From: ctucker
To: macroeconomicssections1-6
Subject: Classes this Week
So,
Classes are cancelled all week because my damn sister decided to have her baby an entire month early. She's now yelling at me that she did not decide to have the baby an entire month early, the baby just happened to come. Both her and Maura (the baby) are fine, but they have to stay here all week to monitor them both since my niece was born, like I said, a month early. Attached are some pictures because I'm a fucking uncle now and I gotta start showing my niece off.
-Craig
Tweek grinned slowly as he read the email the following morning, opening the attached images in the email. One was of Tricia, looking tired but happy with a very tiny baby girl on her chest. A second picture looked very similar to the first, except Tweek assumes one of Craig's parents took it since Craig was in the picture, flipping Tricia off (who happily returned the gesture). The final image made Tweek's chest ache it was so sickly sweet to him, the picture of Craig grinning at the sleeping baby in his arms with Tricia leaning her head on his shoulder. It was so simple, yet so romantic in a way to Tweek. Not expecting anything out of it, he shot Craig a text message.
Your sister is glowing in those pictures.
Cheeks heating up, Tweek set his phone down as he crawled out of bed to get a shower. Upon his return, he checked his phone, smiling as he read the two texts Craig sent him.
I didn't think I could be this in love with a girl. I clearly just hadn't met the right little lady.
Speaking of ladies, could you maybe watch Venus for me this week? I'm staying in Denver until Saturday when they leave. Bring her to your place so you don't have to go back and forth if you want to.
Reading the text over a few times, Tweek couldn't believe that Craig was asking him to watch Venus. Not Clyde. Not Token. Not Jimmy. Him. Composing himself, he grinned as he sent back a text.
I'd love to! How can I get into your building?
He waited about five minutes before getting out of bed to shower, his phone full of messages from Craig upon his return.
There's a code you can enter on the main door.
Mine is 42069 (I'm original, I know)
Once inside, if you go to my floor, there's a spare key in a little lock box by the door. The code is the same to open that one (42069, in case you forgot)
Her food is in the kitchen by the fridge. It's not too heavy anymore since most of it is gone, but there's more than enough for the week in there.
She also has a toy she likes. It's often by my bedroom door. It's like this stuffed rabbit thing she just likes to chew on.
Oh! Her leash is hanging by the door as well.
When it comes to feeding, I give her two cups of food in the morning before leaving, once when I come back, and then right before bed (I know you're a night owl like me, so it works out great)
But don't be afraid to text me if you have any questions, kid.
As Tweek finished reading the texts, he snorted, the amount of thought and detail Craig put into each text almost…endearing. He dialed Craig's number, putting it on speaker as he started drying off.
"My texts were too confusing weren't they?"
"Well, hello to you too, Mr. Brand-Spanking-New-Uncle." Tweek chuckled, Craig laughing softly on the other side of the line.
"Hey, kid. But were my texts-"
"Craig, they're fine!" Tweek laughed, tugging the NASA sweatshirt (that was losing the smoke and cologne smell from being washed) over his head.
"Okay, sorry, I'm really fucking tired."
"I was gonna say you sound rough, but I wasn't sure if that was insensitive or not." He teased, tugging on jeans before taking the phone off speaker and pressing it to his ear.
"Just…it was a long night. Lots of worrying for both Tricia and the baby. My brother-in-law was a mess."
"I could imagine. How's he doing?"
"He's doing fine now. He's asleep actually. Tricia is trying to eat something before going to bed."
"Where are you at?"
"Taking a walk outside the hospital. I needed some air." Tweek bit his lip at how monotonous Craig was. Sure, he already had a monotone voice, but something was off.
"Are you sure you're okay? You sound…I don't know…sad."
"Yeah…no, I'm good. Just…a real long night, kid." He assured, Tweek humming softly.
"Alright…alright, fine. Well listen, I'm gonna go so I can go get your dog."
"Like I said, kid, don't hesitate to call if you have any questions." Craig reminded him, Tweek nodding to himself.
"Would you appreciate some dog pictures?"
"I'd appreciate them yes. However, I'd love some dog pictures with a certain cute barista I know with her in said pictures."
It was odd being back in Craig's place without him being there, but Tweek managed to get everything for Venus and drive back to his place in just over an hour. He liked watching her look out the window in the back seat, head tilting at the slightest of noises. Once safe in his apartment, he let her wander around while he carried everything up from the car and into his room. Upon entering the apartment on his trip up with her supplies, Kyle and Stan had already discovered Venus.
