NOTE: Slight trigger warning for a quick flashback to Tweek's past trauma! It's real quick and near the end of the chapter!
A week has passed since their kiss now, and it's all Tweek has thought about. Well, until this week at least. The first heat wave of the season has hit Los Angeles and Tweek and Bebe were doing everything in their power to try and stay cool. However, it became obvious that the over one hundred degree day would reign victorious over them. Bebe closed up the shop only a few hours after they opened, posting a hand written sign on the door: "Closed due to heat". They were miserable, both blondes deciding to take measures into their own hands. Bebe had instructed Tweek to go home and change into a bathing suit, and Tweek was happy to oblige. He was then to report at Bebe's apartment, and upon his arrival, he found her on her little balcony, where she had an inflatable pool set up already.
"I like how you think." Tweek laughed, kicking his flip flops aside and taking the tank top he wore over off. Bebe grinned up at him, making room for Tweek to squeeze into the pool . It was a tight squeeze, but the water was refreshing to their hot skin.
"This is just to kill time until the boys get off work."
"Oh?" Tweek asked, rubbing some sunscreen on his arms and chest. He was a pale man, after all. He'd burn in minutes in this heat.
"On days like today, Craig opens up the hydrant outside his apartment building for the kids. Well, the kids and the kids at heart." She chuckled, sipping at her rosé. Tweek blushed a bit at the mention of Craig, biting the inside of his cheek as he smiled.
"That's sweet of him."
"What can I say? The man is a natural born caregiver."
"Um…speaking of…" Tweek breathed out, Bebe looking up at him with a raised eyebrow and a gentle smile on her face.
"That's right! You two had a date last week. On your birthday, right?" Craig and Tweek both broke and told Bebe and Clyde about their couple of dates. They didn't give them a lot of detail, but enough to satisfy their desire for information.
"Yeah! It was, um, he came over to my place and we ordered some take out. We got, uh, a little wine drunk? And, um, we painted…each other?" Everything came out as a question, but Tweek didn't care. He tried to breath normally as his mind kept flashing back to their date.
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.
"Tweek!" The blonde man jumped a bit as he heard his name, eyes wide as he stared at Bebe.
"I-sorry." He breathed out, dipping his hands in the water before dragging them down his face. Snap out of it.
"What did you do?" Bebe asked, Tweek looking at her between his fingers.
"W-What?"
"What did you two do that night?" She said slowly, swirling her rosé around the glass as she watched him with an amused smile. Swallowing hard, Tweek looked down at his lap, letting his hands fall there.
"We kissed." He admitted, closing his eyes as he kept feeling Craig's warm hands against his side. It was safe to say he was a little head over heels for the guy. Sure, they haven't kissed since (they've both been busy), but that doesn't mean Tweek hasn't stopped thinking about him.
"Well I'll be." Bebe murmured, a grin crossing her face. Tweek rolled his eyes a bit, the two of them falling into a quiet conversation. About a half an hour later, Clyde came barreling through the door, Bebe blinking as she stood up. Tweek went to follow her, but Clyde as in the door way, shirt half way undone.
"Chief let us off early today. Well, we had to. The schools were let out early so we had to go get Margot." He explained in one breath, rushing off as quickly as he showed up. Bebe knew he was running off to go get changed into his bathing suit, Craig probably already home and helping Margot do the same thing. She hummed and looked at Tweek over her shoulder, smiling at him.
"Let's go see what your boy toy is up to, Frenchie."
The joyful screams and laughter of children was easy to make out when they had gotten to Craig's block. Like Bebe said, Craig had managed to open up a fire hydrant, water gushing out onto the street. He was hesitant to get out at first, nervous to see Craig. It had been a while, considering Stan and Wendy had brought Margot to ballet that week since he had to work overtime that night, so it was safe to say he was a bit nervous. He stuck close to Bebe, swallowing hard as he could see Craig sitting next to Stan, Wendy nearby as well. There were cheap fold out chairs on the sidewalk, assuming they were for Bebe and Clyde, since everyone else sat in one as well.
