They were everything Tweek had ever dreamed of and more.

Each bite was the most incredible combination of flavors and texture.

It was safe to say that Tweek Tweak was going to die of sweets overload this morning.

He was already on his third éclair and Tweek could feel the chocolate on the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care. He didn't have time to care. He had to keep eating.

Licking his finger after popping the last little bit into his mouth, Tweek leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Yes. A food coma. Only after three eclairs, but they were the best god damn eclairs he's ever had.

"I see the eclairs were a hit with you."

Tweek let out a yelp at the sound of Craig's voice, the blonde reaching for the piece of paper towel he grabbed from the bathroom as a napkin.

"Yes, sir!" He squeaked out, covering his chocolate covered mouth. Craig chuckled softly as he leaned against the doorway, pen twirling in his fingers.

"List of meetings?"

"Right here." Tweek breathed out, making sure his fingers were wiped free of chocolate before passing the list over to Craig. The blonde watched his boss' eyes scan over the page, a grunt escaping his lips.

"Fuck, I hate those guys," He muttered, folding the list and tucking it into his back pocket. "I guess I should tell you what to do when these fuckwits arrive…"

"I take it they're not very good to do business with?" Tweek asked softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. The simple smile made Craig's frustration…not as intense. He wasn't sure why, but…

"They're just…they always try to get more out of me. Try to get me to give them more product for the same price," He explained, Tweek nodding along. "But, when any client comes, just…lead them to the meeting room. Greet them, say I'll be in the room in a minute, and then offer them water. That's all I need of you when it comes to the actual meetings. There may be times I need you to come in and make a copy of something, but you can use the printer in my office for that, so you don't have to go very far."

Tweek gave a soft hum, jotting down a couple of notes on a post it for himself to remember.

Greet

Water

Copies (sometimes)

"Easy enough." The blonde said, looking up at Craig after he finished writing.

"They should be here in about fifteen minutes. They're normally early. During the meeting, I'll need you to organize some files. There isn't a lot, so it shouldn't take you too long." Craig curled his finger at Tweek, motioning for him to follow as he turned back into his office. The notion made Tweek's stomach flip, the blonde shuffling into Craig's office. The raven-haired man was messing with his tie, cursing to himself as he loosened it a bit before passing the small stack of files over to Tweek.

"Alphabetically?"

"You read my mind." Craig chuckled, sitting down in his chair.

"Do you need another cup of coffee?"

"I'm okay, thanks."

"Try and enjoy your meeting, then." Tweek said between soft laughs, turning on his heel and walking out back to his desk.

Once the door clicked shut, Craig leaned forward on his desk, hands tangling into his hair as he let out a sigh.

He was…feeling.

Craig doesn't feel.

He would describe it as feel because he wasn't sure what these emotions were.

He didn't like it.

He felt sick to his stomach, but he couldn't think about that now. Craig had only fifteen minutes to mentally prepare himself for his meeting, and that meant only one thing: time for a drink.


The elevator ding snapped Tweek out of his daze, setting his phone down before jumping up. Had fifteen minutes passed that quickly? Apparently, since a group of men all dressed in suits rounded the corner. Putting on his best smile, Tweek came out from behind his desk and hummed quietly.

"Morning gentlemen." He greeted, the stout man in the middle letting out a soft laugh.

"Tucker finally got a new secretary, huh?"

"That's right, sir."

"Mm. Polite. I like you, kid."

"Thank you?"

"Name's Eric. Eric Cartman."

"Tweek." The blonde said, sticking his hand forward. Eric took his hand in his, Tweek trying not to yelp at the force in which his hand was shook. He had to look over to double check and make sure his arm was still there.

"This is my right-hand man, Kyle Broflovski."

"Pleasure." The red head muttered, Tweek appreciating his gentle handshake after the forceful one Eric gave him.

"Same can be said to you," Tweek said, offering a small smile towards Kyle, the blonde gesturing over towards the second door that was a little down the hall. "Right this way, gentlemen." The group of about ten men followed Tweek down to the meeting room, Tweek holding the door open as they filed in. He hasn't actually seen this meeting room yet, the blonde blinking at the view it had to offer of the Brooklyn bridge. It was simply amazing, if he was being honest. He could get used to looking at that each time he had to bring clients in here.

"It's unfair that Tucker gets this view." Eric muttered, Tweek stifling a snort at the comment.

"Can I get you gentlemen any water?"

"Please." Eric said, Tweek nodding as he walked down the hall. There was a small break room that had a pitcher in it, so Tweek filled it with water and grabbed some glasses before making his way back down the hall. Turning out of the room, Tweek snorted quietly as he saw Craig leaning against the doorframe again, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"It's not even eleven yet, sir." Tweek teased, Craig rolling his eyes with a small smirk.