"Where the fuck did you find this ball of fluff?!" Stan cooed, rubbing her head while Kyle pet his back.
"Her name's Venus. She's Craig's dog." He explained, walking past to drop everything off in his room.
"You're dog sitting?" Kyle chuckled, looking up once Tweek walked back out.
"I mean, yeah! He asked me to, I don't see why that's such an issue."
"It isn't…just…peculiar." He teased, Tweek rolling his eyes as he sat in the recliner. Wendy came out of her room, blinking.
"Why is Craig's dog here?"
"Tweek's dog sitting." Stan and Kyle said at the same time, Tweek turning a dark red.
"He asked me to, okay?!"
"He didn't ask one of his friends?" She asked, sitting at the end of the couch closest to the recliner.
"I was surprised when he asked me, because I thought he would've asked Clyde or some shit." Tweek said, picking at a loose string on the sleeve of the NASA sweatshirt. There was a lull in the conversation, Wendy nodding her head slowly as she watched her boyfriend and Kyle play with Venus.
"He really likes you, Tweek." Wendy eventually said, Tweek blinking at how sincere yet serious she sounded. Unsure on how to respond, Tweek just swallowed hard, tugging the neck of the sweatshirt up to cover his face from the nose down. How could Craig like him? Sure, he's said it to his face, but that doesn't mean that can't change in the blink of an eye. He sounded so distant over the phone. Maybe he was trying to cover up the fact that he suddenly lost interest in Tweek? But then why would he ask him to watch Venus?! Why would he bound and gag him and fuck him like there was no tomorrow just last weekend?! Why would-
"Tweek?" With a sharp gasp, Tweek was thrown back into reality, blushing more as Kyle stared at him.
"I-yeah?" He breathed out, Kyle smiling sadly.
"You're overthinking again. Try to breathe for me, okay?" Thank god for Kyle, Tweek's unofficial therapist. Following his instructions, he breathed in for four seconds through his nose, and exhaled for six seconds out his mouth. He continued this process that Kyle taught him freshman year, eyes closing as he finally felt the anxious pins in his chest disappear. "There you go. What were you thinking about?"
"Craig…it's always Craig." He choked out, throat constricted with emotion. Tweek's mind is constantly filled with the thought of Craig. His stupid smile, those pretty eyes, the way he licks his lips when he's thinking of what to say, how he twirls his pencils still when teaching, the way he dresses, how he carries himself, how beautiful he looks when smoking a cigarette. It all seemed unfair to Tweek.
"What about him?" Stan gently asked, Tweek reaching out to pat Venus as she wandered past.
"Everything! I-I get this like…tight feeling in my chest whenever I think about him?" It came out more like a question than Tweek had hoped for, but his roommates understood.
"How else do you feel?" Wendy asked, Tweek swallowing hard.
"Like…I can be myself around him. I can-I can ask him anything. I think about the way his eyes crinkle when he thinks or when he licks his lips when he isn't sure what to say next. I think about how he smiles at me whenever he walks into the coffee shop and I-I think about how good it feels to kiss him. I think about all the ways he's made me laugh and all the ways I've made him laugh. I can't help the-the crushing feeling that sits on my chest whenever I'm with him and I-I get butterflies every single time I look at him! I-fuck-I don't know! He's always on my mind and it's so frustrating sometimes!" Tangling his fingers into his hair, Tweek pulled his legs up onto the recliner, burying his face between his knees. The room was silent, Tweek's shaky breaths the only sound heard. Slowly looking up, Tweek blinked as his roommates stared at him, small smiles on their faces. "W-What?" He whispered, too afraid to speak louder than that. Kyle glanced between Wendy and Stan, both nodding their heads gently towards him. The red head stood up, walking over and squatting down in front of the recliner and gently coaxing Tweek's hands out of his hair. The gentle smile Kyle gave him reassured Tweek that he was okay, but he blinked at the red head as he heard him speak.
"Tweek…you're in love."
