I DON'T OWN SOUTH PARK
Hey! I haven't written a ONESHOT in far to long, so here. I feel like my whole Fanfiction profile has become some sort of, 'How Batshit and Indie of a South Park Fanfiction Author can I become Before People break out the Torches and Pitchforks'. So yep. That's why I did some Twyle. To be honest, Twyle is my second favorite pairing next to Creek.
Kyle didn't want this. He couldn't stand the yells of "Fag" or "Homo!" as he walked down the halls. He hate the scrutinizing eyes as they glared at him in disapproval. His friends seemed a little on edge when talking to him, and his mother was in absolute hysterics.
All because Tweek just had to go and glue their hands together.
Kyle didn't even know how it happened exactly. Tweek must've been pouring over on of his weird collage art projects and had managed to completely douse his grubby hands in super glue and rubber cement. Then Kyle had given him a handshake, or hi-five, or something and the rest was history. They tried all week to separate their hands, but Colorado's Elmer's glue was a true relentless demon. So for three days and counting, Kyle had to spend every waking moment with Tweek.
And that was the last thing he wanted to do.
They had to sleep in the same bed, do the same things, and sit together in every class during school. And don't even start on how awkward showering was.
Currently, however, Kyle was just trying to get some sleep. When Tweek said he never slept, Kyle had just assumed he was making an exaggeration. He wasn't. In the three days they'd been attached, Kyle hadn't once seen Tweek even take a rest. When they slept, Kyle and Tweek were on opposite sides of Kyle's bed, with a healthy wall of pillows dividing them. Usually that was all Kyle needed to ignore the spazz, but tonight Tweek was especially insufferable.
"Gnomes! Hng- they're all out to get me!" Tweek muttered under his breath, twitching and sitting straight up. Both their hands rested in his lap, and he bounced them on his knee.
"Shut up, will you?" Kyle snapped.
"Sorry! Gah! I just- oh Jesus, they're everywhere!" Tweek shouted. Kyle growled. Unless he wanted Tweek to wake his mother up for the third night in a row, he'd have to shut him up.
"Tweek, if you don't shut up I'll rip off your balls!" Kyle threatened darkly, only managing to make Tweek scream even louder.
"No! I- I- Jesus!" Tweek whimpered, covering his crotch protectively with his hand. Unfortunately, it was the hand that was connected to Kyle's. The redhead cringed and shivered, trying to rip his hand away.
Kyle eventually called it quits and slammed his eyes shut. Tweek went on to babel about something or another, not knowing or caring that Kyle didn't want to hear. With sleep far away, Kyle figured that if he couldn't threaten Tweek to shut up, he might as well shock the words out of him. He abruptly sat up and smashed their lips together.
Tweek put up no resistance, and all Kyle could think about was how this was going to be so much more awkward in the long run. The smaller boy nervously used his free hand to thread his fingers through Kyle's hair.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it had started. Tweek looked at Kyle as if he was witnessing Jesus in front of him.
"Now stay quiet, alright?" Kyle said wearily, although he was smiling uncontrollably for some unknown reason. Tweek nodded, and Kyle moved the barricade of pillows separating them so he could throw his free hand over Tweek's chest.
Kyle didn't want this. He wished he could still hide behind the Elmer's glue. But hey, if his hand only sticks to Tweek's because their fingers are interlocked, then why bother?
