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Chapter Three: Tweek
I couldn't hold back the noises. Oh god! It was like I woke something in him. If I knew he was going to turn into some sex crazed demon, I wouldn't—! Oh, who the fuck am I kidding. I would have said it regardless. I really did love him, and it felt too damn good. His mouth wrapped around my dick. We had never gone that far before. Stan's end of the summer party was the closest we had ever gotten. After that day, it was almost as if something shifted in Craig, like he was nervous to do anything more than kiss me or occasionally brush against parts of my skin. It was fucking torture! I wanted him to touch me!
"Ah!" I shouted and my fingers tightened in Craig's hair. He stopped and a disapproving moan escaped my throat. "I didn't say stop!" I groaned and Craig moved back up to linger over me.
"Well, I wouldn't want you finishing before the real fun even starts," Craig replied. The tone in his voice made me shiver. I enjoyed it, the way he sounded. It was a possessive tone only for me. He wanted only me. "Shit," he said under his breath, his tone different.
"Wh—What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.
Craig shifted off the couch and I quickly sat up. "I need something. Just give me a second. I'll be right back."
Is he serious?
He quickly dashed up the stairs and I listened to his footsteps thump overhead to the second set of stairs. I sat waiting. My nerves were starting to get to me with each painfully ticking minute. Bad thoughts invaded into my mind making me more and more uncomfortable. The footsteps returned above and then the door at the top of the stairs shut. It wasn't until he was in view that the nerves all washed away. Craig was carrying something that I couldn't quite see before he walked over to sit in front of me. His eyebrows were set together and he looked confused.
"What?" I snapped impatiently. I wanted to be touched and he was thinking.
"Well," he started to say as he lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck, "we haven't really discussed…how."
"How?" I asked confusingly. Craig's eyebrow lifted and my eyes widened. "Oh. Oh! How."
Craig rolled his eyes. "It's not like we've ever sat down to have this discussion before," Craig explained in a flat tone.
The thought made me nervous. My hands started to shake. "Uh, well, it's your birthday. You choose," I explained.
Craig looked…nervous? He was never nervous. Not openly at least, but this—I was making him nervous. "Can—Can I top?" he asked.
The question made my cheeks heat up. I knew I wouldn't be able to say anything so I nodded. Craig kissed me again. There was a bit of hesitation but I knew he was too stubborn to let any nervousness in him win. I put my hands on his shoulders and began to slowly run them down his toned chest and abs. Mm, he's gorgeous. Firm. I reached the top of his jeans and slowly worked at the button and zipper.
"Tweek," Craig breathed against my face with his forehead pressed against mine.
Craig grabbed my hands and slowly moved away. His jeans and boxer briefs fell with small rustling and then Craig was kneeling in front of me again. He placed his hand against my chest and gently pushed me back to lay down. The breath that came out of me was shaky.
"Relax," Craig whispered.
"That—That's easier said than done," I replied nervously.
A click echoed through the room. I looked down to see Craig squirt the contents of the bottle onto his fingers. A bottle of lube and a condom, that's what he raced upstairs to grab. He leaned over me and his dry hand moved around behind my neck.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to do," Craig said, his voice flat again with that primal tone.
"Then don't stop," I replied.
Craig's index finger stroked along my spine. I closed my eyes at the touch. It was his touch. The one that always calmed me down when I was spiraling into the void in my mind. My eyes snapped open as I inhaled sharply. A cold, wet finger pressed inside me. My mind flew into a panic. No! This isn't good! No! I tried to push back the thoughts as my heart raced in my chest.
"Tweek?" Craig said, his tone full of worry.
"Ngh, I'm okay! Just—mm—do something," I demanded.
Craig's finger continued to stroke the back of my neck. The touch grounded me as he inserted another finger inside me. I pressed my head harder into the couch as I groaned. The pressure burned my insides as Craig bent and spread his fingers to stretch my flesh. I whimpered through clenched lips.