"Hey Bebe!" Wendy called out, a grin on her face. Wendy and Stan knew Bebe because they often got flowers from her to brighten up their home. Stan has also gone out with Clyde and Craig for a guy's night on occasion, Wendy often hanging with Bebe those nights with Olivia. Both Bebe and Wendy were wearing bikini tops with jean shorts, the guys just wearing swim trunks. Bebe rushed over to see her friend, Clyde catching a beer that was tossed his way by Stan.
"How did you not get pulled over on the way home? You left the station the same time Craig did, right?" Stan laughed, Cllyde shrugging.
"What can I say? I'm the law." He plopped into the chair next to Craig, Tweek shifting on his feet a bit.
"Hey Tweek!" Wendy giggled, tugging him over to talk with the girls. Craig watched him with soft eyes for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips before he turned his attention forward to watch Margot. She was playing with Olivia and some of the other kids that lived in the apartment complex, a grin on her face as she and Olivia were having a water gun fight. "Glad to see you could make it!"
"Y-yeah, I, um, I'm excited also!" He breathed out, cheeks dusted a light red. He thinks it was sunburn at this point, but it was hard to tell with Craig looking like he could be in the god damn Italian mob. His skin looked darker from the sun, his hair was pushed back out of his face and wet from the fire hydrant he assumes, and there was a drop of sweat rolling down his chest that Tweek wanted to watch go all the way down. Snap the HELL out of it! Shaking his head a bit, Tweek swallowed hard as he grabbed a water from the little cooler, pressing it to his forehead. Suddenly, he realized something. Why hasn't he said anything to me? Biting his lip, he glanced back over at Craig, who had stood up to go to Margot as she called for him. "Um…this-fuck-this is an odd question…" Tweek whispered, looking down.
"What's up, Frenchie?" Bebe asked, fanning herself with the paper fan she brought. Wendy had on a sunhat, so she was pretty protected from the sun's heat.
"Do…you know why…he hasn't said anything to me?" He asked, Wendy raising an eyebrow.
"Craig?" He nodded, Wendy lowering her sunglasses to look out at the man talking with his daughter and hers. "I wouldn't take it personally."
"Does…she not know?" Bebe asked Tweek, the blonde shaking his head. The raven haired woman blinked, taking her sunglasses off.
"Are you and Craig dating?" She whispered, eyes wide. Tweek rubbed the back of his neck, moving the water bottle to press against his cheek.
"S-Sort of? We've been going on dates but…we haven't…called it anything?" Again, it came out more like a question, but Tweek needed answers, so it was okay…he thinks.
"You dog!"
"Shh!" Tweek hissed, glancing over to look at Craig. "We haven't…told many people. If word gets out I'm dating one of my student's father…who knows how people will react." He mumbled, slouching in his chair. Wendy hummed in thought, not having considered that.
"Well, like I said, I definitely wouldn't take it personally then. Craig…he has a weird way of showing affection."
"What do you mean?" Tweek asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"He's very private with affection," Bebe cut in, Wendy nodding in agreement. "Whenever he's getting to know someone in the beginning stages, he doesn't show a lot of affection. Try not to over think. He'll come over in a few. I'm sure he's probably just as nervous as you right now, to be honest. He has a tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve at times. Craig's a big softy now. Clyde told me he used to be really cold, but I think Margot changed him in that aspect." Tweek nodded at her words, looking over and blushing as Craig walked back over to sit next to Clyde and Stan again, a grin on his face as he pushed his wet hair out of his face.
"I hope you're right…" He mumbled, Bebe giving his hand a squeeze.
"I have no doubt in my mind that he adores you."
Sure enough, when Stan and Clyde went to play in the water with the girls, Tweek glanced over at Craig. Those miscolored eyes looked at him, his head nodding down slowly to the seat next to him. Excusing himself from the girls, Tweek stood and walked over to sit next to Craig, a small smile on his face.
"You look good." He said, the blonde's stomach flipping. Fuck, those are the first words you say to me? God damn.
"I, um, thanks." Tweek said back, Craig chuckling as he took a sip of his beer. The blonde started to fiddle with his fingers, holding them in his lap as he looked down.
