A/N: this is what happens when you stay up all night on a sugar high and listening to the 'Spring Awakening' soundtrack. Ok so like I said in the summery, this is just a little Creek one shot about masturbation. I don't own south park or spring awakening (don't worry it isn't a song fic, but I may have let a lyric or two slip in so I'll just disclaim to be safe)
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Nobody has ever loved me as much as I have loved him. They may have tried, I'm sure. But, my love for him is grandiose and explicit. It is a beast that threatens to consume me should I not give in to its wanton desires. It keeps me up at night playing its twisted images in my brain over and over until I have no choice but to grab a fist full of burning hot flesh and hold on as tightly as I can lest I slip and fall into its abyss.
In the dark I know so well I work out all my frustration tugging almost painfully in an attempt to wretch myself from this nightmare. Afterwards, as I lay spent and covered in my own sticky sorrow the beast returns and whispers to me. There is no hiding from the ghost in my mind. It cradles me into its warmth and keeps me safe. But, no matter how I toss and turn I find no rest in its arms.
I close my eyes and pretend I am wrapped up in him. His strong arms holding me ever so tightly and my face buried in his ebony hair. I breathe in the sweet smell of him like the air after it rains. He is my sole comfort and he knows this. But, where in others may try to lord such a position over me he does not. He presses his soft lips to my neck and I can feel his warmth spread over me, though me. I begin to stiffen under his errant hands. But, this time it is not uncomfortable. This time I relish in it.
His fingers guide me and for a second time tonight I find myself gripping onto my own burning desire. Slow and gentle strokes turn feverish as liquid rapture begins to seep forth from me and spill in thick beads down my pulsing shaft. Pure ecstasy begins to pool in my stomach as he tightens my grip and rips the orgasm from me. I scream his name at the top of my lungs as shoot every drop of that joyous feeling over my hand and chest.
When I open my eyes again I am alone, empty and cold. I know that he wasn't really here to begin with. And yet I can't help but still feel slightly abandoned as I drift off to sleep.
When morning arrives I will float though the routine; coffee, shower, coffee, dress, coffee, eat and one last cup of coffee before I leave. I will find him waiting for me at the bus stop as always. He will smile at me and I will feel the familiar warmth begin to bubble up in me. We will prattle on about nothing, he will fix the buttons on my shirt and the day will pass as they always do. He will never know how much I love him and he will never feel the same. But, I still take joy in our days spent together knowing full and well that when the sun sets my beast will come for me once again and I will welcome him with open arms.
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A/N: depending on how y'all feel about it I may make this a two shot with Craig's POV, so review and lemme know what you think :3