Your reviews were lovely and sometimes a bit funny, with all your theories:) I don't want to keep you guys from finally finding out.
A long chapter ahead! We all know what that means...you have been warned.
Soda equals passion
Hesitantly he knocked on Craig's front door. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his rapid heartbeat. Craig's sister opened the door, frowning at him.
"Is Craig home?"
"Why?"
"I really need to talk to him." She was silent for a bit.
"He told me not to tell you he was home in case you would come over." Her mouth quirked a bit at the edge, as if she was holding back a smile. Clyde's face broke into a wide grin as he understood what she meant. She moved aside.
"If you tell him I let you in I'll kick your ass."
"Thanks." He murmured. He quietly walked up the stairs after hanging up his coat. He knocked on Craig's door before he could allow himself a second thought. He knew Craig's sister was looking from downstairs. Craig opened his door and Clyde immediately stepped inside because he knew he would try to push him out again if he didn't. Craig frowned as he was pushed inside by Clyde who immediately closed the door behind him.
"Look." Clyde started instantly. "I know I got drunk while I promised you not to, and I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I was a little upset that night and I thought that would get away by drinking, but it didn't." He took a breath, Craig's smell was momentarily putting him off.
"And I feel really bad about it and I'm really very sorry for saying all the terrible things I said to you that night. I really, really am sorry for being drunk and I hope you can forgive me." Craig had remained silent throughout his whole tirade. His blue eyes fixed on Clyde's face with an empty look.
"Craig, please!" Clyde shoved the DVD's he had brought with him against Craig's chest.
"Please! I'll do anything to get you back! I- I brought you a new Friends DVD that I broke earlier and some brownies!" Craig silently took the DVD's and the brownies. He nodded and Clyde let out a long breath. Craig put the DVD's on his desk and turned to Clyde.
"You have to promise me to never get drunk like that again." Clyde nodded.
"Promise." Craig's mouth twitched, much like his sister's had.
"What, no pinky swear?" He grinned a bit. Clyde wanted to leap forward and hug him but managed to restrain himself. He had missed Craig these past days and just looking at him right now was making him feel all warm and giddy. Craig wore simple dark jeans and a blue shirt. His black hair neat and looking softer than ever. Clyde tried really hard not to remember how it had felt under his hands when they had kissed.
Still unsure of what to do Clyde ran a hand through his hair.
"Uhm, were you busy?" He asked shyly, looking away.
"No, not really." He studied Clyde for a bit, a little in the same manner Clyde had looked at him earlier. "Want to watch an episode?" He picked up one of the DVD's. Clyde grinned and said:
"Yes please!"
"You set it up, I'll go and get something to drink." Their eyes met. Clyde was still grinning and a small smile appeared at Craig's face.
"I want to watch 'The one with the embryos'." Craig said as he walked out of the door. Clyde nodded and turned to the TV. As the DVD-player was booting up his eye fell on Craig's bed. It was a bit ruffled and unmade. He felt as if his brain was softly kicking him, nudging him towards something. And then his eye caught Craig's pillow and suddenly he remembered pushing it off the bed. And then a memory came back and he felt cold all over when remembering it. It was after Cartman's party and he was in Craig's room about to go to sleep. Craig had climbed into the bed with him and he had said something. All color left his face and his hands started to shake when that memory forced itself into his mind.
Craig got in the bed with him, laying next to him. Suddenly, the words burst from Clyde's mouth:
"Why didn't you tell me you and Tweek were dating?" Craig looked at him, silent.
"Is that why you've been so weird all night?" He asked back. Clyde shrugged evasively.
"You never even told me you liked guys, I'm your best friend, Craig." Craig fully turned to him.
"Are you-, are you jealous?"
"No!" Clyde looked away from him.
"You are." Craig leaned into Clyde, smirking a bit. "Tell me. Are you jealous of me, or of Tweek?" They were both silent for a bit. Then Clyde leaned forward, grabbing Craig's head and forcing their lips together. He slid his lips over Craig's, tangling his hands in his black hair. Craig didn't respond to the kiss, obviously stunned at Clyde's action, but Clyde was too drunk, too far gone to care.
