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"Jesus, Craig. What took you boys so long?" My mom inquired as Tweek and I finally made it downstairs.
My automatic reply was "making out" to which the blonde, quivering behind me like a guilty suspect, stabbed me sharply in the back. I kept a straight face throughout his attack so as not to alert my inspecting parents that my answer had actually been true. Tweek obviously didn't know how to give a thorough lie—or in this case a truth disguised as a lie—because you never responded, in any way, during the performance of your dirty tale.
"You really need to stop gaying up all your friends," Ruby shot. I flipped her off for that one. "He's a cute one, too. That's a shame." She removed herself from the couch and walked, although to me it looked more like a gorillaesque-humpbacked-trudge, until she placed herself in front of Tweek. "Hi, I'm Ruby."
The blonde was a flustered mess, all tongue-tied and wide-eyed, cheeks blossoming under her compliment that he was cute. I found it sad that Tweek was probably only an inch or two taller than her since I had just kissed that midget. No wonder why she liked him. They were relatively similar: basically the same height, both skinny little things, blonde hair. Ruby's was more strawberry toned, though, and thankfully Tweek's facial features completely differed from my little sister's otherwise I would've felt like I'd been kissing her and that just made me want to throw up and die a couple of times.
Ruby's face was like your regular everyday shithead: normal eyes of common blue, ordinary nose, standard eyebrows, and typical everything else. Except her lips. I had given them to her and she had better be goddamn proud of those lovely, plump, beautiful babies. Not that she could actually inherit them from me since that was mom's doing, but I still took credit in my head because they'd been mine first.
Tweek's features were considerably more doll-like and possibly even a notch farther in femininity, all dark lashes and doe eyes with a round mouth. And actually—now that I was paying attention—his eyes weren't just green like the customary shade you always thought of when you heard the word. They were like a tinted pastel green or mint green. They were like my eyes that were a crystallized shade of blue, except crystallized green. I liked that: crystallized green. They looked like Red's, and so suddenly I remembered why her's had appeared so familiar that day. The day I'd gone in with Token and Clyde. I must've been subconsciously thinking about Tweek.
"Hi," the blonde murmured. "I-I'm Tweek." He quickly glanced up at me as if he needed to be told that what he'd said was fine, but not before darting past my lips first. I smirked, scoffing to let him know I'd seen the pattern of his gaze.
"He doesn't like you," I told Ruby. "He thinks you're an ugly fuck and doesn't want you to talk to him."
"I don't think that!" The blonde screamed, slamming his fist straight into my stomach. My breath stuck in my throat, and I was momentarily stunned. A striking pain ebbed away at the flesh beneath Tweek's fisted knuckles, throbbing from his vicious assault.
In the next second I had him in a head lock. He cried out and fought to push me away but there was no way under any circumstance in which that would happen. Dragging him sideways, I grabbed a handful of his hair, strangely soft locks for looking so erratic all the time, and gently knocked his head repeatedly against the wall.
After the first few hits, he realized that I wasn't really out to hurt him, causing him to giggle. There was no longer any motivation to fuel his arms so they went limp.
"Alright, stop fucking around, Craig. Let's get out of here." The command came from my dad. I wished I could provide people with a guide on how to survive him, but honestly, it was every man for himself with that guy.
So I stopped and left Tweek to figure out how to rearrange his messy locks himself. Alright, I flicked the piece hanging by his nose but that was it. "You lead the way, boss."
"How many times have I told you not to be a smart ass on your sister's birthday?" Ruby stuck her tongue out at me like it was some sly move that damaged my ego. Bitch didn't realize that it only hurt her own. Nobody stuck their tongue out anymore unless it was to stick it between their fingers in an extremely vulgar proposal.
"I don't know. How many times have I told you not to be a bastard every single day of my life?" In unison we flipped each other off. Honestly, argumentation was the best way to bond with your family. Mine did it every chance we got and we loved each other even more after every fight. It was a bond of hatred so blatant that we depended on each other for fuel and stoked whosever rage needed stoking.
"How about you drive us, Craig?" My mom asked, pulling my dad toward the front door by his bicep. His large, ginger haired bicep.
"I'm not riding passenger while he's driving. That kids a lunatic, Fiona."
