So after re-reading my previous chapters, I decided they could use a good re-write. I rushed them out, and they are basically a mess. So for those who are still reading, I want to say thanks for putting up with my sloppy grammar. I will try to do better in the future.

This chapter is one that I really struggled with. I wanted it to be one thing, but it kept veering off in a different direction (I blame Craig!). I hope you enjoy! Lastly, a reminder. This story is rated M for a reason, and will contain Smut and very vulgar language, this is your final warning!

Caprice

Chapter 3: Styrofoam noodles

It's 7:05pm when Craig pulls up in front of the Tweak residence. He parks his bike in the rack at the side of the house, pulls out his keys, and lets himself in the front door. Craig's relationship with Tweek's parents is solid. He refers to them as Mom and Pop, keeps a copy of their spare house key, comes and goes as he pleases, and is only expected to abide by one golden rule: NO HANKY PANKY IN THE HOUSE!

Craig kicks off his shoes in the front hall, and heads to the kitchen where Tweek is fastidiously dishing sticky white rice into two large bowls. He's dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, yellow Donald Duck slippers, his mothers' pink plaid apron, and a vintage purple tie-dyed T-shirt that Craig bought for him at the Fairplay Swap Meet a few weeks back.

"You're late!" Tweek complains and sets the rice scoop on the counter.

"I am late." Craig agrees because he knows things generally go better for him if he just allows Tweek to have his way. Taking a few steps closer he reaches out and plucks a stray rice grain from Tweek's chin.

"Bring these." Tweek commands and hands the bowls of rice to Craig, so he can untie and remove the pink apron. "I picked up a movie too, ah- drinks. I forgot the drinks." Pulling open the refrigerator he pulls out a can of Cherry Coke for Craig, and a bottle of water for himself.

Craig carries the bowls of rice into the family room, and places them on the glass coffee table next to two steaming Styrofoam containers of ramen noodles. Craig enjoys the rare occasion when Tweek's parents go out of town because it means dinner in front of the television, but tonight he is apparently being spoilt rotten as Tweek has prepared his favorite cheap comfort food.

Spotting the DVD case sitting next to the TV, Craig's eyes light up. Reaching over he plucks it up and examines it closer. It's an original copy of the director's cut of the first Red Racer movie. They recently did a re-release of it, and last month it was playing down the street at the Bijou Cinema, but Tweek isn't a fan of enhanced movies, and he adamantly refused to go see it. Craig couldn't change his mind no matter how much he implored.

Turning toward Tweek, Craig flashes a rare grin, "Cheap ramen noodles, Cherry Coke, and the director's cut of Red Racer! I'm so happy! What did I do to deserve all this?"

"What?! Lots of things! You bought me this shirt, and I know that you really wanted to see that shitty re-release, but you didn't, because of me- and I just- um- I wanted to do something nice for you!" Tweek explains fretfully, and Craig is momentarily dazzled by Tweek's timid smile and the way his cheeks are slightly pinker than they normally are.

'He's fucking adorable!' Craig thinks to himself, but he doesn't say it out loud, since that would just be too weird, instead he plops down on the couch, and pulls the coffee table a little closer to make it easier to eat on.

Tweek slips the DVD into the player, and sits down beside Craig. Craig mixes a few spoonfuls of rice into his container of ramen, before happily slurping the mixture down nosily. Tweek peeks over at Craig every once in a while, pleased to see a smile on his face. Craig Tucker rarely smiles, sure he smirks a lot, and after seven years Tweek's an expert at making him laugh, but the smile thing, it tends to take work. Tweek spent over three months salary bidding on that Red Racer DVD, but it was totally worth it!

Craig finishes his noodles quickly, while Tweek picks lightly at his own meal, taking only a few bites, before deciding he's full.

"Do you want the rest?" He offers his noodle cup to Craig.

"You hardly touched them." Craig grumbles, but takes the container from him and starts scooping it full of rice.

"I'm good." Tweek insists, picking up his bottle of water and taking a sip from it. "I bought us some cake for later too."

"You need to eat more. You're too damn skinny." Craig scolds. Filling his soup spoon with the noodle rice concoction he holds it out to Tweek while cocking his eyebrow expectantly.