It took Tweek Tweak exactly three months to fall in love with Craig Tucker. After Kyle told him he was "in love" Tweek immediately denied it. He wasn't even sure what love was. He's never felt that strongly about anyone, but that's exactly why Kyle said he was in love: because he's never felt this way about anyone. The thought kept him up all week, and when the following Tuesday rolled around, Tweek realized that he was most definitely, one hundred percent in love with Craig Tucker. Walking into class that day with Wendy, Kyle, and Stan not far behind, Tweek's face immediately heated up at the sight of Craig. His feet were propped up on his desk, usual red Converse replaced with dress shoes for once. Black pinstripe pants that stretched over his long legs beautifully, suspenders attached to them as Tweek followed the fabric up to his torso. A simple white dress shirt with a black tie stretched across his chest, and Tweek wanted nothing more than to have Craig fuck him in front of the class. Let everyone know that Tweek was Craig's, and Craig was Tweek's. Is he yours though? Shaking the intrusive thought away, Tweek silently slid the thermos across Craig's desk, walking immediately to his seat while making sure to swing his hips a little more. His phone immediately buzzed as he sat down, blinking as he tugged it out of his back pocket.
Fuck you, kid. I haven't seen you for a week and this is how you're gonna treat me?
Tweek glanced up from his phone, swallowing the whimper in his throat as he saw the look Craig was giving him. Reluctantly breaking the gaze, he sent a message back.
You're one to be talking. Do you know how badly I want you to fuck me over your desk right now?
Immediately turning his gaze back up front, Tweek bit his lip to stop from grinning as he saw Craig cover his mouth, dragging his hand down his jaw slowly.
Don't fucking do this to me.
What? You did this to me during the midterm. Payback's a bitch, isn't it, Mr. Tucker?
Tweek's heart was going a million miles a minute, well aware that Wendy could glance over at any moment and see him practically sexting their professor. Thankfully, Craig set his phone down, more than likely trying to calm himself before he has to stand up and teach. That's the beauty about all of this to Tweek: he's slowly learning what gets Craig off. A few minutes later, Craig stood up, Tweek swallowing hard once more as he got a full look at his outfit. It was agony, if he was being honest, sitting there and having to stare at Craig for the full hour and fifteen minutes. He didn't let them out early, partially because of the two classes they missed last week, and partially because Tweek knows Craig's doing this to piss him off. And man, was he getting pissed. When Craig finally let the class out, Tweek jumped a bit as he heard Wendy speak.
"We're gonna get some lunch if you wanted to join." She said, standing up. Tweek stood with her, slinging his backpack onto the chair to pack it up.
"I'm okay, thanks Wendy. I'm feeling tired and might go home and nap before doing some homework." He lied, shooting her a small smile. Wendy hummed, patting his head as she walked past.
"Sleep tight, cutie! Maybe we can get dinner tonight!"
"Sounds good!" He said, watching her leave with Stan and Kyle. The blonde made sure he was purposefully in the back of the line of kids making their way out of the room, Craig standing by the door and giving a nod to each student who wished him a good day. As Tweek approached the door, Craig reached a hand out, palm against his chest. Without breaking eye contact with Tweek, he slowly shut the door after the last student walked past him, Tweek letting out a shaky breath as he heard the soft clunk of the lock on the door. Slowly, Craig took a few steps forward, hand planted against Tweek's chest as the blonde backed up, letting his backpack fall from his shoulders as they walked. Neither said anything, but they knew what to do. Tweek gasped when his hips hit the edge of his desk, ears ringing as he hoped and begged that his fantasy would finally come true. Please, please, please fuck me over the edge of this desk. Placing his hands on Tweek's hips, Craig dug his fingers into the tender flesh, hoisting the blonde up onto the edge of the desk. He spread his legs apart, standing between them. Their faces were so close, Tweek able to smell his cologne as their noses bumped together. Silently, Craig ran his hands up under Tweek's sweater, eyes never leaving his as he tugged said sweater up with his traveling hands. Tweek got the idea, lifting his arms up so Craig could take it off. The raven haired man slowly took a step back, eyes raking over Tweek's body. A wave of insecurity came over Tweek, arms slowly wrapping around his stomach to hide the love handles he has.
"No." Craig practically growled, grabbing Tweek's wrists and tugging his arms away. The blonde blinked, eyes widening slightly as Craig eased him back onto the desk.
"C-Craig, I-"
"I haven't seen you for a week. I'm not letting you hide your body."
