Hey guys! Glad to have you back. Thank you so much to everyone who read the first chapter and liked it. Thank you so so so much to Spice of Life and Sarah who left reviews! They were so nice and gave me a real kick in the butt to write. Hope you guys like this one too.

NSFW begins in this chapter. Earlier than I expected but whaddayagonnado?

Too Old For This Crap

Chapter 2: Freak Tweek

Tweak

"Nng! No! I don't wanna kill myself!"

It had been going on like this for a while now. Trying to explore new avenues of thought and new areas of diagnostic criteria that might lead to a few more notes on his file detailing his lunacy. After the initial pleasantries had been gotten through it had only taken a little while to review old ideas and then press on with the same bullshit as always. For fuck sake, they couldn't they change the record?!

"Okay. I just have to ask since kids on Prozac sometimes show increased signs of psychosis and maybe even have ideas about suicide. Have you been feeling depressed at all, Tweek?"

"Jesus, man! No! I feel just fine"

"Okay. But you know, if you ever were starting to feel kinda down you really have to talk to someone, okay?"

"Okay! Fine!"

When was he just going to let it go? Yes, he was jittery as hell but he wasn't about to off himself. What a ridiculous thing to suggest! Then again, short of revealing he hadn't been taking any of his meds since he 'd been prescribed them there really wasn't any effective way of avoiding the awkward questions about whether or not he wanted to throw in the towel on a permanent basis.

With a sigh and a slow, hard swallow, Tweek did his best to steady his nerves and carry on with the session. It wouldn't be long now before it was over and he could be free. Then he could get back to his normal life again. His shaky, frightening and all-round screwy life. Oh well. At least it was better than sitting in that office and putting up with stupid questions about his chaotic mind.

"You really don't like coming here, do you, Tweek?" said Dr. O'Neill after a moment's silent contemplation.

'No shit!' he thought as he looked up to meet the warm and yet still somehow intimidating man sitting before him.

"No."

"May I ask why?"

"I hate being told I'm a freak". It made him feel kind of sad to admit, but it was the truth. Every time he came here he always left feeling like the lowest creature on the planet. The doctor just smiled warmly and carried on in a voice that surprisingly had no hint of patronization.

"I don't think you're a freak, Tweek"

Freak Tweek. Did he have to say it that way? It made him shudder just to run it through his mind – although hopefully it wasn't noticeable through his already visible jitters. Freak Tweek had been a name he'd been given sometime around sixth or seventh grade and, though he heard it less frequently nowadays, it had persisted all the way into high school. When it had first started, kids used to say it all the time whenever he became extremely panicky and it only ever seemed to make things worse. He still had terrifying, torturous memories of being hunched in a ball on the floor while the other kids circled around him and chanted 'Freak Tweek' over and over. Over time it had become more of a pet name and had started to bother him less. It still cut a little though on the rare occasion it would now come up.

Once last year in eleventh grade he had been having a tough couple of days where his anxiety had really been getting the better of him. Between periods he had returned to his locker to find the moniker scrawled in dry-erase ink across the front of the metal door. Seeing it written there in big, black letters had really stung, especially since he hadn't heard or seen it for quite some time. He'd hoped it had been completely forgotten by that point and yet there it was, staring him in the face and reminding him what people really thought. He hadn't cried, but he had absent-mindedly bitten his lip so hard as he tried to deal with the thought that he had nearly drawn blood. He'd only been snapped out of it when the girl whose locker was next to his snapped him out of his shameful trance. The girl was Wendy Testerburger and she had always been one of the more understanding people in his life as he had been growing up. They weren't now or had ever been really close but she always seemed to understand how difficult it was for him just to get through each day and he always appreciated her kindness. She had done her best to make him feel better when she'd seen him quietly cut up by the offensive scrawl although there was nothing she could have really done to make it better. She had, however, been able to identify the culprit from the handwriting and it hadn't taken long for him to tell Craig who shortly thereafter delivered a swift punch to the stomach of the fat bastard who had written it. Craig had gotten in trouble for that, but Eric Cartman had always been one to whine when his actions came back to bite him in the ass.

Eric Cartman – or just Cartman as he was known to most – was pretty much despised by everyone in his school although the fat turd never seemed to take that fact on board. After having received a ton of abuse over the years, Tweek and his closest friends had had little to do with him and did their best to avoid his poison. Sometimes it had been pretty difficult though and if Tweek's anxiety alone hadn't been target enough for his jibes, the fact that he and Craig were the token gay guys in their grade had led them to be targeted even more. Cartman had gone on and on over the years about how both of them were extremely attracted to him and desperately wanted to fuck him. The idea of actually touching the morbidly obese asshole made both of them feel physically sick but it was well known that trying to argue with Cartman was exactly what he wanted and it was always better just not to engage him. Craig always seemed very adept at ignoring him and Tweek tried his best to do so too. Besides, they knew the truth, and knew there wasn't a Popsicle's chance in hell that either one of them would ever let him near them.

Still, being targeted for being gay as well as for having a pretty disabling anxiety disorder took its toll sometimes and he knew when the two were combined to make him feel like garbage, they really were effective. As if he didn't feel like enough of a freak for one reason alone.

"Tweek?" he heard the doctor say, snapping him out of a daze.

"Huh?" he replied, wondering if the doctor had said anything in the interim.

"I said I don't think you're a freak"

"Oh, right. Thanks, I guess…"

The doctor paused again giving him a contemplative look. "Did you have a little blackout there, buddy?"

"What?! What are you talking about?"

"Just then. There was a pretty long pause when you seemed like you were somewhere else"

"What?! Jesus, man! No. I was just side-tracked for a second"

"Uh huh. And do these little side-tracks happen often?"

"Oh, God…!" moaned Tweek as he exasperatedly let his head fall into his hand and forced the other to stay away from tugging at his hair.

The rest of the session passed just as he expected it would: slow and irritating. When the hour was up, the doctor invited his mom into the room with them to discuss what he thought about managing Tweek's anxiety and as usual the same garbage about medication and cognitive behavioural therapy came up. Eventually the long list of his attempted medications came to be recited and he rolled his eyes as he'd heard all of the name read out in order: Ritalin, Concerta, Strattera, Zyban, Tenex and Catapres for his ADHD, and when those hadn't worked: Celexa, Prozac, Lyrica, BuSpar for his anxiety disorder, as well as Xanax for the times when he was feeling extremely nervous and began to lash out. He'd been warned many times that Xanax was only for those really desperate moments and wasn't something he needed to take all the time. He'd grown pretty tired with being warned about using it and it was that one in particular that Craig said really whacked him out. That's why he didn't take it. If only they'd known that the pills they gave him generally tended to end up in his closet, then perhaps they wouldn't bother to spend so much time talking about it. Tweek remained quiet and tuned them out as he waited for the last few minutes to tick by and, with feigned sentiments on his part, he and his mom parted ways with the doctor with the promise of returning in about a year's time or sooner if he felt the need. 'Yeah, as if I'd come back before I have to' he'd thought.

When they got into the car, his mom asked him if he'd brought everything he needed for school and he simply told her 'yes' not really knowing if he had or not. Forcing the same old answers to questions about his session his mom asked as she drove him to school, he let his mind float away as best he could as he tried to let the stress of the visit to the psychiatrist dissipate. Admittedly he felt a great deal calmer that he was now away from that place and was heading away to be with his friends again. At least now they could all go back to normal with him being only slightly tense instead of a nervous wreck that seemed like he was going to pop at any minute. He really did owe those guys a great deal of gratitude for putting up with his restlessness and he owed a great deal in particular to his amazing boyfriend.