"You've met Eric by now. I need all the alcohol I can get."

"I met Eric and Kyle. Kyle seems nice."

"He is. They were friends in college and started a business…somehow. They argue all the damn time." Craig grumbled. Tweek offered a small smile, looking Craig up and down.

"Stay there," He said quickly, Craig's brows furrowing as Tweek ducked into the meeting room. He emerged a minute or so later, Craig blinking as Tweek rushed over to him. He tensed for a moment as pale hands reached up, but relaxed and held his breath as Tweek adjust his tie. "Your tie was crooked." He muttered, tongue poking out in concentration as Tweek fixed Craig's tie. Craig noticed he was standing on his tip toes, his teeth now chewing on the inside of his cheek as he tried to focus on something other than his secretary. Finally, after what felt like an eternity (but was only ten seconds or so), Tweek settled back down on his feet, a smile on his face as he moved past Craig to sit back down.

"Thanks." Craig breathed out, downing the last of his drink before turning back into his office. The door clicked shut, Tweek biting down on his lip as he continued to smile.

"Welcome."


The meeting with Eric wasn't bad (surprisingly).

The second meeting was okay as well, Craig actually liking that client.

The third meeting, he was falling asleep, but he managed to get through it.

The fourth?

Craig almost blew his brains out.

That particular client was always difficult, and Craig felt bad in a way for Tweek because most of the meeting was Craig and the client yelling back and forth with each other.

After that meeting ended, Craig waited until he heard the footsteps of the clients going towards the elevator before moving to go to his office, slamming the connecting door between the two rooms behind him. Tweek heard it as he walked back from the elevator, the noise making him jump. Frowning, the blonde set his cup of coffee down that he picked up on the way back onto his desk, knocking lightly on Craig's door.

"Craig?"

"What?" Tweek flinched a bit at his tone, noticing how…angry he sounded.

"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing at the back of his neck. Tweek knew he probably shouldn't pry, but he heard the yelling. How could he not ask?

"…come in here."

Turning the knob, Tweek slowly pushed the door open, the smell of cigarette filling his nose. He blinked as he saw Craig hunched over, elbows on his desk and hands in his hair. A cigarette rested between his index and middle finger in his right hand, Tweek closing the door behind him as Craig lowered his right hand to inhale on the cigarette.

"Do you need-?"

"No," Craig hissed, pushing up off his desk and slouching in his chair. "I don't need anything."

Tweek knew he shouldn't take anything Craig says right now personally, but it was hard not to. His voice was so filled with anger that Tweek couldn't help but feel slightly hurt at his tone.

"Is there anything you need me to do, sir?"

"I need a drink."

"Whiskey?"

"Yes."

Bebe had warned Tweek about Craig's coldness.

He was surprised to hear Craig could be cold, but here he was: acting cold as ice.

Rushing over to the cart of alcohol in the corner, Tweek poured a little under half a glass of whiskey, placing it into Craig's extended hand as he walked over. The blonde watched as he drank it in three big gulps, the glass slamming down onto the desk as Craig's tongue darted out to catch a few drops that rested on the corners of his mouth.

"Anything-?"

"No, just leave." Craig grumbled, Tweek wincing at the word choice.

"…yes, sir." He whispered, biting down on his lip as he quickly rushed out the door. The floor was too quiet, especially after the screaming match that just happened over the course of an hour. Letting out a shaky breath, Tweek sniffled quietly as he made his way to the elevator. He had nothing to do, so he was going to go complain to Bebe. If Craig got mad at him, so what? He was the one that said he didn't have anything for Tweek to do.

But back in Craig's office, the raven-haired man kept replaying the sound of Tweek's little sniffle in his head.

He had never felt like more of an ass then in that moment.


"You're here early tonight."

Craig grimaced at the bartender, plopping himself down in his usual stool. No one ever sat there between the hour of six and seven, the patrons knowing that Craig Tucker usually sits there after work.

"I had a rough day."

"You look like ya did, bud." The bartender chuckled, Craig rolling his eyes as he watched the man make his usual drink of a whiskey sour.

"I don't need the attitude, Chuck."

"Look, you might be the boss at your place, but you aren't here, bucko." Chuck scoffed, giving Craig a dirty look. Rolling his eyes, Craig mumbled out a half assed apology, quickly taking a few long gulps of his drink.

"Fine. But I came here as a patron, so treat me as such."