He forced his full lips on Craig's warm, thin ones and then out of nowhere: Craig responded. He kissed back fiercely, pushing his mouth against his eagerly. Clyde moaned and leaned closer, forcing Craig on his back. With one hand he pushed the pillow off the bed so that he could lay Craig down properly. He kissed him for all he was worth, pushing his tongue in and meeting Craig's. He knew it was sloppy but he didn't care. He moaned when Craig's hands found their way into his hair and their tongues tangled. All of a sudden Craig yanked his head away.
"Clyde, you're drunk. You-" But Clyde cut him off, kissing him again. Moaning desperately at the feel of Craig's warm, welcoming mouth.
"You taste amazing, Craig." He moaned against his mouth as Craig kissed him back. Craig tried to push him away but Clyde didn't listen, instead he pressed his erection against Craig's hip as he pushed him further into the mattress below.
Craig's initial reluctance seemed to resolve and he wove his hands in Clyde's hair. It felt amazing, and he noticed Craig was kissing back with the same passion that Clyde felt at that moment. But all of a sudden he lay on his back. It took him a moment before he realized that Craig had pushed him away. He looked up and saw him sitting on his knees on the bed, looking down at Clyde. His hair tousled and cheeks pink. Craig looked down at him, slightly panting.
"Fuck, Clyde, you're drunk. You-." But Clyde leaned up and yanked Craig back by his head. Falling down on the bed with Craig on top. His hands sliding over Craig's back and desperately trying to pull Craig on top of him.
"Clyde-." Craig said against his lips. He put his hands on the mattress next to Clyde's shoulders, but Clyde was strong in his drunk and desperate state.
"Clyde, don't-." But he was caught off again as Clyde pushed his tongue into his mouth again.
Clyde's hands were clutching the DVD's in his grip and he noticed he was shaking. His relieved grin of earlier wiped from his face. It all made sense to him now. Why Craig had been distanced, freaked out even. He had been weirded out because Clyde had tried to get him to fuck him. That's why he hadn't answered his texts and calls, that's what Kenny didn't want to tell him. He tore his eyes away from the bed and quickly dropped to his knees to insert the DVD with the episode Craig had requested.
But Craig had forgiven him now, right? Well he had at least accepted his apologies and right now he even let him stay over for a while. That was good thing he decided. Even if he had totally lost his cool while he was drunk and had thrown himself on Craig. That was a thing that should never happen again. Craig was never supposed to find out about his feelings. He brought his attention back to the TV where the menu was just starting up.
He sat down on the tiny sofa just as Craig came back in with some coke and glasses. He put it on the little table next to the couch and got the brownies from his desk. Clyde was fighting down his nerves as Craig sat down next to him on the little couch, which forced their legs together. He remembered it so vividly now: Craig warm and strong body under his hands, the soft feel of his hair as he ran his hands through it, his hot mouth as he responded to Clyde's kiss. But he managed to not let it show as he pressed play on the right episode and accepted the brownie Craig gave to him.
Craig's eyes were fixed on the screen and Clyde did the same. But his mind was somewhere else: reliving Craig's soft skin and incredible feel. The warmth of Craig's leg against his made it painfully clear that it had really happened. Craig's leg bringing that all back as they both looked on the screen. Craig chuckled beside him and ate his brownie with glee. Clyde decided it was more important to have Craig happy now then him reliving that particular memory.
He drank a bit of his coke and focused on the screen just in time for a joke and he joined in with Craig's soft chuckling.
They continued watching for a while and Clyde realized he was actually having a good time, feeling more and more relaxed with Craig by his side. Craig had forgiven him so it was okay. He needed to repeat it to himself a bit more. Normally he would snuggle up to Craig but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to do it now. He filled up Craig's glass as the other boy selected a new episode. Craig put the remote away and studied Clyde with a glint in his eye.
"What?" Clyde asked evasively as the 'Friends' song started to play.
"I know you want to cuddle." Clyde flushed right down to his chest. The thought of touching Craig was alarming and arousing and he really didn't know what to make of it.
