Chapter Nine

Constellations


A/N: Smut is in this chapter, you've been warned.

It was a pleasant afternoon here in South Park. The snow hadn't fallen for two days and was beginning to melt. I could see the emerald grass poking up from the pristine surface. It was still nippy outside, certainly always jacket weather but it was a rare warm winter day to the residents here so I'd planned a perfect evening. Or so I hoped it would be.

Stripe was curled up in my lap as I'd come home from school and stripped to my boxers, basking in the sun rays streaming through my window and scrolling sheepishly through promiscuous sites I'd never thought I'd look at. Sure I'd had a lot of questionable searches in my browser history that had gathered over the years. In fact, my old man would be fairly proud of the majority of them but never had I thought I'd be asking the net how to have anal sex.

Something my dad wouldn't be ecstatic to see. Manicured men with immaculate tans and oily, toned skin populated my screen like a virus, so many intimidating penises and hairless testicles danced ungracefully around my screen like fleshy monsters. My eyes were so distracted by the endless pornographic pop ups I found it excruciatingly difficult to close the tabs quick enough.

Somehow I felt the porn would only confuse me more. None of it seemed real.

I felt a sort of twist in my gut with the niggling thought that I might be, I don't know, subconsciously using Tweek as a way to explore myself. Would that have been a bad thing? I did really like him… If I were to be with a man in that way I wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else, for any kind of way… In all honesty I felt like I was beginning to lose interest in women all together. Almost as if my strong interest in women had all been a disguise to keep people from the truth. Something was happening to me and I wasn't not sure if I liked it.

Recently I didn't tend to think of the bet I made with Cartman too much and when he handed me over the unfaithful cluster of notes it was sort of like a slap into reality. The reality being that me and Tweek were the result of a bet in which I received money to put towards a car so I could drive off into the horizon. I shouldn't get lost in the illusion I created myself. But now, the original plan seemed so… Ridiculous.

Maybe I prefered the illusion.

"Son" a deep voice rumbled throughout my room and I quickly slammed the lid of my laptop down, my heart pounding for no good reason. Stripe had been startled too and scuttled off to the far side of the room. "Dad!" I hissed "can't you knock?" He eyed me with an amused expression and raked a hand through his red curls. I flipped him off to which the gesture was then returned.

"Nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like I've been an idiot since you were fourteen" he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. He was the last person I wanted to see. I lay back against my reclining desk chair and frowned at the man, wondering what on earth he could possibly want. Probably here to ask about soccer or the like.

"What do you want?" I finally asked as I reached for an obscure hacky sack on my desk and juggled it between my hands.

"How's school been?" He asked as he took a seat on my bed. I zoomed my attention into the hacky sack and its peruvian pattern to which I remembered Tweek still had my hat.

"Pretty good. I'm getting straight As, I have a game coming up in a few weeks. I make a good tutor, too" I told him absentmindedly. He seemed pleased.

"Any girls?" He queried. I stopped bouncing the hacky sack then and stared at him with one brow raised.

"Not right now. Why is that any of your business?"

"Craig, you don't have to be so defensive" Thomas raised his voice and I let out a long sigh.I was floating around my room to get dressed and going about my day as if he wasn't here with me, being intrusive.

"Do you know Rebecca Bertha?" He questioned. As a matter of fact I did, but I knew her as Red like most other people.

"Yes, why?" I replied, rummaging through my draws for something appropriate to wear. What did people wear for a night like this? Well… obviously nothing but you know, before then.

"The family wants us over for dinner. They know your mother well and I guess they want to get to know us two as well. The reason I ask about your lady friends, son, is because well… I hear this Rebecca girl might be into you and it would be nice if you two got along, you know?" I widened my eyes at him and shrugged.

"A lot of girls are into me, dad" I told him nonchalantly and he laughed.

"Yes, I know, that's good isn't it?" He chuckled and I shrugged again.

"I guess so."

"Your mother thinks we should set you two up on a playdate."

"I'm not a child. I can set up my own dates."

"Don't bite the messenger, kid." Playdate. How ridiculous, how old did he think I was exactly?

Once again I rolled my eyes and snatched a Rolling Stones t-shirt from my draw before sliding into it. Why would my mom care if another one of her friend's daughters had a crush on me? At this point I didn't care and I wasn't at all looking forward to going round their house for dinner if this was the case, what a tedious idea.

I realized I sounded pretty selfish and perhaps a little egotistical there but I just wanted to 'get along' with Tweek, I didn't want to get along with Red or any other girl for that matter.

