Chapter Track: Electric Feel by MGMT

"I still don't get this," Wendy tells me.

I sigh, "You don't have to fucking get it, just stop moving already."

"People paint portraits of happy people," she says.

"Wendy, I swear to God-"

Craig leans over my shoulder, "I don't know," he says. "There's something about it. I don't think I'd like it if you were smiling." I finally started my painting of Wendy but when she posed I asked her to look unhappy. She hasn't shut up since.

"And what the hell is this?" Wendy gestures to the niorette behind me. "Are you two like a thing now?" her eyes narrow at the boy.

Craig flicks her off. "I'm not a thing. I'm a person, ass-crack."

Wendy gasps while I snicker. "Are you dating or… what?"

"What about you and Kenny?" I ask, trying to change the subject while Craig continues to sort through my paint. "I see you two talking more now." I smack his hands away when he starts moving them out of order. "Don't be a dick," I tell him.

"Kenny and I are whatever," she says. "And it works so whatever."

"So you're fuck-buddies," I say.

"Ew," Craig adds.

"We- We're not… I don't know what we are. We- but I don't care because it works. Pay attention," she stutters.

"Stop moving," I retort.

"Go home," Craig adds after me. I give him a look and he just shrugs.

"So you two can make out?" Wendy asks. "Now that's ew."

Craig jerks his fist upward and slaps his bicep. I hold back my laugh. "You're both childish," I conclude. "You can move, Wendy. Not like you haven't already but go ahead. I guess I got your face, I'll just improvise the rest."

"Turn her into a dinosaur."

"No, Craig," I say.

"Give me like, better cheek bones," Wendy says.

"Maybe," I tell her.

"Well, I'm gonna go. Kinda over being this third wheel thing. You guys have fun doing whatever you two do," Wendy grabs her stuff and leaves.

"Finally," Craig says. "I fucking hate Wendy."

"Who do you not fucking hate, Craig?" I ask, packing my paints and utensils away.

The question was rhetorical but Craig answers anyway, "I don't hate you," he shoots back immediately.

"Aw gee, I'm- I'm flatter…" I flutter my eyes at him with my hand over my heart and he flicks me off.

It's been a few days and don't get any ideas there hasn't really been a huge development in my relationship with Craig but he's come over a few times now and sometimes we kiss.

"I wanna get a real bed. I hate this bunk," I tell him.

Craig sits next to me, "We should go looking for one."

"Beds are expensive, Craig," I tell him.

"You don't know what we can find."

"Find? In South Park?" I look at him.

He's staring at me, "People are having yard sales all the time," he mumbles. God, I fucking hate when he mumbles but when he's looking at me like this it's always okay.

"You're eyes are dilated," I tell him.

"What does that mean?" he asks, holding my gaze.

"Either you find me attractive or it's too bright in here. You do have light blue eyes," I say.

"What does that mean?" he repeats.

"Your eyes don't have a lot of pigment…" I say. "So they're more sensitive to the light," I trail off.

"Your eyes are light too though," he says.

"Are they dilated?"

Craig nods, "I wanna kiss," he tells me.

"Then just kiss me," I say with a chuckle.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do," he says. Craig kisses me.

His kisses are soft and timid so I push his face closer to mine roughly, just to get him going. This is usually how it starts (if Craig initiates the kissing). He loops his fingers into my hair and I just caress his back.

It's a nice kiss- any kiss with Craig is- but it isn't getting my blood pumping which is what I live for so I throw us onto the floor. We weren't very elevated to begin with so it doesn't hurt but Craig glares down at me. I shrug and bring his face back to mine. I swear we'd be on my bed if it weren't a twin and we'd have to climb up a ladder to get to it.

Now that he's lying on top of me there's something. By something I mean that not only are our chests touching but so are our groins. There's nothing popping up though, it's just nice to have him closer.

When Craig mouth trails kisses to my ear and he sucks on my lobe things start to get frisky. I encourage him with my hands landing firmly on his ass. I give it a tender squeeze.

Craig lets out a hot breath on my ear. "Mmm," I say in response. I love how quickly these things heat up.

One of my hands (ONE!) abandons his cheek only to slide up into his shirt and I stroke up his spine with a light touch. Craig moves down my chin to my neck.

