Tweek had just left Wendy's party with Craig. He was able to stand it because of the tea he was given by Wendy last week. He actually really enjoyed the party. He checked his watch and saw that it was 4:00 AM. He didn't need to worry about sleeping, he'd caught up on sleep yesterday. The dark circles around his eyes had completely disappeared, he twitched a lot less, he was a lot more calm, and he could button his shirt correctly! It was almost a miracle. He had dark circles around his eyes right now though, but that was because he was really drunk.
"So, Craig. Whadda you wanna do now?" Tweek slurred.
"I'm just goin' home to pass out on the floor. Why, you wanna do somethin'?" Craig asked, his voice just as distorted as Tweek's.
"Well, not really. Duuuuuude, what the fuck did Wendy do to my drink?" Tweek chuckled, steadying himself on a mailbox because he was dizzy.
"I dunno man, but Bebe made the drinks. That bitch is fuckin' crazy," Craig laughed as he almost tripped over a rock on the sidewalk.
"Dude, I'm for real! I'm seein' alligators wearing hats, man. This is some trippy shit," Tweek said as he tried to open the door to Craig's house.
"The door's locked, man," Craig told him as he tried to put the key in the lock. Once he finally succeeded, they entered the dark house and closed the door behind him.
"At least my parents are gone to that NFL game and leaving me here until they get back in two days," Craig hiccuped as he led Tweek upstairs.
"Dude, did you spike my drink? Why are you taking me up to your room?" Tweek laughed.
"Nah, I'm just helpin' you up the stairs," Craig said as he opened the door to his room and brought Tweek in.
"I gotta go back home, my parents are gonna bitch at me," Tweek told him as he tried to walk back down the stairs.
Craig put his arms around him and stopped him. He pulled Tweek back and into bed with him.
"Heh, dude. This is fuckin' wrong," he mumbled.
"Don't push it, Tweeky. Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I'm letting you get in my pants," Craig joked as he removed his shirt. Tweek had only seen him shirtless when they went swimming as kids. He used to be a little chubby when he was a kid, but Tweek thought that was really cute. He was pretty husky, but still retained a bit of his cute chubbiness.
"Goddamn! You could grind steel on those abs," Tweek chuckled.
Craig reached over and started to unbutton Tweek's shirt.
"Dude, no way. Are seriously fuckin' doing this?" he asked.
"We're sleeping together, but we're not gonna have sex or anything. Nah, it's gonna take more than alcohol for you to get that from me, Tweek," he said as he finished unbuttoning Tweek's shirt to reveal his thin body.
"Holy shit, you're really fucking thin," Craig laughed as he lay his head across Tweek's soft chest. He felt Tweek's hand stroke through his hair. Craig removed his head from Tweek's chest and pulled him in for a kiss. Craig could have sworn that sparks flew when Tweek's soft lips touched his own. Their lips seemed to connect as soon as they made contact. Tweek started laying on top top of Craig. He lowered himself so that their bodies would press together as they continued to kiss indefinitely. After a while, they parted and they lay down beside each other again. Craig fell asleep shortly after, and Tweek just sat there for a moment to appreciate how cute he looked when he sleeping. He gave Craig one last kiss on the cheek.
"Good night, Craig. You're like the perfect cup of coffee. Your cream and sugar makes you sweet and your caffeine makes me excited whenever I kiss you," he whispered before wrapping his arms around Craig and falling asleep.