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Author's Note: Sorry for keeping you all waiting for this installment but stuff happens. Life, writer's block, that whole story but just because those were obstacles didn't mean I gave up on this. So, without further ado, I bring you the sequel to Second Place. Enjoy.

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Second Class

Merry Chonaka!

Kyle could only stare at the wrapped parcel that he had been given the moment he had walked into South Park High. Craig Tucker stood before him with his hands behind his back like a little school girl and was smiling brightly at him like a 100-megawatt bulb.

Yeah, the Jew was not going to tell his boyfriend that he had misspelled Hanukkah and added the wrong greeting to it. It was Happy Hanukkah, not this atrocious spelling mistake. But it was the thought that counted, he had to admit. This was the time of year that he dreaded.

Christmas.

The time of year where his friends would forget all about him and be swept up in the whirlwind that was the Christmas season. He would often find himself all alone and outcasted by his peers because of his religious beliefs and every year he would grow even more bitter. He never failed to notice that the moment December 25 became December 26, his “friends” would suddenly remember that he was around and come demanding where he had been all that time. Except for Kenny, that is. Kenny’s family was too poor to get Christmas gifts but that didn’t stop the Jew from at least making sure the blond had his fair share of the season.

So yeah, the very moment that he now was currently in had been the one thing he had least expected to happen since…since…well damn he couldn’t think of anything, it was that surprising.

Mentally, he noted that today was the first day of Hanukkah. Now how did Craig know that?

“Well?” Craig asked giddily. “Aren’t ya gonna open it?”

Blinking in surprise, he looked up at his larger boyfriend. “Now?”

“Yeah now,” Craig confirmed.

Only blinking once this time, Kyle was getting a hold of his usual calmness. “I usually open my Hanukkah gifts at home, with my family.”

“So you’re not going to open it?” the raven-haired teen asked, almost disappointed.

“Of course I am, just not at school,” Kyle told him. “Tell you what, how about you come home and have dinner with me and my family?”

This time being the one surprised, Craig smirked down at him. “That sounds nice. Why not? Maybe I can find out what’s up with all those fucking candles.”

“The candles,” Kyle repeated smoothly. “You mean the menorah. Yeah, I can tell you about that later, if you want. Oh yeah, one more thing, I hope you have seven more gifts ready.”

Blinking rapidly, Craig lost his smirk as he fumbled to ask, “Wha? Seven?”

“Hanukkah lasts for eight whole days, each day starting at evening because that’s when the Jewish day usually starts,” Kyle explained to him. “For each of those eight days, a person receives a gift. That means at least eight gifts for each day from the giver to the receiver.”

“Damn,” Craig said, still blinking. “You mean I have to get you seven more things?”

“You don’t have to,” Kyle told him earnestly. “The fact that you knew it was Hanukkah and you let me know it is enough for me.”

“No, I want to do this right,” Craig told him determinedly. “I’ll come over for dinner, when’s that by the way?”

“The same time it always is,” Kyle answered. “I thought you would know at least that.”

“Hey, I’m still getting the hang of this thing,” he defended himself as he slipped his arm around the Jew’s shoulders and began to walk him to the cafeteria where the others would be. “I’ll be ready next year, promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Kyle said, looking down at his present.

“I thought that you knew that I don’t do that,” Craig gently rebuked him, leaning down to lay a small kiss on his forehead.

“Sorry,” Kyle said, flushing guiltily.

---

On the first day of school, if somebody had told Stan Marsh that he would hate his best friend’s guts before Christmas, he would have laughed his ass off and directed the unfortunate soul to the nearest insane asylum. Since this was South Park, there was a place like that close by…

Now it was nearly Christmas and he was glaring balefully at his former best friend as he caught sight of the unruly mop of red hair. His charming blue eyes hardened and narrowed, his nostrils flared open like a bulls, his teeth clenched together tightly, and his fists clenched together so hard that he was getting white knuckles. Had he taken a look at himself, he would have been appalled at the hatred that now radiated in waves off him.