"How has your week been?"
"Busy. Hot. So hot." He breathed out, a tired smile crossing Tweek's face. He finally looked over at Craig again, noticing the bags under his eyes. They seemed to always be there, but it was understandable: a single dad, working who knows how many hours a week, trying to stay social by playing baseball, and also tossing dating into the mix. And Tweek thought he had a busy schedule with dancing, making pieces, and working at the shop.
"That's been my week, too." Craig laughed, slouching in his chair a bit. Tweek hummed in thought, sipping at his water.
"I, um…I missed you." He admitted, looking at his feet. God, that sounds so corny. Tweek felt embarrassed for saying it, shifting in his seat a bit as he suddenly felt very nervous. Fuck I shouldn't be here. I need to go. I need to make up an excuse now to get out of-
"I missed you, too," Craig said quietly, just loud enough for Tweek to catch it. He looked at Craig with wide eyes, breath shaky as he tried to find the words he wanted to respond with. Craig could tell her was panicking, and it hurt him a bit to know this blonde man was so distraught. "Hey," He reached out, grabbing Tweek's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay." Craig assured, Tweek closing his eyes as he tried to get his breathing evened out. He nodded slowly, focusing on the gentle grip of Craig's hand to help him calm down. Once he finally feels relaxed, he opened his eyes, shooting Craig a thankful smile. Suddenly, Bebe sat across Craig's lap.
"So Wendy and I were talking."
"That's dangerous." Craig teased, Bebe tugging on his hair gently.
"We want to go to a club this weekend."
"As in, like, a disco club?" Tweek asked, melting under the gentle touch of Craig's thumb running over his knuckles. (Or was he melting from the heat? He wasn't sure, to be honest).
"Sort of? We know of this place called Juniper that's supposed to be a cool club. They have themes every Saturday and this weekend is seventies. All seventies music, seventies fashion, and what better way to beat the heat than to get drunk at a club?!" She said enthusiastically, looking between both men. Tweek thought a moment, his head nodding slowly.
"Okay…I-sure, I'm down."
"I knew you'd go, Frenchie! What about you, Craig?"
"You're lucky my parents are due to come into town this weekend. They can watch the princess for a night." He chuckled, Tweek's heart dropping into his stomach. His PARENTS?! Fuck! Am I gonna have to meet his PARENTS already?! I don't even know if we're officially together or not!
"Great! I hope to see them, I miss Laura and Thomas. I'll tell the guys! Text Token and Jimmy!" Bebe instructed Craig, rushing off to talk to her husband and Stan. Tweek swallowed hard, watching as Craig pulled his phone out to send a text to Token and Jimmy. Well shit.
Saturday arrived faster than Tweek expected. Well, of course it did. You're nervous for today, so of course every day before it is going to fly by while today will drag on. He wasn't sure what to wear, spending the entire evening trying to decide on an outfit. He had gotten off work at five and they were all meeting up at Stan and Wendy's apartment to walk over to the club around eight. They lived in an apartment complex downtown, so they weren't far from a lot of hip, new locations. Finally, after nearly two hours of trying to figure out his outfit (he spent an hour researching seventies attire to see if he could even make an outfit out of what he had), he finally figured something out. He decided to go with a red and white pinstriped jumpsuit he had, never really knowing when to wear it, and turns out jumpsuits were popular in the seventies. He paired it with knee high black boots, laces running up the front. Tweek opted to take the bus to Stan and Wendy's apartment, finding it difficult to ignore the stares of the people around him. He felt so out of place, but part of him couldn't wait to see what Craig was wearing. I know he has some interesting shirts, after all. That blue Hawaiian shirt was a huge indicator. Walking three blocks after getting off the bus, he felt nervous suddenly as he approached the building. Oh fuck, they're only waiting on me, aren't they?! As he entered the building, they were, in fact, waiting on him, but he froze when he saw Craig, his heart stuck in his throat.
The red and black striped shirt that resembled a bowling shirt hung from his frame loosely, most of his chest exposed. He wore black slacks and black loafers, a gold chain sitting around his neck that stuck out against his olive skin. Tweek noticed, as he got closer, that he also had a cross hanging from a gold chain as well, the pendant settling between his pecs. Craig glanced over, blinking as Tweek slowly approached.