Oh Craig. That tall, handsome soldier that he could always rely on to make him feel better about himself. He always seemed to stay so calm and steady throughout Tweek's highly-strung periods and was always available to bring him back down to earth when he went off like a rocket ship. He'd have to do something for him to let him know how thankful was. In fact, he'd probably have to do something for Token and Clyde as well considering they'd certainly been in the splash-zone for his jitter-jamboree. Still, Craig would come first and he knew he'd have to let him know that his solidarity was more than appreciated.

How though?

That was a pretty difficult question and not one that he was ever really able to provide a quick answer for. His boyfriend was quite an enigma when it came to gift giving or anything like that and Tweek always had trouble trying to think of things he could do for him. Craig had interests for sure but they weren't really things for which you could buy stuff.

Craig was difficult to put into a category as he seemed to take a little of everything when it came to pass-times. He was a pretty good artist and could regularly be found doodling something kind of dark and cool. He was pretty into music as well although Tweek knew that he only decided for himself what he wanted to listen to. He was good at sports although Tweek was less than useless when it came to knowing what to buy for him in that regard. That, and it seemed more like something he did to keep his dad off his back for some of the time rather than actually enjoying it. Indeed, Craig was a tough one to buy for and that only served to make Tweek feel pretty dumb for never being able to come up with something.

Who said he had to buy something though? Perhaps they could do something together, or with all four of them or even more people. Craig seemed to love hanging out and doing something cool so maybe that was a way to go. With what money would he actually pay for some grand outing like that though? He sure as hell didn't have hundreds of dollars to spend at a moment's notice. Besides, they were already heading out somewhere that evening to blow off some steam so that idea was a bust too.

With a sigh, he turned his eyes from looking out the side window to the road ahead and figured a well-deserved blowjob would probably have to do for now until he could think of something better. Not that that would be unwelcome by any means as they hadn't been doing it much in the preceding weeks as he'd drawn ever closer to his psychiatric evaluation. He'd been too on edge to even think about it and he really hoped he hadn't made Craig's balls too blue during that time. Hell, now that he thought about it, it seemed his own downstairs business could use a good workout after a couple week's inactivity and as the thought of what they might get up too later that night took over, so too did the corners of his mouth start to pull upwards.

"Now that looks better", said his mom after a few moments as she briefly glanced it him. "Feel better now, hun?"

"Yeah, I think so" he replied, hoping she couldn't figure out what he was thinking about or notice him sitting uncomfortably in an attempt to hide any hint of arousal.

"Feel like you can manage today?"

"I manage most days, don't I?"

"You sure do", she said contentedly as they slowed down and pulled up outside the school.

After grabbing his bag and giving his mom a hug, he stepped out of the car and watched her drive away before turning around to look up at the school. With a sigh, he pushed forward and tried to forget about the prying questions that were going to come from other students as to why he was late. He knew from experience that it was best not to mention he'd been to see a shrink as that would only lead to assumptions that he was some schizophrenic whackadoodle that at any moment might pull out a gun and start shooting. They could really let their imaginations run riot sometimes and he really didn't want to give them any more reason to avoid him than they already did. Well, they didn't so much avoid him but it was common knowledge that was pretty jumpy and those who didn't know him so well always approached him with caution as if he were a time bomb that might go off at any second. He figured there was a hint of truth in their somewhere although it was best to keep that on a need-to-know basis.

Pushing through the front door, he decided to skip going to his locker and headed straight for biology. He was going to be late either way and figured he may as well get the awkward stares over with sooner rather than later. Making a few turns down various hallways, he eventually arrived at the door to the science lab. With a steadying breath and a conviction to try and keep his jitters at bay, he pulled open the door and stepped inside to be greeted, as he expected, by the silent staring faces of everyone in the room due to his clearly having walked in during the middle of the lesson. Trying to ignore them, he delved into his pocket searching for the note that would get him out of a tardy slip and tentatively handed it to the teacher at the front before scrambling away to his bench and trying to disappear.

After a few seconds that seemed to take several hours to pass, the teacher simply put the note down and carried on with whatever it was he had been teaching. After a few moments, he heard his walnut brown-haired lab partner lean over from the left and whisper.

"Hey. How'd it go?"

"Same as always, I guess. Thanks for asking though"

"They ready to put you a straightjacket yet?"

"Shut up" he whispered with a smile and a gentle shove. "You better hope they're not or else I might flip out on you"

"It's cool, man. I've been ready to tackle you and drag you off to the nuthouse for weeks"

"Screw you!" he said with a snigger and making just a little too much noise to go unnoticed. Hearing the teacher stop, he looked up to see a stern glare directed at him and the dreaded feeling of being busted slowly started to creep in. As expected, the unamused teacher spoke up.

"Tweek, if coming into my classroom late and interrupting my lesson wasn't enough, do you think it's really in your best interests to cause yet more disruption?"

"No" he replied glumly, hoping a detention wasn't coming his way.

"No what?"

"No, Mr. Moore"

"Can I expect you to be quiet for the rest of the class or would you rather carry on talking and come back to have the lesson again after school?"

"I'll be quiet, sir"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir"

With an unconvinced look, the teacher once again turned away and carried on, leaving Tweek to hope Clyde wasn't planning to deliberately get him into trouble. If he were then it certainly wouldn't have been the first time his friend had decided to mess with him. He'd been holding off from doing so in recent weeks though. Perhaps now that the big moment had come and gone Clyde figured it was time to let him have it and it made him grimace to think that perhaps he had saved up enough devious, albeit good-natured energy designed to prank him or give him the run around that he would now let loose.

Ah well. That was just Clyde Donovan and he found it pretty cool. He was really fun and could always perk him up. They had been good friends for less time than he and Craig but they had nonetheless come to be pretty important figures in each other's lives. Something in both Tweek in Clyde resonated in each other and they seemed to share an understanding of what it was like to press on through life whilst being pretty fucked up on the inside.

From the outside, it was probably pretty hard to tell Clyde had a good deal of internal torment. After all, he was a very attractive boy and had a surprisingly sharp sense of fashion. That, and he always wore a look of laid-back contentment that seemed to signal that everything in his life was pretty sweet. He'd known tragedy though, that was for damn sure and, if you got to know him, it wouldn't take too long before being able to see the cracks in his demeanour. Clyde's mom had died horribly in some accident at home that Tweek didn't really know all the details of. All he did know was that it had happened in their family bathroom and Clyde had witnessed the whole thing. For whatever reason he seemed to blame himself and although it had happened years ago he still seemed to carry it out around with him. It was a sadness in him that he just couldn't shake off and although he remained as chipper as anyone else for the most part, to his closest friends there was always an inner pain that could reveal itself at any moment. For that reason, he and Tweek shared an unspoken bond and somehow seemed to support one another in the knowledge that life was hard and they just had to get through it somehow.

Turning his gaze to the now open textbook on the bench before him, he did his best to avoid the boy in the next seat despite how much him just being himself made Tweek want to laugh.

Craig

"What the hell is this supposed to be?" Craig asked to the table as he sat down and picked up something from his tray that sort of resembled pizza.

"Looks like a piece of a FedEx box, or something?" said Token as he opened up some Tupperware he brought from home. The removal of the plastic lid revealed a chicken and walnut salad that beat the cafeteria food in quality by a mile.

"You wanna trade?" Craig asked as he eyed the appetizing contents of his friend's meal.

"You touch this and I'll destroy you", replied Token, shielding his lunch from Craig's hungry stare.

Craig just huffed and set his gaze on the cardboard mess before him and tentatively nibbled at the three-dollar lunch.