The door opens, "I fucking told you, Toke."

Craig sighs. "Hi, guys," Craig says. "Come on in. We're not busy." I'd laugh but this really isn't funny to me. Craig rolls off of me to the side.

This is new as well. The cock blocks. My parents never barge into my room. If my door is locked and I say don't come in, they leave. I'm either smoking or fucking and they probably know this but they don't want to deal with it and why would they? They leave.

But with Craig I also unintentionally got Clyde and Token. Token's fine but Clyde? Fuck, dude. "What's up?" I deadpan.

"Just because you and Craig are…hm, whatever you guys are doesn't mean you get to have him all the time, Tweek," Clyde tells me. "I told you already that if I haven't seen Craig in too long then I'd come over and get him myself."

"And that's what you're doing so," I raise my eyebrows at the brunette. I just wish it wasn't in the middle of our making out time.

"Why are you making out on the ground anyways?" Token asks.

"I can see the judgement, Token," I say.

"Nah, just seems uncomfortable…" he tells me.

"That's why Craig was laying on top of me. I'm a real gentleman, aren't I?" I direct the question towards Craig who pushes my face away. "Sometimes things just happen and if my bed weren't a bunk, dude that's where we'd be right now. I want a mattress that's big and low to the ground. Then, I could just toss Craig on it, no big deal, right? Fucking bunk beds, man."

I know Craig is glaring at me but his face must also be red so whatever. He's not mad. He probably still wants to make out. "Clyde, I'll hang out with you when I hang out with you," Craig says, irritably. See? I was correct.

"But Craig," Clyde whines. "Saturday's are the days we get high and watch stoner comedies…"

"We can do that any time," Craig tells him.

"You two can make out any time," Clyde counters.

"Yeah, but I want to make out right now," Craig says.

I raise my hand, "I second that notion." Craig openly admitting that he wants to make out with me proves that he likes me and Craig's not an open person. Things like that make me so hor- happy. They make me happy. So happy.

Clyde frowns, "You're breaking traditions."

"And making new ones," Craig shrugs. "Why don't you try getting a girlfriend, Clyde? That way you won't care so much that I'm hanging with Tweek."

"Oooh, burn," I hiss. I am ignored.

"Toke cares too, ya know…" Clyde mumbles with his arms folded across his chest.

"Really, Toke?" Craig asks.

Token shrugs, "It's alright. You two just started… seeing each other?- or whatever. I get that you wanna be together. I don't really have a problem with it. I'm just hanging out with Clyde right now and he's being… well, you know Clyde."

Clyde gasps, "Traitor."

"Let's just play some video games," Token says to the brunette.

"I never said you had to leave Tweek," Clyde says. "Tweek can hang out with us too."

"Okay, then let's hang out tomorrow," Craig suggests. "I'll head over to Toke's later today even, just fucking leave right now."

Clyde lets out a deep sigh, "Fine, whatever," Clyde leaves with one last pointed glare at me and Token waves before following him.

"Great, he's mad," Craig groans. "Clyde's such a little bitch."

"He just cares about you," I say. "Which is fine as long as he stays in his own territory."

Craig snorts, "What?"

"As long as he keeps his hands to himself, okay? Tell me if he doesn't. Maybe you two have already done some shit…" I gasp.

"Ew, Tweek," Craig says. "Clyde is straight, no matter how much he acts like a faggot and I'm not into him like that. Trust me."

I don't trust anyone but I feel like telling Craig this would hurt his feelings or something, like maybe he'd lose trust for me because I don't trust him. I nod anyways but honestly I'm still gonna keep an eye out for Clyde. I don't believe he's gay by any means but who am I to tell? Anyone can like dick and no one here would know it because, I've said it before and I'll say it again, South Park is full of homophobic rednecks. Except Kyle. Kyle is so gay and everybody knows it.

"Do your parents know?" I ask Craig, still on the floor, still staring at the ceiling.

"Know what?" Craig asks.

"That you're gay."

"I'm not gay," he tells me. "I told you, I don't know what I am."

This shit again. I sigh, "But you make out with me so doesn't that mean you like guys?"

"We make out. I could make out with anyone. That's not really enough to determine sexuality, I think," he says.