"Holy shit, Tweek!" Wendy gasped, Bebe gasping next to her as well.
"You went all out!" Bebe grinned, rushing over to give him a hug. Tweek blushed a bit, smiling as he tucked a loose curl behind his ear.
"You, um, you like it?" He asked, Bebe opening her mouth to speak.
"Yeah," It was Craig, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked Tweek up and down. "You look hot." He said nonchalantly, Tweek gawking a bit before he turned his head to hide his grin. Bebe could see it, her heart full for her two friends. Why she didn't think to set them up before is insane to her, but they found each other on their own.
And that felt right to her.
They all made their way to the club, the group consisting of Clyde, Bebe, Wendy, Stan, Token, Jimmy, Craig, and Tweek. Craig and Tweek were closer to the back of the group, hands brushing together as they walked.
"I, uh, didn't know you were religious." Tweek teased, motioning to the cross hanging from Craig's neck. The taller man snickered, grabbing the pendant.
"I'm not, really. I was raised Roman Catholic, but I haven't gone to church since I was sixteen. It was for my grandfather's funeral. This was his cross, ironically from the seventies, so it felt…right."
"It felt right wearing your dead grandfather's cross to a club?" Tweek asked, eyebrow raised. Craig hummed as he considered the sentence, chuckling softly.
"Touché." He laughed, hand resting on Tweek's lower back as they entered the club. The guiding touch was calming, the nerves Tweek was feeling melting away as they waked to the bar. The club's air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and, oddly enough, sex. Glancing around, Tweek noticed all the couples dancing closely on the dance floor, some even sneaking off to a back room hidden behind a curtain of beads. Huh. That's probably the sex smell. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Clyde, who ducked down by Tweek's ear.
"What's your poison, twinkle toes?!"
"Vodka cranberry!" He shouted over the music, Clyde ordering for him. He thanked him as he passed the drink over a few minutes later, a hum escaping his lips as he sipped at the drink. Definitely need to switch to a stronger drink in a bit. Tweek wanted to get drunk. It's been so long since he was properly drunk, and tonight seemed like a good as reason as any to get drunk.
Craig had the same mindset, knowing that he could get drunk tonight for the first time in ages. Margot was staying with his parents at their hotel room, the little girl calling it an adventure for her and her grandparents. They all started out drinking and dancing together, but the girls and Tweek eventually drifted off and danced to the music while the guys stuck to standing to the side and drinking. As Craig lit up a cigarette (he saw other people smoking, so he figured he could, too), Token leaned against the wall besides him, leaning in close.
"So how far have you gone with this guy?" He asked, trying to get caught up. It's been a while since he's been informed about the guy Craig's currently infatuated with. Exhaling slowly, Craig looks over at Token.
"Only kissing. We've only gone on three dates."
"You fucked the last guy after the first date." Token laughed, sipping at his drink. Yeah, but that guy wasn't a virgin and the nicest person I've ever met.
"He's…not like the other guys, man." Craig said, taking a sip at his whiskey sour. Token glanced at the blonde on the dance floor with the girls, a grin on his face as he sang along to the song playing.
"How so?"
"Well, for starters, Margot took to him instantly. That's the most important test in my books."
"As it should be."
"And he just…makes me feel…good? I feel like he doesn't judge me for being…I don't know, out of practice? He's been out of the dating scene for a while, too, so it just-"
"Worked out perfectly." Token finished, Craig sighing a bit as he nodded.
"Yeah," He looked out at the dance floor, seeing those familiar blonde curls bounce around to the beat of the music. "That's it."
Oh god.
Oh god I'm so drunk.
This is-fuck-this is so good. I've missed being drunk.
A giggle escaped Tweek's lips as he grabbed Bebe, tugging her to his chest. She was comfortably drunk as well, the blonde letting out a laugh.
"I love you, Tweek!"
"What?! Oh-oh my god, I love you, too!" He giggled, Wendy gasping as she wiggled her way into Tweek's embrace.