"Tweek, don't hold it in if it hurts," Craig whispered.
He added another finger. I let out a low groan that was mixed with pain and pleasure. The burning sensation was slowly transforming into jolts of electricity and it felt good. The fingers stretched me for a moment before they slowly slid out of me. I was starting to enjoy the feeling so when it disappeared I was disappointed.
The noise of Craig tearing the condom made my ears perk. Oh jesus, this is really happening! Craig's hand touched my chest. "You're trembling," he whispered. His voice was soft and quiet. He was worried.
"Just be gentle," I managed through my nerves.
"Anything you want," Craig explained and placed his hands on my hips to lift me slightly off the couch before he leaned down to kiss me again. "You need only ask, babe."
I shivered. I didn't want him to stop. Ever. Never stop speaking to me in that way. Never stop touching me with electrified fingers. Never—
"Ah!" I cried out. The invasion inside of me was large. Craig's fingers pressed hard into my hips, more than likely bruising me. My back arched off the couch and Craig hissed.
"Fuck, Tweek, don't move," he growled between clenched teeth.
"Wh—Why not?" I asked breathlessly.
"Because if you move then I won't be able to hold back any longer," Craig snapped.
"Then don't hold back!" I snapped back.
Craig moved one of his hands from my hip to grab my shoulder. I moaned as the foreign object inside me moved out and then rammed back inside me. My hands reached for the first thing they could find, Craig's strong and broad shoulders. He leaned down to meet his forehead against mine as I panted heavily from the loud shouts that escaped my throat.
"Don't stop," I panted.
"Anything you want," Craig growled.
He found a rhythm that was slow but that he could control. My body was relaxing, adjusting to the foreign feeling and then I yelped. Craig quickly moved away with wide eyes. The tip of him touched something that sent a strong shock through my body. A good shock.
Craig grinned. "Tweek," he said and grabbed my chin to hold my face still to look down at me. I didn't realize how much I had been shivering until he touched me and it all came to a halt. "I love you." I shuttered as he pressed into me again. I moved my hands from his shoulders to shove them into his hair. His forehead pressed against mine again. "Say it again."
"I—I—," I stuttered.
Craig's hand moved from my face to grab the back of my neck with soft strokes of his index finger against my spine. "Tweek, I want to hear you say it again," he whispered.
"I love you, Craig!" I whimpered through strangled breaths.
Craig exhaled as he moved his head to rest his forehead against my shoulder and quickened his pace. Everything around us fell away and it was just the two of us, tangled together, forever bound by the act we were participating in. Our breathing quickened together and Craig reached over my head to slam his hand against the arm of the couch above me.
"Craig? Wha—ah!" I started to ask but stopped when he pressed against that bundle of nerves inside me again.
Craig growled and his fingers dug into the sofa. "Fuck, Tweek, I'm so…fucking close," he strained to say through clenched teeth.
With a few hard thrusts, Craig tightened his grip and grunted. The muscles in his shoulders tensed before the rest of his body. He stopped thrusting and panted heavily. I exhaled sharply. I was still on the edge and the sudden lack of contact was annoying. What a dick!
"Tweek," Craig said, his voice suddenly even again. An arm suddenly looped around behind me and I was pulled up with a sharp yelp. Our warm chests pressed together and Craig was grinning as wide as his face would let him. "Don't think I forgot about you," he growled before he gently nipped at my bottom lip. I shivered at the feeling. A hand moved between us and I moaned loudly as long, warm fingers wrapped around my dick. My weak body couldn't take anymore. I was on fire. Oh god! Too hot! Too much pressure! "Come on, Tweek. You'll like how it feels."
"N—No, stop! I—," I stuttered. I had no idea what I wanted to say. There were too many feelings, too many thoughts. It was all jumbling up in my mind. Where am I? What's going on? I can't—I can't do this!
