This begins with Third person POV, but turns into First person POV with Craig after the first scene. From that point on it will always be in First person with chapters alternating between Craig's and Tweek's perspectives.

Craig couldn't help his mind from going there. The place that made him feel good. The place that made him feel on fire. The place that made him feel nothing and everything all at once. His breath hitched as he stared up at his star speckled ceiling that glowed dull green. He shuddered as his hand slipped past the band of his briefs, following his happy trail further and further down until he felt a familiar heat. He sucked in his bottom lip, lightly gnawing on it as he pictured a shaky blonde's hand in place of his own. He gripped his hardening length with even pressure, slowly pumping himself. Teasing himself in place of the blonde. He felt his tongue slid against the part of his lip that was between his teeth, wetting it in his desperation. The sex dream he had woken up from in a cold sweat ran through his chaotic mind.

Craig remembered that he was under his twitchy friend as their hips ground into each other. His tent matched the one in Tweek's pants as they watched each grind harder against one another. Their heavy pants frantic.

He bit back a moan, his fingers tightening around himself.

Tweek's hand felt so real when he had begun to grope him. The pressure was driving him crazy and he cried out for more. Tweek shuddered at the noise, but smirked with a mysterious glint in his ever-green eyes as he moved Craig's shorts, along with his boxer briefs, down. His hand curled around Craig's base.

His hand began to move faster, tightening more around himself. He felt his heart beat profusely in his chest. Thumping loudly in his ears.

Tweek lowered himself, his tongue flickered out, tasting the precum that was seaming out of Craig's tip. Craig watched, dazed and in need of more. The only thing that came out of his mouth was a desperate whine, and Tweek glanced up at him in understanding. He followed Craig's silent order and inhaled sharply, opening his small mouth just enough to fit Craig into it.

Craig could feel himself beginning to shake. His toes curled underneath his blankets as his back arched automatically.

His friend's tongue teasingly lapped at his cock. He felt like he was about to explode when he felt the slightest bit of suction. He tangled one hand in the blonde's shaggy hair and the other in the bed sheets. The shaky boy must have found encouragement in his touch, his head bobbed faster, and Craig could feel himself going deeper into Tweek's mouth.

His head felt dizzy with his erratic panting. He was thrusting himself into his hand, moans and whines slipping past his self-control. He didn't care, he didn't want to think of it. It felt too good, it felt too perfect.

Craig felt his body losing itself, he was barely able to alert the smaller boy of his climax. Tweek hummed in acknowledgement, the vibrations causing the blue eyed male to spill into Tweek's mouth. The blonde didn't stop. His mouth slowly continued to move up and down Craig, feeling every pulse Craig produced around his lips.

A strangled noise slipped from the back of Craig's throat as he finally released. His hand stilled as he felt the warm, sticky liquid spill onto it, dripping down onto his abdomen.

All his tension slowly faded. His muscle relaxed as he turned into a sweaty puddle on his bed. His breathe uneven while he looked at the mess he created. Groaning, he threw his head back, resting his free arm over his eyes.

If only it had been real.

If only he didn't have a thing for his best friend.

It wasn't the first time I had jerked off to Tweek Tweak. No, there have been countless of times when I'd just lay in bed all day and day dream about us in some exotic, very, very erotic situations. I never really wanted to admit it to myself though, you know? I mean what guy really wanted to think about it? Having a giant loser crush on one of your best friends? Let alone them being a guy? Although it goes both ways, I'm thankful that Tweek has never showed any romantic (or sexual) interests in any one. And although it works out in my favor, it also gives me a disadvantage. I had no idea if Tweek was even into guys, or anyone for that matter. What if he was asexual? As much as I liked Tweek, I had a giant boner for him and I wanted to bang, like really bad. Granted if the stars and planets aligned and all the cosmic beings felt generous and gave me the chance to date Tweek, even if Tweek wasn't into banging, then I would soooooo take that opportunity in a heartbeat. It would suck to have to only jerk off for the rest of my life, but that boy would it be worth it. Tweek was worth everything and anything.