At first, he had hoped that this was only some weird phase that Kyle was going through and that it wouldn’t last much longer. Any day now, the redhead would be crawling back to him, begging his forgiveness, yadda yadda yadda… But that hadn’t happen yet. If anything, Cartman, the fat fuck, was accusing him of being a jealous queer. Normally, that would have been shrugged off but it was just more salt in the wound as Kyle continued to date the school’s asshole and his rival in sports. Then there was Kenny. The manwhore himself actually supported this relationship, always telling them to try out some sort of position or a trick that the couple would report later to be “totally worth it.”

If there was one thing that the Marsh boy refused to think of, it was Kyle and Craig fucking each other. He did not need those mental images, thank you very much!

Anyway, there wasn’t really anything he could do to break the couple up. Craig was not somebody who you fucked with and Kyle could hit hard…really hard as he recalled their last fight with each other, absently rubbing his stomach. Still, just because he couldn’t do anything about it didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Seriouslah,” Cartman’s voice suddenly cut into his thoughts, “you need ta stop lookin at those two fags and come out already, queer. This is really gettin old.”

“Shut it fatass,” the Marsh boy snapped, turning to glare at said fatass.

“Then get over yaself or something,” Cartman only shrugged in reply. “I hate Kyle just like everybody else but I’m not gonna go queer for him eitha.”

Stan only growled in anger, his eyes not lifting from the couple sitting a ways from him.

---

“I think those Jews are on to something.”

Craig blatantly ignored the nasally sound of Clyde’s voice, preferring to focus more on what else to get Kyle. Currently, he was staring at sets of scented candles, hoping that the wax blocks could inspire something in him. Behind him stood the jittery figure of Tweek as the caffeine addict held the only two purchases, consisting of a magnifying glass and a blue and gold scarf that had a Star of David on it, he had bought today as gift items for his lovely Jew. The blond was careful not to drop anything, especially since Craig had threatened to rip off his ballsack if he should.

“I mean, seriously,” Clyde continued, “eight days of presents? We only get one day to get presents. Maybe we’ve been doing everything wrong?”

Ragweed scented candles? What the hell did ragweed smell like? Craig wondered. It looked like you could find anything if you looked in the right places. Finally settling on a group of strawberry scented candles, he had them rung up and led himself and his friends back out into the North Park Mall. Okay, that was three things. He needed to find four more but what else could he get for Kyle that he would like? Man, he had never been in a bind like this since…well, since his mom made him buy a Christmas and a birthday present for their neighbor Jesus Christ a few years back.

“Maybe you should become a Jew too,” Clyde said. “Then you could get a lot of presents every Christmas.”

“It’s Hanukkah,” Craig corrected absently as he thought of where to go next.

Picking up on Craig’s thoughts, Tweek spoke aloud, suggesting, “Maybe you could get him some coffee?”

“No Tweek, I’m not getting him coffee for Hanukkah,” Craig said. “It’s got to be something special…eh…more special than coffee. It’s gotta have some meaning to it.”

“That sounds gay,” Clyde remarked.

“I am gay,” Craig replied, crossed.

“Oh yeah,” Clyde said, as if realizing something.

“Hey Craig!” a chipper voice called out, soon followed by what seemed to be an orange blur. That orange blur turned out to be a certain pervert blond that everybody knew as Kenny McCormick, the infamous playboy himself. “What brings you out here?” the blond chirped curiously. “I’d thought you’d still be with Kyle.”

“Eh, Craig’s going all fag on us,” Clyde answered before Craig could. “He’s getting Kyle some Christmas gifts, or something.”

“But Kyle doesn’t celebrate Christmas,” Kenny pointed out, confused.

“It’s Hanukkah,” Craig stated. “Since it last eight days and Kyle said I had to give a gift for each day, I’m trying to get the other seven things, Kenny. Think you could help me out?”

“How about some massage stuff?” Kenny suggested, a leer appearing on his face. “You know, for those hard days where all you want to do is lay down and do nothing? Also, I hear that stuff can be used as lube.”