"Look at me." The voice pulled me through the darkness. His face. His eyes. His hand on my cheek. "It's okay, babe." I couldn't hold back any longer. My hands clutched his shoulders and I let out a loud gasp as my body spasmed. He wasn't wrong, it felt amazing. The calloused fingers wrapped around me and the release. I was a panting mess against his chest. "Told ya," Craig muttered into my hair.
"Sh—Shut up!" I shouted and moved to push myself away but he wrapped his long arms around me, holding me tight against him.
"Stay," he whispered and I exhaled a shaky breath.
"We're naked and gross," I explained.
Craig shook his head to nuzzle his nose against my shoulders. His arms didn't loosen around me. "Don't care," he grumbled.
"Craig!" I screeched and pressed my knuckles against his sides.
He grunted at the small pain I was causing him but he didn't let go. The side of Craig no one got to see. The side only for me. The one that would drop his cool exterior to hold on to me like a kid. I pushed my fingers into his hair and he moaned contently from the touch.
"You're so needy," I said and Craig nestled in closer against me, not that there was any space between us any longer.
We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before we finally cleaned off. I wore a pair of Craig's old gym shorts and a shirt that was two sizes too big for me that always borrowed to sleep in. It was soft and smelled like him.
"Craig?" I said as I poked at his cheek. We were in his bed, limbs tangled together, noses practically touching. His eyes were closed and I could tell he was almost asleep. "Your dad's gonna be mad if he catches us." Oh god, he's gonna be furious if he finds out what we did! There's no way he won't find out! Oh, jesus!
"Don't care," Craig muttered tiredly. "Just close your eyes and sleep, Tweek."
It's almost like he doesn't know me at all sometimes. I groaned and tried to settle myself down but I couldn't get my body to cooperate. I was vibrating. He's gonna get annoyed with me. I can't stop. Please, stop! Then I heard the snore. I pulled my head back slightly. Craig was passed out. Jesus, that was fast!
I could see his face through the darkness. When he slept, his features went soft. His thin lips were parted slightly as he breathed softly. His long eyelashes extended out from his closed eyelids and his skin looked smooth, like glass. I wanted to touch him. I lifted my hand but stopped when I heard the familiar hissing that made my spine quake. My hand shook. The red eyes stared at me from over Craig's broad shoulder. I felt the familiar bile rise in my throat and long, sickly talons reached up to wrap over Craig's sleeping form.
"N—No," I croaked through my shaky voice. "Don't touch him!" I quickly sat up and the ghost was gone. I was panting heavily. Craig stirred but didn't wake. He was exhausted. The hissing echoed behind me and I threw my hands up into my hair. "No. No, no, no!" I panicked as I scrambled off the bed to run to the bathroom. I quickly flicked on the lights and placed my shaking hands against the closed door. My eyes squeezed shut as I whispered, "It's not real. It's not real." Tears stung my eyes to roll down my cheeks as I slid to the floor. "Go away. Please, go away. You're not real." The loud screeching of the talons scratching against the door made me cover my ears. "Go away. You're not real."
You're not fucking real!
I opened my locker and sighed. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion. I had barely slept. The sun was beginning to rise when I finally closed my eyes and less than a half an hour later Craig's alarm started to blare annoyingly from the other side of the bed. I lifted my travelling mug of coffee to take a large drink. It was the biggest mug Craig could find in his cupboard. He must have seen how tired I was because he didn't even ask before he filled the mug completely and handed it to me. He was quiet all morning, but he kept touching me, more than usual and in different spots. I could feel his gaze linger whenever I turned away from him. It made my skin burn and my stomach knot, but I couldn't get the red eyes out of my head. They were haunting me.
"—off, McCormick!" Craig's loud voice snapped me from my deep thoughts.
Kenny was laughing hysterically. "Jeez, Tweek, you gotta—," he was saying and his arms wrapped around me.