"I don't know how people work for you sometimes." Chuck chuckled, grabbing a glass to dry.

"…I don't either…" Craig muttered to himself, thinking back to how rude he was to Tweek.

It's been haunting him all afternoon, the CEO never meaning for Tweek to be the victim of his frustration.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chuck asked, moving onto the next glass to dry. Craig bit down on his lip, shrugging his suit jacket off as he thought about how he should explain the situation.

"Have you…ever said something you regretted?"

"All the time!" Chuck laughed, Craig biting his lip.

"Have you ever said something you regretted…to someone who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?"

Chuck hummed quietly, leaning against the back counter as he set the glass in his hand aside.

"You got mad at someone else and took it out on an innocent person? Is that what you're trying to say?" Chuck asked. Whining low in his throat, Craig scratched at the back of his neck, grimacing at the words.

"Well…yeah."

"Who?"

"My new secretary…"

"Jesus, Tucker."

"I know, Chuck, you act like I don't know I fucked up!" Craig hissed between his teeth, downing the rest of his drink in two gulps. He motioned towards the liquor, Chuck grabbing his empty glass and moving to make another.

"Well, did you at least apologize to the lady?"

"Man."

"Huh?"

"My secretary is a guy. And no, I didn't apologize…yet."

Chuck blinked a few times, suddenly realizing why this was eating Craig up as he passed over another drink.

"You got a hard on for your secretary, don't you?"

"Excuse me?!"

"That's why you're so eaten up over this. You didn't want to hurt him." Chuck said quietly so other patrons wouldn't hear. Craig ate the cherry that was on top of his drink, tossing the stem onto a nearby napkin.

"I don't do relationships."

"Keep telling yourself that, Tucker."

"I don't! I don't have the fucking time to dedicate to someone!" Craig snapped, blue and brown eyes ablaze with frustration.

"You always say you don't do feelings either, bud, but have you stopped to think that maybe your secretary was able to pull them out of you?"

"I barely know anything about him!"

"Doesn't mean he can't be an attractive man." Chuck quipped, shrugging as he turned to help another patron. Craig's mouth felt dry as his mind started to wander, eyes squeezing shut as he used his drink to wet his mouth. It wasn't helping, the alcohol just burning his chest on the way down. He can't have a thing for Tweek. He can't. It was unprofessional. Tweek has worked for him for three whole days now and he knows nothing about him…well, he knows some things, but he asked Bebe for that information! Wincing to himself, Craig signaled for Chuck to give him another drink, the bartender giving Craig a wary look.

"You're drinking awfully fast."

"Why does my heart beat so fucking fast when I think about him?" Craig croaked out, hands tangled into his hair as he ignored the bartender's concern. Chuck blinked, not expecting Craig to be so blunt with him. He's known Craig for a few years now, so he knew Craig as a quiet and reserved business man. But this?

This kid must really be eating at Craig.

"That's what your body does when you like someone, bucko. What, you mean to tell me you've never had a crush?"

"I don't remember the last time I did." He admitted, undoing his tie and hanging it around his neck. Craig felt like he was suffocating.

"…how else are you feeling then?"

"My stomach hurts. My face feels hot when he's near me and he always has-has such a nice fucking smile and he's too nice. So nice. Like-fuck me- who the fuck gets excited over chocolate eclairs?!"

Chuck blinked, passing another drink over to Craig. He watched as the businessman gulped it down in three long gulps, making him another one after that. He definitely needs it.

"Craig?"

"What?" Craig slurred, head starting to get dizzy from the three drinks he inhaled.

"Congratulations, bud," Craig jumped a bit at the hand landing on his shoulder, following the outstretched arm until he landed on Chuck's face. "You got feelings for your secretary."


"FUCK!" Craig choked out, doubling over in the alleyway of the bar as the drinks took their revenge on him. His chest and throat were on fire. Why did Chuck allow him to drink that many drinks?! The second wave hit harder than the first, Craig hugging himself as he vomited again behind the dumpster. Why are you acting like this?! This isn't like you! Scrubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands, Craig stumbled over into the small patch of light that illuminated the alley. Grabbing onto the wall to steady himself, Craig kept a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting again due to the sudden lurch forward. What are you doing Tucker? You're acting weak. You're not like this. EVER. Get a fucking hold of yourself. You're being weak all because of a fucking MAN.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, snapping Craig out of his self-pity trance. Grabbing his phone out of his pocket, he noticed it was almost ten. He shouldn't bother Stan to come and pick him up, so looks like he was walking. After stumbling back into the bar to grab his suit jacket and bag, Craig gave Chuck a nod after sliding him the cash and then some he owed for his drinks.

