Creek
Obviously Oblivious
A/N: The new final fantasy has such amazing graphics O: it's like OMGLOOK AT THE GRAPHICS!! Plus the winey kid has like, a super wine face.
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Craig ruffled the blond hair and smirked at the slight yelp that the boy gave and the mild pink flush on his cheeks. Tweek teased, clearly confident that he wouldn't be smacked, and only flipped off. They sat closer, ever so slightly, and their shoulders brushed. Craig's hand found Tweek's back to guide him when there was a crowd. Tweek's hand found Craig's knee when Cartman was pissing him off. Clyde was clearly avoiding these things like the plague, only occasionally stifling a laugh or grimace at certain things they did or said.
Token's eyes narrowed as he glanced between his friends, one week later. Nothing had changed, and Clyde looked like he knew something. Something important.
It was at lunch that Wednesday that Token decided to probe the fair skinned boy about what was going on.
Token slipped up behind the brunet in the lunch line, despite his lunch from home. "Something odd happened."
"I agree," Clyde said, as the chef piled some chips on his plate.
"Something's changed."
Clyde nodded, clearly distracted. "I agree."
"You know something."
"I agree-wait what?!"
Token raised a brow. "You know something. Something that's going on with Tweek and Craig."
Clyde turned to his food, biting his lip. "I thought you didn't want any part in it?"
"So you do know something."
Clyde looked ready to burst.
"Tell me."
"Okay so I kind of might have heard Craig ask-"
Token put his hand over the boy's mouth. "Tell me, not the whole world."
Clyde grinned sheepishly, moving to an empty table. "Ask Tweek if he could kiss him."
"You sure you heard right?!" Token asked, looking slightly horrified. Clyde nodded confidently. "What did Tweek say?"
"Yes."
Token opened his mouth but Clyde shushed him quickly with a. "We should so watch Nightmare on Elm Street this weekend!"
"Ngh! No!" came a loud shout from behind Token. "It looks sc-scary!"
Craig moved round the table and sat next to Clyde. "I totally want to see it."
Tweek smacked his coffee flask on the table, sucking in a breath of air. "I am not going!"
Token patted the boys arm, calming him slightly. "Don't worry, if it's too much we can leave and let those two watch with Red."
"You'd leave me with Red and Clyde?" Craig asked, flipping the two off. "Assholes."
"I'm amazed you wouldn't expect that."
Craig huffed slightly as Red sat down on the other side of Clyde with her lunch, smiling happily. "What you guys talking about?"
"Nightmare on Elm Street, you in?" Craig asked. Red lit up. "Four against one dude, looks like we're going whether you like it or not."
Tweek yanked at his hair. "Pressure!"
Craig leaned across the table and slapped the boy's wrists, making him clutch the flask. Red nudged the brunette's arm and glanced at the two, smiling dreamily.
"I'm going for a cigarette," Craig announced about five minutes later, eyes locked on Tweek. Tweek stood and followed the boy closely.
"They really kissed?"
Clyde cringed and Token rolled his eyes at the girl. "I don't know! I didn't follow them to see!"
Red sighed happily. "I think we should. It would help us set them up."
"What do some girls find so attractive about two guys kissing?" Clyde muttered.
"Well, I'm not following. You two can," Token said with a smirk.
Clyde looked horrified.
"Oh, please Clyde!" Red said, large brown eyes looking up at the boy, gripping his arm. "It would mean so much to me!"
Clyde looked horrified. "Okay?"
"Thank you Clyde, I owe you one!" the girl squealed. "Operation, T plus C is moving forward!"
She ran off, leaving her tray, and found Wendy and Bebe. Clyde looked at the table, frozen. And horrified. Token chuckled in amusement.
"I can't believe you just agreed to that."
Clyde looked horrified. Token made a whipping sound.
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Tweek walked home with Craig again that day, smiling happily to himself. Craig was next to him, bag hanging over her shoulder. About half way, he felt Craig's hand slip into his own, the larger fingers lacing with his own. He glanced at the boy out the corner of his eyes, the taller staring straight forward with a flush adorning his face. Tweek stepped slightly closer to the boy, watching the flush grow.
Craig stopped, tugging on Tweek's hand, causing the boy to spin round. Craig's hand caught Tweek's waist smoothly and their body's aligned. An arrogant smirk followed his blush, and Tweek looked rather surprised.
Chapped lips hit swollen moist ones.
"Huh?" Tweek said intelligently, blinking as they separated.
"I'm trying to seduce you into going to Nightmare on Elm Street," Craig explained. "Is it working?"
A pause. "No, to-totally not. Try again."
Craig smirked and unlaced their hands, moving his to hold the back of Tweek's neck, pulling him forward and pressing their lips together, catching Tweek in a gasp. He hesitantly let his tongue slide into the other's mouth, brushing the tips of their tongues.
"What about now?"
"Again..."
The taller boy ruffled the blonde's hair; leaning down to whisper in is ear. "I can show you much more when we get somewhere less open."
"Pressure!" Tweek stressed, hands clutching at the fabric of Craig's shirt.
There was a thud.