I don't know why, but I panicked. Bad. I slammed my hands against Kenny, pushing him away, and screamed, "Don't touch me!"
The hall went quiet for a moment before the chatter began again. Kenny and Craig gave me the same wide-eyed look. "Tweek? Are you okay?" Kenny asked. Not to say he was never caring, but he had been especially attentive lately. There was something different about him, but I couldn't figure out what. "Tweek?"
Kenny was reaching out for me but I quickly backed away. "I'm fine," I snapped and grabbed my stuff before I slammed my locker door shut. "I'll see you guys at lunch!"
I turned to head towards my first class and that's when I saw it. Anger on Craig's expression. His eyebrows were knitted together and his lips were set in a deep scowl. I quickly turned away from the look. It made my heart race. My first two classes I was alone with Kyle and Butters. I had really got to know both of them since Stan's party. I always thought Kyle was stuck up but he was actually extremely caring, just a bit stubborn. I know how that is. And then Butters. Quiet, smiling Butters who had a dark side. His mom died without any of us even knowing she was sick. He was so full of secrets I spent three weeks thinking he may have not been real. Government spy sent to watch us! Craig and Kenny quickly nipped that paranoia in the bud.
"Tweek?" Kyle leaned forward in his chair to ask. I had my head resting on the table as I stared out the large window watching it gently snow outside.
"There, there, little buddy!" Butters piped up in his sometimes nauseously cheery voice as he patted my back. "You can tell us what's on your mind!"
I let out a long sigh as I sat up and slumped back in my chair. "Not this," I replied.
"Anything. We're here for you," Kyle said, his chin rested in his hand as he watched me.
I shook my head. The red eyes, they burned the inside of my eyelids every time I closed my eyes. It had happened before that I saw the shadow demon, but usually it was when I was alone. Seldom did it happen when I was with anyone else, especially Craig.
"It's—ugh—it's nothing. Just tired. Need coffee," I explained through my twitchy demeanor.
Kyle sighed as he sat back in his seat. He was too smart for his own good. He knew something was wrong but I think he also knew not to press. He pulled out his phone to play on it, probably annoyed by the conversation, and Butters patted my shoulder again.
"It'll be okay! Just have a nap when you get home. That's what I do. They're great!" he said excitedly.
Oh, sweet, innocent Butters. How can you be so damn happy all the time?! I nodded and the bell rang to signal the beginning of class. Second period was English. I sat with Kyle and Butters again. I was struggling to stay focused on anything anyone was saying. My mind kept circling around the dark figure, the bright red eyes, and the reason my backside ached whenever I sat down. Soft touches, heated kisses, and echoing moans made me twitch nervously. It was our first time and I loved it.
We didn't talk about it when we woke. Our eyes opened together and Craig grinned. I would have been nervous about his feelings towards what we did if I wasn't so tired and haunted by red eyes. His smile though, it washed away any doubt. He fucking loved it.
"Tweek, can I see you for a moment?" Mrs. Grava said as the bell rang to signal the end of class.
I lifted my books and looked to Kyle and Butters. "See you guys in the cafeteria," I said. They both nodded before they left. I waited in front of her desk as the students left before I turned to ask, "What—What do you want, Mrs. Grava?"
She folded her hands together on her desk. "I want to speak to you about your short story," she said, her voice set low and flat.
My body shook. "Oh god! Did I fail? Did—Did I do it wrong? Ngh, ah!" I panicked.
"Tweek, your story was amazing. I was absolutely blown away," she explained and slid my story across her desk towards me. "I wanted to make sure you knew how much I enjoyed it and I was wondering if you would allow me to publish it, under your name of course."
My body tensed. "Publish it?"
Mrs. Grava nodded. "It's nothing too extreme. It would be posted free on an online forum for others to read but it's where a lot of professionals tend to scout for potential future authors."
"Mm, I don't—ah—that's too much pressure," I explained as I scratched at my head.
