat, holding him place as my lips danced with his. His hands ran down my sides, his nails bit into my skin once they reached my hips, and it earned a soft sound from my lips. I never was one for letting things get rough, but I wanted him to be rough with me. My body seemed to ache for Craig's piano-like fingers to leave bruises, scratches, marks, anything, on me. I wanted so much more.

Craig's left hand snaked under the back of my shirt, grazing his nails on my skin in a teasing manner. He knew I wanted him to scratch the living shit out of me; something Wendy and I never did. I was always so soft with her, and she was with me. Yet, with Craig I wanted that roughness. It only made sex with him feel like he was truly loved and wanted.

He rolled his hips into mine in unison, our lips bruised with each kiss, and our hands tangling into one another. We were trying to be ever so quiet in the janitor's closet, but Craig made it so terribly difficult. He moved away from my lips to my shoulder, biting into the flesh as if I were a meal. I immediately pulled my hat down to bite onto the red puff ball, whimpering in pleasure.

"Stan~" Craig whispered into my ear once he removed his teeth from my now bruising shoulder. "Wake up, babe."

I opened my baby blues. "Huh? What?"

"Wake up," Craig's voice sounded so far away even though he was right in front of me.

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I opened my eyes as I was being shaken by Kyle. What the hell?

"Yo, wake up, dude! Study hall is over," Kyle said. "We're going to be late to lunch, and it's burrito day!"

I rubbed my eyes with grogginess. I had to stop dreaming about Craig like that, but it was so hard. Especially after our crazy encounter in his bedroom.

Together, we walked to the cafeteria, got our food, and sat at the table with Kenny and Cartman. Cartman looked up at us with at least ten burritos on his tray while one sat between his lips. He smirked at us as the beans spilled from his lips.

"So, gaywads, I was thinking we play a funny trick on the student council this Friday at the baseball game. Not sure about the prank since Ken and I can work on that. You two hippies would be the distractions," Cartman explained with an evil look in his eyes.

As the conversation deepened, I found myself staring at Craig's table. Craig's gang, as I called it, seemed to be in a heated discussion. Craig's hands flew up in rage then slammed down with a slapping sound while Clyde in return raised his hands in the air. Tweek looked at the duo, trembling. Token slammed his palm on his forehead then pointed to Craig while looking to Clyde.

Clyde suddenly burst into tears and began to wail over the roar of chatter in the cafeteria, no one really paid mind to the brunet. Craig rolled his eyes, flipped Tweek, Token, and Clyde off, and rushed out of the room, slamming his tray into the trash.

I played with the strings on my hoodie then looked to Kyle, "Bathroom. Be right back, bro."

Kenny and Cartman looked at me then continued to discuss how they'd get me to distract Wendy away from her duties, so they could slip crickets into the donation box for project prom. I didn't really care. I was curious about what happened at Craig's table. What the fuck happened?

Once I escaped and walked down the hallway, I stopped immediately hearing Craig's voice. He slammed his hand into a locker then rushed into the boy's bathroom. I followed after like a lost puppy.

"Fuck this place!" he yelled loudly. "Get out of here, Bradley!"

I watched as Bradley scurried away in fear of being hurt by Craig. I only inched further into the room, not worried about being hit. I could take care of myself.

Craig was leaned over the sink with his hands clasping the porcelain bowl, his upper lip was curled in anger. He turned to look at me with a tiny growl, or so I heard. "Why the hell are you in here, Marsh?" he demanded.

"It's a bathroom, Tucker. Can I not pee in a public school bathroom?" I bit back with an eye roll.

Before I could even step out, Craig was in front of me. He grabbed me by the collar with both hands, pulling me close so our faces were merely a few inches apart.

"If you could not be a fucking smart ass right now that would be fucking fantastic!" he growled, his grip on me tightened.

I bit my lower lip as I remembered my dreams of him and I kissing, but I couldn't. Not right now when he was holding me by my fucking shirt! I put my hands on his with a nervous laugh.

"I'm not trying to be, dude. Could you let me go please?" I asked, trying to lighten my tone of voice. "Why are you so mad anyway?"

He shoved me against the wall but did not release me; his grip was so tight his knuckles were white. The taller male let out a shaky breath as his eyes locked onto mine. It was as if time had stopped as we took in each others presence. He licked his lips with a hungry look that overtook his deep green eyes.

"It doesn't matter anymore," he whispered while one of his hands snaked their way behind my neck. He leaned down, pressed his lips to mine, and pulled me close to his body.

I gasped against his lips as my arms wrapped around his neck, fingers lacing under his hat and into his hair. He pulled me into the larger stall of the bathroom, locking the door with a soft click. I was embarrassed to even think or say this, but I hadn't really kissed anyone like this in so long that it was hard for me. I was such a shitty kisser. Great.

Craig's knee shoved between my legs almost forcefully, but I let it happen. My body was betraying me. I was finding myself so easily aroused by this, but I had to stop this. We were at school, and he was not my boyfriend. I gasped and wheezed softly as we parted for just a moment, foreheads pressed together. He smirked and kissed my nose.

"Craig," I wheezed with a crackling voice. "What's going on?"

"What do you think is going on?" he asked me.

That pissed me off right away. Really? I glared then shoved him away from me.

"You're really doing this shit? I'm not some play-thing! I have feelings and I don't have time to deal with a fuck boy!" I argued, clearly pissed off.

"Marsh, I like you. I've told you," he answered.

"If you liked me then why do you keep kiss and shove me away from you?"

"Okay, I wasn't sure at first. When we first kissed, I thought you were fucking around with me when you kissed me but you keep giving me goo-goo eyes," he explained with a shake of his head. His hat was crooked and his hair was sticking out of it crazily.

"Tucker, I wasn't fucking with you. You still haven't answered any of my damn questions. Why are you so mad and what are we doing?" I asked.

He was about to answer when the door swung open then shut. A soft voice could be heard, Tweek, "Cr-Craig? Craig, you in here? I-I-I wasn't trying to, gah, make you and Clyde fight about Pete wanting to sit with us. Ah! I just thought you'd be civil with him."

I stared at him in disbelief. If Tweek took another step, he'd surely see two pairs of shoes in a stall, together. Yeah, Tweek was seeing Pete but it would look really bad since I was a closet bisexual. FUCK.

"Oh, you're good," he answered, pressing a finger to my lips. "I just don't want him at our table. We can talk about this tonight at the coffee shop, okay?"

"Alright. Sounds, ngh, good," Tweek said cheerfully, twitching as he left the bathroom.

I shook my head at Craig with a slight eye roll.

"Let's just talk about this after my talk with the gang, okay?" he suggested to me.

"Fine. Call me on discord," I said shaking my head.

We both stared at each other awkwardly then he walked out first then I followed suit.