"But…why?" Tweek asked, Craig's façade faltering slightly when he heard how curious Tweek actually was. Humming into the quiet room, Craig leaned down, placing gentle kisses across Tweek's collar bone and chest. The blonde shivered underneath of him, his lips warm against his chest. Carefully, Craig tugged Tweek's shoes off, eventually doing the same for his pants and underwear after undoing his belt. God, I'm so exposed again. Squirming under Craig's touch, Tweek let out a nervous sigh, trying to enjoy the moment, but finding it hard.
"Hey," Craig's voice snapped him out of his daze, breath shaking as he felt Craig's hands slide up and down his sides. "You trust me, right?"
"…More than anything."
"So relax, okay? I got you. I promise." He whispered, left hand coming up to brush the hair off Tweek's forehead. The notion was so gentle, yet so intimate to Tweek, so he let the tension slowly roll off his shoulders as Craig resumed kissing at his body. He made his way down, moving lower and lower and even past Tweek's cock. It wasn't until Tweek felt the kisses on his thighs he realized Craig's destination. Looking down, Tweek whimpered slightly at the sight of the man between his legs, Craig's eyes half lidded as he stared back up at Tweek and kissed at his thighs. Strong, tan hands gripped tightly at the pale freckled skin, Tweek letting his legs drop over top of Craig's shoulders as he knelt down. A yelp escaped his lips as Craig grabbed him by his hips, tugging him closer to the edge of the desk. He started nipping lightly at the inside of his thighs, moaning softly against the skin.
"I just want to fucking worship you." Craig murmured, Tweek's eyes fluttering shut at those words. He tangled a hand into Craig's hair, encouraging him to do whatever he wanted at this point.
"T-Then do it. Please. Fuck, I've missed you so much." Tweek whispered, propping himself up on his elbow so he could watch Craig. The man laughed softly against his thighs, grip tightening on them as he looked up at Tweek.
"Want me to eat you out?" It was such an easy question to answer, but Tweek could only respond with a soft whine, his arm falling out from under him as he sprawled on his back. Grinning against his thigh, Craig's grip tightened even more, fingers digging into the delicate flesh as he pulled Tweek closer to him. He slowly slid his hands down, grabbing Tweek's ass and spreading his cheeks open. He took a moment to just look up at him, the blond's chest heaving from anticipation. It wasn't until Tweek slammed a hand over his mouth that Craig really knew that this kid was it for him. The muffled moans coming from him fueled Craig even more, tongue swirling around his rim gently.
"F-Fuck, oh god." The blonde mewled, the sounds adding to Craig's arousal. His tongue continued to work, dipping in gently as he moaned. He did this until his lips were flush with Tweek's skin. The sensation sent sparks up Tweek's spine, the blonde gritting his teeth as his back arched up off the desk. Tweek has only been given a rim job once, and it wasn't the best experience. Something about the way Craig does it…well, to put it simply, it was mind numbing. Craig could feel Tweek's toes curling against his back, pulling himself away slowly and kissing at Tweek's thighs again.
"Stand up." He growled, Tweek scrambling to stand as Craig did as well. Without a word, Craig spun Tweek around, hand planted firmly against his back as he pushed him forward. It was back: that sensation that over took Tweek a few weeks ago when Craig fucked him for the first time. A grin crawled across Tweek's face as he glanced back at Craig, his moans breathy but low.
"F-Fucking use my belt to whip me." Tweek demanded, Craig blinking suddenly.
"You-"
"Don't fucking ask questions, just do it." He whined, pressing his bare ass against Craig's clothed dick. The raven haired man grunted, pressing his hips forward to relieve some of his arousal. Quickly reaching down, Craig grabbed Tweek's discarded jeans, tugging the belt out of the loops before placing his hand gently on Tweek's ass. He hummed as he rubbed a hand over his right cheek, giving it a squeeze before taking a step back.
"You're so eager."
"Craig." Tweek whined, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the edge of the desk.
"What do you want?"
"P-Please…please just spank me with that belt."
"I want you to really beg." He purred, running the leather gently over Tweek's ass. The blonde whined, pressing his ass into the air more.
"G-god fuck, you're being such a dick! P-Please! P-Please just spank me!" He cried out, Craig slamming a hand over his mouth. He chuckled near his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to the shell of it.
"You have to remain quiet, okay? Don't want anyone hearing you, now do we?" Tweek let out a shaky breath over Craig's hand, nodding quickly so Craig would just hit him already. Closing his eyes, Tweek bit down hard on his lip, trying his hardest not to cry out in frustration as Craig refused to just hit-
"NNNGH!" Tweek moaned into his closed mouth, gripping the desk harder as he grinned a mischievous grin. The sound of the leather coming down on his ass will forever be in Tweek's mind, along with the sensation that it brought.
