The hustle and bustle of the holidays were a blur to Tweek, especially when he had to spend Christmas evening packing for five days in Paris. He had a train back to the city at seven, meaning he'd be in his bed in his apartment by nine. Sitting on his knees, Tweek looked at the piles of clothing sprawled out on his floor while his parents sat on his bed. They each had a glass of wine in their hand, Tweek's wine sitting on the night stand.

"So…Paris." Richard said suddenly. The tone in his voice made Tweek laugh, the blonde beginning the process of selecting about eight outfits to wear.

"What about Paris, dad?"

"Just…you know, I want you to be safe and-"

"In which context?"

"Both, Tweek."

"Dad!" He whined, dropping his face into the pile of clothes next to him. Mary let out a laugh, her head lifting from Richard's shoulder.

"Well, it seems that this is a big step in your professional and personal life! We just want you to be…prepared."

"I-yeah, I got it!" Tweek squeaked out. He lifted up two skirts, biting his lip. "This one or this one?" He held one in each hand, his parents looking between each article of clothing with a careful eye.

"The brown." They said at the same time, Tweek giving a nod as he folded the brown suede skirt. Of course, he packed a few pairs of pants as well, but Paris…Paris is one of fashion capital of the world! He has to show off some of his fantastic outfits!

"What time is your flight?" Richard asked.

"Craig is picking me up at five am, so I think it's around eight in the morning?"

"Makes sense to me." Mary mumbled, finishing her glass of wine.

Tweek let out a huff as he looked at his bag, turning to the few pairs of shoes he wanted to bring: ankle boots, his Louboutin's, and dress shoes.

"I just…," He grabbed the Louboutin's, holding them gently in his hand. "He…bought me my shoes…" Tweek breathed out, laughing in disbelief. It still hasn't sunken in that he, Tweek Tweak, was the proud owner of Christian Louboutin red bottomed heels. He was the conversation of the restaurant they went to one night since a lot of the waitstaff were long time workers, all of them asking how his 'fancy new job was treating him'.

Tweek just stuck his legs out to show off his shoes.

They were his answer.

"I told you he was trying to say something." Richard said triumphantly, Mary swatting his arm.

"Please, you read what he said in GQ and suddenly you know exactly what the man is thinking.

"Guys are simple, Mary! It's obvious he was talking about Tweek in the article, especially after seeing those photos next to his words! I like this guy."

"Why, cause he's the richest man in Manhattan?" Tweek teased.

But Richard shook his head.

"No," He laughed, staring at his son for a moment. He watched him struggle to pack his shoes, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Because he makes you happy without even trying that hard."

It's been a long time since Tweek has woken up before five am.

There was a reason for that: he hated it.

But…it wasn't so bad, considering he walked downstairs to be greeted by Craig leaning against his car with a cigarette in his mouth and two cups of coffee in his hand. He raised one up in a silent cheer, Tweek smiling as he walked over slowly, suitcase rolling behind him.

"Isn't it my job to get us coffee?" Tweek teased. Craig snorted, passing the cup in his left hand over to Tweek.

"My job today," He plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, holding both his coffee and the cigarette in one hand before grabbing Tweek's suitcase. "Get in." Tweek gave a nod, getting in the passenger's seat while Craig put his luggage in the back with his. When he got in the car, Tweek couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.

"This is the nicest fucking car I've ever been in."

Craig chuckled, pulling away from the curb to head towards the airport. No one was on the roads, so they should get there no problem.

"Thanks?"

"No, seriously, is this a Corvette?"

"Mhm."

"Fuck." Tweek was grinning from ear to ear, Craig trying to steal glances from the corner of his eye as he drove. His excitement over something that Craig hasn't even thought about as exciting was refreshing, a chuckle falling from his lips as he inhaled on his cigarette. He spoke as he exhaled.

"So, when we land, it'll be about nine pm due to the time change. I have to wake up relatively early the next day, but you're free to do whatever while I'm in these meetings," Tweek nodded along to his words, sipping at his coffee. "I'm giving you a thousand Euros, so-" Craig jumped as Tweek choked on his coffee, the blonde coughing hard next to him as he set his coffee in the cup holder.

"A thousand?!" He cried out between coughs. Craig shrugged his shoulder, pausing a moment.