A moment later, he noticed a few of the others at their table look up and acknowledge the arrival of a couple more of their peers and, noticing a familiar presence land on the seat beside him, glanced to the side with a slightly-less-sleepy-than-earlier smile.

"Hey, babe"

"Hey, snookums" the blonde boy replied. The pair snickered before exchanging a quick kiss and ended up leaning against one another for a moment as Tweek greeted the rest of the table. They never used names like 'babe' or 'darling' or 'sweetheart' for each other, except mockingly. Craig was absolutely not the type to be lovey-dovey or overly affectionate in public and Tweek was happy to let him maintain his cool – if sometimes downright frosty – exterior out in the open.

"How was it?" Craig asked quietly as Clyde sat down on the other side of the table and the general chitter-chatter resumed.

"Ah, you know. I'm totally nuts and they're just about ready to cart me off. The usual."

"Wouldn't have you any other way"

"Ha. Like you have a choice" Tweek said cheerily before jumping into the conversation with the rest of the table.

Craig sighed internally as he tried to do so too. Tweek was right: he didn't really have a choice. It wasn't that Tweek's anxiety bothered him, or that being with him was sometimes like trying to pin down a jackrabbit on cocaine. He would have him any way at all and he had absolutely no problem with that. The issue was that he just didn't know if it was ultimately enough and that in itself was not something he could easily measure in his mind. Tweek being Tweek was great and he had a great deal of affection for his lively boyfriend. He loved that he was jumpy, and jittery, and kind of a fruitcake. That paled in comparison though to how on the other hand he was so kind, and caring, and made him feel needed. For all of Tweek's bad, there was a mountain of good to counter it and Craig loved that.

That was it though. He loved those things about Tweek and, as he turned his gaze to the smiling, albeit overly excited boy next to him, he couldn't deny the dreaded feeling that once again surfaced somewhere in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know if he loved him.

Looking away, he was met with the solid, steely eyes of Token who didn't need to say a word to get his point across. He had stopped eating and was holding his fork motionlessly above his salad bowl as he silently stared at his friend and conveyed his message without a whisper: 'I know there's something on your mind. Are you ready to tell me yet?'

Craig tilted his head slightly as he echoed the stare. He could do this just for as long as Token and over the years these staring battles had become commonplace in their everyday interactions. Craig knew Token was usually the victor in the end but he wasn't going to go down without a fight. He had to hold onto some small shred of pride before he gave in and at least could feel like he'd put up a good fight before caving in.

Like both a blessing and a curse, their wordless interaction was suddenly broken with a rather unpleasant arrival.

"Hey, gaywads. How's it hanging?" came the whiny, braggart-y voice of the fat gasbag for whom Craig rarely had any time. The seat he took groaned as his enormous weight was rested upon it and the table's occupants quietly and crabbily returned fragments of greetings before resigning to allowing their new member to arrogantly change the subject. "Oh man, did anyone else see Justin Bieber's naked pics on the internet yet? I'm can't believe how much bigger my dick is that his!"

The whole table just shuffled uncomfortably.

"Why did you look for naked pictures of Justin Bieber?" Craig asked after a moment or two, wondering why on earth Cartman would bring something like that up out of the blue.

"It's like all over the internet right now, bro. You, like, can't avoid it. And I'm just saying, my package is way sweeter than his"

"Why are you telling us that?" Craig continued in that same, monotonous tone that he always used to call Cartman out on his bullshit.

"I'm just saying, man. And don't pretend like you haven't seen it! I bet you couldn't wait to jerk off over his gay ass, you filthy fucking faggot"

"I haven't seen it" Craig replied, trying not to become incensed by the slur. It was pretty commonplace for Cartman to be honest.

"Whatever, man" said Cartman changing his tone to one of light, self-satisfied, feigned disinterest. "But you should know, leading a secret life of jerking off to celebrities on the internet will only hurt your lover" he mocked as he gestured to Tweek. "But then again, queers are always dirty cheaters and so maybe you two are already long past that"

"Shut up, fatass!" shot a smaller, redheaded boy a few places along from Cartman. "You don't know shit about relationships, let alone about same-sex couples"

"Oh, boy, and here comes Kyle, everybody!" said Cartman with affected irritation. "Everyone listen up for the speech from the all-knowledgeable Encyclopedia Jew-tanica"

"Fuck you!" spat the fiery boy as he and Cartman began their daily episode of ranting and raving at each other. It was something that they all pretty much just accepted nowadays and would simply have to let pass before they could carry on. Craig turned to Tweek as it pushed onwards to make sure everything was okay, although he knew Tweek didn't take Cartman's crap to heart anymore.

"You okay?"

"Oh sure. It's Cartman. What are you gonna do?"

"Yeah. Anyway, you all set to head out tonight?"

"Yeah, definitely. Where are we going?"

"I figured we'd go get some dinner, maybe head to the bowling alley or the movies or something. Or maybe we could just go hang out somewhere. It's all pretty much up to you, you know, I figured we'd do something you wanted since you've been having a rough time lately"

"It's cool. I'm up for whatever. And to be honest I'm looking forward to afterwards, if you know what I mean"

"Oh yeah" said Craig with an intrigued grin, "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" said Tweek as he linked his fingers into Craig's under the table. "I figured we deserved to get a little crazy after kind of a long dry spell"

"Fair warning: I'm pretty pent up so you might not be able to walk right for a few days"

"Oh Jesus!" whispered Tweak with a giggle but with a very faint hint of genuine worry. He really hoped he wouldn't be banged so hard that people might notice him walking funny. That was something for which he'd definitely not want to make up a story to cover his ass - literally. "Well, remember, I'm only human"

"Well, I'm not sure I will be when we're alone" Craig said into Tweek's ear before biting his earlobe gently and eliciting a half giggle/half scream from his boyfriend.

"Eww! God!" suddenly barked Cartman. "Would you two please keep your queer stuff private?! Nobody wants to see you swapping AIDS in the cafeteria, you goddamn butt pirates!"

"Hey, fuck you, Cartman!" Craig said annoyedly with the fat load now starting to get to him. Rather than stay and argue though he decided to ditch the rest of his crappy lunch, give Cartman the finger, and pull his boyfriend away so they wouldn't have to take that dumbass's vitriol for the rest of the period.

Heading out of the cafeteria and out of the back door, the two boys walked hand in hand across the concreted seating area and out towards the benches which looked toward the football field and then out towards the mountains in the distance. Pulling Tweek over to one of the benches, Craig sat him down and pulled him close to keep him warm in the crisp October air. It was never easy to tell whether Tweek was shaking from the cold or his anxiety so it was usually a good idea to cover all the bases. Fortunately for him, he was pretty tall – the tallest guy in their year, in fact – and Tweek's head always rested perfectly against his shoulder when he had his arm around him.

"You know, I really hate that asshole sometimes" Craig said after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah. Well, he's got enough problems, I guess"

"You ever notice how he brings up weird things about gay people and stuff without really any warning?"

"I figure he's just trying to get a rise out of us"

"I guess. Does it ever get to you?"

"Hm. Sometimes. I guess we've had enough of it that it turns into white noise after a while"

"I guess you're right"

The two sat in silence again for a few moments as various kids unknown to them wandered past, some giving them curious looks, some not. Despite the whole town not really caring about anyone being different, high school was still high school and seeing two boys holding each other affectionately was still a little uncommon, even for them. Craig didn't care though. He'd never really cared what anybody thought about him and wasn't going to start anytime soon. Hell, if boy-girl couples could go around making horrendous public displays of affection then he figured he sure as hell wasn't going to worry about hugging his boyfriend where everyone could see.

