Practice had been near shit because half the team was sporting hangovers and the other half was still wasted and their coach wasn't happy that most of them came to the field half an hour late and half dressed. Of course, the reason for this was the party, but it didn't help that Sunday was their only day to relax during the week after hard practices all week. So half the team was always fucked up on a Sunday.
Craig was part of that half today. Not because he woke up late - he actually woke up to his alarm this morning - but because he was having a difficult time…ah, getting out of bed…or untangling himself from Tweek.
He woke up with his arms wrapped around Tweek's waist and their legs tangled together like they fell asleep last night. But their positioning was a little too intimate for Craig to ignore the embarrassment and butterflies he was feeling. Tweek's arms were wrapped around Craig's neck loosely and his face was right in front of Craig's. Blonde hair was everywhere and it was all Craig could see when he opened his eyes besides Tweek's face.
When he looked down, Craig's heart practically melted, which was hard to do on a regular basis, but Tweek had that power on him.
Tweek was close, closer than he had been last night Craig was sure, and he had a small smile on his face, something that was so rare to see on Tweek when he was sleeping in general that Craig didn't want to move and miss it.
Now that he was slightly more sober and his thoughts weren't clouded by the alcohol, Craig's thoughts started running through his mind again. His eyes zeroed in on Tweek's lips, pink and slightly parted. He wanted to press his lips to those, just to see what it felt like. He bet they were soft, bet they tasted like coffee. Craig wasn't much for coffee, but fuck if he didn't want to try it from the other boy.
Tweek groaned at that moment and tightened his arms around Craig, bringing him impossibly closer. Craig froze as Tweek's face got closer to his own, his heart stuttering in his chest.
Craig knew he had practice, knew he had to leave soon to make sure that he and the rest of the team weren't late, but at the moment he didn't really give two fucks.
Instead, Craig stayed in their warm bed, staring at Tweek while he slept, as creepy as that fucking sounded. Which, in the end, made him late because he didn't start moving until he heard the others moving around the house.
Trying to get out of bed was another problem. He tried to extract himself from Tweek without waking him and keeping him under the blanket. But, of course with Tweek, that wouldn't work.
"C-Craig?" he murmured, blinking slowly up at him.
"Yeah, practice." Craig leaned down and ran his fingers through Tweek's hair gently. "Just go back to sleep. I'll be back soon."
Tweek blinked up at him again, before nodding slowly and curling back under the blanket.
Craig tried to fight the urge, but couldn't, and leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead before leaving.
And that was on his mind the entire practice. Coach wasn't happy with him to say the least.
"That was a rough practice," Stan complained, shrugging out of his practice uniform, which was hard for him because he had Kyle leaning on his shoulder, half asleep with his red curly hair poking out from under his cap.
"It was only rough because you assholes wanted to party so hard the night before," Token grumbled. "And you're all coming back to help clean up my place."
The entire team groaned and Craig rolled his eyes. Of course he'll help, but he was more interested in getting back to Tweek to see if he slept anymore while he was gone.
Clyde shrugged into his t-shirt beside Craig, whispering, "So, what happened last night with Tweek?"
Craig glanced at Clyde before pushing some more things into his duffel bag. "Nothing happened."
Clyde cocked his head in that annoying way he always did when he was getting ready to push for answers. "Really? Because Christophe's black eye says otherwise."
Kenny jumped at that moment, wiggling his eyebrows, "Yeah, no hero sex or anything like that? I mean, the knight in shinning armor took out the bad guy, right?"
Craig pushed his glove into his bag a little more forceful than necessary as he heard some snickers around him. Honestly, with the way that guy had been acting like a douche, he didn't really care if he had a black eye or not that was Craig's fault. Craig didn't even know if he came to practice or not.
It was entirely Craig's fault, he knew that, but he couldn't help it. Christophe knew Tweak was taken, he knew that he was with Craig. So why the hell would he make a move on him? And he knew Tweek was socially awkward, he couldn't handle pressure. To call them out like that last night was completely fucked up.
Craig stared at his bag for a second before slinging it over his shoulder. But if Christophe hadn't said anything, and Tweek let him keep going, would he have been able to stop himself? And they were in a room full of people at the time, too.
So maybe Christophe did them a favor. Craig could feel his cheeks heating up at the thought of what happened when they were alone. What would Tweek have done if Craig had done that to him around all those people?
Craig froze. He left a mark on Tweek. Something everyone was going to be able to see.
"What's wrong?" Clyde looked at him as Token came up to meet them, gathering everyone behind them.
Craig scoffed, trying to play off his embarrassment. Tweek was going to kill him. "I'm fine. We have a lot to clean up, we should get going. I have plans."
Kyle and Stan made their way to them, Stan wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh yeah, isn't it a special day?"
"Oh yeah, dude! Isn't it like…uh," Clyde trailed off, trying to count on his fingers.
"Eight years," Craig finished for him.
