A/N: A little South Park One-Shot for Christmas
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For Christmas, all Tweek Tweak wanted was hands.
No, not someone's severed hands given to him as a grotesque present. No he was not in some accident that caused him the loss of his hands and he desperately wanted new ones. No Tweek simply wanted to hold the hands of another.
The hands in question were rough, covered in callouses. Dirt was always embedded underneath the fingernails and they carried the scent of earth and cigarettes. Sometimes even the faint and subtle hint of blood.
Their owner was, more or less, a temperamental, foul-mouthed, foreigner with a penchant of hating anything and everything to do with god. He was rough around the edges and spoke bluntly with a grated voice that could send shivers down your spine in the right context.
He wanted to hold the hands belonging to one Christophe Delorne, his boyfriend of two years.
Tweek was seated on his couch, thermos in hands as he let his fingers caress around his edges, the steaming coffee inside keeping his hands warm. It was late in the evening, his parents having wished him good night before they had left to attend a neighbor's Christmas Eve party. The sixteen year old closed his eyes, trying to fight the overwhelming anxiety that was starting to settle in as the sounds of a snow storm roared outside.
All of a sudden Tweek felt uneasy,and his eyes snapped open to look around. Suddenly the shadows reflected from the lamp beside him seemed to be taking shape, and his breath got caught in his throat.
"Its not real.' He told himself, even as the shadows expanded and twisted into morbid shapes.
'Its not real'.
'Its not.'
So lost in his overwhelming fear Tweek did not hear his front door open, or register the heavy footsteps nearing him.
However Tweek did feel hands, the hands he wanted, the hands he needed, wrapping around his torso from behind, causing him to let out the strangled breath he had been holding. He gave a slight twitch as the hands slid along his shoulders, over his chest, curling around his neck. Dirty, rough, unclean hands that pressed him against their owner behind him. The contact chased away the shadows, making Tweek relax. One hand in particular, the right, made it way to his chin, where it took a firm grip and guided his head to the side. His head was turned, and he finally made eye contact with the one he had been yearning for over the holiday season.
"Chris…"
A soft grunt was given as a greeting as Tweek felt chapped lips press against his cheek, the gesture all too welcome for the blond. "You're here...Christophe..."
The french man nodded once, releasing Tweek's chin and letting his arms slip away from the blond as he made his way around the couch, heavy dirt stained boots making dull thuds on the floor with every step. Christophe came to a stop in front of him, slowly kneeling down in front of the blond. Every movement he made was always so controlled, so calculated when he was around the twitching blond.
Tweek let a smile spread across his face as he felt those rough hands gently grips his own, one hand wrestling his thermos away from him to set on the ground so Chris could take Tweek's hands in his own. They were much colder than his thermos, Tweek noted.
"Oui…" He spoke, voice sounding like a moving rusty grate from countless amount of cigarettes, though Tweek found comfort in it. "I'm here." He murmured, fingers rubbing small circles into Tweek's soft flush.
Tweek eased himself forward, eyes already closing as the other repeated the motion, their lips clumsily meeting and molding together over the other. Tweek gave a muted chuckle while Christophe's lips simply curled upwards in an amused grin.
Looks like Tweek got what he wanted after all.