As Ruby followed and I after her, Tweek tugged on the back of my jacket. "Am I going to die?" He asked, most likely regarding the identical attitude of my father and I.
"The only person you have to worry about is Clyde." The blonde looked confused. "He's going to be pissed when he finds out that you went to Ruby's birthday dinner and he didn't." His features fell, big eyes dropping at the corners. I had never seen such a realistic puppy dog face. Every time Clyde took a crack at it, he just looked like a fat, constipated pigeon. Even the blonde's lips were downcast, bottom lip pouting so, so slightly.
I had absolutely no reason as to why I did it—my body was already moving before my brain could decipher the situation—but without any type of warning, I was leaning down and pressing a simple kiss to Tweek's lips. As I pulled away, I felt the delicate pressure he applied back.
"I forgot to ask." My voice was raspy again. All because of one stupid kiss. "How does it feels to be a 'normal' person?" Since the way he'd described it had made it sound like being un-kissed was comparable to some strange deformity.
Tweek blushed, answering quietly. "It's good. I-I like it." Before quickly adding, "I should've believed you when you said you were a good kisser."
I think my lip twitched. "You didn't believe me?"
"No?" He laughed modestly, shying away from me. I would've pounced on him and really shoved his head against the wall, except my dad was yelling at us to hurry our asses up. So I pushed him in the direction of the door instead.
The blonde stumbled down the hallway and there was no holding back my laughter when he ran right into my dad's chest. One startled look at the man's six-foot-four stature and Tweek was racing out into the freezing weather, unconcerned that it was ice cold. He sidled up to my side as I followed him out, whispering, "You look nothing like him."
I laughed again, grabbed him by the shoulder, and tucked him into the backseat of my mom's car next to Ruby. She smiled at him, always one to have a crush on my friends. He told her Happy Birthday and she blushed. It was ugly. So I told her to stop interacting with him, and that's how the car ride went. I watched her and every time her head turned even fractionally in our direction, I would reach out and slap her in the face.
My plan backfired when right before we entered the restaurant plaza marking our destination, though, when Tweek scolded me with a "Stop interacting with your sister," and slapped me in the face. My dad laughed, and everyone laughed, and I guessed it was really funny because it was hard to make my dad laugh to the point that his belly jiggled—and honest to god, you could tell when somebody did the belly jiggle laugh because the undulations of their stomach made them hold onto it and he was definitely holding it. Grasping at it, even.
The sting from Tweek's hand hurt twice as bad when the cold hit my skin as we exited the car. I locked the blonde in another headlock, this time giving him a noogie. He didn't like it, spewing angry fists at my chest as though that would get me to stop, but I didn't until my revengeful side felt satisfied and that was when he started calling out apologies. "Craig," he whimpered, holding his hands to his head when I retracted my knuckles. He kept his face against my chest, muttering unintelligible words under his breath.
"Suck it up," I ordered, kissing the fingers drawn against his scalp to protect it. I could be so cute sometimes. No wonder Kenny and Clyde went after girls—or in Kenny's case both genders—all the time; it was fun to tease them. Tweek almost made it too easy. I could say anything—no. All I had to do was look at him a certain way and he'd fluster up like the Guinness World Record holder of Sexiest Penis was jacking off right in front of him. But actually, I had an amazing penis so it was basically like I was jacking off in front of him.
That's awkward.
"Hurry the fuck up, Craig. I'm hungry," Ruby grunted.
"No, you're just a fatass."
She and my parents were collected on the walkway that led into the Country Kitchen Buffet, the one restaurant that I hated because it was always filled with old people.
Its elongated brick structure and spacious windows were just a facade to conceal the ancient citizens filling its interior because I knew for a fact that they seated anyone younger than thirty in the window booths to keep up a lively appearance. Their food was mediocre, a cacophony of different styles but none that they specialized in, and their employees had a tendency to get in the way with their carts as they went around to pick up discarded dirty dishes.
No joke, they'd bend down to assemble the trash and silverware and it'd just be straight up ass in my face. Clyde had a picture of me pretending to kiss one lucky butt from last year. I'd had an honest talk with the manager just to get a refund. I'd gotten thirteen bucks back and it'd been a good day.