"So really, how was it today?"

Tweek sighed quietly as he settled into Craig's comforting embrace.

"Sucky. I really hate having them tell me I'm so weird. I mean, I know I'm weird so why rub salt in the wound?

"We're all weird in our own way. Why worry?"

"I know, it's just…I hate them telling me I'm like…abnormal…you know. I mean, I just hate when they tell me I need to be fixed. I know I do, but it's never gonna happen. I wish they'd just leave me alone"

"I don't think you need to be fixed. You know you're perfect, right?"

Tweek grumbled, "I think you know very well that I'm not perfect. Hell, I'm not even okay, I'm-"

"Shh" said Craig giving him a gentle squeeze. "You're perfect for me".

"Thanks" Tweek replied. "I love you"

"Aww, shucks!" said Craig goofily and giving him a playful nudge. It made Tweek giggle and gave him the escape he needed from having to echo the sentiment. He felt he should have said it back, but he didn't want to lie. He always did something like that in those situations when he might be forced to say it. He'd managed to find ways to dodge reciprocating whenever it came up and, although he was pretty savvy at doing so, it made him feel pretty rotten. It wasn't fair for Tweek not to hear it back but he just didn't know what to do. At least for now he'd managed to get by without having to lie and hopefully he'd be able to carry on doing so.

The two boys stayed together on the bench until the bell rang for the next period, after which they parted ways and headed to their different classes. Craig never liked having to leave Tweek when they were having an intimate moment as it always felt like regardless of how he felt, things were going to be okay somehow. Oh well, it wouldn't be long now before he'd get to see him again and only a little longer after that before he got his libido serviced as well. That was really something to look forward to and something that he was going to have to battle to keep his excitement from getting the better of him during the least few hours of the school day.

With a sly smile, he made his way to his locker to gather his things for his next class and stopped there for a few moments to read through some emails on his phone. He really didn't want his phone confiscated again for using it in class and so he figured he best make sure there was nothing urgent before stuffing it in his pocket and trying to leave it there for the next few hours.

Just as he finished up and closed his locker door, he turned and paused for a moment as he watched a group of juniors walk past on their way to whatever class they had. One member of their group caught his eye in particular, a boy about six inches shorter than him with brown hair and blue eyes that seemed to shine. He was dressed just like anyone else but somehow his clothes seemed to accentuate his body in the right places and, as he walked away, Craig found his eyes wander down to rest on the boy's butt which seemed to swish just perfectly with each step.

'Holy crap' he thought as he watched him walk off for a short distance and then half-smiled to himself as he thought about what it would be like to grab onto it.

Wow. He really must have been getting desperate if he was starting to think about getting with juniors. Shaking his head slightly, he headed off down the hallway in the opposite direction towards history class. It didn't take him long to get to the room where upon arriving found thankfully that he wasn't late, but on the way he couldn't help but think about that enticing boy butt and found he was really wondering what it might have been like to grab a handful of it, or maybe even take a bite…

With a sigh, he sat down at his desk and let his head fall backwards so he was looking up at the ceiling. He never found history very exciting and knew it was just one more thing he had to get through before the last bell rang. After a few moments of silent contemplation about whether or not he should sleep through this class too or actually make it look like was doing work, he raised his head back up to meet the eyes of Token who was once again watching him silently.

"What?" he asked after they once again shared a few moments of wordless staring.

"When are you gonna tell me what's eating you?"

Craig just turned away and gave him the finger. He decided he really wasn't ready to reveal his worries about he and Tweek. He didn't want to make Token worry. After all, soon as he told him then he would make him talk about it and he wasn't even sure himself if he actually wanted to start analysing his feelings. He didn't know what he'd find deep down inside and perhaps it was better just to let things be.

When the final bell rang, Craig didn't waste any time in grabbing all of his stuff and barrelling out the front door. Almost skipping across the snow-covered front lawn, he made his way over to the parking lot and leaned against the driver's door of Token's Mercedes hoping today would be the day he finally let him get behind the wheel.

Token was so lucky having such rich parents. He seemed to have everything a 17-year-old boy could want but somehow seemed to be very down to earth about it all. He had expensive clothes, always the latest iPhone, an awesome car and pretty much everything else he needed and yet still he remained pretty quiet about it all. He wasn't spoiled or arrogant, he was just like any other guy and that's what made him so cool. That, and he was just an all-round awesome guy in Craig's eyes. They just seemed to click.

After a couple of minutes, Craig looked up to see Token walking along the path towards the student lot instead of across the slushy snow as he had done. Mustering the most hopeful look he could, he gazed longingly across to his friend as he approached and even began to hop excitedly in the hope that false cuteness might earn him a chance to drive.

"No way, man" was how Token greeted him before joining him on the driver's side.

"Aw come on, bro!" he whined in defeat. "I promise I'll keep it slow"

"You have any idea what my parents would do to me if you wrecked this thing?"

"Get you a new one?" he teased, earning himself a soft punch in the arm. With his answer, he glumly wandered around to the other side and fell down into the passenger seat as they waited for his boyfriend and Clyde. They watched their various classmates and the many other students cross past the car as they waited and chatted idly as the time passed.

"What do you think about Bebe?" Token asked a short way into their conversation.

"What about her?" Craig replied sceptically.

"Like, what do you think about her? You know, as a person?"

"She's…nice, I guess" said Craig, wondering what his friend was getting at. "Why?"

"I'm thinking of asking her to go with me to Wendy's Halloween party"

"Huh…" was all Craig could say as he processed the thought.

"Well…what do you think?"

"Do you like her, you know, like that?"

"Yeah, I think so. Do you think she'd wanna go out with me?"

"I dunno"

"You think you could find out?"

"How?" asked Craig having literally no clue why Token figured he would be the one to go to Bebe and ask if she liked him.

"Wow. You are like the worst gay best friend ever" Token said through a chuckle.

"What the fuck, man?"

"What do you mean 'what the fuck?'. You're supposed to be, like, in with all the girls and talk about boys and go shopping and get pedicures"

"Dude! Weak!" he said, finding the joke not at all funny.

"I'm just saying, man, if you're gonna be gay you may as well go all out. Maybe join in a parade once in a while"

"Hey! Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have to be queer"

"Well, I figure you're just not trying hard enough"

Craig couldn't help but laugh at that one and simply flipped his friend off as they returned their gaze out through the windshield. The two sat in silence for a little while as they still waited on their remaining friends and it didn't take long for Token to pipe up once again.

"So, are you ready to tell me what's bugging you yet?"

Craig closed his eyes and sighed. He really didn't want to get it out in the open but it had been plaguing him on and off all afternoon and was becoming a little too heavy to hold onto.

"It's nothing. Really. I've just been thinking about me and Tweek and…you know, what's gonna happen…"

"You mean like when this year's over and we have to leave for college and stuff?"

"Well, yeah, but like…even before that I'm just…thinking about stuff…"

"What stuff?"

"I don't know, man. Just stuff. Like, we've been together for forever and I just…I just never expected this to happen to me. This kind of relationship, I mean"

"Right" said Token as he pondered exactly what his friend was getting at. "Do you…maybe wanna break up with him?"

"Oh my God, no! Definitely no! I just…I don't know. That's the problem, I just don't know how I feel"

"About him?"

"I'm not sure. He's awesome and I love being with him but…"

"Do you love him?" Token finally asked making Craig stop and stare straight ahead with a look that was the epitome of cluelessness.

Before Token could ask anything else, the silence was broken by both back passenger doors being pulled open and two cheery, noisy boys bundling into the back seat.

