"Wait, he didn't tell you about the game tonight?" Bebe asked, the two blondes currently sitting and forming bouquets on a hot Wednesday afternoon. Tweek shook his head, lips pursed as he focused.
"No." He kept it at that, because he didn't have an explanation for why Craig didn't mention he had a baseball game. Sure, he had mentioned that he played on his first date with the police department's team, so this wasn't news to Tweek. Maybe Craig thought Tweek wasn't interested? If he was being honest, it wasn't a bad thought to have, because Tweek really didn't care for sports.
"You should come! Clyde's the announcer since he hates running."
"He…he's a cop? Isn't that-that, like, a requirement?"
"I mean, yeah, but he doesn't like running when he doesn't have to." Bebe snickered, Tweek smiling a bit at that.
"I don't know…"
"Oh come on! It'll be so fun! Don't you want to see him in those tight baseball pants?!" She teased, Tweek's attention suddenly fully on her.
"Tight…baseball pants?" He asked, eyes slightly wide.
"Have you…never seen the wonders that are baseball pants?" Bebe said slowly, Tweek shaking his head. Bebe gasped (dramatically, Tweek might add), grabbing the store's iPad and typing on it frantically. She passed it over to Tweek, urging him to scroll through the images. The blonde blinked as he did, swallowing as he realized that baseball pants are very form fitting.
"Oh." He breathed out, Bebe biting her lip.
"And you know how Craig as a bit of a bubble butt."
"Bebe!" Tweek choked out, face flushing a dark red.
"I'm just saying! I think you'd have a lot of fun. Margot always sits with me and she's such a joy." She explained, Tweek biting on his finger nail. It would be nice to get to sit with Margot so she can get to know me more…
"Alright." He said, Bebe raising an eyebrow.
"Alright, what, you'll come?" She asked, eyes lighting up a bit. Tweek's gaze darted down to the iPad once more, humming.
"Yeah, I'll come."
Tweek, despite Bebe's baseball lesson that afternoon, still knew nothing about baseball. All he knew was that he was just excited to see Craig in baseball pants. As he showed up to the baseball field Bebe told him to go to, Tweek couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety about the situation. He wasn't invited by Craig, he was invited by Bebe. What if Craig didn't want him here for a reason? What if he's been seeing someone else and invited them? What if-
"Tweek!" The blonde was snapped out of his daze when he heard Bebe call his name, waving at him from her spot on the bleachers. Tweek couldn't help but smile as he same Margot, the little girl in a baseball jersey, shorts, and a baseball cap that was too big for her head. The jersey ate her up, the fabric falling to her knees as she stood and rushed down to meet Tweek.
"Mr. Tweek, you're here!" She giggled, tossing her arms around his legs. Tweek smiled a little more when he saw the name Tucker sprawled across the back with the number thirteen below it, the blonde assuming that was her father's number.
"I am! You look so cute, Margot." He said, the little girl giggling.
"Oh! Thank you!" She said, reaching up and taking ahold of his hand. "Come on! Come sit! Daddy will be so surprised when he sees you!" She explained, leading Tweek back to where Bebe and her were sitting. She adjusted her hat a few times, the brim falling into her line of vision at times. Margot sat next to Bebe so she was between the two blondes, holding onto Tweek's hand even after he sat. Bebe noticed, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Margot doesn't usually accept people this quickly into her life, especially someone into her dad's life. They always say kids see somethings that adults always don't, and maybe that's true now. Maybe Margot sees just how good Tweek is for her dad.
"You look cute, Tweek." Bebe purred, the man looking down at his outfit with a breathless laugh. A red and white striped t-shirt, overalls (as per usual) that were cut to be shorts, and high top red Converse.
"I, um, wasn't sure what to wear to a baseball game." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
"You look great!" Margot said, the encouragement from her making Tweek smile. Finally turning his attention forward, Tweek tried not to gawk as he watched all the men walk out to their positions for the first inning. That's what they called each…round…right? Yeah…innings. Tweek blinked when he saw Craig, heart hammering against his chest. The pants that had a solid line running down the side did absolute wonders for him, his tattoo sleeve standing out due to the navy blue jersey. The white pants made his long legs look as if they went on for miles, and Tweek swore his heart beat right out of his chest when Craig looked over in their direction. He smirked a bit, giving a slight wave to the three of them, Tweek barely registering that he should wave back. He looked at Bebe, swallowing the nerves in his throat.