After nudging Tweek in my family's direction, we headed inside. God, I loved the fresh smell of decay and adult diapers. Ruby commented that it smelled delicious to which I couldn't help but chuckle. I received the finger from all of them except Tweek. Thankfully he hadn't caught onto the Tucker ritual. Somebody made a comment? Flip them off. Somebody laughed? Flip them off. Somebody breathed? Flip them off. Or maybe he had and just knew how to desist the lovely middle finger's devious temptation.
"What are you going to get?" I asked the blonde, leaning sluggishly against the thin plate of wall secluding the actual buffet area from the pay desk. "I suggest to completely avoid the salad bar. That shit has been sitting there all day and there's bugs in the tomatoes."
"That only happened once, Craig," my mom reminded, her tone warningly sour. She didn't want me to ruin Ruby's birthday dinner. Guess who gave a fuck.
"It was a traumatic experience. Innocently, I provided myself with a well dressed salad only to witness a mealworm hastily escape through the hole in my tomato. Something like that stays with you for life, mom. You wouldn't understand. That fork wasn't going into your mouth."
Tweek looked utterly terrified at the incident that had given birth to my recommendation. His head swiveled around, back and forth, as though he was searching for an escape route. Eerily slow, I picked my body away from its slouch and bent down to stare the blonde directly in the eye. He froze, long lashes brushing the bone of his brow they were opened so wide. Our gazes locked but I bolted and chained them just to make sure he wouldn't flake out.
Quietly, I hummed, "Don't be a mealworm, Tweek." If I had to sit through this dinner, then so did he. When he gulped, visibly shaken, I asked again, "So, what are you going to get?" and straightened myself out to full height. Being short just fucking sucked, even if it was temporary.
"I-I don't know. Nghh—shit. Maybe j-just some soup o-or fruit. Sweet Jesus, I don't want there to be a fucking insect in my food, dude!" He moved to massage his temples between slender fingers.
"What are you? A baby? You need something with substance." As we played follow-the-leader out into the food filled field of numerous heated dinner-filled contraptions, I wrapped my index finger and thumb around Tweek's slim wrist before holding it up to shake it around. His hand flopped back and fourth for a second before he snatched his limb away. "You're flimsy, like a pancake."
"I'm not that skinny!"
"I bet you I can fit both of my hands around one of your thighs and my fingers will overlap."
"I'm a guy. It's called a fast metabolism." He glared at the skepticism clearly written quite bluntly on my face.
"Yeah, I've got one too but I still weight more than a hundred pounds."
"Dude, you're a tall fuck! And I weigh more than that."
"Fact: I'm a tall, sexy fuck."
Tweek ripped a piece of silverware from one of the many racks and stood there, fuming, pointing a fork at me. "Do not start making The Office references at me."
He watched The Office? Damn.
I knew in that moment that we were going to create the ultimate friendship.
After Tweek decided to stop bitching, although he continued to murmur to himself about his weight (and I wasn't going to tell him this because it was entertaining to see him so riled up, but I honestly didn't think he was too skinny or creepily thin or anything like that because he was tiny in the healthy way that a kid his age and height should be—just maybe a little smaller than regular but nobody gave a shit) and gathered our food, we met back up and sat at whichever table was closest because the Tuckers never gave a fuck.
My dad should have just stayed in the food hall and ate as he pleased. That's how much crap he'd piled onto his plates, and all of it varied: chicken wings, steak, lasagna, a burrito, corn dogs, I-don't-even-know-what-the-hell-else. Everything was mashed together like the epitome of a melting pot. Thankfully the women of my family were a little more recluse when it came to their dinner, although it was vital to understand that they still had a ton of random findings. It was just piled a little less high.
True to his word, Tweek had managed to supply himself with the least amount of grub, and none of it was meant to actually settle in his stomach. The stuff he'd grabbed would enter his mouth and then just disappear. I looked like the fat fuck out of the bunch. All I had in front of me was a bowl of whipped cream. But I was an artful mastermind and hidden beneath the avalanche of fluff was a gargantuan slice of strawberry cheesecake. I was saving that godly beast for last, though, because for the moment I was working on a white cherry Icee.