"It's okay, Tweek. I won't do anything without your consent. If you change your mind, let me know," Mrs. Grava explained and smiled lightly.
I took my story from her desk and nodded. I felt bad for rushing out of the classroom but I couldn't help it. My heart was racing. I had never been told that something I did was amazing before. I held my books tightly against my chest as I grinned and moved to my locker. Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Butters sat at one of the long tables in the cafeteria. Kenny and Stan were playing a card game as they ate. I couldn't help but take note of the closeness between Kenny and Butters sitting next to each other. I sat down next to Stan who was losing to Kenny. The blonde was exceptionally good at card games. No one dared challenge him to any game, especially when we were betting with real money.
"Ah! Dammit!" Stan yelled as he slapped his cards down on the table. "Good game, dude."
Kenny grinned to flash his crooked teeth at Stan before he turned his attention to me. His smile faded a bit. He was troubled by something. More than likely my outburst towards him earlier. Our locked gazes broke when Butters lifted half of his sandwich in front of Kenny's face. The wide grin returned to his face.
"You sure?" Kenny asked with a beaming expression.
Butters nodded and bit into the other half he kept for himself. Kenny took the food and munched into it without hesitation. They're almost like lovers. My eyebrows furrowed together. I turned my head to face Stan. "Where's Craig?" I asked as I tried to keep my voice levelled.
Stan shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. He said he was going to meet us here after class," he answered.
I felt my shoulders slump. Craig always met me outside the English room for lunch or if I was taking too long then he'd wait at the table with everyone else. When I entered, he would stand. It was an odd tradition that no one ever commented on.
He's mad at me. He doesn't want to be near me. Oh god! He's probably finally regretting last night! Ah! I—I—!
An arm covered in a blue sweater sleeve reached over me from behind to place a white take out cup in front of me. The pleasant smell of caffeine radiated from beneath the lid. The hand grabbed the front of my shirt as another hand pressed to the back of my neck. I let out a loud yelp as I was quickly leaned back. If I was let go I'd end up flat on my back on the floor, but the hands held on tightly to make sure I wasn't going anywhere as firm lips pressed against mine. There he is. He found me. My fingers found their way up to slide under the chullo hat and into the thick, soft hair underneath. My body was needy for that familiar touch. I wanted him again. Craig pulled away and I slowly opened my eyes to meet the cool grey irises I could stare at forever.
"Don't panic," he whispered.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before realization set in. Holy shit! Craig sat down next to me and picked up the white cup full of coffee to shove it into my hands. I was frozen still. "Oh boy," Butters said in a low voice.
Butters' eyes were wide. Kenny was grinning. Kyle rolled his eyes as he stabbed his pasta. Stan was busy sweeping up the cards in front of him. Craig and I never showed such affection in front of everyone. We'd hug and even kiss, but they were soft and quick and never at school. Something was different. We were different.
"Breathe, Tweek," Kenny said and grabbed the can of Pepsi in front of him to take a drink.
"Hey! That's mine!" Stan shouted as he slammed his hand against the table.
Breathe. A hand pressed to the back of my neck again and Craig's finger rubbed along my spine. Just fucking breathe.
"Hey guys!" the annoying voice of Eric Cartman piped up.
My body tensed and so did the fingers against my neck. Craig and I equally hated the fat bastard, but we put up with him for everyone else. Not that anyone really liked him, but he had been their friend for so long that I think they were sort of stuck. He shoved his wide ass between Butters and Kyle to sit down. Butters was shoved into Kenny and they both seemed equally shocked at the contact. Craig snickered beside me and Kenny shot him a deep scowl of anger. I'm missing something here, I just know it. I lifted the disposable cup to my mouth and took a long sip of the bitter liquid inside.
"Jew," Cartman said as he poked Kyle's cheek. "Fags," he turned to say to Kenny and Butters (Kenny looked like he wanted to wail on the fat bastard while Butters rolled in on himself). "Faggier fags," he said to Craig and me across the table.