"What, uh, what position did you say he played again?" He asked, Bebe humming as she fanned herself with a paper fan.
"Short stop. He basically is the middle man for third and second base. They put him there because he can get to either base in two steps if they need him at either one." She explained, Tweek nodding slowly. Margot looked up at Tweek, smiling.
"Do you-do you like baseball, Mr. Tweek?"
"I, uh, just learned the basics of it this afternoon with Aunt Bebe." He admitted, Margot humming.
"That's okay! I can teach you!" She said, leaning against him more. Tweek swallowed hard nodding. As the game got started, Tweek listened to the words of the little girl next to him, his breath catching every time Craig did anything on the field. They seemed to get three outs pretty quickly, Margot explaining to the best of her ability each position. Oh god they're batting now. Tweek's ears were ringing, the blonde unsure if it was from the heat or his nerves. He barely registered Clyde's voice over the speaker of the field, forgetting that Bebe had mentioned he was the announcer for the games.
"Alright, so we got Mr. Lean and Mean up to bat now, number 21, Vince Jenkins." The batter, Vince, laughed at Clyde's nickname for him, Tweek biting his lip as he watched him. The pattern continued: Clyde giving each batter a name, the batter laughing, and then the batter either struck out, walked, or hit the ball.
"I think my daddy is next." Margot whispered up at Tweek, Bebe rubbing some sunscreen on her freckled cheeks. Tweek hummed a bit, glancing down at the dugout to see that white number 13 sticking out to him. He felt his face heat up when Craig looked over as shoulder at them, the man smirking before closing his blue eye. Wait, he winked at me? Oh my fucking god. Tweek ducked his head down to hide his smile, missing the quick dart of Craig's tongue over his lips. As the batter before Craig took his base, the blonde looked at the field: a man on third and first, two outs. Okay, you're getting it. He was ripped from his thoughts as Clyde spoke again.
"Now coming up to bat is number thirteen, Rasputin, or simply, Craig Tucker." Clyde laughed into the PA system, Craig looking up at the booth Clyde was in.
"Rasputin?!" He called out between a laugh, Clyde speaking into the PA system.
"The man was six foot four, Craig, you're practically twins." The entire team broke out into laughter, Tweek grinning slowly as he heard them sing out.
"Ra ra Rasputin
Love of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on"
Bebe reached over Margot to grip at Tweek's shoulder, the woman laughing hysterically at the team in the dugout singing and dancing around. Tweek looked up to see Clyde hang out the side of his booth, a grin on his face as he held onto his little microphone and looked down at Craig.
"Let's play some ball, Rasputin!" He laughed, Craig rolling his eyes with a grin. The other team even seemed amused, the men snickering as they all turned their attention back to the game. One pitch. Then another. Then another. Soon, it was full count on Craig, Tweek's stomach in knots. Why are you so nervous? You're not the one out on that field and- Tweek jumped back into reality as he heard the crack of a bat on the ball, blinking at how quickly Craig was able to carry himself to first base, rounding to second. He slid to the base, the man biting down on his tongue as he grinned and stood up. Margot was cheering as she rushed down the bleachers, linking her fingers through the chain link fence.
"You did it daddy, you did it!" She screamed out, jumping up and down. Craig grinned at his daughter, letting out a breathless laugh. Adjusting his helmet, he blew her a quick kiss, Margot jumping up and pretending to catch it. She stood down at the fence until Craig had made it safely back into the dugout.
The game carried on for a while more, Tweek suddenly realizing that it was the bottom of the last inning and they were all tied up with one out. They only needed one more point and they would win! Tweek wasn't sure what winning entailed, but he would be excited no matter what. His eyes were focused on first base, Craig positioned there and waiting for the batter to do something. The raven haired man took off as soon as he heard the crack of the bat, the ball soaring out into center field. It was caught by the center fielder, but Craig didn't stop, rushing past second to third and quickly turning to head to home plate. However, the center fielder was able to throw the ball to the pitcher, who quickly threw it to the catcher. Craig cursed under his breath, quickly changing his direction to get back to third base. The catcher threw it to the third baseman, Craig grunting as he quickly changed his direction again. Fuckfuckfuck.