To be courteous, my dad tried to start a conversation. "Hey, kid. What's your name? Twerk? Is that all you got was soup?" I personally leaned over and laughed in the blonde's face for that one. It was for reasons like that why I still loved the giant ginger sitting across the table from me. He always got names wrong.
"Don't feel too special," I informed the blushing blonde. "He calls me Chris from time to time."
"What? Is that not his name?"
"I-It's Tweek." Then the blonde seemed to rethink his answer. "S-sir."
"What the hell." The burly man threw up his hands and slammed them down on the table. Tweek cried out and half tumbled from his seat. The neighboring tables glanced about nervously. "Tweek. Twerk. Twerking Tweek. Same fucking thing."
"Dad," Ruby tried, willing him to stop while he was ahead.
He ignored her. "You're skin and bones, boy. Why not get a real man's meal?"
Maybe because he was about as gay as they came, besides Butters, and was pretty much only half a man. He couldn't handle a "real man's meal," I was sure.
Tweek laughed nervously. "O-oh, I'm a vegetarian."
I hadn't known that about him. "How long?" Ruby asked, annoyingly curious.
"Almost five years."
She was all starry eyed, staring at the blonde like he was the meal she'd been waiting all day for. All year for since we only came here for her birthday. "That's really cool! Do you have to take iron supplements and stuff like that?"
Tweek nodded, trying to place his eyes anywhere but on the four faces watching him. "My best friend, he's a vegan, so whenever I spend the night at his house, I lose like five pounds because all I eat is lettuce. Literally." The girls laughed to humor his anecdote. "I'm dead serious." He smiled bashfully around the table before dropping his eyes to the hands in his lap. I could've done something really mean and really teasing, but I wasn't going to, so I ripped my eyes away from those hands.
"Sweetheart." I glanced up only to find that my mom wasn't directing the nickname at me like she usually did. I was sweetheart, Ruby was darling, and my dad was honey on the rare occasion she felt like being a kind, loving wife and mother. No, she had just referred to Tweek as her sweetheart, something she never did to any of my friends. Not even Token.
Once she'd called Kenny an ignorant bastard, but I didn't think that counted.
My eyes passed over the blonde, who had no idea he'd been called upon. I bumped his elbow with mine. His gaze veered upward, surprised, immediately falling on my mom. She blinked and then he blinked, both deafeningly quiet. "W-what?" He sounded like he was questioning the name rather than why she'd requested his attention in the first place.
"Why don't you share the news about Craig's math final?"
"O-oh." The blonde's eyes flickered between my delicately physiqued mom to my burly, Spartan of a dad. Suddenly, he didn't seem as excited about bragging to him like he had earlier. A storm cloud of nerves was brewing in his stomach and I thought it wise that he hadn't eaten anything with a satiable form, because if he had, I was sure he'd throw it up. "That's not really necessary." The words were rushed, stapled close together.
"Math final?" My dad's voice was gruff with the hint of a threat. He caught me under his penetrative stare. It weighed down on me like I was too far under water, the pressure about to make my ears pop. "I swear to God, Craig, if you failed, your mother and I aren't paying for your fucking summer school."
"Yeah, because my job doesn't pay me so I wouldn't be able to do it myself." My response was automatic, not thought out properly, and definitely made it sound like I had failed. My ears weren't the only thing about to pop.
"Craigifer—"
Tweek's breath caught. "He passed! God, Jesus, he passed!"
The man settled back into his chair, resuming his meal as though he hadn't been about ready to body slam me from across the table. The blonde looked visibly shaken, on edge in his own seat, and it didn't look like he was about to mention the fact that he was the reason behind my miraculous trigonometric come back. Obviously he couldn't tell that my dad was actually a giant softy, which was disappointing because even Clyde saw through his vigorously harsh exterior. The two wrestled and ate ice cream together out of the same carton. So clearly Mr. Tucker wasn't some vigilante that killed men as a guilty pleasure, and I was sure that that was exactly what Tweek's imaginative mind was supplying him with.
Part of me almost wanted to speak up on his behalf, but if there was one thing my dad hated, it was a pussy. That was something the two of us had in common, although somehow Tweek had dodged my pussy radar and I wasn't quite sure how that had happened because he was about the biggest blip ever. "He's not finished yet." The blonde whipped his head around to gawk at me. He honestly just didn't know when to put a cap on his emotions. He wore them so openly it was horrifyingly easy to depict what he felt.