Craig nodded his head. That sounded like a good idea to him. He could picture it now: Kyle lying on his bed, himself rubbing his hands all over his Jew’s back with the massage gel, then pounding his ass into the mattress…more than enough to make him drool…

“Craig? You got a little drool…yeah…” he heard Clyde say to him and he blinked eyes as he refocused back into reality.

Using the back of his hand to wipe off the drool, he asked, “Okay, massage gel, anything else you can think of?”

“Kennah! What da hell?!”

Jerking his head towards the unfortunately familiar voice, Craig glowered at the sight of Eric Cartman as the fat tub of lard waddled up behind the blond sex addict. Not even thinking about it, he flipped the fatass off.

“Ay! Did you just flip me off Craig?!” Cartman demanded.

“Give the stupid asshole a prize!” Craig exclaimed.

“Cartman? What the hell are you—oh, Craig.”

Well, well, well, it looks like Stan Marsh decided to show up and man did he not look happy.

“Stan,” Craig acknowledged.

“Guys, c’mon!” Kenny protested.

“What are you doing Kenny?” Stan demanded, turning his glare to the poor kid.

“Geez, I was just talking with them, is that a crime?” Kenny answered exasperatedly.

“Yeah, it is,” Stan replied, no little anger in his voice. “Come on. Wendy’s waiting for us.”

“Oh yes, lets obey da dominatrix ho, fag,” Cartman commented, reminding everyone that he was there.

“Shut it Cartman!” Stan glared.

“Just do what the fatass says and go back to your slave driver,” Craig said, returning Stan’s glare back to him once more. “I’ve got better things to do than to fight with you, Marsh.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re queer?” Stan taunted.

“Don’t talk about him like that,” Clyde jumped in, ready to help defend his friend.

“How can you stand to be near him?” Stan demanded, turning to Clyde now. “Doesn’t it make you sick that Craig is fucking a guy?”

“Not really,” Clyde said.

“Stop trying to steal my best friend,” Craig added.

“Hey, that didn’t stop you from stealing mine!” Stan hissed.

“I didn’t steal Kyle from you,” Craig seethed, insulted by his rival’s audacity. “You abandoned him long before he started hanging out with us.”

“That’s right,” Clyde agreed.

“You’ll just have ta excuse Stan,” Cartman butted in. “He’s reallah just jealous that you got ta Kyle before he could. Needs ta get that sand out of his vagina if yous know what I mean.”

“Fuck you Cartman!” Stan nearly roared.

“It’s the truth,” the fatass shrugged but everyone could see his malicious smile.

“Really?” Craig picked up, eyeing Stan. “You really jealous of me Marsh?”

“Of course not!” Stan retorted quickly. “Why would I be jealous of a second place loser like you?”

“Maybe it’s because I got to home base with Kyle and you haven’t even gotten to first with him?” Craig taunted, earning a laugh from Clyde and a nervous chuckle from Tweek.

“Fuck you Craig,” Stan swore, his glare on the other teen increasing ten fold.

“Maybe Cartman’s right,” Kenny said in wonder. “Maybe you really are jealous.”

“Shut up Kenny!” Stan exclaimed and pushed the blond back.

Being as this was Kenny, the teen stumbled back from Stan’s push and fell into the nearby fountain. His head struck the bottom of it and blood began to flow out of him. In a manner of minutes, the fountain was flavored with blood.

Stan could only stare for a second until he cried out, “Oh my God! I killed Kenny!”

Not a moment later, Stan’s phone suddenly rang, alerting the football jock that he had received a text message. Strangely enough, the message came from Kyle of all people and it simply read:

You bastard!

---

“Hey there Handsome,” Kyle greeted as he opened the door to allow Craig, who was holding a duffel bag in one hand, to come in. “You took your sweet time coming.”

“Had to take care of some things,” Craig shrugged, wrapping his free arm around the redhead’s waist and bringing him close. “So, kosher boi, what’s on the menu for tonight?”