But all that was beside the point, because Tweek's sexuality was a mystery to me. The simple, and most obvious, answer to all of it is to just ask Tweek himself but I didn't care enough to do so. Or so I told myself. In truth I was scared of the answer, so it was easier if I didn't want to know rather than be curious about it. Because there was that high possibility that Tweek wasn't into dudes. So I figured if I left that question alone, I could still pretend something could happen. Plus even if Tweek WAS into guys, who said I was his type? I had no intentions of being friend zoned, fuck that man.

In the end though, he's still my best friend and I'd have to deal with this ridiculous thing called a crush.

I shivered as the chilled air seeped through my layers of clothes. Colorado sucked ass when it came close to winter time, but everyone had to deal with it since they had no other choice. Unless they moved, then I guess they'd have a choice.

I gradually slipped into my spot at the bus stop next to Clyde who was animatedly talking to Kevin Stoley. It was too early for his nonsense. How could this boy be so hyper active all the time? I guess someone had to be the perky one in the friend group though.

"Oh Craig! Guess what!" The brunette finally noticed me as I thumbled around my backpack for my cigarettes. I grunted in response as I slipped one of the thin sticks between my numbing lips.

"I finally saved up enough money for a car! No more taking the buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus, sucker."

"Oh joy, another idiot on the road, just what we needed." Clyde stuck his tongue out and I gladly returned the rude gesture with another, by flicking him off. Clyde huffed, and returned to talking to Stoley about something akin to a truck that he wanted. I didn't even know why Clyde was making a big deal about not taking the bus anyway, Token usually gave us rides to school ever since he got his license.

Token was an asshole for not driving us to school today. Something about his car being fixed up in the shop, I don't know, I can't quite remember, I wasn't paying much attention when he was telling us about it. Tweek had been wearing a new shirt that day, it had been a bit tighter than the rest of his wardrobe and I couldn't help but to take in as much as I could of the blond at that moment. All those images I was mentally taking that day was taking up all my mental storage so that I could have those images for good use later that night. And boy, let me tell you, I ended cumming so hard I passed out before I could even think to clean myself up. Aaaah, good times.

When the bus finally pulled up, I threw my cigarette on the ground. The motion to board it and sit in the closest available seat to the front was automatic. Stan and those assholes usually sat in the back, so I had gotten in the habit of sitting as far away from them as possible whenever I had the ride the bus. Usually they weren't that rowdy in the mornings, it was the afternoon rides with them that could be quite annoying.

Man, it's only been a day and I already I miss Token's car.

"You have to stay again?" The doe-eyed blond nodded as he bit into his sandwich. Clyde groaned, disappointed as well.

"Yea, this stupid concept just isn't getting through to me for some reason and Mrs. Jamieson said she had time today once classes are over."

Clyde draped himself over Token's shoulder, who in turn patted his brown straw-like hair. "Tweek, you haven't been able to hang out in like," He started to count on his fingers, once he ran out he looked lost and frowned towards Tweek. "Forever! That's a long time, bro!"

Tweek raised his eyebrows, "Clyde, don't worry. Tomorrow I have the test for this section, then after that I'll be free to hang whenever."

The brunette pouted but accepted Tweek's answer and continued to eat his second helping of greasy-ass school pizza.

Lunch passed by like usual. Boring old lunch, boring old school. Boring, boring, boring. Just the way I like it. Granted sitting here drooling on myself while I stare into a void of notes on the white board isn't exactly the kind of boring I enjoy. There's two types of boring. There's boring, normal day, normal life, routine, calmness, and absolutely no wild adventures. Then there's Boring, like right now. God science sucked. I don't give zero shits about the volume of a ball in water, or elasticity, or whatever way electricity goes.

But lucky for me, both Clyde and Tweek are in my class. Poor Token was dumb enough to take the second level of chemistry. He claims he wants to get into science or something in college but I continuously tell him he's wrong and should go into the medical field, to become a brain surgeon and make even more bank with his smart ass but he laughs. He claims you'd have to know some chemistry in order to become a surgeon anyway, so if he changed his mind he was already on the right path. He should just listen to me in the first place, but whatever.