"I don't believe it! Rasputin, you're in a suicide!" Clyde laughed into the PA system, Craig's eyes darting between the third baseman and the catcher. The third baseman threw it to the catcher as Craig rushed forward a bit, the man taking a few steps backwards. As soon as the catcher threw it to the third baseman, Craig ran as fast as he could past the catcher, the third baseman throwing the ball to the pitcher who was waiting at the plate for such an occasion. Craig dropped down, sliding in under the pitcher and letting out a sigh of relief as the he heard the ump call out that he was safe. Tweek grinned as he bit his lip, Craig tearing his helmet off as he walked back to the dugout where his cheering teammates were waiting.
They had won, and Craig's eyes were fixated on the blonde holding his cheering daughter the entire time his team surrounded him.
Are you still good to watch Margot overnight?
Overnight, huh? I don't remember this being a part of the deal, Craig
I literally mentioned it to you after the game, Clyde.
You know this is an important date for me.
What, you planning to get laid?
;)
No Clyde
No no
You're a bad liar
You always have been
…
That's a lie, you're an amazing liar
Can you watch Margot overnight, or not, dude?
I have some things I gotta do before tonight.
Ya man, it's all good.
Do me a favor?
What?
Take care of Tweek, yeah?
That's the plan.
They agreed on Craig coming over at six thirty so that way they could have a late dinner and relax afterwards. Tweek had already ordered their food so that by the time Craig got here, it was either here or almost at Tweek's place. A gentle knock came from the door a few minutes after six thirty, Tweek's stomach flipping. I guess Craig's first. Padding over to the door, Tweek pulled it open, biting back a smile. Craig looked handsome (like always), wearing jeans and a simple maroon polo. It was so form fitting, however, Tweek following the gentle curve of his waist.
"Happy birthday." Craig murmured, Tweek blushing a bit. That's right.
"Thanks, Craig." He murmured back, Tweek having really forgotten that it was his birthday. Bebe and his parents had called him, but he didn't have many friends yet, so it's been a quiet day. He honestly was more excited for his date than his birthday. He blinked as Craig held out a bottle of wine, the man clearing his throat.
"I, uh, figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and give you your gift while also supplying the alcohol for tonight." Craig admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Tweek rocked on the balls of his feet, a soft giggle escaping his lips as he examined the red wine.
"Clever," He giggled, turning to head to the kitchen. "Thank you!" Craig shut the door behind him, a smile on his face as he slowly walked over to the couch.
"Yeah, um, you're welcome!" The raven haired man called back, Tweek emerging a moment later with two glasses of wine. Sitting next to Craig, he passed a glass over to him before tilting his out slightly.
"To a, ah, successful third date?" He said slowly, Craig chuckling, clinking his glass lightly against Tweek's.
"And to your birthday."
"Y-yeah, that, too," Tweek breathed out, taking a sip of the wine. He blushed as his stomach growled, looking down at his lap as he tried not to blush. "Sorry, I'm hungry."
"Hi hungry, I'm dad." Tweek blinked as he heard the words leave Craig's lips, looking up at him. He looked just as horrified, eyes wide as he looked at Tweek.
"You…you just did-"
"Yeah, I'm aware." Craig said, wincing as his voice broke a bit at the end of his sentence.
"It's…cute." Tweek admitted, Craig blinking as he looked over at the man across from him on the couch.
"You're cute." He breathed out, swallowing the lump of nerves in his throat. Any nerves Craig had melted instantly as Tweek smiled, head ducking down as he laughed a bit. They talked quietly until their food came, continuing their conversation as they ate. However, after dinner and their third glass of wine, Tweek looked at Craig, head starting to get fuzzy from alcohol.
"You said in your letter you wanted to paint." He said, leaning his head against the coffee table. His legs were crossed as he sat on the floor, head in his arms that were resting on the coffee table. Craig nodded, leaning his head back onto the couch as he leaned against it on the floor.
"I do. I wanna paint." He mumbled, Tweek giggling as he stood up.
"We can paint!" The blonde exclaimed, Craig gasping a bit.
"Wait, I have-I have a question." He slurred, the wine clearly getting to Craig now, too.
"Yeah?" Tweek asked, Craig humming as he thought of what he wanted to say next.
"You-have you ever combined painting and dancing? Like-like you dip your feet in paint and the dance on a canvas?" Craig said, Tweek's eyes widening slightly.