“Just a hardy meal of matza ball soup with some of my mom’s delish latkes,” the Jewish boy answered flippantly, nearly drooling at the mentioning of latkes. “Of course, I have a good idea what I want for dessert,” he hinted at, his eyes glowing lustfully as they looked up and down Craig’s clothed body suggestively.

From that look alone, Craig felt his body shudder but he knew he had to rein his hormones in. After all, he was in the house of Sheila Broflovski, the bitchiest bitch in all of South Park and it would be a very bad thing if the bitch caught them both in a compromising position in the middle of the living room.

He didn’t want to be separated from his little kosher boi so soon…

However, there was the unexpected, “Kyle, stop making goo goo eyes at your boyfriend,” that was voiced and Craig found an uncharacteristic blush spreading on his cheeks as he realized that Kyle’s father was in the same room as them, sitting in his easy chair and reading a newspaper, not looking as if his eyes had even left it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kyle whispered into his ear as best as he could. “He’s cool.”

That was reassuring. At least he hoped it was reassuring.

That was when Kyle’s younger brother, Ike, passed by. The adopted Canadian didn’t even glance at him but greeted him with a “Hey Craig.” The boy continued over to the television set where the Canadian flicked over to some political debate and proceeded to ignore everything else.

“It’s that time already?” Kyle mumbled to himself.

Despite the fact they had been going out for a couple months already, Craig was still bewildered by the Broflovski family’s habits. At least, he was bewildered by the males, the only female there was one he could have done without.

That morning after he had popped Kyle’s cherry, the Jew had dragged him to his house and both boys had to endure the brunt of the Jewish woman’s fury and over exaggerated worry. Kyle’s mother then proceeded to give him the evil eye whenever he was over, believing that he was corrupting her poor little boy’s innocence, or something like that. If she only knew… Lately, she seemed to have gotten used to his presence since just a few minutes after Ike came in, Sheila popped her head out of the kitchen.

Even though her eyes narrowed slightly at Craig and how close he was to her son, she nonetheless greeted her “bubbulah” and asked for some help in making tonight’s dinner.

Unable to refuse the sugar coated order, Kyle gave Craig a helpless look and followed after his mother, leaving Craig alone in the lion’s den with the rest of the Broflovski family.

“Don’t look so tense,” Gerald Broflovski suddenly piped up, his eyes not leaving his newspaper. “Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Sheila’s like a shark with blood; once she gets a whiff of your fear, she eats it up.”

“Thanks…I think,” Craig said, a bit thrown off his game but taking the Broflovski patriarch’s advice and taking a seat on the couch.

---

Dinner had started off as a tense affair, at least it was until Craig had complemented Sheila on her culinary skills and embarrassed the hell out of her when she tried to downplay it. It was a tactic that worked with Clyde and Tweek’s moms, why should it be any different with Kyle’s?

After proving that the Broflovski matriarch wasn’t the exception to the rule and suffering from the woman’s mothering attention when opening Hanukkah gifts, he had finally managed to get Kyle away from the rest of his family and into his room so that he could open his gift.

It was needless to say that Kyle was stunned when he opened the box.

“Craig?”

“Yes?”

“Is this what I think it is?”

“Uh huh.”

“Craig?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you get me a dildo?”

Craig barely restrained himself from laughing out loud but he did let a chuckle escape. Oh, his poor, innocent, little kosher boi…

“That’s not a dildo, Kyle,” he answered. “It’s a vibrator. You know, to use when I’m not here?”

Kyle’s face was tomato red as he continued to stare down at the sex toy. Whether it was in embarrassment of in righteous fury, Craig did not know, but he thought it wouldn’t hurt if he cuddled up behind his boyfriend and nibble at his ear.

“Craig?” Kyle’s voice spoke up, cracking.

“Yeah?”

“Is sex the only thing you think about?”

