Down By the Water
If you fall asleep
Down by the water
Baby I'll carry you
All the way home
"Think you've put enough sunscreen on?" Craig asked with a grin, amusement thick in his voice. Tweek twitched, blushing slightly as he rubbed in more SPF onto his legs.
"I haven't g-gotten my b-AH-ack yet," He murmured quietly, hiding under his hair. Craig smirked, snatched the bottle from the smaller boys hand and squirted a large handful of lotion into his hands.
"I don't think I'll need that mu- AH!" Tweek squeaked when Craig shoved him into a laying down position.
Craig spread the cool liquid all over Tweek's pale back, grinning when the other boy whimpered beneath him. He rubbed it in slowly, feeling the ribs that jutted out slightly beneath his skin. "C-Craig haha, that t-tickles!" Tweek giggled, writhing uncontrollably.
"So you're ticklish huh?" Craig asked, flipping the skinny boy over so he could see his face. Tweek's eyes widened as Craig rubbed his fingers along the inside of arms, sending him into a fit of laughter.
"St-stop Craig! Ahahaha, I-I'm going to pee in m-my pants hahaha," Tweek whined between screeches of laughter. Finally, Craig pulled his hands away, letting his face fall into the crook of Tweek's neck. Tweek smiled, wrapping his arms around Craig's waist as they listened to the waves.
" Augh! I'm going to h-have stupid t-tan lines if w-we stay like this," Tweek finally sighed, sitting up and dragging Craig with him.
"But I was comfy!" Craig whined, hugging Tweek closer and pressing kisses along his jaw. Tweek smiled again, running his fingers through Craig's hair.
"C-Come on!" Tweek suddenly shouted, standing up and letting Craig fall into the sand.
Tweek sprinted off towards the waves, leaving Craig to grumble obscenities while he got up to follow. Tweek was waist deep in the water when Craig got to him, swimming up quietly from behind to scare him. Tweek screamed, spinning around to face his attacker.
"Relax, it's me," Craig sighed, standing up to capture Tweek's lips in a kiss. Tweek sighed with relief and pressed back, standing on his tippy toes to reach Craig.
"CRAIG GET YOU'RE HANDS OUT OF MY SHORTS!"
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Summersummersummersummer YEAH! Ah god, finally. This story is short, just like all my clothing right now. I'm going to be updating often-er (hopefully) now that it's FUCKING SUMMER BETCHES.