"Wha-what was-?!"
Craig covered Tweek's mouth, chuckling in his ear. "That was the sound of Clyde fainting."
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"Clyde?" Red questioned quietly, scared to attract the other two's attention. "Clyde? Are you okay?"
"Huh...?"
She knelt next to him, moving his head to her knees and feeling his forehead. "Wake up, sweetie."
"What happened?"
"You just fainted," she replied. "After Craig and Tweek..."
"Please don't mention that."
Red smiled softly. "Thank you for coming with me, if you need anything-!"
"Date me."
She flushed a bright red. "Wha-what?!"
He rubbed his temples. "Fainted dude, quieter."
"S-sorry..."
"Go on a date with me," Clyde said. "I'll regret this when I'm fully awake."
Red bent down, pecking the boy lightly on the lips. "I hope not."
He grinned brightly, making the girl laugh.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" came an ominous voice from above. The two looked up to see Craig smirking slightly, looking down at them. Tweek was behind him, face lit up brightly. Red smiled, slightly embarrassed. "Peeping Toms? Bush lovers?"
"Fuck off, Craig!" Clyde snapped. "Go back to making out with your boyfriend!"
This time, it was Craig who blushed. "He's not my boyfriend."
Red frowned slightly. "Then what was with that kiss?"
"You two were following us, Clyde deserved it," Craig replied. "Why were you following us?"
"I heard you ask Tweek to kiss you."
"I-I don't," Tweek swallowed a lump in his throat. "I don't li-like Craig that-ngh-way. We're friends."
"Friend's don't kiss," Clyde pointed out. "What was that?"
Craig raised a brow and flipped the boy off. "Two friends with sexual tension between each other releasing it. Not two fags kissing."
Red smirked. "Does that mean you've gone further than that, Craig?"
Tweek almost screeched.
"Come on, dude. Let's leave these two to have bush sex," Craig muttered, flipping the two off and turning, walking down the street. Tweek hesitated, but followed.
Craig was getting curious. Ever more curious. He liked things nice and boring, but these emotions- these feelings, kept attacking his brain. When they reached Tweek's house, he stepped in and pushed the boy against the wall, searching his eyes. Tweek jumped, mouth clamped shut so not to make a noise, confusion and slight fear all over his face. Craig tilted his head and kissed Tweek's jaw lightly before moving forward more, leaving a trail to below the boy's ear.
"Cr-Craig! My mum-!"
"Shush," Craig muttered into the other's ear. "Experiment."
Tweek shut his eyes and shivered, his head automatically inclining to allow Craig more access. Craig glanced at Tweek's flushed face before continuing down his neck and to his pulse, nipping at it. Tweek wriggled, trapped in the space Craig gave him against the wall, hands twitching and sliding against the wall. Craig's eyes narrowed and he sucked.
The taller of the two was shocked when Tweek's shaking hands grabbed his hair, yanking his head up and crushing their lips together, back arching to brush their stomachs. Craig smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms round Tweek's waist, moving them as his hair was let go and his jacket was pushed off, falling to the floor with grace, ignored by its owner. Craig decided he liked this slightly more forceful Tweek.
"Je-Jesus," Tweek muttered, pulling back and panting slightly, licking his lips. "Sorry..."
"Don't apologise," Craig whispered huskily into the other's ear. "I thoroughly enjoyed myself."
Tweek writhed some more.
Craig bit his lip as his heart pounded in his head, lungs sucking in air. His hairs stood up on end and all he wanted was more.
More, more, more.
Just as he was about to lean in, Tweek's phone went off, causing a jump. Tweek shakily took it out his pocket, answering the call.
"He-hello?" his eyes widened slightly. "Ken-Kenny! What's wrong?"
Craig smirked and stepped closer to the boy, his fingers toying with the hem of Tweek's shirt, his fingers brushing against the pink skin, his breath whispering along a bright cheek.
"I-I haven't started it ye-yet," Tweek said with tremors in his voice as he tried to push Craig away with a glare. Craig grabbed the arm and twisted it round his back, trapping Tweek between him and the wall, his back pressing against Craig's chest. "Ack!"
Craig kissed the soft neck.
"No-no, nothings wr-wrong-pressure-Ken-Kenny, just-" he cleared his throat, wriggling constantly to try escape. "-Just stubbed my-my toe."
Craig let out a shallow moan as the boy grinded against him.
"Ah-That?!" Tweek laughed nervously, freezing. "That was nothing! Wha-what are you talking a-about?!"
Craig put his lips against the phone, speaking with a clouded mind. "Tweek is preoccupied. Ring back later," he threw the phone to the floor. "Nightmare on Elm Street or I'm leaving."
"I'll go."
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Kenny stared at the phone in surprise, looking bemused. Kyle came to the counter Kenny was behind with a soda, looking concerned. Stan and Cartman followed.
"What's wrong, baby?" Kyle asked.
Kenny looked up at them all. "I think Tweek's getting laid."
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Kivea: I know, its shorter than usual, but I've had MAJOR writer's block.
Love you all!
Ja ne ~
Kivea
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