"But I'm pretty sure our dicks have touched," I say. "Like ninety percent sure, almost…"

"Neither of us remembers that," Craig points out. "Doesn't exactly count."

"I feel like you had feelings for me before that even happened though- and right now actually," I turn towards him.

"That's good for you," he shrugs. Asshole.

"What if we did it again?" I ask.

Craig narrows his eyes and turns his head towards me, "If we did what again, Tweek?"

I freeze. I don't know what I'm saying. "What if we just, like did whatever we did that night again?"

"We don't know what we did that night," Craig says to me.

"Yeah, but I mean, I have a pretty good idea. If we didn't have sex, there are only so many options, dude."

Craig's face starts to tint pink. He turns back towards the ceiling. "I don't know… What if I don't like it?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, déjà vu? "Uhm, then we'll stop, you can leave to Token's, and I'll probably jack off or something."

"What are you gonna do?" he asks.

I sit up, "I'll probably just go with the flow. I don't usually preplan this stuff, I guess." Craig sits up too, "Is that a yes?"

"Fine," Craig says.

"Wait, but do you like me?" I ask. "I'd just feel better if I knew before we started or I'd be thinking about it the whole time plus you're kind of acting like maybe you don't want to do this…? I don't know. I've been told I'm paranoid but rape really isn't something I want on my conscious-"

"God, Tweek," Craig cuts me off. Now his face is red. He sighs, "If I didn't like you I wouldn't kiss you. If I didn't want to do this then I fucking wouldn't be," he mumbles. "I already told you."

I don't know what he means by 'he already told me' but I smile at his answer anyways. "Cool," I say.

Not even four minutes later Craig is pinned to my bed, shirtless and with his jeans unbuttoned and slightly below his waist. My lips attack his ruthlessly because I've been wanting this since I woke up with him on top of me at Token's party. All the other times just never seemed right.

Right now feels so fucking right though.

I trail kisses down his chest. Craig is so warm and red under my lips. I'm pretending he's a strawberry (because I like strawberries). He's sweet like one so it isn't hard. I honestly wish I had some chocolate syrup but then I might not be able to stop myself.

"You taste like candy," I tell the ebony haired boy after dragging my tongue down his abdominal.

His brow furrows, "Thanks?"

"Mmm," I nibble the flesh right above the hem of his boxers. Craig's stomach starts to fall in quicker breaths. I start to suck his skin tenderly.

"Tweek," Craig breathes. I grab the elastic waist of Craig's boxers and start to lower them. "Whoa, okay," Craig says, "This is happening…"

I stop, "Are you sure you wanna do this?" I ask him.

"I have a boner now so yeah, I kind of do. Just… what if my dick is ugly or something?"

I snort, "I'm sure it's fine, Craig. It's just a dick. There aren't like beauty standard," I tell him. "Plus, I've seen it before and didn't seem to have any problems."

"Well," Craig looks away, "I wanna see yours too then," he says, sitting up.

"Really, Craig?" I ask with a smirk. "I don't have a problem showing you my junk if it'll sooth your insecurities but really?"

"Shut up. It's fair," he reasons. I shrug and sit up on my knees to undo my belt. Craig watches me, biting his lip. He shouldn't do that since I'm about to be wielding the mighty Excalibur and he's not wearing pants.

I slip the belt out of my pant loops and throw it off my bed. It hits the floor with a clink. "How do you know you're parents are gonna walk in like Clyde and Token? You didn't even lock the door."

"Don't worry about it. It won't happen." I lean forward and kiss Craig's neck. He leans back on his elbows and I latch my mouth onto his neck. I would go into extensive detail about my parents and why I'm sure they won't walk in on us but I'm just so busy with my mouth on Craig's neck making this hickey and plus, it'll probably be more exciting for him anyways, not knowing whether or not we're safe.

"Don't leave a hickey anywhere someone will see it," he tells me, hand in my hair. "My parents aren't like yours," he explains.

I tug my pants down with one hand, using the other to hold myself over Craig. My boxers ride down with my jeans and I give one last yank and they're below my waist. I continue to pepper kisses along Craig's jaw as his head turns to gaze down towards my now exposed and very erect dick. "Oh," he says, "Nice."