"O-Okay." Tweek agrees, opening his mouth and leaning forward so that Craig can feed him. The truth is Tweek isn't really a fan of junk food, but he tolerates it for Craig. Tweek swallows down two spoonfuls of the warm mixture, noticing that it somehow tastes better when Craig feeds him, but he shakes his head when Craig holds out a third spoonful.

"I'm full, Mom!" Tweek insists with a smirk, making Craig chuckle and eat it himself. Sitting the container aside, Craig burps loudly and leans back comfortably. He reaches across the couch to grab Tweek's hand and squeezes it fondly.

Halfway through the movie Craig decides to get more comfortable. Scooting to the back of the couch, he lays on his side, with his head on a pillow, and stretches his long legs out. Craig watches Tweek for a bit, enchanted by the look of delight that is evident in his large jade eyes as he watches Red Racer. His disheveled blond hair and perpetually chapped lips offset otherwise childlike features, giving him a much needed edge, but only until he smiles. Tweek Tweak's smile is delightful.

'It should be illegal for a guy to look so cute.' Craig thinks to himself and lets out a small yawn, causing Tweek to glance his way. As their eyes meet, Tweek nibbles at his bottom lip anxiously, the tip of his tongue briefly peeking out to wet the bruised flesh of his mouth. It's an unconscious gesture, one that Craig has seen many times before, but this time it unhinges him. Swallowing hard, Craig envisions another, better, use for that tiny pink tongue.

"Craig?" Tweek calls his name inquisitively, drawing Craig's attention back to his big green eyes, which are staring at him curiously.

"Are you okay?" Tweek worries, cocking his head to the side and reaching one hand to Craig's forehead, to check for a temperature. "Your face is so red."

Mortified Craig panics, pushing Tweek's hand away and flipping over to keep Tweek from noticing his very blatant arousal.

"I'm fine." Craig lies, because honesty isn't exactly an option. "I'm just tired." This is true, since his day at Token's pool party sort of did him in.

Burying his face in the pillow, he closes his eyes and focuses on getting his body back in control.

"But you look really sunburned!" Tweek points out, and pushes Craig's T-shirt up in order to examine his back.

"Jesus, it looks painful! Should I get you some aspirin?" Fussing nervously, Tweek gently runs his fingers along the reddened skin of Craig's back, causing a small desperate groan to rumble from Craig's throat.

"You need to be more careful, Craig, I don't want you to get skin cancer!" Tweek's hand slides lightly down Craig's side. "Your back got it the worst, you should have flipped over."

"So good!" Craig mumbles into the pillow. Tweek's touch feels amazing! Too fucking amazing! It's torture! Tweek's fingers continue to flutter innocently across Craig's shoulder blade, and down the center of his back, before pulling away abruptly.

"Ah! I think there is an Aloe Vera plant in the garden," Tweek recalls, "that's supposed to be good for sunburn." Jumping up, he hurries out back to raid his mother's greenhouse. Craig takes this opportunity to escape. He bolts from the couch, and rushes to the bathroom.

Locking the bathroom door, Craig looks into the mirror and lets out a sigh of frustration. Tweek's house might be a second home to him, but Craig has never jerked off in someone else's bathroom. Ah fuck it! A man's got to do what a man's got to do!

Rummaging though the cupboard Craig pulls out a bottle of Nivea, deciding it should do the trick. He pulls down his shorts and boxers, sits down on the toilet seat, and pours the thick sticky lotion into his palm. Closing his eyes, he reaches down to take a hold of his swollen erection and slowly starts to stroke himself.

Craig exhales sharply, as his mind gets to work recalling Tweek's pretty mouth. He imagines that cute pink tongue indecently rolling over the tip of his cock, and those full chapped lips opening up to take him in.

Nearly at his limit, Craig moans out nosily and works himself vigorously. In his mind his fingers are wrapped in golden blond hair, and Tweek's staring up at him lewdly. That's all it takes, Craig loses it.

Craig cries out as his body shudders, violent and messy, decorating the wall of the Tweak family guest bathroom with youthful enthusiasm.

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"Shit, I guess this qualifies as Hanky Panky." Craig mutters dryly as he uses a wad of wet tissue to wipe down the wall and flushes the evidence. Now that the crisis is over, he's ashamed about breaking the only house rule, and he's appalled at himself for having so little self control.

