In the summer before their junior year shit got real. They had spent the two previous years tentatively exploring this new manifestation of their perpetual relationship.

Making out became an addiction. They would sneak away from their friends during lunch and kiss till they got rashes from each others barely noticeable stubble and Craig often wondered aloud why they had waited so long before being that way with each other. But they were timid as well when it came to these newly discovered activities, especially when they would find themselves alone in one of their bedrooms. Craig would lie on his bed, fully clothed, his eyes closed, only his hat slowly sliding off his head and Tweek would climb over him, kicking his shoes as he was lying down on top of his friend. They would spend hours in that position, either sleeping or kissing, or, as the days went by, moving against each other, feeling each others bodies underneath the fabric, trying to form their own rhythm, creating a yet alien sensation, based on friction and stimulation and, basically, want.

What they were experiencing was overwhelming in the way that their affection for each other and the innocent love they had shared were accompanied or even transformed by a physical attraction that was becoming more demanding and urgent as the years went by. And at the end, if they were holding back, it wasn't because they hadn't overcome their inhibitions but because they felt no need to rush things. They had all the time in the world.

In the aforementioned summer, Craig's parents decided to stay a week at Grandma's Tucker place in Minnesota and so, naturally, Craig invited his 'fake but oh so real' boyfriend to spend said week with him. Tweek's parents were okay with it as long as he didn't neglect his duties at the coffee shop.

So on a warm but cloudy Monday in the middle of July Tweek, after finishing his morning shift, packed an, according to Craig, ridiculously oversized bag ('it's just a week dumbass'), managing to smuggle at least three packs of his parents' coffee in it and arrived at Craig's house. They had stayed together all by themselves before, but mostly just for a day. As exciting an experience this could turn out to be, it was also a little terrifying. They would have to do stuff, wouldn't they?

By the time Tweek had arranged his things the way he liked them and taken a shower, it was already dark outside. Craig had prepared dinner, basically by reheating the leftover mac and cheese he had for lunch. He would prepare a better meal tomorrow, he told himself. They ate in the living room, Tweek as always didn't manage to finish not even half of it. When they were done, it was still early to go to bed so Craig suggested they should watch a movie.

"What kind of movie?" asked Tweek suspiciously.

"A horror one," came the dreaded reply.

"What? No way man! You know I can't handle them, what's wrong with you?"

"Relax. Think about it. It's ideal to watch it now, since you're spending the week with me," reasoned Craig. "I'll be there to see you through it. Your occasional fears don't last longer than that anyway."

But Tweek was still not entirely convinced "why can't we watch an action comedy or something. Maybe a Marvel movie?" Tweek loved superhero flicks.

"We can watch that tomorrow. Come ooon, it's been too long since I watched a scary movie, I missed it".

Tweek sighed, defeated "Okay, but I get to pick which one."

"You don't know shit about horror movies."

"I know about the classics," he protested "And I'm telling you now since you talked me into doing this, at least let's watch a classic one. They are less scary and much more atmospheric."

"Ha, what would you know?" teased Craig.

"Didn't you make me watch 'The Omen' you asshat? Right after Damien enrolled in our school. I had nightmares for almost a month. Not so much from the movie but from the fact that the son of Satan was going to school with us," Tweek elaborated. "I still remember how relieved I felt when he left."

"Jesus fine!" groaned Craig "Let me make a first selection and you get to pick the one we're watching."

They ended up watching 'Rosemary's Baby', which wasn't nearly as scary as Tweek thought it would be. And he was right about the atmospheric part, Craig admitted. Tweek had picked it over 'The Exorcist' and 'Poltergeist' cause "it has the word baby on the title, so it can't be all that bad, right?"

When the movie was over, they put their dirty dishes in the sink, Craig locked the door and they made their way upstairs, to Craig's bedroom.

They brushed their teeth standing side by side in front of the bathroom mirror, Craig occasionally bumping into Tweek, initiating a first form of their imminent touching and even that slightest contact of his elbow with Tweek's arm made Craig's insides twist in a playful manner and his mouth to go dry at the thought of what they were possibly about to do.

