"Craig, is the c-coffee ready?" Craig looked up from his laptop where he was "working" to look at his assigned partner for his English project, Tweek Tweak. The blonde's hazel eyes were wide open in his constant fearful look, and his thick bottom lip was pouted out like that was going to help makethe coffee brew quicker.
"It should be done… You practically sprinted for the Keurig when we got here," Craig answered, busying himself with logging into Facebook. It was either focus on the log-in screen or stare at those soft, pink lips that must feel so nice to touch…yeah. He would definitely need to keep his eyes glued to the screen.
"It's a habit!" And with that, Tweek took off down the stairs, unaware of the blue eyes that trailed after him and his plush, gorgeous ass. Tweek had been Craig's friend since they were able to walk and his object of desire since he discovered what a wet dream was. Many times Craig had to pry his eyes and hands off his "friend" to maintain the illusion of his purely platonic love for him.
Craig's eyes were torn from the empty doorway that the blonde angel had just exited by the familiar ping notifying him that he had gotten a new message from Kenny.
Found something I think that you'll like ;)
Along with the message was a link to a porn site. Craig wondered how Kenny could possibly know what he would like. He hadn't even come out to his friends as being gay, let alone acquaintances that he never spoke to save for buying drugs or borrowing a pen in French. He'd humor him, he thought as he pulled out his headphones from his distressed messenger bag to plug in to his laptop. There was no way he would want Tweek to walk into his own room to hear the high-pitched and melodramatic moans of porn stars.
Clicking on the link, Craig was immediately impressed with what he saw. The camera was set up in such a way that the only thing on the screen was a giant dick, standing tall and at attention. A point-of-view blowjob… Craig thought to himself as he watched the man reach down to grab the base while a blonde with a pixie cut strutted onto the screen. She smacked the man's hand away to replace it with her own, and when she finally looked into the camera, Craig felt his own eyes narrow.
Hazel eyes… So what? Kenny had somehow figured out that Craig had a thing for blondes with hazel eyes. It's not like it was uncommon or undesirable. And he had somehow deduced that Craig liked shorter hair. It just showed off more of peoples' facial features when long, voluptuous hair wasn't obstructing the view. Unfortunately for Kenny, he had chosen a video where the woman had too blonde of hair. It was obvious that it wasn't natural from the hint of roots showing through. Also, while her eyes were a nice shade of green, they didn't have flecks of gold, or light, thick eyelashes framing them, or the same innocence to them as…
No. He couldn't think of him while he was watching this, let alone compare him to the woman jerking some stranger off on the screen. Now she had moved on to flicking her tongue out to lick up the dick like it was some goddamn treat. He wasn't going to lie to himself; the thought of Tweek being in her place, and Craig being in the man's place was... pretty appealing, to say the least. As the woman on the screen lifted her eyes to the camera in faux innocence, she finally took the entire thing in while still maintaining eye contact with the camera. Even Craig had to admit that it was pretty hot, and if he was carrying on with his fantasy from earlier… Craig reached down to fix his own stirring member before realizing what exactly he was doing and who was standing in the doorway with a thermos in hand.
"C-Craig? What are you doing?" As soon as he heard the quiet voice, Craig promptly dropped his laptop on the ground and jerked both hands up in surrender. Shit, of all the people to catch him touching himself…
"Damn, dude! I'm sorry… I'm so sorry," He had fucked up so bad, and there was only one person to blame. "Fucking Kenny sent me this link and I had no idea what it was and I got carried away and—"
Tweek's perfect, hazel eyes widened as he moved his free hand up to tug at his perfect blonde hair after getting a look at the laptop screen that had fallen to the carpeted floor. "Are you watching p-p-porn?"
Craig couldn't stop his mouth from opening in total shock. This could not be happening. All he had wanted was to get started on the project and maybe indulge himself with a little bit of flirting with his oblivious friend.
Tweek already knew the answer to his own question after looking at the page, so there was no need to wait for Craig to answer. He blurted out, "W-well… what are you into?"
Well they had clean skipped over the flirting, and now his "oblivious friend" was asking about what kind of porn he liked. Had hell frozen over? What a day to be alive.
"Come on. No n-need to be embarrassed." Despite having been the one to say it, Tweek looked like he was about to keel over at any moment. His flush had spread to the top of his freckled ears, and his thin eyebrows were drawn taut. Tweek had steeled himself for a reason that Craig could not understand in the least, but one thing was crystal clear: Craig couldn't shrug this out. For some reason, Tweek was determined to know the answer.