Turning on the sink, he washes his hands and splashes water over his face. Examining himself in the mirror he confirms that 'yes' he really did bake the fuck out of his skin. Running his hands through his thick dark hair, he takes another quick glance around the room, verifying that he cleaned up properly, before taking a deep breath, and opening the bathroom door.

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"That's a cactus." Craig informs Tweek bluntly.

"It's Aloe Vera." Tweek insists, holding out a large spiky cactus blade and scrutinizing it further. His hands are dirty and Craig frowns when he notices the numerous cuts on his fingers.

"No Tweek, that's definitely a cactus." Craig repeats firmly, grabbing Tweek by the hand and pulling him into the bathroom. Taking the thorny leaf away from Tweek he tosses it into the wastebasket, turns on the sink, and hands Tweek a bar of soap.

"Wash your hands." He instructs, as he opens the medicine cabinet to hunt down antiseptic and band-aids.

"It looks like Aloe Vera." Tweek explains as he washes the dirt from his hands.

"It does." Craig agrees with a hint of a smile.

"I fucked up my mom's garden; she's going to kill me."

"She'll understand," Craig says patiently, "you can blame it on me if you want."

"If I do that, she'll murder us both, and bury our bodies in the greenhouse," Tweek exaggerates, "but it was your fault."

"How was it my fault?" Pulling a clean towel from the cupboard, he uses it to gently dry Tweek's hands.

"You're the idiot who didn't use sunblock." Tweek reasons. "I killed my mother's garden to save you from skin cancer."

"I won't get skin cancer." Craig promises because he doesn't want an idea like that taking root in Tweek's mind. "I have Aloe Vera Gel at my house. I'll use it when I get home tonight."

Tweek grows silent after that, though he does whimper a bit when Craig dabs some antiseptic on his wounds.

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"Tell me what you're thinking about." Craig urges as he slips on his Nikes and readies to leave.

After tending to Tweek's wounds Craig cleaned up the dinner dishes, and served them each a slice of cake. Tweek quietly cut his cake into neat little chunks and pushed them around on his plate without bothering to take a single bite.

It was obvious that something was troubling him, and Craig wasn't about to leave without making certain that Tweek was okay.

"Seriously, Tweek, did I do something to upset you?"

"It's nothing, I'm being stupid." Tweek says while staring down at his bandaged fingers.

"Tell me anyway." Craig persists.

"Jesus, Craig, It's just that when my parents go out of town you're supposed to sleep over."

Now it's Craig's turn to go silent.

It's true. Craig always sleeps over when Tweek's parents go out of town. He'll fall asleep on the couch while they are watching movies, or he'll camp out on Tweek's bedroom floor. In the eyes of Tweek's family, they are a 'real' couple, and so Craig isn't allowed to sleep in Tweek's bed, and up until tonight he was fine with that...

"Yeah, I-uh, I'm supposed to go fishing with my dad in the morning so..." Craig's lying again, and he hates it. He hasn't went fishing with his father in years. He fucking hates being dishonest to Tweek, because Tweek deserves better.

"Fishing, that's cool." Tweek says with a faint smile. "See, I told you it was stupid."

"It isn't stupid." Craig steps closer to Tweek, and wraps his arms around Tweek's thin shoulders pulling him in for a goodbye hug. Tweek reaches his arms around Craig, hugging him back. It's the same hug they have given each other for the past seven years, and yet it feels unexpectedly different.

When the hug ends and Tweek steps away, Craig reaches out and pulls him back. Closing his eyes he leans down and softly kisses Tweek's... nose?!

'What the Fuck! I can't believe I just screwed up my first kiss!' Craig Tucker's humiliation is complete.

Craig opens his eyes to find Tweek staring at him in confusion.

"G-good night... Uh-I'll call you tomorrow." Craig stutters nervously, and nearly stumbles over his own feet as he hurries out the door and down the steps.

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After Craig makes his graceless exit, Tweek continues to stand by the front door. He stares blankly. His mind that normally moves at a million miles a minute has suddenly come to a complete stop. He feels at peace.

After a bit he leans his back against his front door and slowly lowers himself down to sit on the ground. He reaches his hand to his face and with one finger he touches the tip of his nose... and he smiles.

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Okay, so I hope that I did a better job with this chapter, and that you had fun reading it. The next chapter will probably take a bit longer, since I am going to be busy for the next few weeks.