"Actually," Craig grabbed his wallet from the coin holder while they were at a red light, laughing quietly as Tweek shook his head. "Yes, don't argue with me."

"I'm not-no! I can't take your money!"

"Okay, fine, so take my card."

"Craig!"

"Tweek," His voice was stern, Tweek tensing up as he heard the tone. Craig held that very same credit card Tweek used months back between his index and middle finger. "Take the fucking credit card."

Well…seems there's no arguing with him.

Tweek swallowed hard, nodding as he plucked the card from his fingers and tucked it into his own wallet. Just don't fucking lose it, Jesus Christ, Tweek.

"…thank you." Tweek whispered. Craig glanced over at him, reaching over and giving his thigh a squeeze. The silence of the car made Tweek's gasp seem much louder than it was, but the touch…it wasn't sexual. It was calming, in an odd way.

"You're welcome."

They fell quiet after that, the coffee still needing to kick in. But once they got to the airport, they both walked close enough that their hands continuously brushed as they moved. The security process was relatively simple, but Tweek likes to think it's because people knew who Craig was, knew he was important and had priority. They got to sit in a lounge, one of those ones you have to clearly pay some sort of fee to be there. Tweek's never been to an airport, but he just knew this was a place for very important people. The chair was cushy, and it made him want to sleep, but he knew he couldn't. By the time he'd fall asleep, it would be time to board the plane at this rate. They killed their extra time by relaxing, Tweek biting his lip as he sent a text to Craig.

Whatcha looking at on your phone

Tweek watched Craig's face until he heard his phone buzz, the multicolored eyes of his boss slowly moving to look at him. He had an amused smirk on his face, a chuckle coming from him as he turned his attention back to his phone. After typing, he stared at Tweek until a vibration filled the quiet room.

Those pictures you sent me of you in the tub

Tweek's face turned a bright crimson, eyes darting up to Craig's face. His attention was already back on his phone, that fucker. Tweek hummed, scrolling through his phone until he found some pictures from that night that he didn't send. One was just of him, the headband in his hair discarded while his hand rested on his cheek. His shoulders were a little more exposed in this one, the freckles standing out due to the lighting from the candle. He sent it with one word as the caption, eyes immediately darting back to Craig's face.

Yeah?

It didn't take long before Craig inhaled sharply, teeth sinking into his knuckles as he tried not to stare over at the blonde next to him.

Are you…fucking serious?

What's the matter, big guy?

I just can't wait to be inside of you

It was an uneventful seven-hour flight to Paris.

Well, not quite uneventful, considering they were flying first fucking class.

Tweek tasted champagnes he didn't even know existed, tried the freshest of strawberries in the middle of December, and even got a soft blanket that he could keep afterwards. Both Craig and him slept for half the flight, making small conversation while watching a movie for the other half. (Some of Tweek's time was also spent staring out the window, the clouds and sun so spectacular at eye level). Once they got off the plane, a driver was waiting for them to take the pair to the hotel, which Tweek just could not believe. ("He was holding your last name up like in the fucking movies!")

The hotel was about ten blocks from the Eiffel Tower, Tweek staring up at the building with wide eyes as they got out. People were greeting them as they walked in, Tweek never expecting people to be holding doors for him. While Craig was checking in, Tweek took the opportunity to look around the lobby. His eyes were permanently the size of saucers as he tried to soak in everything around them. It made the receptionist laugh, the woman glancing to Craig.

"Your boyfriend seems excited."

Craig looked over his shoulder, biting back a smile as he chuckled.

He didn't even bother correcting her.

"It's his first time out of America."

"Well," She said. "I hope he enjoys his first time in Paris. You have the penthouse suit, which has an elevator that will drop you right in the living room. That elevator is right behind the desk down this hall. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Tucker."

Craig gave a curt nod, grabbing his back and walking over to Tweek who was speaking French with a bellhop…well…an attempt at French.

"I didn't know you spoke French."

Tweek jumped, letting out an embarrassed squeak as he turned to face Craig.

"I…don't? I, uh, took French in high school and-and never got to use it so…I'm trying."

Craig smiled at his words, looking to the bellhop.

"Merci de parler de lui."

Tweek tensed up as he heard Craig speak, mouth dropping open as the bellhop smiled.

"Tout le plaisir est pour moi, Monsieur Tucker."

"Que lest le meilleur endroit pour obtenir les éclairs?"