"What's up, nerds?!" chimed Clyde as he slammed his door and stuffed his backpack into the space between his and Tweek's feet.

"Clyde, what the hell?! Be careful! You'll rip the leather"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot this car was your girlfriend" he mocked. "She's so pretty! Hey baby, wanna take me for a ride?" he said as he began to rub the everything around him seductively.

"Dude, knock it off!" warned Token who, despite not wanting to admit it, loved his car like his firstborn.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, bitch?" he said as he started rubbing the window switch and making the window slide up and down.

Craig just laughed at the clown sitting in the back and then turned his attention his boyfriend sitting next to him.

"Hey" he said with a smile.

"Hey" Tweek replied as he leaned forward to peck the taller boy on the lips.

"Good day?"

"Good enough" he said tiredly, his jitters happily not present for the moment. "You wanna head over to my house and hang out before we go out later?"

"Wish I could, but if I don't get my homework done my dad's gonna be pretty mad"

"Okay. Well, do you wanna pick me up later?"

"Yeah, sure. Unless you wanna pick me up?" said Craig with a grin knowing full well what the answer would be. Tweek had only just managed to earn his driver's license in the summer after having failed several timers beforehand. To call him a nervous driver was an understatement and getting into the car with him behind the wheel was like letting Spongebob drive. It was a nightmare and pretty much something that should be avoided at all costs.

"Okay, never mind" he said as he silently received his answer from Tweek whose eyes were now noticeably wider having had a moment to process the prospect that Craig may have been serious. "I'll come get you"

"Thanks" Tweek replied before they were both distracted by a piercing shout of horror coming from Token. They both looked over to see Clyde running his tongue up the side of Token's headrest and Token frantically swiping at him to try and get him to stop. They both just laughed as Token freaked out over the newly deposited saliva on his car's upholstery and simply sat back to watch the heated exchange between he and Clyde that then began to take place.

Much later at around 7, Craig pulled up in his own much less impressive car outside Tweek's house and turned off the engine. He'd been feeling kind of blue ever since Token had dropped him off at home and he hadn't been able to concentrate on his homework all that well. He couldn't believe he'd nearly revealed to Token that he didn't know if he loved his boyfriend or not but weirdly he had felt pretty good about almost unburdening himself. Tonight probably wasn't the night to try again though. Tonight he had to make sure Tweek had a good time as he'd certainly been through the ringer in recent weeks. He deserved to feel relaxed and he really hoped his anxiety wouldn't get the better of him.

As he approached the front door, he sighed to himself, put a smile on his face and rang the doorbell. A moment later, he was bathed in light and greeted by the smiling face of Tweek's dad.

"Hi, Craig" the redheaded man said happily. Craig had always puzzled at that and wondered why Tweek had turned out with such golden locks. Oh well. He preferred blondes anyway.

"Hi, Mr. Tweak. Is Tweek ready?"

"Go on up, son" he said as he stepped aside to let Craig in. "Would you like to take some coffee?".

Craig looked down, declined but thanked him before ascending the stairs. He was about half a foot taller than Mr. Tweak and it always had felt kind of weird to him that he was taller than his boyfriend's dad. He didn't know why. It just felt odd, as if he were the one that was meant to feel intimidated by him instead of the other way around. He didn't know if he intimidated Tweek's dad, but nonetheless it felt kind of odd to be so much taller than him. Having said that, he was taller than pretty much everyone else he knew aside from his dad who still topped him by an inch or so. It was just enough to make him still feel dominated whenever they got into a spat and something he wished wasn't an issue. He liked being taller than everyone else and it felt weird that there was still someone taller than him. It sucked even more that that person was the one person in this world he liked the least – well, perhaps aside from Cartman.

Shrugging off those thoughts, he refrained from knocking on Tweek's door and went right on in. He was greeted with the sight of his pants-less boyfriend downing the last of a large cup of coffee and who startled when he heard Craig enter.

"Gah! Jesus! Close the door, Craig!" he cried as he scrambled to find a bottom half to cover his legs.

"You worried someone will see you?" Craig sniggered. "Would it be all that bad?"

"I just get freaked out when my parents see me undressed. I'm not hot like you"

"I…" began Craig before pondering the thought for a second, "Thanks. I never really worried about appearing hot in my own home though before. I guess I just don't care as long as my junk is hidden"

"Well, I can't let them see me naked, man! I can't let anyone see me naked!"

"Okay, whatever. As long as I'm not included in that" he said seductively as we wandered over to his boyfriend and playfully fought with him as he tried to pull up a pair of jeans.

"Craig! Stop it!" Tweek chuckled. "There'll be time for that later!"

"Aw! But I wanna get busy right now."

"The guys will be waiting for us!"

"Aw, let 'em wait" he said as he began to pull on his boyfriend's shirt. Tweek simply giggled and fought back at his boyfriend's fervent advances and eventually they ended up falling onto his bed in a heap. As they settled momentarily, Craig looked down at Tweek as he lay on top of him and looked into his eyes as he contemplated silently. Tweek was a pretty little blonde and though very distinctly male, his features were soft and almost delicate. His eyes were a crisp, refreshing blue which seemed to contrast severely with his jittery personality. If the eyes were the windows to the soul then in Tweek they were certainly tinted so it was harder to see in. Beneath those blue orbs was his cute little nose that had become slightly more angular over the past couple of years as he'd grown. When they'd first started being together Craig had always liked how small, and button-like it was and had been a little let down when it had started to gain more definition, despite the fact that it made him look more like a young man than an adolescent boy. The change in his nose was more than made up for by his sweet little lips underneath and though they were usually pulled thin and always looked a little chewed-on as a result of his anxiety, they still appeared rather inviting to Craig whenever he was within kissing-distance. One of those times was right now and, without saying a word, he leaned his head forward and pushed his own lips against Tweek's.

It felt good to kiss him, regardless of how he felt otherwise. Despite wondering in the back of his mind about the many other lips out there that he had never kissed, somehow it seemed like it didn't matter when theirs were interlocked.

Little moments like that though could only ever last a short while and no sooner than when he parted from the boy beneath him, so too did the thoughts about wanting to experience more come racing back. Tweek was great, but he was all he had known and he couldn't fight the thoughts to wonder what it would be like to mix it up a little. Just a little. All he needed was a little taste of something different, just to see if there was indeed something different to taste.

Making sure not to let Tweek notice the sudden dip in his mood, he pushed himself off of the bed and pulled his boyfriend up so he could finally finish zipping up his jeans. With a quick check of his room to make sure he had everything he needed and taking one more second to down the last of the coffee he had been nursing, Tweek ushered Craig out of his room, locked the door behind him to make sure no one could get in while he was away, and walked down and out of the house towards Craig's car. The pair jumped in and straight away Craig gunned it in the direction of the restaurant where Token and Clyde as well as his friends Kyle and Kenny would be waiting. After Craig, Token and Clyde, those two were next in line in his friendship hierarchy and he liked hanging out with them just as much as the others. Friendship groups had undergone many metamorphoses ever since their grade had entered South Park High School and it was funny to think back and realise that despite many groups changing and people coming and going, Craig, Token, Clyde and himself had somehow remained steadfastly together once they're little circle had been formed. It seemed that many others had noticed as well and at some point they'd earned themselves the moniker of 'Craig's gang'. Tweek had quite liked the sound of that when he'd first heard it and it felt kind of nice to be part of a gang, or any group really where he could feel accepted. Token and Clyde had been somewhat less amused since there wasn't really any call to let Craig get the glory and have their group named after him. Craig had never really seemed to care although Tweek had mentioned that he seemed smug about it sometimes. Maybe he was. After all, it was kind of cool to be thought of as a gang leader – despite their 'gang' being quite far from the most literal definition of the word.