“No, I think about you and how cute you look when you blush or when you get pissed off and your nose scrunches up,” Craig murmured into the side of his head, lightly planting a kiss on Kyle’s cheek. “I just love it when you overreact.”

“I don’t overreact,” Kyle pouted, putting the vibrator back in its box and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yes you do,” Craig purred, sliding a hand underneath Kyle’s shirt.

“Craig!” the Jew hissed. “My parents!”

“Won’t hear a thing,” Craig breathed into his ear, “as long as you don’t get too loud. Now, let’s break in that toy of yours.”

“You planned all this, didn’t you?” Kyle accused, his resolve crumbling.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Craig teased as he pushed Kyle onto his bed and topped him.

“But I have no lube,” Kyle whined as the larger teen attacked his neck, nipping and suckling at it.

“Got it covered,” Craig replied. “Just relax and stop resisting. You know you want to.”

“But my family…” Kyle protested weakly.

“Shush, let me make you feel good,” Craig said and captured the Jew’s lips, silencing any further protests.

It was an intimate dance that they were used to, one in which Kyle immediately submitted and Craig dominated. As usual, Craig would just start with putting pressure on Kyle’s lips, nipping and sucking at them before venturing his tongue out into the redhead’s mouth. He greedily swallowed any noises that attempted to escape the Jew’s mouth and the possibility of Kyle’s family interrupting them gave him an intense rush that he increased the intensity of his kisses.

Kyle struggled to hold back a moan as his dark haired lover moved down to his neck and throat, planting hickeys in places that could be easily covered with everyday clothing, something that Kyle had been more than adamant on when they first started seeing each other. It was a struggle from the beginning and the redhead made a mental note to himself that he was to get Craig back for this and for any humiliation that he might experience potentially.

None of that was on Craig’s mind as he began working on stripping both of them, first their shirts and jackets and then their pants. Clad only in their boxers, both of which were beginning to strain, he grinded into the Jew, pressing their clothed arousals to one another and rubbing them together. Any moans that escaped Kyle’s throat never made it further than Craig’s mouth as he continued to passionately thrust his tongue into Kyle’s mouth.

Abruptly pulling away, Craig smirked down at the redhead who was panting quite a bit and rubbed a thumb against the corner of those swollen lips, wiping away saliva that had begun to trickle from it. With his other hand, he began to tug Kyle’s boxers down and off, pulling away from the writhing Jew so as to pull the boxers off completely and toss them aside.

Glancing down quickly, his smirk widened. Looks like Kyle was still using that anal plug and if he remembered clearly, they did have a quickie in the janitor’s closet earlier that day. Just meant less work for him to do then.

Picking up the forgotten vibrator, he said, “Time to give this thing a work-out.”

“Already?” Kyle gasped, horror a small growing gleam in his eye.

“Yes now,” Craig said nonchalantly as he reached into the sex toy’s box and took out a small complementary bottle of lube, a “free purchase” that was part of a sale at the adult toy shop in Denver. Of course, he did have to get a few other items in order to get it but that was neither here nor there. All he knew was that Kyle would enjoy these other toys when the time came but until then, he had a job to do.

Liberally pouring and coating the vibrator with the lubricant, he ignored the sensation of Kyle watching his every move, the eyes growing more and more hungry even as they threw an occasional glance at the door when laughter would come. It was during one of these periods of preoccupancy that Craig removed the anal plug and worked two lubed fingers into Kyle’s rectal opening, making sure that the redhead was stretched before they got to the fun stuff.

Kyle gasped and bucked his hips, trying to get the fingers deeper into him but Craig quickly pulled them out after a minute. This was just a courtesy call, nothing more. Besides, thing were just about to get awesome.

With a deft movement, he angled the vibrator in front of Kyle’s opening and then proceeded to push it in, Kyle’s body freezing with tenseness from the intrusion. He was more than used to such things but sometimes even he would be surprised by how sensitive he was down there.

“There,” Craig breathed, his eyes glazed over in lust. “Let’s get cooking.”