He heard all the guys whistle behind him, appreciating what he had said. They were supposed to go out, maybe eat and catch a movie. Just really, chill like they usually did. But Craig was looking forward to today more than he had in the past. He really wanted to go out and show them off, show that long term things do last. And, even though it still embarrassed him a bit, he was going to have that mark on his neck to go along with it and Craig was extremely proud of it.
Tweek would kill him if he told him that.
Craig smirked to himself, his hand tightening on the strap of his bag. Maybe he should tell him, just to see him stutter out a response and hit him on the arm, the way he usually did when he got too flushed to respond to what Craig had said. He should really check to make sure Tweek was okay though, and not going fucking crazy because of what he did.
Nonetheless, it was…strange. Craig was excited, thrilled, for their date tonight.
Date. That was a word they threw around, a word that seemed to not mean a lot when they were going about their day, but now- well, now it felt like something different. Something new entirely.
The house was actually pretty fucking trashed and Craig was surprised that he didn't notice it this morning.
"Alright dudes," Craig looked over to see Kyle gathering everyone, of course because he always made the most sense, as Token tried not to freak out at the mess of his house. Craig patted his shoulder before listening to Kyle divide the tasks between the baseball team.
With all of them here, it was going to be easy to clean up this mess. The only problem would be getting rid of the stragglers that were still inside the house from last night, Craig was sure most of their class was still inside, sleeping off last night's party.
While everyone started going off doing their jobs assigned to them, Craig made his way upstairs to their…um, the room he stayed the night in with Tweek…
Okay, so this was getting really weird.
Craig shook his head and opened the door slowly and quietly, careful to make sure he didn't wake up Tweek.
He peeked into the room and noticed a small lump in the middle of the bed, small movements coming from the bulge of blankets. Craig smiled, closing the door behind him.
He made his way to the bed and froze at what he saw, his heart clenching slightly at the sight. Tweek was covered up in the blanket still, curled beneath it, but what he had over him underneath the blanket was what warmed Craig in the strangest way.
Tweek was wrapped in Craig's letterman, gripping the collar of the jacket tightly in his hand. There was a small smile on his face as shifted slightly to burry himself deeper in the bed so only the top half of his face and his wild hair was visible.
Craig tried not to smile like an idiot as he moved closer. He could hear the others moving around downstairs where the main scene of the party was at. He could hear the chatting and the trash bags moving around. Despite the fact that he knew should be helping, Craig wanted more than anything to just curl up next to him again and forget the rest of the day. But, if he didn't wake up Tweek, he would sleep until noon and he wouldn't feel good later on during the day. And Craig was positive that Tweek wouldn't appreciate his sweaty self right now.
He set his bag at the foot of the bed and moved to Tweek, his hand running through his blonde hair gently. Tweek hummed lightly, moving closer to Craig's hand as he clutched the letterman tighter.
Craig leaned down and brushed his lips against Tweek's forehead softly, lingering for a moment. Craig held his breath for a moment as he hovered over Tweek. He didn't want to move; he didn't want to wake him up either. He seemed so peaceful in his sleep.
He pulled away slightly, realizing that he should move before he did something else that was stupid, and looked at Tweek's closed eyes. "Tweek," Craig whispered. His hand moved to cup Tweek's cheek as he whispered his name again, "Tweek."
Tweek blinked slowly, hazel eyes coming into focus before he looked up at Craig.
Craig noticed that he was only a few centimeters away from Tweek's face, and Craig never really noticed how hazel Tweek's eyes were. They were orange and brown, with flecks of green spread throughout them. They were bright and shinning, even with Tweek half asleep.
"Craig?" Tweek murmured, rubbing his eyes.
He turned his head and his nose touched Craig's and Craig reared back, trying not to blush at the lame contact.
"Yeah." Craig scratched the back of his neck. He glanced at Tweek, who was sitting up and yawning, the letterman pooling around his stomach as he sat up.
Craig tried not to focus his gaze on Tweek's arms, whose flexing was actually very distracting for some reason, and the sunlight bathing him was just catching all the right tones and he could remember running his hand up and down that arm a few times. He could pinpoint where he would brush his fingers to make Tweek twitch the most and where he knew that Tweek was comfortable with the most. He would sigh softly then curl into Craig as he relaxed and finally stopped worrying about other things that he shouldn't have to care about.
Tweek stretched and Craig felt his face heat up as he looked away before Tweek could catch him staring. That would not be something that he thinks Tweek would be okay with.
"Uh…" Craig reached into his bag and pulled out the first clean shirt he came in contact with. "Put this on. I'll go get you some breakfast. Everyone's cleaning so you should stay here."
He vaguely saw Tweek nod, still trying to wake up as he gripped Craig's shirt in one hand.
Craig left the room, closing the door behind him quietly.
"So how's the boyfriend?"
Craig nearly jumped out of his pants as he turned around, trying to minimalize the emotions on his face before they could be read.
He saw Kenny leaning against the wall, a trash bag in one hand as he played with the cap on his head with the other.
"Boyfriend?" Craig whispered, he tried to catch his breath and keep his tone level without making it seem that way or making it obvious.