"That-that's a great idea!" He gasped, rushing over to a canvas. Tweek laid a tarp down on the ground, placing the canvas on top of it. He looked at his paint and grabbed the orange and blue, giggling as he sat down on the tarp. Craig slowly made his way over to join him, sitting on the white tarp just to watch. "Here! Help me paint my feet." Tweek passed him a brush, Craig blinking as he nodded. Tweek squirted a glob of each color onto his foot, Craig opting to spread the blue paint over his foot while Tweek spread the orange on his other. Trying to ignoring the laughter coming from the blonde that was no doubt being caused by the paint brush, Craig focused on coating his foot in blue paint. When the artist felt satisfied with the paint covering his feet, he stood up and carefully got on the canvas, making sure it would hold his weight.
"What dance you gonna do?" Craig asked, laying on his back now on the floor. Tweek thought a moment, a smile crossing his face.
"My-my happy dance." He breathed out, legs slowly moving. Each movement was delicate, the blonde making sure he didn't rip the canvas by accident. Craig watched in awe as the blue and orange slowly morphed together, the pattern so unique and fun as foot prints and lines crossed the canvas.
"Your happy dance is pretty." Craig admitted, Tweek pointing to the paints.
"Pour some on the canvas so I can spread it." He instructed, Craig nodding as he did so. Tweek watched him, the blonde dipping his toes in the paint before going up on them and walking across the canvas. Craig let out a soft laugh, lying on his stomach on the tarp now.
"You're so pretty."
"Thanks! The blue and orange are complimentary colors, so-"
"No-no I said you. You're so pretty." Craig repeated, Tweek stopping his movements and looking at the man on the tarp. Swallowing hard, he bit his lip.
"Take your shirt off?" He whispered, Craig blinking.
"What?"
"You wanted to paint, right?" Craig nodded. "Why don't…we paint each other?" Tweek said slowly face a bright red. Craig swallowed hard, but found himself nodding. Silently, he tugged his shirt over his head, the man near him letting out a shaky breath. "Okay, uh, gimme-hold on," He mumbled, leaning over to his box of paints and tugging it near the tarp. Setting the canvas aside to dry, Tweek pointed to a spot on the tarp, Craig moving there and lying on his stomach. "Do you mind, um, do you mind if I, uh, if I sit on…"
"My ass?" Craig chuckled, Tweek letting out an embarrassed squeak.
"I-I mean…yeah?"
"I don't care." He laughed, closing his eyes as he felt the weight of the blonde settling on him. His legs were on either side of him, knees resting on the ground as he started to pour some paints in a pallet.
"So, um, have you ever painted before?" Tweek asked, brush dragging across Craig's shoulders. The man beneath him shivered, the sight more intoxicating than the wine.
"In high school. I had to take an art class. I think I mentioned before I failed because I didn't show up and didn't care." He mumbled, eyes closing as he relaxed under the bristles of the brush. Tweek smiled a bit, humming.
"Yeah, you did mention that." He responded, hand continuing to move the brush over his back. Tweek took the time to memorize each curve of the muscles in Craig's back, wishing it was his hands running over the curves and not the brush.
"Margot enjoys art class."
"Yeah?"
"She's definitely a lot more artistic than I am." Tweek bit his lip, pausing a moment.
"Was…was her mother…artistic?" He asked, hating how Craig tensed under him. Way to fucking go, Tweek, you ruined your date.
"…not really. Sort of? She was when I first met her, I think." Craig said slowly, his muscles relaxing as he spoke. Tweek pursed his lips.
"When did you meet her, if you don't mind me asking?"
"High school. I worked as a mechanic at the time and she had come in to get her car fixed up. It had broken down a few blocks away. She had to stay and wait for me to fix it because her parents were out of town."
"So you were high school sweethearts?"
"…kind of? We didn't start dating until freshman or sophomore year of college. We hooked up one night while drunk but…it was one of those things I didn't regret." He said, a small smile tugging at Craig's lips as he reminisced.
"That's really sweet." Tweek said with a small smile, stroking the brush over his spine.
"Ellie was fantastic…well, at first. She quickly derailed near the end of college. Her drinking was out of control, her marijuana use as well, but…I tried convincing myself so many things at that time. I tried to convince myself I still loved her, that I was straight, that she was the one I wanted to be with…but I'm glad I finally convinced myself to leave her."
"How did…how did Margot come along?"