"Shut the fuck up, Cartman," Craig snapped. There was the teasing tone Craig had with Kenny when he'd say that, and then there was the tone he had with Cartman. The tone that was deep and angry. The tone that was sometimes followed with a fist. I instinctively reached my hand out to grab Craig's knee and squeezed. I'm sure my boney fingers easily bruised his skin, but he needed that slight bit of pain to force the anger down.
"Whoa! No need ta get so bent outta shape!" Cartman said loudly, his lips turned up in a disgusting grin. Craig's leg shook. I tightened my grip and Craig exhaled sharply. "Ya gays are so sensitive!"
Craig's hand slammed against the table. Everyone jumped, except Cartman. "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled. "You're an annoying piece of shit, Cartman, and no one likes you!"
Cartman scoffed. "E'ryone loves me," he said and his grin turned into something sinister. "For example, I only have my mom, but that's still one more parent than what you have."
Everyone saw what was coming next. Craig was on his feet to move around the table where he was met face to face with Cartman. Kyle may have been the smallest of us all, but he was fearless and placed himself between the two of them to hold them apart as I wrapped my arms around Craig from behind to hold him in place. Stan quickly moved to push Kyle out of the way and stood in front of Cartman. He towered over the fat brunet as Kenny stood holding Craig's shaking fist ready to strike over and over until he would make Cartman bleed.
"Boys!" Coach Beater shouted as he stormed past the tables towards us. I could feel Craig shaking with anticipation, even through my own shivers. I held my arms around him tightly and pressed my face against his back. "What the hell is going on over here?"
"Nothing, sir," Kyle turned to say to the man.
"Craig, you need to calm down," Kenny hissed under his breath.
"Sorry, we were just messing around," Kyle added with a wry smile.
Craig was glaring at Cartman from over Stan's shoulder. He couldn't take his eyes away. "He's not worth you getting expelled over," Kenny snapped and tightened his grip around Craig's fist.
"Craig, please," I whispered into his back.
Coach Beater looked over Kyle's head to the rest of us. "Tucker?" he called out and Craig's body tensed. "Need I remind you of your strikes?"
"Walk away. Take Tweek and leave to cool down," Kenny whispered quietly so Coach Beater wouldn't hear him.
The hand that Kenny held on to relaxed first. Craig turned his attention to the gym teacher as he scowled. "No, you don't need to remind me," he growled.
"Then I suggest whatever is happening here stops," Coach Beater said in a warning tone.
The man turned away to leave and Stan took a step into Cartman's space to make him step back. "Sit down, fatass," he ordered.
Cartman grinned. "I'm done having fun anyways," he said and then walked back to sit back down.
I carefully removed my arms. My anxiety skyrocketed at the thought of him diving over the table to tackle Cartman to the floor, but he didn't move. He let me grab his hand before I reached over to grab the coffee he brought me, and then started to lead him away.
Cartman couldn't let that be the end as we walked away and he said in a low voice, "Fucking fudge packers."
Craig's hand tightened around mine but he didn't stop following me. "Shut up, Cartman!" Kyle's scream echoed through the large room before Craig and I left.
I led him down the halls until we found a secluded spot that was especially quiet during lunch time. I set my coffee down on the floor and then faced Craig without touching him. He leaned back against the wall, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweater.
"Craig—," I started to say.
"Don't," he snapped as he stared at the floor.
He was still burning with anger. My eyebrows furrowed together. "You need to learn to control your anger!" I yelled. "You—You can't get in trouble again. You'll be expelled if they catch you fighting again."
"He would have deserved it," Craig muttered in a low voice.
"Ah—maybe!" I shouted and Craig shifted his eyes to look up at me through his lashes for a quick moment. "Kenny's right though, he's not worth it."
"He always gets away with the shit he does. No one will give him the punishment he deserves," Craig growled. His shoulders shook.