I pick my face up and look at him. "I know what you're doing," I say. Craig just raises an eyebrow. "You're nervous and you're compensating with humor. We don't have to do this if you're not ready."

"But you're man stuff's out and you look like you… really want to," Craig glances down again.

"That's not a good reason," I tell him.

"I already told you I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't want to!" Craig says, grabbing my shirt with one of his hands. "It's not like we're having sex. Yeah, I'm nervous but I want to do this…" he pulls me down to kiss me. "So shuddup," he mumbles against my lips.

"Okay," I say into his mouth. "But I want this to be a good experience for you." I kiss his neck. "I want you to remember it and not because you were traumatized because I like, raped you or something…"

"Completely consensual," Craig breathes against my skin.

I kiss Craig and start to move his already loose jeans down. When they're about mid-thigh I stuff my hand in his boxers and start to stroke him. Craig's eyes shut and he tosses his head to the side. I nuzzle into his hair. Craig's so cute and he's so mine and smells so nice.

I pull Craig's member out of his boxers and slowly move my hand up and down. "Mmm…" Craig shifts under me. I run my hand down his torso and kiss down his neck to his collar bone. This is where I place my hickey. I hope Craig doesn't have to be anywhere shirtless for a while.

I run my tongue over his nipple and Craig shudders. I watch him and stop shortly to snatch his stupid winter hat off his head. I toss it with my belt. "Can I use my mouth?" I ask him. Craig just nods, his eyes still closed.

I tug his pants completely free of his legs and throw it over the edge as well. I take a moment to recognize the fact that Craig Tucker (of my recent fantasies) is naked under me right now. With his hair exposed, among other things and his face contorting every time my hand moves on him. I have him at my whim. Oh Christ, I can't fuck this up but my pants have ridden now to my ankles and I'm so fucking hard it hurts and Craig is so fucking sexy in my hands.

I crawl back on my hands until I'm just about his pelvis. I hold him firmly in my hand and swirl my tongue around his head. Craig makes a strained noise before biting his hand. "You can be loud. My parent's really don't give a shit," I tell him. Craig uses his other hand to flip me off.

I drag my tongue down his shaft. Craig tangles his fingers into my hair. My free hand goes to his hip and my thumb massages circles into his skin. I take all of Craig into my mouth and suck gingerly. Craig pants under me. I take more of him every time my head bobs until Craig's dick is hitting the back of my throat.

Craig's sweaty and out of breath now. He tugs my hair tighter and starts to buck his hips into me. "Tweek," he says. I figure this is his warning that he's about to come. I don't know how I feel about swallowing Craig's spooge yet though. I also don't know how I feel about it all over my bed. Fuck it.

I remove my mouth from him and finish Craig off with my hand. He releases with a sigh and spills all over himself. Once again I find myself wishing my camera weren't in my desk so far away.

With my eyes half lidded and lustful I tell him, "I wanna paint you just like this." Craig says nothing, catching his breath. I drop my weight between Craig's legs and rest my face on his damp abdominal.

After a few minutes of silence I pick my head up slightly, "Are you sleeping?"

"Mmm…" Craig hums.

I snort, sitting up. First I clean Craig off with his boxers, figuring he could just borrow a pair of mine and toss them overboard and then I cover Craig with my comforter and pull up next to him. He flips and rests his head on my shoulder. "It was good," he mumbles. "Still doesn't mean I'm gay…" he adds.

"No, of course not," I say, amused. "You have a really pretty dick, by the way."

Craig shoves his middle finger in my face.

Half an hour into Craig's sleep I get up to piss. When my bladder is relieved I shuffle downstairs. My dad's in the kitchen, making coffee and my mother is sitting on the couch with her feet in a bucket of warm water.

They both look at me once I'm down. "Son," my father greets. My mother gives me a nod.

"Hey, guys," I amble into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of Joe.

"Son, can we talk to you?" My father asks when I have a mug out of the cabinet. I eye him suspiciously.

My mother says, "Richard, do we have to do this now?"

"Sherry, the sooner we address this the better. You- You know how he is." I look between my parents and sip from my mug, patiently.

My mom sighs and pulls her feet out of the water, drying them with a towel. When she's done she enters the kitchen with me and my father.