"It was…a drunken night again," Tweek paused as Craig inhaled deeply and let out a deep sigh. "I still don't remember exactly, but if the math is correct, it was around her birthday that Margot was conceived. I think in the drunken haze, I just…forgot to grab a condom. She showed up about a month after I had moved out and broken up with her saying she was pregnant. I was…angry at first. I had this entire life plan going and it seemed like a kid would ruin it but…God, I was an idiot." Craig chuckled, Tweek humming.
"And…Ellie just…left?"
"She dropped Margot off one weekend when she was almost a year old, maybe ten months. We had joint custody, but she…dropped her off, said her goodbyes and…never returned. I couldn't get in contact with her. She had moved and changed her numbers. I don't know how long she had planned on doing that…but I'm still thankful she left Margot with me. I don't know-" Craig cut himself off, jaw tightening. Tweek frowned, watching Craig's eyes open up and look sadly at the tarp. "I don't know if Margot would've survived with her. Ellie is super self-destructive and has a lot of drug and alcohol issues…" He said slowly, looking back at Tweek. The blonde couldn't stop himself, reaching out to push the hair off of Craig's forehead.
"But that didn't happen. You raised her. You're a good dad, Craig. You're an incredible man." He whispered, Craig's lips twitching upwards slightly.
"Can I paint you now?" He whispered, Tweek chuckling as he nodded. Slowly, he took his shirt off, switching places with Craig. Tweek didn't see it, but Craig couldn't stop staring at the way Tweek's back moved, the blonde's face so gentle as he let his eyes close. Taking the brush from the pallet, Craig started painting random strokes, humming softly as he did. "You said you're from New York, yeah?"
"Yeah. A small town called Georgetown. It's not too far from Syracuse. Real pretty." Tweek mumbled, his heart hammering in his chest as he felt the heat coming from Craig. His legs were on either side of Tweek, his body giving off the most inviting heat. Normally, Tweek hates the heat, but he'd make an exception for this. Craig hummed, smiling as he used a lot of oranges, yellows, and reds.
"Sounds nice. You also mentioned your parents have a coffee shop?"
"Mhm. My dad has always enjoyed coffee, so he opened one in town and it's been quite successful." Tweek chuckled, Craig sighing as he sat beside Tweek.
"Okay, all done." He mumbled, Tweek sitting on his knees slowly. As he positioned himself, Tweek realized how dangerously close Craig still was to him, the combination of his cologne and the wine making him feel dizzy.
"Thanks," He whispered, swallowing hard as he looked at Craig's face. The man gave a soft smile, humming as he quietly reached out and wiped a small speck of paint off of Tweek's cheek. However, as he went to pull his hand away, the blonde grabbed it, keeping it in place. Craig blinked, face turning a light shade of pink. Swallowing all his nerves, Tweek mustered up the strength to choke out two simple words: "Kiss me." His voice was a soft plea, Craig sliding his hand slowly into the soft blonde curls.
"You…you want me to?" He breathed out, his ears ringing.
"Please." The blonde whispered, his voice breathy as he took the plunge and closed the gap between them. It was electric, Craig's lips soft against his as he let out a surprised whine. The sound sent shivers down Tweek's spine, hands gripping at Craig's shoulders as he pushed him back. Letting out a surprised yelp, Craig looked up at the man above him, chest heaving as he leaned up and connected their lips again. Tweek let out a soft whine, settling himself against Craig's chest. Everything felt so good, so right. Feeling Craig's bare chest flush against his was the most amazing feeling he could've ever asked for, but then a thought struck Tweek: he hasn't even had sex yet, and this sensation feels incredible. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a gasp escaping his lips as hands started to run up his back. Paint followed the movement of the hand, collecting along each crevice of Craig's skin. Fingers dug into his shoulder and hip, the man beneath him keeping him securely in place. Taking in a deep breath through his nose, Tweek darted his lips out, body tensing as he heard Craig let out a soft moan beneath him. Have I died? Is this what heaven is like? But something suddenly snapped Tweek back down to reality, something reminding him that he is very much alive.
"S-Sorry." Craig choked out, leaning his forehead against Tweek's as he tried to catch his breath and calm himself down. Tweek couldn't break his gaze away from the obvious erection Craig had, the man beneath him suddenly so flustered.
"You-n-no, don't be," Tweek whispered, eyes widening slightly. "Y-You-ahh-you're so…big." He squeaked out, face a dark red. Craig swallowed hard, face just as red.