"I'll hang out with her, I suppose" I told him indefinitely while slipping into some jeans. He smiled fondly at me and got up to ruffle my hair and head to the door. About time.

"You're a good kid. You want to eat with us today?" He asked me, a hand ghosted over the door handle. I stared at him quizzically as I did up my belt, an eyebrow jumped to the ceiling. No high-protein crap? He wanted to eat with me? I almost couldn't believe it. Ironically he asked the only night I wouldn't be present.

"I… Yeah but I'm actually going out tonight" I gazed down at my feet "sorry."

"It's no worries, we'll just save you a plate. Where are you going?"

"Out with a friend" I half lied "can I take your truck by the way..?" I would have taken it anyway but since he asked if I wanted to eat with him I felt it was at least polite enough to ask if I could take his truck out.

"Sure, just drink responsibly" he winked at me. Somewhat insinuating that he wouldn't mind if I didn't drink responsibly. I wasn't sure at that point if I was going to drink. Maybe just a little to calm the nerves.

"Thanks" I smiled genuinely at him and he nod in response, leaving the door a crack as he departed. I scooped Stripe up into my arms and pet him, continuing to dress myself and comb through my hair which was perhaps getting a bit too long now, especially without my hat.

"You don't think Tweek will hate me if I'm rubbish do you?" I asked Stripe quietly and he twitched his nose in response. I brought the tiny creature to my face and nuzzled him, squeezing his little paws gently.

A thought crossed my mind, in fact a lot did actually, but I wondered who would take the lead between us. "Do you suppose I take the lead? Or him?" I questioned the rodent. Stripe's beady black eyes winked at me and I felt a softness spread throughout my chest at the thought of Tweek. I wouldn't mind what way it went, whether it happened or not I just couldn't wait to see him, be near him.

"I like him" I whispered into Stripe's fur "I like him a lot… Is that wrong?" There was an eerie silence throughout the room until a voice startled me and Stripe once more, both of us jumped at the sudden interruption.

"Craig." I glared at the doorway, more specifically the little girl who stood there.

Setting Stripe aside with reddened cheeks I stomped my foot on the ground. I hated being interrupted when I was in thought, especially if I was thinking aloud… Who would've wanted other people to hear confessions like that?

"What is it with this fucking family" I growled, shooting a dirty scowl at Tricia who raised her middle finger tiredly at me.

"When can I meet Tweek?" She asked me, quickly changing the subject.

"Never" I replied flatly "get out." There was a long pause before she let out a small sigh.

"You should talk to someone soon. Stripe can't answer your questions" and with that she left. It was true but the great thing about Stripe was that he wasn't judgemental.

I picked up Tweek as it started to get dark and my smile had widened a mile when he emerged from his front door, his clothes a little too big for him and my hat like a proud crown atop his head. He looked just as charming and cheerful as always.

He popped into the passenger seat and did up his belt, he was grinning up at me with sparkling mismatched eyes. He also had some chocolate pudding on the corner of his mouth, I realized.

"You look happy" I smiled.

"I think I finally mastered the menstrual cycle" he beamed.

"Is that so?"

"Yes! And… Well, I'm happy to see you." I chuckled and gazed at the top of his head fondly as he twiddled his fingers together. He looked and smelled lovely.

I tilted his chin towards me and gently wiped the pudding from his mouth with my thumb, then I wiped it on my jeans and shaking my head at him. "Nice chocolate?" I asked quietly and he nod before leaning towards me with those big doe eyes. Then we kissed. Though fleeting, it was a nice way to greet one another that night.

"Where are we going?" He asked me almost in a whisper. I leaned down again and kissed his cheek. I couldn't help it when he talked like that and looked like that, all small and blond and cute.

"I told you, I'm taking you out" I reminded him and started up the truck, a grin on my face when I watched him huff in annoyance from the corner of my eye. He fold his arms before giving in and returning the grin.

"You're lucky I'm patient" he muttered. I coyly wondered if he'd stay true to those words later.

"I'm very lucky."

We drove for a while in comfortable chatter and Tweek controlled the radio, blasting some indie tunes as he rambled about his day and scanned the scenery to try and guess where I was taking him.

There was a dirt road that was fairly secluded and would take one round Stark's pond to the base of the mountains where South Park was in full view, all the street and house lights twinkle in the distance like stars and in fact the stars were what I was taking him to see. Call me a soppy romantic but I felt like Tweek to be the sentimental type who would appreciate that. Besides, we loved space.