Sadly, I don't sit next to Tweek in this class, Clyde had spotted me on the first day of class and planted his big ass next to me before Tweek even had the chance to enter the room. It was cool though, I was able to watch Tweek better with this position. My small little Tweek ended up having to sit next to Kenny McCormick, the almost drop out. Honestly, I'm pretty chill with him, I'm actually cool with even Stan and them but sometimes I also can't stand being on the same planet as them. Just depends on my mood, and mostly my mood isn't that great when it comes to their shenanigans.

Tweek's table was closer to the front of the room, diagonal from my table. Luckily Kenny had chosen the window seat, so Tweek had no choice to get the aisle seat. The perfect little window to watch him.

Clyde nudged me to get my attention, "Hey, Craig?"

"Huh?" I took one last glance at Tweek who was taking notes. He hurriedly wrote down every word, nad I knew he was worried he'd miss the slide before the teacher changed it.

"You wanna hang out? Obviously Tweek is out and Token said something about his parents and him going to meet his aunt at the airport tonight. So just you and me, buddy?"

"Sure." Leaned my chair back. "What about football practice though?"

"Seriously? You're so lame Craig, football ended like two weeks ago." Ooops.

"Oh."

"God, I don't know how I'm friends with you, dumb ass."

"Same goes to you, cry baby."

"I don't cry! Anymore..." He was pouting.

"Boys!" Both our heads snap towards the front of the room where our teacher gave us a pointed look. "Craig stop leaning on my chairs."

I rolled my eyes and fixed myself. This bitch. Not only did she teach a boring ass subject, she gave boring ass lectures, and she was the queen bitch of the school. I should have just taken biology, damn you Tweek for taking this course. Damn you for not being able to dissect worms and frogs.

The last two classes of the day went by almost as boring as physical science. Neither of them involved Tweek, Token, or Clyde. Actually most of my classes didn't involve them. Clyde and I shared gym class. Science with Tweek and Clyde. The great majority of the senior class had the same lunch so of course we'd all be in it together during that period as well. I also shared a study hall with Jimmy but he was sort of in and out of our group, more so out than in anymore.

Clyde and I both decided to walk to his place after the bus dropped us off.

"Winter fucking sucks!" He bitched. I rolled my eyes.

"It's not winter yet."

"It will be soon enough! And then winter break, then graduation!"

"Bro, really? Don't talk about disgusting shit like that. Plus I'm pretty sure winter break starts before the first official day of winter."

He ignored the latter part of my comment, "I know Craigy-poo. You want to stay in high school forever and mooch off your parents and never leave their basement."

"Asshole. Not true, you know that." Well he wasn't fully wrong. I actually didn't mind high school despite how much I hated having to wake up and waste my time there, but I could at least sleep during my classes. I actually have two study halls this year. Almost had three but they screwed up my schedule and put me in art. Art turned out not to be too bad, the teacher lets us listen to our own music as long as we have headphones. "Have you decided anything yet anyway?"

"What, after graduation? I've been applying to colleges that are near the one Bebe was accepted to. That way we could still be decently close and see each other. Since no one wants to take me for football I figure why the hell not."

"You think you guys will last?" A lot changes after graduation. Or so I've heard.

"I'd like to think so, but hey, if not at least we won't be at the same school." He sounded bummed.

"You actually used your brain for once and thought of this didn't you?" He nodded with a sigh.

"Well I mean, we've always had our ups and downs. And she's damn sexy, like have you seen her knockers?"

"God, yes, you've shown me enough titty pics to last a lifetime, please no more."

"I wasn't going to show you, jerk. My point is, once she's in college and doing her cheerleading thing of course guys will be all over her, and if someone better looking than me. Which by the way probably doesn't exist. But if her mind is warped and she does happen to think that someone else is better lookin' and leaves me at least I don't have to see it."

"Which is why you aren't applying to her actual college?"

"Duh."

"I'm impressed you thought it through so much. My little Clyde is finally thinking like a big boy. Token would be so proud." I probably deserved the punch he gave my arm. It stung a bit, but I knew he was joking. But I also like to joke back. And pushed him into someone's yard.

Clyde usually brought up graduation at some point when it was just him and I hanging out. I'd like to think it was because he was worried about me. Papa Clyde wanted to make sure I have some sort of plan after we get our diplomas. I honestly wonder if he thinks I truly plan to stay with my parents. As much as I like free loading I'm not some pussy. At some point I'll get a job, and maybe I'll go to college too. I just don't want to waste thousands on some school when I have absolutely no clue what I'd be there for. Plus I doubt many colleges would want me since my grades are shit. Oh well. I just hope to find some decent paying job. I'll just live with whatever white-collar life that a high school diploma can get me.