"'m-m…yeah." He whispered, Tweek's anxiety slowly melting. The fact that Craig was also nervous made him relax, the blonde leaning down again and catching his lips with his. Craig audibly sighed into the kiss, arms wrapping around the man above him. In one swift motion, Craig rolled them over, the blonde whining as the action momentarily caused their lips to break apart. Reaching his hand out to steady himself, Tweek gripped at the tarp, accidentally knocking over the pallet of paint they had been using. His fingers got coated with the colors that were there, but he didn't notice. The only two things he could focus on were Craig's lips and his dick. Tweek would be lying if he said he wasn't hard, because he was, but he just learned that everything about Craig Tucker is super-sized: his height, his muscles, his personality, his dick. There were other things to focus on than his own arousal. Craig, however, could feel it against his thigh, breath catching as Tweek's fingers dug into his back. The delicate fingers of the blonde came back up, dragging over his shoulders and down his chest. It had been so long since Craig had kissed someone, the mere contact enough to send him over the edge, honestly. However, he had self-control, and Craig was not about to ruin their high school make out session by jizzing in his pants. He ran a hand through the blonde's hair, sighing into the kiss as he let the full weight of his hips rest against Tweek's, the blonde tossing his head back as he let out a surprised shout. Craig took this chance to attach his lips to his neck, the man beneath him whining as his fingers pulled at his hair.
"Fuck." He gasped, back arching into Craig's body more as he sucked at the place his neck and shoulder met. Placing a gentle kiss to the hickey once he pulled away, Craig smiled as he brought his lips back up to Tweek's, hand running over Tweek's sides as the blonde ran his hands down Craig's back. When the south bound hands landed on his ass, Craig pulled away enough to let out a soft laugh, Tweek blushing.
"No-no, Tweek, it's okay."
"Are…are you sure?" He whispered, tugging his hands away as if a fire had spontaneously combusted on Craig's ass. The raven haired man let out a laugh, grabbing his wrists and guiding them back down, but making sure Tweek's hands were slid into his back pockets.
"Yeah. I'm sure." He breathed out, lips pressing back against Tweek's. This is so amazing. Craig's amazing. Holy FUCK, is this heaven? I'm still convinced I'm dead. Tweek parted his lips, sighing as he felt the warmth of Craig's tongue against his. Planting his right hand above Tweek's head and his left gripping at his hip, Craig pressed himself even closer, Tweek letting out a moan as he felt the entirety of Craig's erection. If I'm not dead now, I will be when this man splits me in two…wait. Tweek hasn't thought about anyone in a sexual manner since before his stalker. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he wrapped his arms tightly around Craig's chest, a smile crossing his lips.
"Craig?" He managed to get out, the older man smiling a bit as he felt Tweek smile,
"Yeah?"
"Are you staying here tonight?"
"…not gonna lie, it was kind of my plan." He admitted, Tweek laughing as he leaned his forehead against Craig's.
"Are we absolutely covered in paint?"
"Seems it." Craig laughed, his laughter sending Tweek into a fit of laughter. Taking the opportunity to breath, Craig rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he laughed along with Tweek. As they came down from their fit of laughter, Tweek glanced over at Craig, humming.
"I guess…I guess we should take turns getting showered, then." Tweek suggested, Craig nodding as he looked over at Tweek.
"Could we…I don't know, make out more…once…in bed?" He teased, his eyebrow raised slightly. Tweek laughed at the remark, but he absolutely intended on making out with Craig Tucker until the break of dawn.
"That was the plan." Tweek said, both grinning as they stood up and rushed to get cleaned up. As Tweek showered, Craig sat outside the bathroom door and talked to him, and vice versa once Craig was in the shower. As they laid in bed together that night, Craig couldn't help but feel a sense of pure happiness, a sense he hasn't felt since the night Margot was born. Tweek couldn't help but feel similarly as he ran his hands over Craig's back when they picked up where they left off.
Neither were none the wiser to the tarp on the living room floor that was covered in paint and showed the progression of their first kiss.
NOTE: Sorry for any mistakes, I literally didn't proof read I'm so sleepy.
BUT! I have had this chapter planned out since chapter one and I am SO HAPPY I finally get to share this with you! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this chapter, and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!
Song:
Rasputin-Boney M. (this song is such a bop, please listen to it)