"Hey! What-hey, what about me?!"
"We love you, too!" The blondes said at the same time, trying to press a sloppy kiss to Wendy's lips at the same time. The incident made them burst out laughing, Bebe glancing over her shoulder to where the guys were still standing.
"Whata bunchov party poopers!" She slurred, Wendy glaring at the guys.
"Yeah! Watch th's!" She giggled, stumbling over to the guys. She grabbed Stan's wrist, the raven haired man grinning lazily as he followed his wife out onto the dance floor. Bebe and Tweek watched as Wendy pressed her hips to his, arms around his neck as she started grinding against him.
"It's like magic." Bebe whispered, Tweek nodding.
"Do-I wanna do that." Tweek breathed out, Bebe grinning slowly.
"Let's-let's dance and see if s'we can get the boys out here." Bebe giggled, tugging Tweek closer by his belt loops. This sent Tweek into a fit of giggles, leaning his forehead against Bebe's as they started to dance in a similar manner as Wendy and Stan. There was definitely nothing sexual happening between them, but it looked sexual, and that was the goal. Letting his eyes drift over to the guys, Tweek's breath caught in his throat as he saw the intense gaze Craig was giving him. His drink hung from his fingers as he gripped the rim, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he watched Tweek with the darkest eyes.
"Bebe." Tweek managed to choke out, Bebe looking over at the guys as well. She bit her lip as her husband gave her the same intense look next to Craig. The two blondes smirked at their respective man, Bebe breaking away to go get Clyde and drag him onto the dance floor. However, Tweek didn't have that confidence, so he continued to dance by himself. Afterall, it's what he does for a living.
People everywhere
A sense of expectation hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark
Tweek didn't think the ABBA song could seem so sexual, but now, with his eyes firmly locked with Craig's across the room, it definitely seems sexual. Downing the last of his drink and putting his cigarette out, Craig slides his glass onto the table that was near them, slowly making his way out to Tweek.
Looking mighty proud
I see you leave your table, pushing through the crowd
I'm really glad you came, you know the rules, you know the game
Craig said nothing as he loomed over Tweek, arms wrapping tightly around his waist as he pressed their hips together. No. Do something different. Turning in Craig's arms, Tweek leaned against his chest as he pressed his ass against Craig's crotch, his head spinning from the noise Craig made. It was somewhere between a moan and a growl, but whatever it was, it made Tweek dizzy for more.
Voulez-vous
Take it now or leave it
Now it's all we get
Nothing promised, no regrets
The music combined with the presence of Craig behind him left Tweek breathless, his arms snaking around Craig's neck behind him. His eyes closed as he tilted his head back against the taller man's shoulder, reveling in the sensation of feeling his fingertips dig into his hips. Tilting his head to the side, Tweek placed light kisses to Craig's neck, the alcohol clearly fueling his confidence. Doesn't matter. You're making his man make these noises in public. Mental high five. He opens his eyes after some time, gasping slightly as he felt Craig's hands travel upwards over his chest, a blush crawling over his already rosy cheeks as he felt the outline of his erection. God, I'm so good. Tweek noticed that Wendy, Stan, Clyde, and Bebe were nowhere in sight, his eyes darting over to that back room that's hidden by the curtain of beads. Imagination getting the best of him, Tweek bites down on Craig's neck as he turns in his arms, enjoying the gasp coming from him.
"Shit." Craig gasped out, Tweek shivering at how low his voice was from smoking and drinking.
"I s'wanna go to-to that room." He slurred, fingers running up into Craig's hair. It was hard to say no to Tweek when he was doing such a good job at making Craig feel like a king. Giving the blonde's hips a squeeze, he leaned down, letting out a shaky, yet needy, breath out besides his ear.
