Hello!
This is my very first story, ever. You'll have to forgive my terrible writing style; I'm still working on it. I was a little reluctant to sign up to this site because well … for a newbie it's pretty daunting. Basically, if you're going to review please don't flame – I might actually cry o3o Please be nice.
Note; Mild Language, crappy innuendos and possible 'pre slash' blah blah blah.
Enjoy?
South Park has never been known for being normal. Eccentricities are a part of daily life and pretty much everyone who can call the little mountain town a home has fallen victim to these oddities. So it's no surprise that everyone has their own quirks, strange habits and messed up personalities. Tweek Tweak was no exception to this rule.
"C-Craig!" gasped a flustered looking blond as he felt cool skin press against his own, heat pooled together in his cheeks in an instant "What a-are you nrgh -d-doing?" he spluttered, taking a large audible gulp.
There was a growl from his mid-drift "Keep still Tweek, don't be dumbass" Craig said, his eyes snapping up to meet the wide green orbs of his friend. "I'm only trying to make sure you're straight" he continued, returning to his previous activity, nimble fingers dancing down the other boy's chest with ease.
"S-stop it nrgh - that tickles!" Tweek replied, another violent spasm made itself known, his eyes twitched nervously as he looked down, a mass of black hair bobbed around near his belly button. "Aren't you –d-done yet, this is too much pressure!"
"Tweek, I'm only going to be another couple of minutes" he flipped off his friend without looking up. Tweek's lips pursed, the middle regions of his face were still an unhealthy shade of pink.
"But your hands are f-freezing - nrgh~!!" Tweek inhaled suddenly as Craig's icy digits pressed gently against his stomach, the blond placed a shaking hand on the other boys head in an attempt to push him away.
"Tweek!" Craig said raising his voice slightly. "If you don't keep still, they're not going to go in the fucking hole" he snapped, unceremoniously removing the hand from his head, sending a fierce look at his companion. "When we're done we'll get you some coffee, eh?" he offered, his frown faded away as a smirked crept on to the darker haired boys mouth.
The twitchy teen parted his lips to say something but closed them again, deciding that keeping quiet would indeed be a safe bet – keeping still however was proving a challenge. A few more minutes passed and the uncomfortable feeling stopped and a small wave of relief washed over him.
"There…" the black haired boy said, breaking the would-be awkward silence. "I have no doubt that you're now very straight" he said – his voice laced with a hint of amusement. He looked Tweek up and down before nodding to himself.
Tweek looked down; his green shirt was neatly buttoned in a tidy line down his front. The twenty or so tiny buttons had been painstakingly done up – he almost looked smart. "T-thanks Craig -nrgh - it looks great" he said, a bright smile appearing on his tired face.
"You're welcome, I guess" Craig muttered, flipping the bird once more before shoving his hands in his pockets. He admired his handiwork inwardly; as a small smile crept on his lips.
"Ca-can we get some coffee now, Craig?" Tweek asked a pleading looking in his eyes. Out of habit he tugged on the bottom of his shirt. "Shit!" he yelped as one of the pale buttons popped clean off, a small bulge of fabric appearing in the middle of his chest.
"Well … I guess you're not completely straight after all" Craig smirked, draping an arm over the other boys shoulder and leading him out of the house "But…" Craig continued, looking down at Tweek's sorry expression "I suppose that's alright with me"
How was it?
G-gah, this is too much pressure! _
Sorry it's kind of short.
-KS