A press of a button was all it took for Kyle to melt into a puddle of goo as the vibrations from the toy conquered him. He squirmed and writhed on the bed but was only contained when Craig topped him again and pressed his larger body down, stilling most of Kyle’s movements.

Kyle struggled not to moan but it was a rapidly losing battle; the vibrator was absolutely merciless and he could swear that Craig was slowly upping the intensity of the vibrations. When the first moan got loose, Craig was there to swallow it up as he captured his lips in a raw, nearly animalistic kiss.

Pinning the Jew’s wrists down with one hand, Craig used his other free hand to remove his own boxers and free his own hardened arousal, doing his best to ignore how Kyle was arching his back. He grinded his erection into Kyle’s, all the while not releasing the submitting redhead from his hands, even as he reclaimed his lips. With his hand, he took the end of the vibrator and began to drag it out slowly before pushing it back in slowly. He wanted his little kosher boi to beg, to plea with him. It was always that sadistic tendency he had…

Kyle, on the other hand, was struggling not to make any sounds that would attract unwanted attention. The combination of the vibrator and Craig grinding into him, though, was a lethal one that threatened to make him scream out in ecstasy. Not that he was opposed to doing it but that was usually done at Craig’s house or some other place. The worst that could happen there was someone yelling at them to keep it down while they were trying to score. Here, however, it might as well be a death sentence.

But Craig was determined to get what he wanted, even as he subtly turned up the vibrations wracking Kyle’s body, and he always got what he wanted, a trip to Peru notwithstanding.

Finally, Kyle cracked. “Please, Craig,” he whimpered while containing his moans. “Fuck me already. Please!”

“Now we’re talking,” the brunette smirked. With a quick pull, he removed the vibrator but replaced it quickly with his own engorged cock, reveling in the tightness of Kyle’s ass as he held still.

He was still conscious that Kyle needed time to get used to his size, even after all the times they had fucked before. Yet the constant tightness remained and the signal to move via Kyle bucking his hips gave him all the motivation to pull out and thrust right back in.

He released Kyle’s hands so that the Jew could clutch onto him while he used his now free hands to hold Kyle down as he plowed into him with the force of a jackhammer. It was mainly due to the fact that they were in the domain of Sheila Broflovski that he was moving so quickly. Normally he liked to take his time but time was of the essence and neither of them knew if or when Sheila would come to check up on her bubula anytime soon.

“Ready?” he groaned as he grabbed Kyle’s arousing and began pumping it. “Spill away.”

Apparently, Kyle was more than willing to listen and Craig had to act fast and capture his mouth as the Jew came, spilling his load of semen between them. Craig was able to do a couple more thrusts into Kyle’s tightened ass before he too came but their cries of pleasure when muffled and covered up all the same.

For now they were safe.

For the next few minutes, Craig laid on top of Kyle, gasping for air as the kiss had taken more out of him than just the usual screaming did. He was sweaty, probably stunk of body odor and sweat, but he knew it was all worth it.

Then Kyle wacked him upside the head unexpectedly.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Kyle hissed. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Recovering, Craig replied teasingly, “Oh, you know you liked it. The thrill of being caught at any second. You can’t tell me you weren’t excited by it.”

“That’s beside the point!” Kyle exclaimed in a stage whisper. “By God, I hope Mom doesn’t find out. She’d kill us!”

“You weren’t complaining,” Craig shrugged. “Besides, if I died in the sack, I would’ve died a happy man.”

The mood lightening somewhat, Kyle playfully shoved Craig off him. “Pervert,” he grunted. “You’re gonna get me in so much trouble one of these days.”

“That’s why it’s fun,” Craig smirked. “Rather have that than having to go to Peru—”

“You’re still not over that, are you?” Kyle deadpanned.

“Can you blame me?” Craig shrugged.

Kyle sighed, looking to change the subject. “I hope the rest of your presents won’t be as…”

“Don’t worry,” Craig promised. “I can tell you right now that half of them are kid friendly.”

And Kyle could only groan in despair at that prospect.
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