"Lead the way, kid." He breathed out, Tweek whimpering softly as he grabbed his hand. Leading them the best he could through the crowd, Tweek pushes his way into the hidden room, a single red light being the only source of light for the entire room. It was…sexy, in an odd way. Sure, it was weird walking past half-naked, making out couples, but it only fueled
Tweek's own desires. So, this is the sex smell. He's sure some guys were getting jerked or blown somewhere in this room, but he didn't care. Well, he sort of did, but not really. Not now! Not with Craig ready to jump his bones. Jump my bones? My god, that's so aggressive. Get in…my pants? Sure? I guess? Settling on a couch that was against the back wall, Tweek looked up at Craig with a mischievous grin.
"Do you like me?" He asked suddenly, Craig smirking a bit as he nudged his legs open to stand between them.
"What makes you ask that?"
"You-the other day. Water day. You weren't…very s'affectionate." He mumbled, lulling his head back to lean against the back cushion. Craig took the chance to press his lips to his neck, sucking at the exposed skin. Tweek whined under him, fingers tugging at his half unbuttoned shirt. He felt the delicate fingers of the blonde start working at his shirt, humming when he fanned it open.
"I really like you, Tweek." Craig murmured against his skin, standing up fully to take his shirt off. He watched as Tweek let out a shaky breath, fingers reaching out to run over his abs and chest gently.
"Prove it." He urged, Craig looking at him through hooded eyes. Fuck. Resting one hand on the back of the couch, he leaned down and caught the soft lips of the dancer in front of him, sighing into the kiss. He's craved Tweek's affection for over a week now, ever since their last encounter. Titling his head, he licked slowly at Tweek's bottom lip, sighing when his partner parted his lips for him. Before he dived in, however, Craig pulled away to look at Tweek, pushing him down onto the couch. It definitely caught the blonde off guard, a flash of panic crossing his face.
"It's okay, Tweek." Craig assured, slowly settling on top of him after he saw him calm down.
"'m-m sorry. It's, uh, the, um, it's the forcefulness." He admitted, and Craig understood. He knew what the panic was from.
"Don't apologize. 'm sorry for being sudden with you." He murmured, placing light kisses along his exposed collarbone. Tweek blinked at his words, eyes glancing down at the man pressed against him and kissing at his neck. Holy shit. He really does like me. He REALLY likes me. Grabbing Craig's chin, Tweek tiled his head up and, without a word, pressed their lips together to pick up where Craig left off. Letting his hands wander, Tweek slid them into the back pockets of Craig's pants, Craig humming against his lips as he pressed his hips down even more.
"M-More." Tweek demanded, wanting to try something new with Craig. They've only kissed, for crying out loud, and Tweek was going to take advantage of his liquid courage. Pulling his lips back slightly, Craig searched Tweek's face for any signs of hesitation.
"If you want more, why don't we go back to my place?"
It took Tweek about half way through their ride on the bus to realize that they were going to Craig's apartment, not his. It was exciting, yet nerve wracking, all at the same time. Craig's shirt hung open at this point, not bothering to put it on right since it would come right back off once at his place. Tweek has only seen the building from the outside, so, obviously, he looked around once inside. The elevator ride up was relatively silent, Craig's hand resting on Tweek's hip as he helped keep him upright. He was growing tired, but he was awake enough to make out more with Craig.
He'd always be awake for that.
As they entered the apartment, Tweek looked around once more, a hum escaping his lips.
"Nice." He murmured, Craig chuckling as he guided him to the bedroom.
"Thanks."
"And-and you," Tweek spun in Craig's grip, planting a finger against his chest. He didn't look up at him, staring at the chest in front of him. "You're nice." He giggled, Craig smiling as he opened the bedroom door.
"You too." He chuckled, Tweek turning and flopping onto the bed. He brought his leg to him, Craig in awe of his flexibility. Damn dancing. Tossing his boots to the side, Tweek hummed in content as he curled up in Craig's bed, looking at him with a grin.
"More?"
"Still?"
"Please?"
"You sure?"
"Maybe?"