"What is this about?" I finally ask.

"It's nothing, dear. Your father just has some… concerns," my mother explains.

"More than usual, you mean?" I ask. My parents give me that look they get when I start acting smart. "Concerns about…?"

"Look, Tweek, you know we treat you like an adult," my dad starts. I nod. "We don't want to baby you because in the real world no one will do that. So, I'll just be blunt." It's one of these conversations but I don't know what about yet. "You know that you're different and that's okay, but it's a severity of being different and in this town there are consequences. Sometimes- Most of the time thing aren't necessarily reasonable in life. You're probably gonna find this to be one of those moments."

"What?" I snap. "What, dad?"

"That Craig boy… I'm not gonna pretend like I know stuff I don't. I really have no evidence so please don't be offended. I know we don't usually talk about this stuff either and… I'd really rather keep it that way but I guess we can start with you're still young so don't think things are gonna be like this forever," he tells me. I first think he means the sucky high school years but then my father says, "You're a teenager so you experiment and stuff and that's okay. I just think you should be open minded that this may just be a phase."

"Oh, my God," I mutter. This isn't happening.

"I know, I know. You have strong feelings. That's normal. I'm just putting it out there."

"Dad," I say.

"I'm not done, Tweek," my father shuts me down, coldly. "The point is," he says. His voice is his strict voice now. The one that scares me. "You can do… this right now but I want you to know that if anyone in the town, especially the Tucker family, if they found out about you and the things you do… however bad you think things are, they will get so much worse," my dad tells me. "I just need you to be cautious. I just need you to lay low. I just need you to-"

"Be normal," I say.

"Tweek," dad says.

"I can't believe you! And mom, how can you let him say this?" My mom stays silent, averting her eyes. "Who fucking cares?! If I'm happy, shouldn't that be all that matters?"

No one says anything. No one looks at me. "I'm just trying to protect you, Tweek," my dad tells me.

"I want you to be happy," my mother says. "But honey, this isn't a joke. There's a reason no one is… out in South Park."

I scoff, "What about Garrison? And- and Mr. Slave?"

"Tweek, they moved to San Fan years ago," my dad says. "It wasn't just a spur of the moment kind of thing! I just wish you would listen to us some times!"

"Really? Because I just wish you would love me because I'm your fucking son sometimes," I storm upstairs and into my room.

I was about to slam the door when I remembered that Craig was still sleeping. So I close it quietly and click the lock in place. I climb the ladder and crawl back into my bed next to the niorette.

Even more to think about. Fuck.

Craig suddenly shoots up, panting hard. "Fuck," he mumbles. He glances at me and I give him wide eyes.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says.

"Nightmare?"

"Yeah," he says.

"What was it?"

"Nothing," he says. "It happens all the time."

"Well, shit, you're out of breath. You sure it was nothing? What happened?"

"I've had worse," he tells me.

"About what?"

"In this one, you cut off my arms and stabbed me in the eye," he says. "But the worse was one where there was a massacre of everyone in town. They were all dead and their bodies were scattered all over the streets. A lot of people were decapitated. Their limbs started crawling around and trying to suffocate me. It doesn't sound bad but in a dream you don't know that it isn't real so it was terrifying. Plus, I was in like sixth grade."

"God," I say. "That's morbid." Reasons why I don't sleep. "You want me to hold you?" I hold my arms open for him. Craig flicks me off but leans into my hold anyway.

"Hey Craig," I say into his hair.

"Hm?" Craig hums.

"Are we dating?" I ask.

Craig says, "No. I would never date anyone. Dates are fucking stupid. Where are we supposed to go on a date in South Park? And I don't mean we like you and me. I mean we in general."

"Okay…" I say. "Are we boyfriends?"

Craig scoffs and a piece of my heart shatters and falls. He simply says, "No."

I have no more questions.


So much love! Well, I love you too c: I listen to loads of different music so I try to reach all of them so you'll like/know at least one but it's also supposed to go with the chapter so I might not. Anyway, going on vaca next week. I might post the day before I leave but depends on progress and reviews so review and fav and junk- or don't, honestly do whatever you want. btw this song is my absolute shit so if you haven't heard it, dammit you better fucking listen to it.