We ended up playing various video games. Clyde mostly talked about his "oh so incredible bang" with Bebe in her car last night after their spectacular date at Casa Bonita. Half listening, and half dazing off I'd make random noises and nods to encourage him on in his story. Though I've already heard basically the same story for the past few years. Big boobs, nice vagina, wow. Exciting. But good for him, he seems happy every time he shares his experiences with Bebe so I let him do his thing.

My bed was the best bed in the world and no one can tell me otherwise. It was perfect. Well actually, it was almost perfect. The last piece it needed was someone laying next time me. Someone to fill that cold, empty void. And lucky me the particular person I had in mind just happened to just have messaged me.

From tweek: Still awake?

Tweek, oh you sweet child, of course I'm awake at 9 fucking pm, most people are.

Yep

From tweek: Can I come over

From tweek: *?

Fuck yeah!

Sure

From tweek: Okay, I'll be over in 15

I lived for these night visits. I absolutely love how Tweek made time for me even during his busy weeks. Usually right before tests, after days of unnecessarily long studying Tweek will come over to my place. Just to get away from things he claims. I like it though, I feel like I'm a pillow he falls back on when he's tired of life. I am the only one who gets this unspoken privilege. Clyde and Token don't know he chills with me most nights when he's stressed. It's our little secret time together from the world.

It wasn't long until I received a text from him that he'd made it to my house. I let him in from the garage and snuck him upstairs. It wasn't too hard to sneak people into my house. My parents were usually in their room by 9 or 10. Ruby didn't give two shits what I did or who I brought over, since she does the same exact thing. Honestly I'm pretty sure our parents know I bring Tweek over, though I'm not so sure they know Ruby has brought boys home before.

Silently we entered my room. He had his school backpack with him and an extra bag of what looked like clothes. Guess he's planning to stay the night. Nice.

I returned to the spot I was previously at on my bed. Laying back against my propped pillows, my eyes following Tweek as he slowly situated his stuff before sitting himself on the edge of my bed. He seemed uncomfortable. He continuously fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt, gnawing gentling on his chapped lips.

"The math test really bothering you that much, Tweekers?" He narrowed his eyes at me, most likely for the unwanted nickname I sometimes call him. Probably cause he doesn't like to be referred to as a druggie. Instead of staying annoyed though, he sighed and flopped backwards. The top of his head narrowly missing my leg. He bunched my sheets around himself, snuggling into them.

"No man, it's not that. Well it is. What if I fail it and then fail the class? I could get kicked out of school or something because they'd be so mad I failed a class. I can't handle that…"

"Seriously? You're a math-wiz, don't sweat it dude. You're super smart, this section might be rough but there's no doubt you'll pass." I learned long ago to stop Tweek before he started on his tangents. Not only did it save us time and breathe, but also it seemed to help Tweek realize when he's being overly paranoid.

His anxiety is still pretty bad, but thankfully with the right mix of pills he's been able to fight back a lot of his issues. To put it lightly, he's chilled out a lot since elementary school which has been super beneficial for his health. The only reason he looks like a zombie is because he can't be like a normal person and has weird sleeping schedules.

"You think so?"

"Have I ever been wrong?"

He hesitated before chuckling, "Well yeah, actually yo-"

"Shut up, you're lying."

"Well sorry, Craig-I-Know-Every-Thing-Tucker." He put his hands up in defense. But he was laying down and not even facing me, he was defending himself towards the ceiling.

"You fucking know it." He grunted, smacking my leg.

He should really know better by now. Of course I kicked his head, softly though, I'm not that mean. At least to friends. Or at least to Tweek.

I watched as his face scrunched up. Smacking my leg a bit harder, and in return he got foot in the face.

"Asshole!" He screeched, trying to push my leg away as I slowly pushed him towards the edge of the bed by his face. Although my plan did not succeed and I quickly realized I had made a big mistake. Only realizing my error when he grabbed my ankle with lightning speed, and before I could even attempt to withdraw he was already dusting his fingertips with his free hand on the bottom of my foot.