I stared at him blankly, matching his own owlish gaze until the nervous activity in his stomach washed over him completely and his cheeks burst with color. Just then I noticed how the shade of his eyes offset the pink hue of his blush, how each stood out because they were complimentary.
He diverted his face elsewhere, choosing to focus on his soup of broth and vegetables. Voice just a hint of sound, he threw out, "I'm Craig's tutor."
Should he have phrased it in past tense? But it wasn't like I still needed help. Tweek the Tutor was over, at least until next year. Even so, I had only needed help because I'd gotten so far behind. If I stayed up on my work this next semester then his tutoring wouldn't be needed.
"A little miracle worker, huh?" I think Tweek took my dad's words as a compliment by the way his blush dotted across his nose.
I wanted to tease him more, see that rosy complexion tint a tone darker. "He's my good luck charm," I added.
My taunt was a success.
When we got home, Ruby's cake was divvied out without the burden of that stupid birthday song. If it was requested then we'd bring up a Youtube video of some other embarrassment of a family singing its horribly noted tune. Tweek and I worked our way back into my bedroom. He was iffy at first, scared he'd splat cake all over my spotless floor or clean bedspread, but I spared him a few choice words about not giving fuck and swayed his decision.
After taking a seat on my bed, I fell ill to my intense need for scrumptious, homemade, white chocolate cream cheese frosted cake and took a bite. The glorifying second when that forkful entered my mouth and landed on my taste buds—good God. My back fell against the mattress and I let slip a syrupy moan that drizzled like a steady stream of honey from between my lips. This is what Cartman must feel like every time he eats anything.
If that was the case, then his absurd eating habits were excused and he was no longer a fatass. Not that he was anymore these days. Age and football had done him some good, in all places except personality, but that was just the opinion of a boring asexual so you could bet that the differences between young Cartman and older Cartman were actually much more substantial. I just couldn't stand the guy whether his appearance had changed for the better or not.
"I wish sex felt like this."
I'd meant for the statement to be careless, something of little importance, but the way it caused Tweek to cough abruptly told me otherwise.
"Y-you're not a" —those cheeks of his lit up vibrantly— "a virgin?"
I laughed, because that was seriously funny, and almost asked "did you think I was?" except my transmission was interrupted by an even better idea. "Did you want me to be?"
"Sweet Jesus!" He jumped from my bed and hurriedly set his plate down on the glass table along with all my other nick-knacks. "No, God—no. I just wasn't expecting to hear that! I don't even know what I was expecting, okay, man? You—who?" He came back to my bed, avoiding my eye. His fingers were clasped tightly together in his lap, probably to keep from twitching.
Was the topic of sex really that nerve-wracking for him? At least he knew how to be nosy.
"Red."
And then I thought about how that sounded. "It was just one time a while ago, not quite a year yet." And then I decided to tell him the whole story because it was humorous and I hadn't told anybody yet, so I wanted to know if it was as good a laugh to another as it was for me. "Token threw a party so Red and I got plastered. She's my best friend; it was just kind of bound to happen. Both of us were virgins and we thought it'd be fun. It wasn't. I was half hard the entire time because I couldn't get it up and we couldn't stop laughing because we pretended to be beached whales through half of it. We even made whale calls to each other."
Tweek's tension seemed to ease as my tale went along, and by the end of it, he was smiling at me weirdly, like he was fond of it—or fond of me. "Did you use a condom?"
"Of course not. Condoms are for pussies. Red's actually eight months pregnant." To keep the blonde from blanching for too long, I added, "What kind of question was that? Seriously? Obviously we used one. Even though we didn't need to because I never came. Red wont let me live it down, either."
"Don't fuck with me like that!" Tweek bunched up his fists and threw one at me. I couldn't dodge it very well since there was cake resting on my chest, so I decided to man up and absorb his hit as it rammed directly into the side of my ribcage. Sometimes I didn't have the best ideas ever. His little knuckles hurt, even through two layers of clothing.