"You're such a good boy." Craig purred, bringing the belt down again. Tweek grinned even wider, right leg sliding as his knee gave out. He let out a giggle, sucking in a breath as he looked at Craig.
"Oh god, I love it when you praise me." He croaked out, lurching forward as Craig hit him once more with the belt. He dropped it to the floor with a clank, Tweek gasping as Craig grabbed his hips. Craig glanced down at Tweek's ass, angry red welts appearing. It was sensational. He leaned forward and kissed at the back of his shoulders, humming softly.
"Is that so?" He murmured, reaching down and un buttoning his pants. Oh god oh god oh fuck he's going to fuck me while I'm naked and he's fully clothed oh god. Tweek nodded, pressing his too hot face to the cool wood of the desk. "I'll have to keep that in mind." Craig murmured, Tweek gasping as he felt the heat of Craig's groin press against him. Whimpering softly, he glanced up at Craig.
"J-Just fuck me raw." He pleaded, legs shaking from anticipation. Tweek let out a whine, Craig slowly circling his finger around his entrance. He pressed his finger in as he tugged his underwear down, humming as the pressure from his pants on his cock was gone.
"Is that what you want, baby?" He asked, Tweek humming as he started fucking himself gently on Craig's finger. He continued to do this when Craig put a second finger in, prepping him.
"P-Please. Please, more than anything. I-I've missed you so much. I've thought about you all week." Tweek whimpered, reaching down to jerk himself off. Craig let him, just watching him for a moment before removing his fingers.
"Suck on my cock." Craig mumbled, Tweek whipping around and dropping to his knees. The sight as too much for Craig, a shaky breath escaping his lips. Tweek heard it, the blonde grinning up at him as he took Craig into his mouth. He listened to him curse, a strong hand tangling into Tweek's hair to guide his head. After a minute, Tweek realized that Craig was keeping him from taking all of him in. He doesn't remember I don't have a gag reflex. Pulling off with a soft pop, Tweek looked up at Craig, lips swollen, red, and covered in a layer of saliva.
"You trust me?" He breathed out, batting his eyelashes up at him. Craig swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "Then relax." Tweek purred, Craig grunting loudly as Tweek easily took his entire length into his mouth.
"Christ," Craig breathed out, watching Tweek's head bob up and down his length. It was the most incredible thing Craig had ever seen, even better than those outfits Tweek sent him over text weeks ago. Pulling on his hair, Craig thrusted his hips forward, Tweek moaning around his length. The vibration from Tweek's throat jolted through his entire body, head falling back as he let out a soft groan. Unable to take it anymore, he tugged Tweek off his cock, pulling on his hair again. "Up." He grunted, Tweek grinning as he stood up. Craig slid the hand in his hair down to Tweek's right wrist, grabbing it and spinning him around. He pinned said hand behind Tweek's back, bucking his hips forward as he pushed Tweek's face back into the desk.
"P-Please. Please. Please." The blonde begged, legs shaking slightly from anticipation. Craig hummed, sliding his cock between Tweek's cheeks gently. The warmth and weight of his cock was so good to Tweek, just wanting him to fuck him raw already.
"God, you're such a good boy." Craig murmured, leaning over him and pressing his clothed chest to Tweek's bare back. The blonde whimpered as he felt the tip of Craig's cock against his entrance, slick from his saliva still.
"'m-m your good boy." Tweek breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as Craig finally pushed himself into Tweek. Craig bit down gently on the back of Tweek's shoulder as he eventually bottomed out, groaning softly against the soft skin.
"That's right, baby." He murmured, Tweek grinning slowly as Craig started to fuck him, his movements slow at first. It felt nice that way. He hasn't seen Craig in over a week and hasn't fooled around with him in almost two weeks, so it was like they were rediscovering each other. Learning what makes each other squirm. All in the comfort of Craig's classroom and bent over his desk. Craig kept his right hand on Tweek's hip, fingers digging into the bone gently while his left hand tangled into the unruly blonde curls. The sensation of cloth hitting Tweek's bare ass was so exciting and new to them both, Tweek letting out soft little ah's as Craig continued to steadily increase the pace.