"We don't have to." He spluttered. "I understand if you don't want to." But Craig grinned at Clyde's blush and slung an arm around his shoulder and pulled him against him. Clyde couldn't do anything but let himself be pulled against Craig's warm body. He rested his head against collarbone as he felt Craig's arm rest confidently on his shoulder. He drew in a shaky breath to calm himself, involuntarily taking in more of Craig's subtle smell. His legs were pressed against Craig's, even sliding over his for a bit. Tentatively Clyde reached up and but his hand on Craig's hip that was furthest away from him, like he usually did when they cuddled. Craig shifted so that they were closer together and he could rest his head on Clyde's head. Clyde felt his throat tighten at the intense physical contact of the moment. Craig however didn't notice and chuckled above him as he watched the show again. Clyde's eyes however slid over Craig's legs in front of him. With a blush on his face he felt his gaze slide up even higher into 'forbidden territory.'
His brain was kicking him again as his eyes slid over Craig's hips and the waistline of his jeans. And he realized he had not remembered all of that night as his brain picked up the memory where it had left of:
Clyde's hands moved over Craig's chest and ended up on his shoulders. And this time Craig responded, permitting himself to be pulled onto Clyde's body. He settled down between his legs with a moan. Clyde moaned back and slipped his hands into the back of Craig's pajamas, pushing him down onto him. He wrapped his legs around Craig's waist, pushing their bodies together. Craig was incredibly warm and his chest pressed against his felt amazing.
"Fuck, Craig, you feel so good." He moaned against Craig's lips.
"Clyde, we have to stop. I'm taking advantage of you." Craig panted softly and tried to back up.
"I don't care. Do it Craig, take advantage of me." Bucking his hips up against Craig's, feeling his erection push back against his.
"Don't, fuck, don't temp me." Craig groaned as he rolled his hips into the boy underneath him. He buried his head in Clyde's shoulder, panting softly and rolling his hips again. His hands grabbing Clyde's hips as he pushed down. Clyde was in heaven, clutching Craig closer to him and moaned in his hair. But Craig backed up, this time moving to stand in the room. He was still panting, erection evident in his pajamas and his hair a mess.
"Fuck, Clyde." He sighed, combing his hair. Clyde looked back dazedly. But he fell back against the mattress and his eyes closed, overwhelmed by tiredness and drifted off.
Clyde's eyes widened and he snapped them back onto the screen, staring fixedly at the ongoing scene while not taking it in in the slightest. Craig not only had responded to the kiss he had also responded to taking it further. Saying 'don't tempt me', did that mean..? He was painfully aware right now of how he could feel every aspect of Craig's body. How their legs were tangled up, Craig's hand absentmindedly stroking his arm. His own hand that was resting on Craig's hip…
And then: a surge of boldness came over him. Hadn't he admitted to Kenny that being friends wouldn't be enough anymore? Suddenly, he was almost quite sure he knew what Craig had talked to Kenny about. He took a deep breath, deciding that he had to, just had to test that theory right away.
Slowly, he stretched his fingers, grazing over Craig's side and moved his fingers just a bit over his shirt, barely noticeable. Craig just kept looking at the screen and didn't seem to notice what Clyde was doing and he took it as a sign to continue.
The hesitant and tiny movements of his fingers continued and he pressed down softly, feeling Craig's body underneath his shirt. He slid his fingers in a slow circular movement over Craig's side. He swallowed when he felt Craig's fingers still for a moment on his arm, he knew that that meant he had notice Clyde was touching him more than usual. But he didn't stop him.
Slowly, very slowly he moved his hand, sliding it a bit over his side, palm finding the contours of Craig's angular hipbones underneath. Craig resumed the slow stroking of his arm as Clyde started to fully stroke his side now. He took a slow breath and slid his hand down and up again, this time under his shirt. He heard a tiny intake of breath above of him but he wasn't stopped as his fingers trailed over Craig's warm skin. His thumb traced over Craig's hipbone as he flattened his palm over the soft skin. Craig's hand gripped him a bit as he kept stroking his arm. Clyde slowly moved his palm up and over his ribs and abdomen. Craig's hand pulled him closer so that Clyde's nose was buried in his neck. Clyde realized he was panting softly against Craig's neck as his hands roamed down, skidding over Craig's hipbone again. Craig's other hand moved to Clyde's hip and he pulled him closer to him. A quiet moan escaped Clyde's throat as he felt his erection brush against Craig's leg as Craig was hugging him against him. Craig's rapid heartbeat was evident as Clyde pressed his forehead against his neck.