"It depends on the… girl," Craig tried to answer as if it was no big deal that the love of his life had caught him fixing himself while watching some whore give a blow job. Not a big deal at all. And it was also not even worth berating himself for almost giving his secret away by using the wrong pronoun. No big deal at all.
"What kind of g-gu—shit, girls. I can't talk today…" Had he almost said guys? Did he know? "What kind of girls are you into? Blondes?" Tweek asked, nodding to the screen where the vixen had started deep-throating the man while he jerked his own hips forward and into her painted lips.
"Yeah, I… prefer blondes," Damn, he had to be honest now? Craig couldn't help it though. With one glance to the laptop and back up to Tweek—wringing his hands, face stained red, wide eyes that tried to show confidence, but only showed genuine interest—he knew that he was a goner. This was a conversation that he absolutely had to have. He might as well be truthful.
"I-I'm blonde," And there was that interest that seeped into Tweek's voice. Why did he have to be so interested? And so blunt? And so gorgeous?
"Yeah… You are," Craig said looking down to play with bedspread that he was picking at. What else could Craig say? Of course, Tweek was blonde. That was one of the first things that you noticed about him. Maybe, God would help him out and let them drop the subject.
Tweek didn't like not having Craig's attention, so he hopped onto the end of his bed, making Craig look up in surprise. Tweek was still as red as before, and up close Craig could see exactly how he was trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. Too bad for Tweek, he was an awful actor…or maybe Craig could just read him better than anyone. Tweek grabbed the bedding out of Craig's fingers and looked at him straight in his eyes. Tweek opened his mouth a few times before flicking his gaze to the opened laptop. "So… do you like watching videos of… b-blow jobs?"
"Look, I don't normally watch porn. This was a mistake… I didn't know what the link was that Kenny sent me and—"
"I don't either!" Craig could believe that. Tweek didn't even have his own computer, save for the PC in the "family room" or some shit. Watching porn wasn't exactly a family-oriented experience. "Um… have you ever had a b-blow—one of those?"
Oh God. Why? Craig returned his gaze to the pale set of eyes in front of him. "Once or twice…but never with the right person."
"Who is…" Tweek looked down at Craig's lips before returning his gaze to his eyes. His blush was now down his neck and up to the tips of his ears and he had settled into a constant jittering state. "Who is the 'r-right person'?"
Now Craig could feel his own face heating up. This was it. "If I told you… it would fuck everything up."
Luckily, Tweek dropped it. His gaze stayed on his small fingers, now working on picking a thread that had started to protrude. Craig looked down at the damned laptop and used his socked foot to slam it shut. Craig needed to get control of himself; he needed to turn the subject around to where Tweek was forced to answer some things. Craig watched Tweek's face intently before asking, "So… have you ever had a blow job?"
There it was. The spasm that ran through Tweek's body and the way his eyes looked even more panicked. There was his answer. Craig couldn't help but feel a little relieved. So what? Maybe he wanted to be Tweek's first (and only). It was sappy, but it was true.
Tweek looked up slowly, but his eyes never looked any higher than Craig's chest. Slowly, he answered, "No. Ngh! I've n-never had a chance to with the 'r-right person.'" He looked into Craig's eyes and blurted out, "But I've always wanted to try!"
Tweek looked mortified with himself. Was he admitting that he had wanted to have a blow job before? Well, no shit. He was a healthy teenage boy. Or maybe… Maybe he was admitting to having wanted to give…
"I-I—That didn't come out right!" Tweek looked like he was about to pass out, so Craig let his instincts take over. Whenever he saw Tweek freaking out, he felt like it was his sole responsibility to make things better for him. So Craig knew it was time to admit it. The truth.
"Tweek," Craig had dropped his voice to grab Tweek's attention. It had worked too, because as soon as he used that tone of voice, Tweek knew to listen. His beautiful, teary eyes met Craig's before he continued, "So have I."
If Tweek was surprised, it didn't show too much. His eyes got a little bit bigger, and his breath caught in his throat, but he didn't need to ask what Craig meant. There was Craig's confession, and Tweek knew exactly what it was.
"Craig… I…" Tweek had picked up that steely gaze again. His cheeks dusted red, he furrowed his eyebrows. "I want to try. With you."
Ambrose again! Sorry to leave you with that ending to this chapter, but the next (and last) bit to this will be up in a while. I haven't written it yet, so, of course, reviewing and rating this will certainly help me pick up the pace. If the next part goes according to what I have planned, it should be very... juicy ;)