"M-More." The blonde breathed out, reaching his free hand back and grabbing Craig's ass. The raven haired man grunted, pulling on Tweek's hair as he fucked him harder. Craig stared at Tweek's face, watching his skin flush a darker red the harder he was fucked. A mischievous grin was on his face, his plump, pink lips parted as he panted and let out soft moans. You're so fucked, Tucker. Dropping his hand from Tweek's hair, he grabbed his other hip, gripping them tighter. Craig loved making him feel good. Craig loved holding Tweek close to him. Craig loved feeling Tweek under his fingertips. And suddenly, as he felt his orgasm approaching, Craig blinked as he realized something. Leaning down, he bit down on Tweek's shoulder once more, reaching down to stroke Tweek's neglected cock. As Tweek started panting Craig's name, Craig Tucker knew that his realization was correct: Craig loved Tweek. Swallowing the words that suddenly tried to escape his throat, he leaned up and pressed a kiss to the shell of Tweek's ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe.
"Cum, Tweek." He breathed out, the blonde slamming a hand over his mouth as he shouted. Craig screwed his eyes shut as he listened to Tweek's muffled shouts, dropping his head to the crook of Tweek's neck as he groaned, reaching his own climax. Tweek's legs gave out as he felt Craig spill himself deep inside of him, Craig quickly wrapping his right around Tweek's waist to keep him upright as he rode out his orgasm. It took everything within Tweek not to shout three simple words. Three words he so desperately wanted to say but wasn't sure if he should. I love you. As the air in the room started to settle, their bated breath filled the silent room, Tweek wincing slightly as Craig pulled out. The man behind him gently coaxed him onto the desk, letting Tweek fall forward against his chest. Resting his chin on top of Tweek's head, he wrapped his arms around him tightly, thumb running gently over the warm skin.
"T-Thank you." Tweek whispered into his neck, wrapping his arms around Craig's chest and gripping at his back. Craig craned his neck down, pressing a gentle kiss to Tweek's head.
"I missed you, kid." He murmured, keeping his face nuzzled into the soft curls. Everything is soft about him. Tweek hummed, nuzzling his nose into the side of Craig's neck.
"I missed you, too," He whispered back, closing his eyes. "How's your sister and Maura?"
"Both home now. They're both doing great."
"That's good," Tweek placed a light kiss at the delicate spot where Craig's neck met his shoulder, pulling his head back to look at him. "I can drop Venus off later tonight if you'd like."
"I would love that." Craig chuckled.
"Did you like the pictures I sent?"
"Adored them." He breathed out, Tweek grinning up at him. Craig felt his chest tighten at the simple sight, mind reeling. Tweek wiggled his way out of Craig's grip, tugging his clothes back on. Snapping out of his daze, Craig blinked as he tucked himself back into his pants.
"I hate to fuck and go, but I have some homework I need to get done before midnight," Tweek leaned up and pressed a kiss to Craig's cheek, the man smiling tiredly at him. "Give me a call when you're home, alright?" Craig simply nodded, Tweek turning and walking out the door. Swallowing hard, Craig sighed into the quiet classroom as he collapsed into his chair. Pulling out his phone, he slowly dialed his mom's number, closing his eyes as he pressed the glass to his flushed face.
"This is an unexpected call. Aren't you teaching?"
"Not for another hour or so…I…I um, slept with him again." There was a pause. Of course Craig told his mother about Tweek. Craig told his mother everything.
"Did…did you tell him?" Her voice was almost a whisper, the sounds in the background quieting. Craig assumed she left the room she was in to go to a quieter place.
"No…I didn't."
"If you're serious about this kid, Craig, you need to tell him."
"I know…I know, mom…I will." He mumbled, glancing up at the clock.
"How are you feeling?"
"Tired…angry." Craig pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.
"It's normal to feel that way." Laura assured him, but Craig let out a frustrated sigh.
"I'm just fucking pissed, ya know? Like, how do I tell a guy I just realized I'm in love with this terrible thing that will break his heart?"
NOTE: It's been a hot second, my friends! did you like that hint to the big plot point at the end there? ;) Ya'll are gonna wanna fucking kill me for this plot point, but I'm willing to die for this story ;) I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Ya'll have been sending me ask after ask about when they were going to fuck over a desk, so their reunion fuck was over the desk! This next week will be sparse probably with updates since I'm approaching finals week, but I am hoping to upload a few more times because I die from finals! Hope you enjoyed, and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!