I lifted my hands to place them on his cheeks and he lifted his head slightly. His eyes were darkened by his anger. I had seen it before. A few times when Cartman pushed a bit too far, the time he fought the senior who cheated on his sister, and when two seniors decided to target me in the locker room. I remember sitting on the floor, my body sore from the blows they dealt, and watched as Craig knocked them both unconscious. He walked away with bloodied knuckles and another strike while the two seniors were carted off to the hospital. I would never say it to Craig but in the moment when he turned to look at me, blood covering his battered knuckles and darkness in his eyes, I was terrified of him. It was the first and only moment I ever wondered who exactly I was with and feared him.
I moved my hands off his cheeks to wrap my arms around his neck. I stood on my toes and leaned up to gently press my lips to his. He was hesitant. I knew it was his pride holding him back, but he didn't let it go for long. He kept his hands shoved into his pockets as he put them around my waist to wrap me in his warm, NASA inspired hoodie.
"Don't do things that make me worried," I said when we finished kissing.
The arms around me tightened and I was pulled against his chest to drink in his smell. "Sorry," he muttered into the crook of my neck.
The warmth of his breath ghosted over my skin and made it tingle. Gah, am I…turned on?! I let go of Craig and took a step back, my hands placed on his chest. His eyebrow cocked in confusion.
"Did I do—?" he started to ask and I rapidly shook my head knowing exactly what he was about to ask.
"No! I'm just—uh—!" I shouted and Craig lifted a hand to grab my chin.
"You've been distracted today. More on edge than usual."
I interrupted briefly. "I doubt that. I'm always on the edge."
"You freaked out at Kenny this morning," he continued with his narrow eyes set with worry. "What's going on in there?"
My chest tightened. The bright red eyes flashed across my mind. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't let him into my darkness. I couldn't let him see the monsters in my head. He'd hate me. He'd fear me. He'd leave me.
I shook my head. "Nothing. He just scared me!" I answered and Craig frowned. "And I—I've been thinking about last night."
The frown disappeared to be replaced with a small grin. "So have I." There was something mischievous in that grin. A chill ran up my spine. "I thought about it all through class. Couldn't focus." His hand that was on my chin lowered to hook a finger through a belt loop of my jeans. The noise that escaped me was a mixture of a bunch of different noises as I was pulled forward against his chest.
"Is that why you kissed me like that in the cafeteria?!" I shrieked.
"I couldn't help it. Kyle messaged me saying you needed some cheering up," he explained and nuzzled against my neck to kiss the skin. I wanted to give in to the feeling but the painful awareness of where we were kept me alert.
"Craig, we—we're at school!" I yelped when teeth gently pinched my skin.
"So? I don't care," he replied with a flat tone.
I hummed as hands moved around my waist to stop on my back. Strong fingers pressed into my spine and I let out a loud, painful screech that made Craig's grin widen.
"It's your fault!" I shouted as I smacked his shoulder.
"You asked for it," Craig growled.
My eyebrows furrowed together. "I said to be gentle."
"And then you said not to hold back!" Craig shouted back.
I opened my mouth but quickly snapped it shut when I realized he was right. I asked for it, I liked it, I wanted to do it again.
"What's that look for?" he asked, his eyebrows set together in a furrow. I was staring at his lips. He chuckled and I went rigid as my eyes shot up to meet his. "You want to go again?"
"What? No!" I squealed.
One of Craig's hands wrapped around behind my neck as the other quickly dove inside my pants. I shivered at the touch and held back the moan that wanted to escape my throat as he pawed at me through my boxers.
"You say no, but he says yes," Craig teased.
"St—Stop it, Craig, not here," I said nervously.
Craig grinned and removed his hand. The panicky side of me was relieved, but the other side, the craving side, didn't want him to ever stop. "Anything you want," he whispered and brushed my shaggy blonde hair out of my face.
I want you, forever.