I tried so hard to keep a straight face. I truly did. That façade completely failed though and I tried to fight him off while not dying from laughter. Tweek was the only one who knew about my only ticklish spots. My feet. He just happened to have discovered it a while ago when trying to cheer me up from whatever upset me that day. Of course, he used it to his advantage every chance he got. Sometimes he'd even black mail me into doing shit for him in order that it doesn't "accidentally" slip out when talking to Clyde or Token.

I managed to grab onto him, pulling him up and away from my feet. His grip was tight though and my fingers slipped through the fabric of his shirt. He quickly saddled my thighs, his back towards me as he once again got ahold of one of my feet. I furiously kicked my legs everywhere but by some miracle he was not slipping up. I attempted to gather myself, heaving my upper body up to wrap my arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides, and pulling him back. He shrieked as he fell back against my chest, but I was not letting up so easily and continued to hold him tightly against me.

"You fucker!" I wheezed out. Fuck this kid for having no sensitive spots.

He laughed loudly, releasing the rest of the energy he had built up as he wiggled himself to rest his head more comfortably next to mine. Our cheeks brushed together as he settled himself across me, my arms relaxing around him but not releasing him.

God I hope we didn't wake my parents up with all that noise. Too late now to try to be quiet I guess.

I listened as his breathing began to settle back into a steady pattern. I willed myself to not let my mind wonder to how his body was pressed to mine, or how I had to keep control of my hands from drifting to places they didn't belong. But god, let me tell you how hard it is. After months of practice I have finally mastered awkward boners springing up. For the most part anyway. I was only good at keeping them at bay when I put myself in these sort of situations. Probably because even my body fears of what would happen if my dick did decide to get a stiffy while he is pressed against it.

I began to feel a heavy pressure build up in my chest from his weight against it and knew it was time to move. As much as I didn't want to.

Slowly, I began to shift so he knew I'd be moving but he made no effort to move himself. And people called me the stubborn one. With a grunt I somehow managed to roll us both onto our sides. I tried to keep a decent distance between us, but couldn't fight the temptation to push my upper half against his back, causing my face to be attacked by his hair.

I inhaled deeply. God I loved his smell.

The thing is he didn't even have a really distinct smell, he just smelled like Tweek. Nothing special like coffee or strawberry scented shampoo or any of that bullshit, but just simply Tweek. A vague, thin scent. But it was still his, it was Tweek's, and Jesus could I fucking breathe him in for days.

He released a soft sigh.

Maybe it was my stupid mind playing tricks, but it felt as if he leaned back closer to me.

I didn't want to speak, but my arm that was stuck under him was starting to tingle, and I really didn't want it to feel like static. Thankfully my other arm was already free and loosely draped over his hip.

"Lift a bit." He hummed in question at first until I began to wiggle what I could of my arm.

"Oh, oh." He shifted his body to free my hand, only for me to slide it underneath the space between the pillow and his neck. He just chuckled and nestled into it. "This is pretty gay." He said.

"You're pretty gay." I could mentally see his eyes roll.

"Nice come back."

"Thanks, I thought it was pretty clever if I do say so myself." He kicked me. What an ass.

"You hung out with Clyde today?" He asked.

"Mmmhm." The overhead light was starting to bother me, but I really didn't want to move. I stretched my legs instead and pushed them against the back of his. We're practically spooning and I love it. "He brought up graduation again, he just won't drop it. He literally brings it up whenever he can."

"I think… I think he's just worried? Like maybe he feels like with him and most other people leaving town for college, and with you staying, that he's abandoning you?"

"Ha. I doubt it's that deep." I mumbled.

"Maybe so, but I mean you should probably try to decide what you want to do, you know? Or just say something to ease him for the time being."

"I guess."

Thankfully he dropped the subject. For the most part we spent the rest of the night periodically bringing up whatever came to mind, but most topics died quickly leaving us in a peaceful quietness.

Eventually we both grew too tired to even make coherent sentences. I figured he was asleep by the time I began to drift off. Making sure to snuggle closer to him without a care of what he may think in the morning, I finally fell asleep.