"Red's as tiny as you are, retard. Do you even know what a pregnant woman looks like?" The blonde frowned at my ridicule, falling over to lay facing me. Swiping my finger through the frosting of the cake, I stuck the covered digit in my mouth and spoke around it. "You're lucky I'm not going to slam this piece of cake into your face for hitting me."
He pouted, and I caught the expression out of the corner of my eye. His jutted bottom lip glistened with a thin sheen of saliva, seeming to attract my gaze.
And then it was like a compulsion, a reaction I just couldn't seem to stop. My finger dipped back into the frosting, I knocked the plate off my chest (gambling that its fall would land up-right) and gently covered his slightly fuller lip with the sweet substance. He watched diligently as the pink cream that was almost identical to the pale color of his mouth coated his skin. A seam formed and a short rasp of hot breath melted the structure of icing against the tip of my finger. I smirked because he looked kind of funny, like he'd clumped on some lipstick, and leaned forward.
His lip slid between mine and I sucked tenderly at the sugary flavor, drawing it from his skin, sucked on the heat that was permeating from his mouth. He tickled my jawline gingerly, sweeping up to the strands of my hair where he twisted the locks between his fingers. The pressure of his mouth intensified as the blonde tilted his head, and I followed his movement, wondering where he was trying to go.
Closer. He wanted to be closer, trying to inch toward my body without breaking the kiss. A breathless laugh leaked through my lips, quick spurts of warmth that fluttered against his mouth. I pulled back by just a miniscule amount of space, very much liking the way his lips instantly sought mine, softly brushing and timidly kissing. He was shy, desperately attempting to fight his embarrassment by trusting his intuition to follow my beckoning mouth. Something about that, that it was intuition to kiss me, it made my head swirl.
Tweek made a noise, like a half squeak, when I backtracked again just so I could watch him pursue me. "Craig." He opened his eyes. Half mast, they stared up at me from beneath dark lashes. I met his gaze, observing the luminous color of his eyes as it was eaten up by his obsidian pupils. His stare bounced from my eyes to my lips, lingering there, before flickering back up. I reciprocated, another compulsion of mine, and found a strange desire form in the pit of my stomach when his mouth twitched into the hint of a smile. My eyelids felt heavy under the foreign emotion, a feeling that I had no control over, but I didn't want to close them.
Instead, I was ensnared by the velvety tip of the blonde's tongue. It traced the innermost edge of his bottom lip, licking an invigoratingly slow line, until he bit delicately against the same wet trail he'd just created. His teeth snagged the skin, lightly abusing it, and when it slid free, I blew softly at the moisture sticking to his lips. An audible hitch caught his breath, causing his mouth to open further in a quiet gasp.
One of my hands found his waist, slipping up the curve of his torso and around his back. When I found the hood of his jacket, I bunched it up in my grasp and tugged lightly. It grew pliant to my instruction and bared the back of Tweek's neck. I dipped my fingers against his exposed skin, incredibly warm against my own, threading my digits through the tendrils of his fair hair. His breath picked up, heated puffs from the two of ours mixing in the short space between our mouths. His fingers slid behind my ears, curling around the roots of my hair. A sigh fell from my mouth at the gentle pressure of his fingertips dragging against my scalp.
Massaging the nape of his neck, Tweek gave way to my actions, soaking up the attention. His eyes were closed, nose just barely brushing mine, cheeks pigmented. He looked soft and fragile, cozy in the close proximity of my body, but I didn't want to kiss him softly or like he was fragile. I suddenly wanted to kiss him the way Kenny did to me. I wanted to see the way you were supposed to react when someone attacked you with their mouth, just to see how far in the wrong I was and how I did.
The feathered locks on the back of his head were knotted in my grip as I used my hold on him to thrust him toward me. My chest knocked against his in the collision and I assaulted his lips, using my teeth to nip at his bottom before sucking on it to achieve the kiss. Tweek gasped, but I didn't use the easy entry to my advantage like he wanted me to. I continued to play with the nibbling on his sensitive, pale pink skin, feeling for the moment when his arms tangled around my shoulders, hands lost in my hair, lips bruised.