When they were inside Craig's bedroom, they stripped down to their boxers in order to change into their pajamas and Craig allowed his gaze to linger at Tweek's half naked form, his lean torso and his long legs, covered in soft, blonde hair.

Finally, Craig switched off the lights, leaving on just the one he kept on his nightstand and fell onto his bed. Tweek followed at once, climbing on top of him, pressing his body against Craig's and immediately bringing their mouths together with a hunger that suggested he had been having the exact same thoughts as his 'fake' boyfriend.

Craig pushed his tongue against Tweek's lips, slowly parting them with its tip and then he plunged it inside Tweek's mouth. Tweek sucked on it happily, letting small moans escape him. He broke the kiss after a while, brought his mouth to Craig's neck and started sucking at the soft skin there while he was trailing his lips further up until he reached Craig's ear.

Tweek licked along Craig's ear, sucking at his earlobe with such a ferocity and determination that Craig lost it.

"Do something," he breathed.

Tweek tilted back his head a little, a puzzling expression started forming on his face. Strands of blonde hair were sticking with sweat on his forehand, his cheeks were tinged with a delicious shade of pink and overall he was the sexiest thing Craig had ever seen.

"Like what?" he asked.

"I don't know" Craig replied "anything". Anything to enhance this pleasure, he wanted to say, but in their current state, his otherwise eloquent self had gone out of the window.

So Tweek slipped a hand inside his pajama pants and grabbed his aching erection.

"Fuck!" Craig yelped.

Tweek started kissing him again, while stroking his dick, running his fingers up and down its length and Craig could then clearly feel Tweek's matching erection rubbing against his thigh. Craig's head was spinning and he couldn't tell if it was from the beers they stole from his father's stash or from the pure intoxication that was having Tweek doing stuff like that to him. He wanted more.

"Hey, let's…let's get naked, ok?" he suggested desperately.

Tweek immediately sat up and started pulling his shirt over his head "yeah, yeah let's do that" he said while finishing taking his top off and throwing it on the floor. Usually he was very particular about his clothes being well folded and tucked inside clean drawers but he was too turned on to care about anything else than the feeling of Craig's bare skin against his own.

He struggled to get out of his pajama pants and his boxers while Craig had sat up and was taking his shirt off too. When Tweek was done, he stood hovering on top of Craig, who had managed to take off his pants as well, completely naked. Craig, still in his boxers, was staring at him. He had seen Tweek's dick before but it never occurred to him before just how much he actually liked it. How much he wanted to touch it, to know what it felt like.

"Are you gonna take these off, or do I have to do everything?" Tweek asked pointing at Craig's underwear, distracting him from his thoughts. Craig scoffed and then prompted himself on his elbows, sliding off his boxers. They stood still for a moment, taking in each others nakedness and then Tweek climbed on top of Craig again with slow, calculating motions.

When their erections aligned, both of them left such desperate small noises and indistinct sounds that Craig thought he was gonna come right there and then.

Then Tweek started to move, slowly and experimentally at the beginning and more firmly and quickly as the pleasure was becoming more and more unbearable.

When Craig felt he was close, he slipped a hand among them and jerked them both off, trying to match Tweek's pace.

"Holy shit, man!" Tweek exclaimed, while he continued to rock his hips, rubbing his erection against Craig's hand and dick.

He came with a cry, all over Craig's stomach, his eyes closed tight and with a most euphoric expression on his face. Craig was watching him, trying to imprint that image in his mind, feeling his own orgasm approaching and when Tweek collapsed beside him, overstimulated and dizzy, he gave his dick a final long stroke and came all over his stomach, adding his own come to Tweek's. Luckily, he kept a towel in his nightstand so he managed to clean himself up a little.

"Wow," Tweek huffed after a while.

"Yeah," agreed Craig. "Please don't tell me you want to shower or anything," he continued "I can hardly keep my eyes open."

"Well, I guess it could wait until morning," complied Tweek.

So Craig pulled a sheet over them, wrapped his arms around his 'fake boyfriend', with whom he just shared the best orgasm of his life and drifted to sleep, exhausted and dirty but so, so happy.