We parked up between a few pine trees and I helped him out. The air was a little chilly but it was an overall warm and fresh night. The town looked like an intricate electrical circuit under the navy sky, densely overpopulated with silver stars. Many places around Stark's pond, the forest and mountains were well known to me such as the riverbank I took Tweek the first time we kissed. I was fairly sure I'd explored every area of South Park while hiking or fishing with my dad as a young boy and this clearing was a beautiful star gazing point, tucked away behind rocks and trees with a serene view. If there was anything (besides Tweek) that I'd miss about South Park when I'd leave, it would be these moments where I was out looking upon my little town with mountain air in my lungs.

"We're stargazing?" Tweek asked, his arms wrapped protectively around himself.

"Yes, get in the back" I told him, patting the truck and he spared a moment to question it before clambering into the back of the truck. I reached into the front and pulled out a thick pile of blankets before I chucked them over his head.

"We're gonna stargaze for a bit and then well… We can go back to yours I guess…" my voice trailed off bashfully and I'm sure he noticed. "Sorry, I forgot the coffee" I add. He leaned his body off the side of the truck and reached his arms out. "I don't need coffee. Come here."

I did as he ordered and jumped into the back of the truck beside him. I wrapped an arm around his waist and squeezed. I pulled the cold bundle as close as possible and he stared at me.

"You're being unusually affectionate tonight" he remarked softly. I hadn't done it intentionally.

"You don't like it?" I asked. Tweek smiled and shook his head.

"I do."

We lay together and gazed up at the sky for possibly hours, exchanging stories and intertwining hands. Tweek pointed out constellations to me, all of which I'd never have noticed just looking up at the sky alone and at some point we stopped feeling cold. I was content.


Tweek's hand guided me quietly through his house and up the staircase. I was being cautious not to knock anything over or turn a light on. But he was giggling and I could hear just how wide he was smiling.

Me on the other hand, my brain was screaming; I could hear my heart in my ears and feel it in my throat. I began wondering of all the possible ways I'd ruin this night.

When we crept into Tweek's room, I threw my overnight bag on the end of his bed as he closed and bolted the door behind us. There was barely a second before he had me pinned against the wall, arms around my neck and lips everywhere one could imagine.

A sudden burst of confidence had hit him much quicker than it had hit me as I gingerly held his waist and tried my best to keep my head in this moment while his hands tugged roughly on my jacket. I noticed that he wasn't twitching at all despite the carnal position we were currently in.

"Craig" he murmured impatiently against my ear. It was then that I realised he was waiting for me to respond to his efforts and so I craned down and sought out his lips in the dark, igniting a kiss that had always made my chest soften and my nerves almost imediately evacuate.

I let him unzip my jacket and then pulled my shirt off, desperate to return to the kiss he kept breaking. His hands, supple and slender danced across my chest, rested on my heart and then gripped to my hips. He was trying to find a sweet spot; something that, in this moment, would break me down completely. Little did he know he was already doing a great job at that and as he decorated my collarbone in whatever he saw fit, I popped the buttons off his shirt and it fell effortlessly off his willowy frame. Though I couldn't see in great detail the freckles I knew he had on his shoulders, or the coffee burn on his arm from many years ago, my hands explored each feature like I could see and I pulled him closer to me, his flat stomach smooth and cold against mine.

Nerves. What nerves?

"I'm going to turn the light on…" Tweek whispered.

Oh, those nerves.

I grabbed his arm before it reached the switch and broke the kiss, my breath heavy. "Keep it off" I panted. I could imagine his face, wrinkled in confusion and wondering whether someone like me could possibly be so self conscious.

"I just want you to feel me" I told him as I peppered kisses in the crook of his neck and hoped he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"Okay..." I heard him mutter and once again I was being lead through the room and onto Tweek's bed, a part of his room I would come to know quite well.

He seated himself in my lap and proceeded to make out with me, the occasional tug of hair and bite of my lip on his part. I could tell that he wanted me to be a little rough with him; a little more dominant. Girls had probed me this way too. But I was fearful I'd hurt Tweek, something I definitely didn't want to do and I was also concerned that I'd disappoint him. I didn't know how experienced he was sexually, it had never come up in conversation. Perhaps he could take it, but I wasn't willing to find out. All I knew for certain was that It was definitely a weird feeling to be the virgin again.

"Take your pants off" Tweek ordered quietly and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. He was being so forward and all of a sudden this was becoming very real again. But I did as he told me and shuffled out of my jeans with no secret to Tweek's wandering hands how aroused I already was.

