I...I...I don't even know. I got it from this picture on dA, http:/pervyllama (dot) deviantart (dot) com/ art/ Hey-Tweek-145928997?q=favby%3ANightingaleLost%2F9241163&qo=33
I saw it and I had to write it. No other explanation.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, or that awesome pic.
Craig stared at Tweek across the bed, eyes half-lidded, head in his hands and a slightly perverse grin stretched across his face. Tweek was currently trying to properly screw on the lid of his thermos, although he wasn't having much luck so far.
On any normal day, Craig would have helped him by now. But not today. Oh no.
Today, Craig was staring.
He liked Tweek. He liked Tweek alot. What wasn't there to like about him? Craig liked his cuteness, the almost sexy way he drank his coffee and licked his lips afterwards, the way he clutched and and nearly grinded against Craig whenever he got scared, which was a lot.
Yeah, Tweek was hot.
Right now, Craig was enjoying the sight of Tweek's frustration. Tweek still couldn't put the lid on and his face was becoming ever more flushed, breath coming in pants and helpless whimpers and moans dropping from his lips, painting a very erotic picture to the raven.
Tweek finally seemed to notice his staring and looked up, blushing slightly. "C-Craig? What?"
Craig grinned lazily, eyes and smile hungry. "If I could screw your brains out, I would be soooo happy."
The blonde's eyes widened and he dropped the thermos, spilling coffee on Craig's bedspread. "...what?"
Craig grinned wider, then pounced.
"WHOAMYGOD!"