Pulling up at the restaurant, Tweek hopped out as Craig was turning off the engine and he could see Tweek perk up when he saw where they were. For some reason he seemed to love P. F. Chang's and Craig had figured this would be the most likely place where his boyfriend could at least try to relax. As he got out of the car, he walked around to the sidewalk where he was waiting for him and lazily worked their fingers together before pulling him inside. Whatever it was about this place that made Tweek happy he had no idea, after all it wasn't particularly different or fancy compared to other Chinese restaurants. That being said, it was head and shoulders above their other option in South Park, City Wok, and the very thought of stepping into that place and being verbally abused by the owner was enough to make him sneer.

After mentioning their party's name to the maitre d', they were lead over towards where the booths were in the back and were greeted loudly by their friends who had all arrived before them. Craig watched as Tweek was practically floored in the one-man dog pile that was Kenny and it made him smirk to watch his skinny, twitchy blonde boy attempt to prop up the taller, much heavier blondie who was currently bear-hugging him. Kenny was an odd guy to say the least but he was still pretty cool and, despite having an even shittier upbringing than him with meth-head parents and living in a total craphole, he'd turned out a genuinely interesting - albeit somewhat perverted - guy. Was perverted the right word? It wasn't as if his more adult-oriented exploits were sickening or disgusting, but he was still a randy little fucker and it always made Craig laugh when he got up to something that most boys his age wouldn't even dream of.

"Hey, Ken. You mind letting him breathe again, man?" said Craig as he noticed Tweek beginning to turn from being elated to nearly asphyxiated. He regretted it when the orange-clad boy released his boyfriend and then wrapped himself around him boa constrictor-style.

"Hey, Craig, you sexy fuck!" said Kenny as he compressed him.

"Woah, okay, down boy!" Craig said as he pried his friend off, "Save it for the waitresses"

The boys took their seats and fell into the conversation which they had interrupted and before long it seemed they were all back to their old ways. It seemed as if nothing had changed from several weeks beforehand when they'd all been hanging out and to see Tweek suddenly laughing again with his jitters on their minimum setting genuinely filled him with happiness. It was always hard to see Tweek struggling just to get by and, although he never really let it show, it upset him to watch Tweek go from that place where he was simply anxious to legitimately sad as a result of his fears. It was always heartbreaking. There had been times in the past during his most-anxious periods when he'd been spending the night with Tweek and woken up to find him not there in bed with him. Usually he'd found him sitting alone downstairs in the living room and occasionally he had found him crying as he'd shivered violently on the couch or floor or wherever he'd ended up. It was at those times when Craig had seen just how serious and real Tweek's anxiety disorder was and although to most it seemed like he had a handle on it, it was clear to see in those moments that there were times when he really couldn't handle himself. He hoped it was never so bad that he would think about doing something stupid to try and escape, but there was really no knowing despite how much they would talk about it.

Tonight though wasn't one of those times and Craig couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched Tweek laughing and enjoying spending time with his friends. He was so cute when he smiled and seemed to glow when he was having fun. It made him feel great.

Unfortunately, not everything was perfect though and the stain on their otherwise perfect dinner came in the form of Token's quiet, knowing gazes. They were only short-lived but they were still just as heavy as if he'd been glaring at him all night. They had not finished the conversation they'd been having in the car earlier and Craig really wished he had just kept his mouth shut. Now Token knew what he had been thinking and it wouldn't have taken a genius to fill in the gaps for what he had been getting at. Token clearly wanted to finish what they'd started and Craig knew he wasn't going to let up until they did.

With a sigh he tried to distract himself, and as he shifted in his seat his mind was immediately turned to other matters when he felt a small container shift in his pocket.

"Hey guys, anyone up for making this night awesome?" he said with a smirk as he removed the sizeable hip flask from his hoodie's pocket.

"Hell, yes! Looks like great minds think alike!" said Kenny as he did exactly the same – although he hadn't taken the time to put his alcohol in a different container. The table laughed loudly as the pair of boys cautiously displayed the two vessels which no doubt held some extremely strong liquor and, making sure none of the serving staff could see their group of underage rapscallions whooping over the booze, carefully began to undo the caps.

"Okay, who's ready to get messed up?" he said as he poured a good amount into his half-full glass of coke and stirring it up with his straw.

"Dude, it's a school night!" chided Kyle as he glared at his two hootch-wielding friends.

"Calm down, mom" said Kenny as he poured some liquid from his own container into Clyde's gladly offered glass and then took a long swig straight from the bottle. "It's good for you"

"Good how?" grumbled the red-afro'd boy next to him.

"Makes you more attractive, that's for sure" Kenny said eliciting a laugh from the table. Kyle just pouted as he protected his glass from being contaminated with whatever cheap liquor his friend had brought along. The rest of the group willingly offered their drinks up to be alcoholised, all aside from Tweek to whom Craig offered the bottle last after he failed to ask for some.

"Wanna let loose a little?" he asked as Tweek looked up at him worriedly.

"No way, man! What if my parents find out?! I can't let them see me drunk!"

Fuck. He knew that was going to put Tweek on edge. Why did he have to go and ruin a perfectly good thing?

"It's okay, don't worry about it. You don't have to if you don't want to"

"I don't wanna be lame though! I just…AAH!" he peeped as his fingers gradually began to work their way up to his hair. Craig grabbed them as he saw them go and quickly but gently rested his forehead against his now-edgy boyfriend's.

"You're not lame. You're perfect. Don't worry about it"

"I just…wanna do what you guys do…but I don't wanna get in trouble with my parents and I…aw jeez!"

"Baby, it's fine!" interrupted Kenny, "I'll still love you just as much, whatever you choose. You're my world"

Craig glared at him as the rest of the table laughed although it seemed to snap Tweek out of his anxious trance so he couldn't be all that annoyed.

"I guess I'll be the designated driver?" Tweek responded hopefully but also with a different kind of apprehension at the prospect of getting behind the wheel, and Craig just smiled and kissed him before turning their attention back to the table of underage drinkers.

The rest of the meal went by cheerily and gradually grew louder and more boisterous as the alcohol began to take its effect. Craig had watched Tweek as he'd made a real effort to use his chopsticks to eat his food and had sniggered to himself as the poor boy could barely keep them in his shaking fingers. Tweek had grown gradually more frustrated with himself as they had repeatedly flown in various directions and he eventually decided to take pity on the uncoordinated boy and use the chopsticks to feed him on his behalf. Tweek seemed grateful for the assistance despite asking several times if he should just ask for a fork. Craig had scorned him for even suggesting it and happily continued with bringing various pieces of dim sum and other things up from his plate to his mouth. It was a very cute mouth after all and one that his imagination began to put to use as the booze that had been in his cup now sank into his brain.

Eventually the meal came to an end and by that time their volume had reached a level that made other diners' heads begin to turn. It wasn't long before their waitress had returned and asked them as nicely as she could to keep it down. Whether that was a mistake on her part or an unwarranted act on Kenny's wasn't clear, but the now well-buzzed boy merrily pulled the poor girl onto his lap and asked for her number outright.

It hadn't taken long after that for them to be thrown out and the boys soon found themselves laughing about the incident in the parking lot as Token and Kyle remained behind apologizing profusely to the manager and leaving an enormous remorseful tip. They did not look particularly pleased when they finally followed their compatriots outside into the freezing night air and had expressed yet more disdain with Craig and Kenny as they continued to chug from the as-yet unfinished bottles they both possessed.