"Tweek," Craig breathed out through a laugh, the blonde grinning at him. Shrugging his shirt off, Craig climbed into bed after kicking his shoes off and setting his shirt aside, hovering over the blonde that accompanied him tonight, "How about this…we kiss and…see where it leads to. You stop me whenever it gets to be too much or-or something you're not ready for." Criag explained, Tweek nodding slowly. Without a word, he put a hand on the back of Craig's neck, capturing his lips with his. It was just like back at the club: hips pressed together, tongues sliding in their mouths, the sound of lips smacking against one another. It was dizzying to Tweek, but he felt so good. It felt good to be under Craig. Digging his nails into Craig's shoulders, he whined as the notion caused the man above him to buck his hips forward. Craig's hands worked on getting the jumpsuit off, Tweek helping him do so. Okay. This isn't so bad. So far so good! This is good! Natasha will be so proud of me. Once in his underwear, Tweek tensed a bit as he heard the sound of Craig's belt being undone.
"Are, uh, you going to be in, um, you're undies, too?" Tweek slurred grimacing slightly. Undies? Holy fuck, you're an idiot. Craig smiled at the word, pausing as he unzipped his pants.
"Yeah. Is…that cool?" I don't know, is it, Tweek? Thinking quickly, Tweek swallowed the nerves in his throat as he nodded. He watched as Craig took his pants off, Tweek's eyes widening slightly as the motion caused his underwear to be tugged down slightly as well. Oh my god oh my god oh my GOD was that his DICK?! Glancing to the side to try and calm himself, Tweek gripped at Craig's biceps, letting out a moan as he felt their hips connect again. Okay. This isn't so scary. This isn't so bad! In fact, it feels pretty go-
"Oh!" The blonde gasped, leg kicking under him as Craig rolled his hips slowly.
"Are you okay?"
"I-I-ngh-yeah!" Tweek choked out, swallowing hard as he buried his face into the shoulder of the man above him. Craig chuckled a bit, pressing a light kiss to Tweek's cheek.
"Talk to me, baby." He urged, continuing to roll his hips. Oh, well that's a nice pet name. Tweek found he couldn't talk, not right this moment, with Craig using black magic on him with his fucking hips. His mouth moved to form words, but he couldn't get any out, loud whines escaping his mouth instead. The sounds fueled Craig even more, his eyes fluttering shut as he let himself get lost in the moment. It was going so well, felt so good. Tweek was smiling to himself as he even let his hips move along with Craig's. As he was finally letting himself relax, a memory made its way into his head.
"I wonder what you sound like when you cum."
"You won't find out, you fucking freak!"
"Will you quit your yelling?! You're going to let someone know we're here!"
"That's the POINT!"
"God, you're so mouthy! Since you can't keep quiet, let's see if a cock in the mouth will shut you up."
Eyes flying open, Tweek gasped as he suddenly shoved Craig back.
"S-Stop!" He cried out, Craig blinking as he noticed the tears in his eyes.
"Hey-hey, it's okay." He assured, moving off of Tweek and lying next to him. …Fuck. He was embarrassed. So embarrassed. Turning his head away, Tweek sniffled as he curled in on himself, letting out a sob.
"Fuck, 'm-m so sorry."
"Tweek, no, don't apologize," Craig cooed, spooning him from behind. Bringing the blankets up around them, Craig hummed as he nuzzled his nose into the blonde hair in front of him, closing his eyes. He was still so drunk, but his paternal instincts were kicking in, "This is something we can s'work on together." He whisperd, thumb running over Tweek's wrist gently. The blonde sniffled, wiping at his cheeks.
"You don't have to do that."
"I know. I s'want to." Craig slurred, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. The room fell silent, the air heavy around them as they laid there. Finally, after a good few minutes, Tweek swallowed hard.
"You'd…do that?"
"Mhm. Like I said," He paused to yawn, tugging Tweek a little closer to him afterwards. "I really like you, Tweek." It was hard to make out what he said, but Tweek heard him. He let the gentle feeling of Craig's chest rising and falling against his back lull him to sleep.
For you see, it was the first time ever that Tweek had a flashback and didn't feel scared to fall asleep that night.
NOTE: Yee haw a big ol chapter of random feels!
I've had this chapter planned out for a good week now, I just haven't had the energy to write it, whoops!
Sorry for any mistakes, I'm a sleeply girl and don't feel like editing tonight!
Hope you enjoyed, and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!
Song:
Voulez-Vous-ABBA