Clyde's shaking hand roamed down further, moving over Craig's jeans and slid down even further softly running over Craig's erection beneath the denim. He felt Craig swallow heavily against his forehead. And then Craig's grip on his arm intensified and the hand on his hip slid into one of the loops of his jeans and he tugged on it. Clyde permitted him to be pulled to the left and then Craig shifted and he was straddling him. Legs on either side of Craig's legs and Craig's hands resting on his hips. Clyde kept his face hidden in Craig's neck, panting softly against his skin.
In a swift movement one of Craig's hands came up, sliding into his hair and forcing his head up. Clyde's hair was ruffled and his cheeks and neck flushed in a red blush but he had no time to think as Craig pulled him towards him, kissing him deeply. Clyde moaned against Craig's lips as their mouths slid over each others. Craig's hand stroke through his hair softly and Clyde felt himself tremble softly at the intensity of the kiss. They were both sober this time, without friends looking and they were both sure the other wanted it. He opened his mouth willingly when Craig swept his tongue over his lips. Clyde's hand slid over Craig's chest slowly, his other hand on his shoulder, thumb moving through Craig's soft hair. Craig's other hand was still on his hip and he stroke him over his shirt and then roamed down, cupping his erection through his jeans. The moan that came from Clyde's mouth was needy.
"You're so hard." Craig was the first to break the silence, panting softly against Clyde's lips. Clyde could only nod as Craig palmed him through his jeans, his own hands sliding over Craig's clothed torso. Craig slid his other hand down too and undid his jeans and he rose his hips a bit from Craig's lap so that he could slide his jeans and boxers down a bit. Clyde was biting his lip as he rested his forehead against Craig's.
"Oh, God." He whimpered as Craig wrapped his hand around his erection, pumping him in his firm grip. He clutched Craig's shoulder for leverage, too far inside this little world of pleasure that Craig created. When he canted his hips, so that Craig's fingers thumbed his slit he felt his ass drag over Craig's erection and Craig gripped his hip roughly at that. He was panting softly in Craig's face and he knew he was flaming red by now. One of his hands slid down over Craig's body to rest over his hip and move lower over his erection. Craig was panting now, too.
Fumbling, and one handed Clyde managed to undo Craig's jeans. He pulled his erection free, moaning at the feel of Craig in his hand. Carefully and shyly he took it in his hand and started to slowly stroke him. The low moan that passed Craig's lips turned him on to the point where he thought he would burst. Especially when Craig worked him faster, grip tightening. Sweat was sliding down his face and his other hand was clutching Craig's chest desperately, completely lost in the feel of straddling Craig and his warm body under him. He couldn't concentrate he realized, his pace on Craig's erection was starting to get fucked up when he focused on the sensation of Craig's long fingers slide over his slit and the other way around. And when Craig kissed him again, softly tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth he was really losing it.
But Craig noticed and he stopped his movements. Clyde blinked, confused as Craig stopped Clyde's hand and then moved it away. Clyde felt oddly rejected until he realized Craig was guiding his hand to his own erection. He whimpered as he felt Craig's hand, covering his own, wrap around his erection. He groaned as he moved his hand over his own erection after Craig's disappeared. His eyes widened when he saw Craig reach down and in turn grab his own erection.
"Jesus, Craig." Clyde groaned out. It was the hottest thing he had ever done: jerking off in Craig's lap with Craig underneath him doing the same. Craig's free hand gripped his hip and his thumb moved over his hipbone softly. The combination of jerking off, Craig's touch and the enticing vision of Craig moaning softly as he moved his hand over his own erection was too much.