A nervous and jerky drive followed in Craig's overfilled car with Tweek in the driver's seat and they soon found themselves laughing in the bowling alley parking lot as a red-faced and shaky Tweek got out of the vehicle.

"You guys suck!" he grumbled as he locked the doors and gave the keys back to Craig before they all headed inside.

Like all bowling alleys, this one was loud and animated and was only made more so by their raucous arrival. In no time at all they all got shoes and balls and pretty soon were hurling them down their lane. Craig wasn't all that into bowling but Tweek sure seemed to be, despite him not being particularly good. His jitters seemed to land a fair few balls in the gutter but he still seemed pretty cheery just to be there. That was all Craig really needed to feel happy and he smiled as his buzzing mind calmly observed his friends enjoying themselves.

Suddenly Token sat down next to him, and the good feeling was gone. In its place was a feeling of dread and unwelcome apprehension. The two simply sat there watching their friends for a little while, neither one saying a thing but clearly both acknowledging the issue at hand.

Eventually it seemed Token couldn't hold back the burning question he held inside and quietly spoke without looking at him.

"So, you never answered my question earlier…"

"Not now, Token" Craig responded moodily.

"If not now, when?"

" I just don't wanna think about it right now…"

"Seems to me that maybe you can't stop thinking about it"

"So…?" he replied hoping that would be the end of it. No such luck.

"Talk to me, man. Let me help you"

Craig paused for a moment as he pondered the offer before looking down and shaking his head slightly,

"I don't think you can. I don't know if I even want to think about it"

"Well, you better try and figure it out. I mean, do you really wanna pretend your whole life?"

"Pretend? Pretend about what?"

"Pretend you love him"

"I…" he began before shutting up and gritting his teeth. The question annoyed him much more than it had done before and he put it down to the booze circulating in his blood. He was kind of mad at Token for ruining his good feeling but he knew he couldn't put the blame entirely on him. After all, he'd started this fire and it was only natural for Token to want to put it out. That was just his way.

At that moment, his train of thought was interrupted by Clyde telling him it was his turn and he begrudgingly got up to grab his ball off the rack. He couldn't ignore the anger which seemed to put a bitter taste in his mouth as he lined up to throw and, in combination with the liquor, ended up shooting the heavy globe straight into the gutter. He glared at the full set of white pins that remained standing at the other end of the lane and grimaced as he heard Kenny mock him from behind.

"Nice shooting, Tex! You learn to bowl at the same place you bought your tampons?"

He turned around with an irate glare with the intention of chiding the drunken idiot who sat laughing at him but held back when he noticed everyone else laughing along. He decided against throwing a temper-tantrum in front of the group and simply turned back around as the ball popped back up onto the rack. Heaving it up, he shot daggers at the pins that waited at the bottom of the alley and with an impassioned swing, catapulted the stupid thing towards them. This time he at least seemed to keep it out of the gutters but only managed to knock down a couple at the edge of the set.

With an annoyed grunt he turned around and walked back towards his seat. As Kyle got up to take his turn, he was caught just before he was about to sit by a concerned looking Tweek.

"Hey. Is everything alright?" he asked quietly as he gazed up with those big, blue orbs. Craig just stared back at him and tried to look as deep down into his boyfriend's soul as he could. He desperately needed to find some answers somewhere in there. Anything would do. Honestly, anything. As per usual though, there were barriers in place and, try as he might, he just couldn't see through the mist he found blocking his view. Why couldn't he just find the answer to his question? Why was it so damn hard to see whether or not he loved this bubbly little mess of a boy? What was so wrong with him that he was so fucking incapable of doing that?

Without warning, he simply grabbed Tweek's face and kissed him as hard as he could, hoping desperately to drown out his doubts in the only way he knew how. It was hard though, and despite using all of his skill, no amount of tongue-tying in that moment could completely shift the nagging thoughts in his mind.

"Jeez. Save it for the bedroom, huh guys?" he heard Clyde say when he turned back around from his turn, after which the whole group playfully took their shots at them. He didn't really give a crap anyway. He had way bigger demons to battle at that moment. It didn't stop him raising a middle finger in their direction though.

Later on, after having dropped their teasing and some of whom now fairly inebriated friends at their homes, Craig found himself gazing out of the passenger window of his car in a quiet haze as Tweek fearfully battled to keep them on the road. The poor guy had been on edge as soon as Craig had tossed him the keys and any kind of relaxation he may have managed to achieve during the evening had completely disappeared as they had slowly made their way down various streets. Each of their passengers had seemed to be only too pleased to get out of the jerky, apprehensive vehicle piloted by the most jerky and apprehensive of their group, and all of them had managed to find their way up to their front doors with only minimal staggering. All of them except for Kenny who had somehow gotten so steaming drunk during the last few hours that he ended up falling into the trashcans outside his house and probably waking up the entire street as he had made his way indoors. The time was now nearly midnight and they had driven alone together towards Craig's house after having dropped off Token who hadn't forgotten to give Craig a stern, ominous look in the rear-view mirror as they had parted ways. Craig had needed to use all of his strength to refrain from flipping him off as he'd walked away as he hadn't wanted to make Tweek suspicious. Thankfully the jitterbug behind the wheel seemed to have much bigger things on his mind as he'd pulled away for the final time that evening and the two had driven in silence for the most part, aside from Tweek's occasional cries of "GAH!" and "OH JESUS!" at the slightest provocation. Craig had just been thinking as he'd gazed listlessly out of the window and he only perked up when they were brutally jerked into the driveway and came to a sudden halt as Tweek had stamped down on the brake. Lifting his head up from its resting place on his arm, he looked over to his boyfriend who sat there looking sort of pale but who did also manage to breathe a sigh of relief and mutter "It's over…".

Fumbling around in the ashtray, Craig found the garage door opener and clicked it a few times before the big sheet of metal on the small outbuilding began to rise.

"Think you can manage just a few extra feet?" he asked hopefully and making Tweek shudder at the very thought of even going another inch. He obliged though and, at a snail's pace, they slowly rolled forward until the car was resting safely where it was supposed to be. As the door closed behind them, Tweek turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt in a few short seconds before practically jumping out of the car. Being behind the wheel was not a pleasant place to find himself and it seemed to Craig as he looked at him out the window that he was much happier being on terra firma. With a slight smirk, he got out of the car too and walked around to the other side to take Tweek's hands in his as they just stood there in the darkness.

"So, feel better now?"

"If you mean about the evening, then yes" Tweek replied as the jitters that had arisen during the drive slowly seemed to fade.

"That's good. It's nice to have you back"

Tweek chuckled." I didn't go anywhere"

"Except into the depths of your own nervousness"

"Well, yeah, I guess… Still, it's done now for another year. I'm all yours"

"Yeah…" said Craig, forcing himself to hold back a sigh. Unfortunately for him it wasn't unnoticeable.

"Are you sure you're okay? It looks like you've had something on your mind all evening"

Should he just tell him? It was right to tell your partner when you had troubles, right? Even if they were about the relationship you shared.

"Nah, it's nothing" he said after a moment, kicking himself internally for chickening out.

"You sure? "

"Yeah, I'm good. Great even. Everything's cool"

"Okay, that's good" Tweek said before pulling him into a hug. The two stood there in the silence of the garage, the only tiny sound being the ticking of the engine as it cooled. After a few sweet moments, Tweek's head turned upwards and met Craig's gaze, "You wanna head inside? You know, I've been looking forward to getting you into bed. That, and you've had quite a lot to drink. Maybe you could use a lie down?"

"You little punk!" scolded Craig before stooping down and beginning to nibble his neck, eliciting a few small, excited yelps from the shorter boy. "Tell you what, I think I may have a better idea".