He caked my jaw in damp kisses that went cold as he left and then he palmed me over my boxers while his other hand was tangled in my hair. "You will like this" he assured me but it sounded more like a question, an uncertain one at that.

Finally I sensed something anxious in Tweek's voice and it made me feel less vulnerable myself.

I gently pushed him down against the mattress before I found myself hovering over him and returning the affection along his jaw and neck. "I will like it, I like you" I was barely able to say, as the heat from my groin spread across my body. I felt him shudder beneath me and squirm even more so as I began to discard of his jeans, watching him attempt to hold his excitement in.

Tweek found my hand knotted in his hair and squeezed it, meanwhile his other hand disappeared into my boxers and boldly grazed past what he wanted. I kicked off my underwear so he could get a better hold. I cleared my throat and tried to focus on getting Tweek's underwear off as his soft fingertips started to become almost painful to bare.

He twitched for the first time that night when I managed to rid him of his boxers and touch him the way that he was touching me. It was interesting to hold and arouse another penis besides my own and this most certainly was the first time I'd done it.

I could hear a moan trapped in the back of his throat and continued to touch him in all the parts that made it louder or caused a twitch. All of a sudden, hearing him enjoying himself and imagining how impure his soft face looked right now, I couldn't stop my body from proceeding quicker than I'd anticipated. I found I was enjoying myself too.

His legs widened and I fit perfectly between them with all the space that I needed to kiss him from his face to his stomach, his length still in my hand, his own hands were pried away from mine and carefully pinned above his head.

"Craig…" He simpered. It had been so long since I'd heard my name echoed so sincerely. I took a second to wonder if he'd done it before when he was by himself, the same way I did when I thought about him in my own quiet mind.

It was getting closer to that time I'd prepared myself for. Almost everything I'd read in those stupid gay articles and the useless porn seemed pointless now that I was really in the situation. He sat up with me as I reached for my bag at the foot of the bed to retrieve a small bottle of lubricant and a condom. I imagined how impressed and shy his face would look right now. At least my face was looking like that anyway.

Our eyes had adjusted to the dark a little better and he quickly made out what I was holding. He willingly took the condom and ripped the package open. For a moment I thought he was about to take over but it turned out he wanted me to do it and eased the rubber over me, tantalisingly slow at that. Behind all my groans and shivers I was seriously starting to get curious about how many times Tweek had done this. Not that I cared.

His weight shifted away from me and once again he lay on his back, gazing up at me expectantly.

While I made use of the lube (very generously I might add,) I distracted him with kisses and my free hand returned to his hard on. If I was enjoying myself earlier, I didn't know how to describe the swell of anxiety, lust and excitement that was bubbling up right now as my partner attempted to conceal his groans and pleaded me to stop taking my time.

When I had to use both my hands to position myself above him, he replaced my own and continued to jerk himself off, trying his best to keep quiet. This was also something I may have possibly imagined while alone, with only my own thoughts and hands.

Judicious as to how it would hurt for him and feel for me, I gave him a quiet warning and kissed him gently. I eased into him slowly, pausing every now and then to ask if he was okay.

Embarrassing, maybe, but I cared more about if I was hurting him than my performance at that moment. He squirmed a little and squeezed a tiny "yes." He'd been holding his breath and I felt bad again. I soothed my palm over his cheek and kissed him once again. I continued to push all the way in and then out, more than ready to go again as soon as he was.

Tweek felt tight, gloriously tight. Of course I'd expected that but it unrealistically better than I'd imagined. It was hard to keep myself from coming right there and then. It took some restraint and a lot of patience but Tweek wasn't as fragile as I made out and he let me back in the moment I was out, he beckoned me to up my pace as he began to move with me, his whimpers synced with my own.

Making love to Tweek was much better than I'd first thought and I knew wouldn't be as worried next time. Yes, there'd be a next time and a next time after that. Making him feel good made me feel good and making him happy made me happy. It had been years since someone else's happiness hadn't brought me misery. Was I… Changing a little?

Tweek's breath fanned across my chest as he slept peacefully, huddled up to me; his skin against mine. I watched him and played with his hair and I pondered whether I should stay the night or get back home before my dad woke up and realized I still wasn't back with his truck.

I wanted to stay with him, warm and cordial under the covers. I wanted to kiss him in the morning and see his face in the light before I left but I didn't want to lose that privilege permanently because of my dad's temper.

With a sigh, I peeled the sleeping beauty off me and crept into my clothes. "See you tomorrow" I whispered before silently making an exit.


Welcome back and thank you for being patient. I hope this chapter didn't suck.