Kenny raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, boyfriend? Tweek? The dude you've been dating for so fucking long that you are basically a single fucking entity at this point?" He scoffed, "Even if you guys still seem to be at the first base level."
Craig tried, and failed, to keep the blush off his face. He nodded at Kenny, rubbing his nose before looking past Kenny to the stairs, "I'm actually about to go get him something to eat. He just woke up. He'll be wanting his coffee."
Kenny nodded thoughtfully, watching Craig walk by him before deciding, unfortunately, to follow him. "Breakfast in bed on the day of your anniversary. How fucking sweet is that?"
Craig shook his head, trying to ignore Kenny and focus on getting some coffee and toast. That's what he'll want after a night of drinking. Hopefully he's not hungover, because then he'll want to go home and they can't until the guys leave.
Craig made the stuff quickly, avoiding his teammates that were cleaning up and the left over red solo cups that littered the, usually pristine, kitchen. Kenny followed him every inch of the way, hovering over him as if he was waiting for Craig to let some shit slip or something.
When they finally reached the stairs, Craig was starting to get annoyed. Careful of the coffee, he turned on Kenny. "Dude, what?"
Kenny shrugged, grinning up at him. "I was just wondering when you, the fucking sappiest of saps, was going to let the 'L' word slip."
Craig's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Lineout?"
Kenny nearly dropped his bag, "Holy shit, no dude! I'm talking about love!"
Craig desperately tried to keep his emotions in check. Had he really been that obvious? Shit…did that mean Tweek could tell or that he was going to find out? "What? Why would that pop up?"
Kenny shook his head, pulling the bill of his cap, "Really? You guys have been dating for, what, eight years is what you said? It doesn't look like you've told him, and you really fucking should."
"That is actually none of your fucking business man," Craig rolled his eyes and continued climbing up the stairs.
"Maybe," Kenny agreed, following up the rest of the flight. "But, I mean, it's obvious, especially after last night, that you two care a lot about each other." He stopped at the top step, watching Craig continue to the door without him before shaking his head and walking back down the stairs to the kitchen.
Craig opened the door and found Tweek out of bed and gathering his clothes from the party in nothing but the shirt Craig had tossed him, which turned out to be his jersey, half buttoned and his boxers. He perked up and grinned, spotting the coffee and toast in Craig's hands, making his way over to him and taking the coffee from him. He held it gingerly in his hands and sipped, sighing as he swallowed the bitter drink.
Why was that actually really fucking adorable now?
What was he thinking? That's always been cute.
Craig tried not to sigh again, trying to keep his emotions in check, which was really fucking annoying because that had never been a problem before. He just chose not to notice these things because…well. Because he cared for Tweek more than he thought he did.
Craig tried, in vain, not to stare at the obvious hickey he left Tweek the night before and how fucking ridiculously adorable this kid looked in his jersey. Seriously, this wasn't fair on Craig's heart at this point.
Tweek smiled up at him, "Thanks, man." He sipped at the coffee again, before nibbling on a piece of toast.
Even if he was proud of it, Craig really should apologize to him. It wasn't fair to Tweek to just have done that because he wanted to.
"Look, Tweek. About the – um…"
Tweek shook his head, setting down his coffee and wringing his hands in front of him, "D-don't worry about it. I – gah, um don't really m-mind it that much." Craig watched as one hand went up to touch the dark spot on his neck and he had the sudden urge to make more, to spot Tweek everywhere.
Craig reached forward and ran his hand over Tweek's neck, brushing his fingertips against the hickey lightly before withdrawing his hand when he saw Tweek shiver, not wanting to cause him discomfort. He scratched the back of his neck and looked at the ground, "I'm still sorry. I don't- I didn't…" Craig sighed, his hand falling to his side. He didn't know what to say at this point. Craig wasn't really sorry about it, and Tweek was okay with it…for now. And it was literally im-fucking-possible to try and concentrate right now with Tweek looking the way he did right now.
Tweek surprised him though, he smiled and took Craig's hand in his own. Craig could feel his heart at the point of exploding in his chest. Why was this so excruciatingly wonderful? For Tweek to just take his hand and give him a smile like that? The type of fucking smile that was making his knees weak and made his face flush.
Tweek threaded his fingers between Craig's, still smiling up at him. "I-it's fine."
Before Craig could respond, someone knocked on the door. "Craig?" It sounded like Clyde. "We need help cleaning something up downstairs."
Craig grunted, his eyes still on Tweek, "I'll be out in a sec."
Tweek smiled wider before letting go of his hand and making his way back to the bed. He picked up the letterman and draped it over his shoulders and went back to sipping his coffee.
Again, Craig found it incredibly unfair how fucking adorable Tweek looked in his boxers with Craig's letterman and Craig's jersey on him.
"You better g- gah, go," Tweek murmured, playing with a piece of toast.
Craig nodded and made his way to the door. "I'll be done soon, then we can go to your place. Then we can go out."
Tweek nodded, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Su-sure."
Craig left quickly, never before this eager to clean a house after a party.