With that, he pushed Tweek up against the side of his car and stuffed his tongue down his throat whilst eagerly grabbing at his back and ass. Tweak went to yelp again in shock but was muffled by Craig's mouth as he pushed up against him wildly. After a few moments, Craig shucked off his jacket and began to pull at the haphazard buttons on Tweek's shirt as the shorter boy wrapped his arms around his neck. Suddenly, as the cool air of the garage hit his skin, Tweek's eyes bolted open and pulled away in fright.

"Craig, man! No! What if someone sees?"

"No one will see unless they're a peeping tom" he replied as he went back to work nipping at the skin on his boyfriend's neck.

"Oh my God! Do you think there will be?!" squawked Tweek as he did his best to cover his now exposed chest with his arms. Craig just laughed.

"Nah. Come on, let's go nuts"

"I…I dunno…It's cold and, I dunno…"

"Come over here then" Craig said as he led Tweek over to the front of the car and pushed him down onto the hood. The metal was warm from the hot engine underneath and Tweek smiled a little as he felt the warmth permeate his skin through his clothes.

"You're crazy" he said as the faintest hint of deviancy crept onto his face, and then Craig knew he had him.

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment" he said as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them begin to fall down as he pushed forward against Tweek's body.

His big hands roamed up and down Tweek's body as he mashed their tongues together and he quickly pulled off his own shirt before whipping off Tweek's. Whilst they were parted, he pushed Tweek back onto the warm metal and pulled at his pants until he was left panting before him in nothing but his boxers. He looked so adorable laying there, the white skin of his skinny, shaky body contrasting with the bright red of his face as he struggled with the amazing mix of nerves and excitement. It was so out of place to see him so exposed and yet so willing to explore the situation at hand and it made Craig feel good to know that despite all of Tweek's fears, when they were together anything was possible. That, and the undeniable tent in the front of his underpants was really inviting and he could already feel his hands reaching forward to unwrap it.

"Oh shit! Hang on!" he said as he stopped and hopped around to the passenger side door. He'd been keeping some KY in the glovebox for months hoping he might get to use it at a moment like this and finally, thankfully, it seemed he was going to get his chance. Running back around to his waiting boyfriend, the smaller blondie boggled at how prepared he suddenly discovered his horndog boyfriend to be and simply giggled as he looked up at him from the hood. Without waiting, Craig ripped off his boxers displaying his proud erection to the beautiful blondie beneath him and quickly set about smothering it in the clear slippery jelly.

"Oh my God!" squeaked Tweek as his mind practically exploded at the prospect of what they were about to do and he mentally cheered as he realised that this was one of those rare occasions when the good feelings practically destroyed his anxiety. This was just too exciting not to enjoy and he couldn't believe just how hot the whole thing was. It only took him a second to whip off his own underpants as let them fall to the floor.

Dropping the blue and white tube on the floor, Craig brought his knee up onto the hood next to Tweek's hip and gently pushed him back so he was laying fully flat. Grabbing both his legs, his lifted them up at the knees and pushed them back so he was completely exposed.

"You ready?" he asked as he pushed up against Tweek's opening, making him draw a sharp breath as he felt Craig's slippery meat push against him.

"Yeah" he whispered as he reached up and pulled Craig's head towards him so he could press their lips together.

With that, Craig began to slowly but firmly push forward and he felt Tweek's whole body clench up as he forced himself inside. Tweek immediately cried out as he felt the large rod entering him and Craig simply held onto Tweek's bottom lip with his teeth as he continued to push forward. Stopping only momentarily to allow him to accommodate his wood, it took only a few more seconds to push all the way inside. Together they just held there for a moment as the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure spun in Tweek's mind and as his breathing gradually slowed down, so too did Craig gently begin to rock back and forth.

Slowly they gained a quicker and more forceful rhythm as he bucked back and forth and with each firmer thrust, Tweek began to vocalise each breath as he was pounded. Underneath them the car began to bounce as they rocked back and forth and it wasn't long before Tweek's yelps, Craig's grunts and the car's creaking suspension where sounding out in rhythm with each other. Reaching up to grab Tweek's dick, Craig began to pump him in time as he breathed heavily against his neck and only thrusted harder as Tweek became louder.

After only a little while longer with fervent moans and gentle smacks of skin beginning to echo around the room, Craig let out one last impassioned groan as he buried himself deep inside Tweek, spilling his seed into him. As he felt Craig spasm inside, so too did he feel himself go past the point of no return and shoot his load all over his stomach and Craig's hand. Gradually, their orgasms subsided and the two simply remained interlocked on top of Craig's car's warm hood with the silence of the small garage returning to wrap them up like a blanket.

After what could have been seconds or hours, Tweek quietly piped up as he felt Craig's grip on him slowly subside.

"Craig…that was incredible…" he said softly without a hint of anxiety.

"You're incredible" was all he could reply with as he felt himself soften and slowly begin to fall out of his boyfriend. As he came loose, he slowly put both feet back on the floor and pulled Tweek up to hold him in his arms. The two just stood there for a moment in the darkness, not moving, just being together. Somehow their moment just seemed perfect, and despite all anxieties or doubts, they just felt right.

"Craig?" Tweek eventually whispered.

"Mm?"

"Shall we go upstairs now?"

Later on, Craig found himself clutching Tweek as he spooned him gently while he slept. Silently, he nuzzled Tweek's blonde hair as he held him close and sighed softly as he breathed his scent. It wasn't a scent he could particularly categorise. It was just Tweek, and it was special to him. It was one of the things that made him unique and something he could never forget. That being said, he wondered if other people had vastly different scents, or if they were all roughly the same.

And just like that, those evil fucking thoughts came back and made him immediately wide-awake. God fucking damn it! Why now?! Of all the stupid fucking moments, why did his stupid brain have to go and ruin this perfect moment he had been sharing with Tweek. If he wasn't in love with him then at least this could have fooled him! He had been so blissfully content and he fucking hated himself for destroying it!

Feeling like absolute garbage, he carefully and without a sound removed himself from Tweek's side and silently made his way out of his bedroom, leaving his sweetheart to his slumber. With a groggy and still tipsy head, he dragged himself down the hallway and slowly tackled the stairs. At the bottom, he made his way over to the couch and sat down, placing his head into his hands and simply sat in the darkness, conflicted and filled with self-hatred.

After a while, he looked up to the clock on the wall and through the darkness seemed to make out that it said about two-thirty in the morning. Remembering he'd left his phone in the car, he slowly got back up and made his way to the garage. When he got into the car, he dug around for a moment before finding his phone in the passenger side pocket and immediately began to scroll through his contact list. Hitting a name, he brought the phone to his ear and waited for the ringing to begin.

It took quite a few rings before a groggy voice picked up and he immediately felt crestfallen as he heard the answerer's voice.

"Craig? What the hell, man?" he heard Token say. "Is everything okay?"

He sat there for a moment wondering if he should just hang up. After all, if he really was going to start breaking this down then there was no going back.

"Hello?" he heard his friend say with a still half-asleep garble.

He sighed into the phone, screwing his eyes shut and hating himself bitterly.

"Hi" he eventually replied.

"What's going on?"

With a defeated sigh he replied,

"I need to talk…"

Further and further into the fray! Sorry if this was a little slow. I just had a lot to get a lot down before we can start tackling all the feels! Hope the smut was okay too. I didn't want it to be too long or detailed otherwise this would just become a fapfic. There will be more smex but hopefully I'll keep the focus more on the narrative instead of dicks and butts.

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Thanks for reading! See you in the next chapter! x