A/N: For Lawlipops13, an early Christmas present of sorts, actually consider it a present for L's B-Day -_-…
Tweek sighed as he slowly lowered his head onto the desktop in front of him, another day almost complete, another day of resisting the urge to jump Craig Tucker in the hallway. God sure must have a sense of humor to place his locker directly in front of the seventeen year old, raven headed sex god's own one. Yep. One wicked, wicked sense of humor.
As the bell signaling the end of the school day resonated throughout the classroom Tweek picked up his backpack, swung it over his left shoulder and proceeded to join the swarming teenage, angst-riddled, hormone fueled masses, eager to get home and refill his coffee canister. So eager was he that he failed to notice the aforementioned sex god leaning against the secondhand car that Tweek's parents had, for unknown reasons, deemed necessary to purchase for his sixteenth birthday.
… Smack. "Aghh-gnh, Oh god it's the C.I.A"
Tweek could not find the courage to lift the hands that he had placed over his eyes to identify the unknown mass in front of him, lest it be a government agent, a rapist or worse, the Ghost of Human Kindness. Tweek further freaked out when a large hand placed itself on his head, rubbing softly and entwining itself in his hair.
"Chill out slut."
An awfullyfamiliar monotone voice followed the surprisingly gentle motion and Tweek opened his eyes, only to come face to face with a disturbingly blank yet beautiful set of dark blue eyes. Dark blue eyes that could only belong to one particular sex god. Crap. Once again God's sense of humor was brought into question as Tweek faced the object of his teenage, hormone fueled desire…oh who was he kidding, he had been in love with the boy since third grade, after they had fought each other. This boy being the one who had yet to remove his hand from Tweek's hair.
"I was wondering if I could get a ride home with you?"… 'Oh damn! He's talking to me, what do I do? WHAT DO I DO?' Panicked Tweek internally as Craig brought his head closer, curiously wondering what could be taking him so long to reply.
"Ngh, yeah, sure, whatever." There. That was Tweek's incredibly eloquent response as he mentally face palmed himself and unlocked the car, untangled Craig's hand from his hair and got inside the vehicle. Craig followed and Tweek started the car, both of them remaining silent as he pulled out of his parking and left the school.
They drove on in silence, the only sounds coming from the car's engine and the occasional crunch of snow beneath the tires. Oh, and let's not forget the dead bird that he drove over ten minutes ago, that was pretty eventful. Not. The minutes continued to tick by painfully slowly and Tweek cursed Craig internally for living so far away from the school.
"Stop the car."
Tweek looked over at his passenger, surprised and he stopped the car after pulling over. Imagine just how more surprised he became when a warm pair of lips crashed over his own and a strong pair of hands were unbuckling his seat belt and pulling him out of his seat and on to their owner's lap. His own hands found themselves sliding up Craig's warm body before pulling off his beloved chullo and nestling themselves in the dark locks that were hidden underneath. That same sneaky pair of hands migrated from Tweek's hips to his backside as Craig's mouth opened and his tongue plunged into Tweek's mouth. Tweek moaned at the unfamiliar feeling, getting lost in the sensations. Suddenly a strong pair of hips bucked up into Tweek's own and that broke the spell.
"W-what, agh, what was that all about?" Questioned Tweek as he looked up at Craig, feeling a little hot and bothered.
"The awkward silence was killing me."
"Oh."
"Yup."
"S-So…"
"Wanna go out?"
"I'd-ack-I'd like that."
A/N: Finito~
Just a little something for a close friend of mine who adores Creek 3