With my free hand, I cupped his jaw, pressing my thumb against his chin in a silent command. Our mouths opened in unison, tongues, lavished in saliva, melding together. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tilting my face against his to conceive a seamless kiss. The blonde inhaled deeply through his nose, tightening his fingers in my hair, while I felt the hot, moist inside of his mouth. My thumb rubbed senseless circles against his cheekbone as my palm caressed his cheek.
Tweek's chest moved erratically against mine when I retracted my tongue and mouth. He made to breath and gasp. He didn't let me go far before he pulled me back in, kissing me greedily. Wet, squelching sounds and breathless pants filled my room as the blonde captured my mouth continuously, sucking on my lips and attracting my tongue. It was this, the constant reoccurring of so many tempting kisses, that fogged my brain and left no room for anything more than a mindless inferno that sent my body temperature skyrocketing.
Maybe it was my jacket. Maybe it needed to come off. I didn't think it was just the jacket, though, when the blonde suddenly had the same idea. His lithe fingers had eradicated from my hair and were now working on the zipper of my coat, and for some reason, the sound of its undoing really turned me on.
My arms quickly maneuvered out of the sleeves as Tweek ushered them down to help. His palm licked like fire down the contour of my arm, and when the jacket was off, his hand skimmed back up along my skin and his fingers ducked under the sleeve of my shirt, hugging my bicep and the muscle contained within it. I liked how his touch wasn't timid. I liked how I couldn't think straight under the smog in my head. I liked how all I could taste and smell was coffee even though I hated coffee. I liked all of these things that I never even noticed before with anyone else.
The knock on my door jarred Tweek out of our stupor. He screamed, wrenching himself away from me and to the other side of my bed, where he covered his mouth with his hands and gaped at me with terrified eyes. Groaning, I rubbed mine with a hand and settled back into my pillows. The knock came again.
"Doors fucking open, retard!" As specified, Ruby opened it and peeked inside. "Get the fuck out, you little troll."
"You're an ass, you know that? Stop being a bitch, it's not like you're doing anything anyways."
"We were before you came in," I stated. Tweek lashed out and smacked me in the stomach with a pillow. Ruby rolled her eyes and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Pretty sure I didn't give you permission to cross the threshold."
"Shut up. I need help on who else should come to my party."
"Nobody. Simple as that." I didn't want to help my little sister invite other little sisters as annoying as her into our house for her lame little party of which I'd been tricked into getting alcohol for. What I did want to do was kiss Tweek again, because I could feel myself cooling down and I didn't like that.
"Alright, so." She sat on the edge of my bed. "I'm not sure if I should invite Sydney because her and Ericka don't get along but Ericka has to go otherwise she'll throw a tantrum and she's fun to hang out with when she's with June and June's close friend, who's also my friend, her name's Dyllin, she wants Sydney to go so that Sydney can return her t-shirt or something, and I like Sydney so it'd be cool if she came but I don't want anyone to get pissy or start a fight, you know?"
Thanks, Rubes. I was definitely cooled down completely after that complete load of bullshit. "Don't invite Sydney, Ericka, June, or Dyllin."
"Craig, I'm being serious."
"So am I." I passed a glance toward Tweek who was just sitting there, utterly embarrassed. "I should probably get you home." The blonde just nodded, falling peacefully into my excuse to get rid of Ruby's little girl issues. "Sucks, Rubes. Guess you'll have to figure things out on your own. Go ask dad or something."
As she got up to leave, angrily so, she shot back, "I did, and he said to see you. Thanks, jerk." She slammed the door and that would've been the perfect cue to resume making out with Tweek, except things didn't quite work out that way. It was more like he shakily got up from my bed and tried to make a safe getaway, but I wasn't about to let him be a pansy ass over a stupid kiss. It'd been his idea anyway. He needed to own up to it.
Before he reached my door, I beat him to it, laying a hand flat against its surface to keep it from budging. The blonde still tried to wiggle the handle, but to no avail. When he realized that there was no way out, he stopped struggling and stood there, staring hard at the floor.
Based on his reaction, I decided I'd make this easy for him. "Nobody will suspect anything if you'd stop being so obvious about it."
I took my hand off the door and watched him fling himself through the doorway, entirely ignoring my instruction.
Never in my entire life did I think that that kiss alone was going to govern my entire winter break.