"You good, Tucker?"

"No. Bye Chuck." He slurred as he walked to the door, the air hitting his warm face. He didn't even make it to the end of the block before it started raining, but Craig found he didn't have the energy to care. In a way, it made him feel a little better. Pausing for a moment, Craig tilted his head back, letting the rain run over his face and neck. He couldn't really stop swaying, but he didn't care. The water still felt good to his too hot skin.

After a minute, Craig tilted his head back down, groaning as his head continued to spin. Home. Go home. It took an eternity since he had to stop a few times so he wouldn't fall over from the nausea, but a half an hour later, Craig was practically tumbling into the lobby of his apartment complex. Giving the obligatory nod to the receptionist, the CEO made his way to the elevator, hitting the top floor after taking a moment to let his eyes focus on the numbers. Floor twenty. Apartment 20J. It was the last one at the end of the hall. The penthouse. It was spacious, offered gorgeous panoramic views of the city, and yet, Craig always felt like something was missing in his apartment.

He had a piano which he played sometimes when he couldn't focus on work.

He had a mini bar and a kitchen stocked with the latest and greatest technology.

A bedroom with a comfortable king-sized bed with an attached bathroom that had a jacuzzi tub and waterfall shower.

A private balcony connected to his bedroom as well where he could sit and have his morning coffee.

Craig Tucker had everything that anyone could ever want…

But he had no one to share it with.

His bedroom felt particularly empty that night, Craig shrugging off his soaking wet clothes as quickly as he could. His teeth clattered lightly together, forgetting in his drunken state that it is, in fact, September in New York, which meant it was cold at night and not a good time to get wet. He made his way into the bathroom, closing the glass door of the shower behind him. Turning the knob, he hissed quietly as the hot water falling from above met his now cold skin, but Craig's eyes fluttered shut nonetheless. He let out a quiet sigh, head falling forward and resting against the cool stone that made up the wall of the shower.

His chest was turning red from the temperature of the water, but he didn't care. How could he? There were more important things on his mind; like his secretary.

His secretary that had the audacity to show up to his first day of work in a skirt and turtleneck.

The audacity to look so beautiful with chocolate on his face and fingers.

The audacity to ruin Craig in the span of three fucking days.

"Fuck." He gasped, pushing up off the wall and tangling his fingers into his wet hair. This isn't how he wants to think of Tweek.

Tweek is a damn good secretary, so why was Craig thinking of him bent over his desk with that cute skirt pushed up?

Why was Craig touching himself in the shower thinking of said secretary?

Oh.

Craig hadn't even realized he started jerking off, turning so his back was against the stone wall now. He felt like such a dick. Just about nine hours ago, Craig was being a total ass to Tweek when all the blonde wanted to do was his job. Now? Now Craig has his hand wrapped around his cock as he thinks about the same man he bitched at.

You have to stop. You can't think of him like that. You can't. You can't.

But he could.

And he did.

It felt so good, and yet, so wrong.

Craig's mind wandered further, hand continuing to stroke up and down his length as his head hit the wall with a small thud.

Thought of the way Tweek always calls him sir.

Thought of the way Tweek is such a fast learner and how he seems to always aim to please.

Thought of Tweek sitting on the edge of his desk with that skirt pulled up and legs spread open.

Thought of Tweek under his desk on his knees, glasses covered in his cum.

"Shit!" Craig gasped in surprised as he came so suddenly, back arching up off the stone. Letting his hand drop off his now softening length after a moment, Craig's eyes widened slowly as he realized just what happened.

Craig Tucker, CEO of TNT brewing company, just jerked off in the shower.

Craig Tucker, CEO of TNT brewing company, just jerked off in the shower to his secretary.

Blinking his eyes, Craig stepped under the water fully, tilting his head back with his mouth open.

Maybe if he drowned himself, he won't have to go into work tomorrow and look at the man he just came to. Sputtering after his mouth filled with water, Craig let out a cough as the water previously in his mouth ran down his chin and chest, the realization fully setting in as he looked at his reflection in the glass.

Not the realization that he jerked off to his secretary, oh no.

The realization that he is completely, royally, and undeniably, fucked.


NOTE: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY HAVE SOME CRAIG JERKING OFF AND REALLY FEELING THOSE FEELS IN THE SHOWER!

I hope you enjoyed this update! I wanted to get this up before the weekend since I go to Paris tomorrow and then have midterms next week!

Also, listen to the Elton John song that this chapter is named after ;) I dare you

Any all feedback is appreciated, and until the next update (which should be sometime next week hopefully!)