"Let go, Clyde." Craig moaned, panting softly. Clyde's free hand gripped Craig's hair, tousling it. He whimpered as he moved faster, bucking into his own hand. He saw Craig's long fingers slip over his own slit and that was too much. Clyde threw his head back and moaned loudly, coming over his own shirt and hand.
"Fuck." Craig groaned as he watched unabashedly how Clyde rode out his orgasm. Clyde let go of himself and pulled Craig's hand away, replacing it with his own, sweaty one.
"God, Clyde!" Craig groaned as his hands gripped Clyde's hips, eyes closed as Clyde worked him hard and fast. Clyde nearly got aroused again as he felt Craig's warm and hard length under his fingers. Craig's hands gripped him harder.
"Faster." He gasped. And Clyde did.
"Oh, God." His hands tightened even more on his hips. He bucked up fiercely and came over Clyde's hand and their shirts.
For a moment there was nothing but the sound of their breaths and the menu of the DVD that had started to play again in the background. Clyde swallowed a couple of times, eyes darting away from Craig. Shyly he tucked himself back in his jeans and Craig did the same. He was about to get up and take off his dirty, cum covered shirt when he was stopped by Craig who grabbed his hands and pulled them up and over his own shoulders so that they ended up closer together.
"You remembered, didn't you?" Clyde's eyes finally met Craig's. He nodded.
"But only just now." Clyde whispered. "I didn't before, I-." And then it hit him like a train: had he just made Craig cheat on Tweek? He jerked away from Craig and looked at him.
"Oh, God! What about-." He stuttered. Craig just looked at him. "What about Tweek?"
"Why do you keep talking about Tweek?" Craig frowned, caressing his shoulders with his hands.
"Because I saw you guys! Because you guys are, are dating." Clyde tried to back up once again.
"I'm not dating Tweek." Craig frowned, grip tightening on his shoulders. "I was comforting him that night."
Clyde frowned in concentration, that night coming back to him. He had seen them cuddle, but never really kiss. But what the hell had that move even been that Craig had made then? Just comfort?
"Really. He wanted to ask out Annie but was freaking out." Craig added.
"Really, Clyde." Craig sighed, rubbing his shoulders and pulling him closer. "There's nothing between me and Tweek. I don't like blondes." He smirked. "Want me to show you again how much I want you?" Clyde grinned, blushing madly. But his grin faltered when he remembered the last days.
"But then, why did you ignore me all this time?"
Craig sighed.
"I thought you were messing with me back then." Clyde stared.
"What?"
"I thought you just wanted to have some fun with me."
"Why would I do that?" Clyde was offended. Craig merely raised his eyebrows at him.
"No offense, but you always flirt with me. I thought you were just taking it a bit too far in your drunk state."
Clyde gaped. "What?!"
"You know you can be a bit of a retard and an asshole when you drink." Craig explained. Clyde shrugged, it was true.
"Yeah, maybe. But then why just now..?"
"I didn't think you would dare to mess with me when you were sober." A sly grin spread across Craig's face. "Besides, I couldn't control myself any longer. And before I was scared you had me figured out and was just trying to make me look like a fool."
"What?! I would never do that! Not even when drunk."
"Yeah, that's what Kenny told me as well. But then I thought you may have been jealous of my friendship Tweek and had tried to get that message across in a weird way. I didn't dare to believe it was something else."
"Oh, damn. Craig, really I- I-." Clyde started, but Craig interrupted him.
"Also, by then I was too afraid I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself if I would see you again."
"I'm glad you couldn't." Clyde smiled.
"Likewise." Craig smiled, pulling Clyde in for a soft kiss.
"Sooooo...you were afraid I had figured out what exactly?" Clyde couldn't stop grinning as he caressed Craig's shoulders.
"Don't make me say it." Craig warned, a slightly alarmed expression in his eyes. Clyde took it a step further.
"So, does this mean we can go to Bebe's party holding hands?" With a big shove Clyde was pushed off of Craig, landing on his back on the floor. He burst out laughing looking up at Craig. Who just grinned back.
And when Clyde caught sight of Craig's content face he felt happier than he had felt in weeks.
There's more to come. Because I love Cryde and we still have Bebe's party to come. See if Clyde can control himself now...
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