"Ah!" The bellhop pointed towards the door, hand hooking left. "Il y a une boulangerie au coin de la rue qui les rend frais tous les jours."

"Merci."

The bellhop gave a small nod, Tweek following Craig dumbly to the elevator as the taller of the two lead the way.

"You-you speak-?!"

"I took French in high school, too…and in college…and a little after."

"But-but you speak-!"

"Spanish? Yeah, I'm fluent in both."

Tweek swallowed hard as they entered the elevator, falling quiet after that. He totally didn't even register that Craig put a key in the elevator, causing it to lurch upwards.

"Um…what-what room are we staying in?" Tweek eventually asked, but he quickly shut up (again) as the elevator doors opened.

"Penthouse suit." Craig said everything so nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the most gorgeous and ginormous room he's ever been in. Tweek let his bag fall from his hand, body twisting as he tried to take in everything around him. Fingers tangled into blonde curls as a breathless laugh left his lips.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" He laughed, rushing to the windows. He tore the curtains open, screaming in delight as the Eiffel Tower, all lit up and beautiful, met his eyes. "This is insane!" Tweek jumped down from the ledge he was on, rushing into the bedroom. It had a balcony that overlooked the Eiffel Tower as well, king bed with the softest looking comforter on it. Attached was a bathroom that had a tub big enough for four, a shower that had a waterfall spout, and next to the bathroom was a walk-in closet.

A walk-in closet!

Tweek let out a choked laugh, turning to find Craig leaning against the doorway of the bedroom.

"I take it you're impressed."

"Impressed?! Craig, I'm flabbergasted! This-you didn't have to-!"

"Hey," Tweek froze at his voice. How does he have this much power over you? "I always like to stay in the penthouse when I travel. I wanted to get this place because I want your first time in Paris to be memorable. Got that?" Tweek nodded dumbly, Craig glancing over at the clock. "I need to try and get to bed, even though I'm wide awake." He grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed before grabbing a pillow, Tweek grabbing his wrist.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"…sleeping on the couch?"

"It's a king-sized fucking bed! Just hop in, dumbass!" Tweek laughed, kicking his shoes off before crawling up the length of the bed. Craig watched in awe as Tweek moved, breath caught somewhere between his chest and throat. Giving a small nod, he walked back into the living room to turn the lights off since it seemed they would both just be relaxing for the night after a long day of traveling. He grabbed both their bags and brought them into the room, setting them aside before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Do you care if I take my shirt off?" He asked, Tweek staring at his back. Tweek shook his head, but realized Craig couldn't see him, so he swallowed hard to wet his suddenly dry mouth.

"…not at all." He breathed out.

Craig gave a small nod before unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging the white fabric off his shoulders slowly. He rubbed at the back of his neck, letting his eyes close as he toed his shoes off. The bed shifted behind him, the sound of a zipper meeting his ears. Biting down on his lip, Craig hummed quietly as Tweek's hands gently brushed over his shoulders. The touch was gentle, meant to tease, meant to set a fire under his skin. Plump lips brushed over his neck, Craig grunting quietly into the darkness in front of him as the warmth behind him pressed against his back.

"Not tonight." Craig finally whispered. Tweek's hands didn't falter, a whine meeting his ear as Tweek let his hands fall on Craig's belt.

"Why not?"

"I have to wake up early."

Their voices were barely above a whisper, their breathing louder than their words. Craig turned, knee coming up onto the edge of the bed. Tweek had discarded his skirt, leaving him with black stockings that were tugged up to his thighs and a black turtleneck to match.

"Just this morning you were saying how you couldn't wait to be inside of me." Tweek breathed out. He grabbed at Craig's shirt, pulling him down on top of him. It was just like every single time they ended up like this: noses touching, lips brushing, breath intermingling, but lips never fully touching.

"And that's true," Tweek gasped sharply as Craig grabbed under his knees, tugging quickly so he tumbled onto his back. The taller man placed his legs against his chest, hands running over his thighs, calves, feet. Anywhere Craig could touch him. "But you're going to have to be patient, kitten." The words were said through his teeth, making Tweek squirm against the mattress.

"Maybe I don't want to be patient anymore," Tweek looked Craig up and down, fists curling into the white blanket under him as he arched his back slightly. "Daddy."

It was just a word, but it was a word that was said in such a way that it made Craig's body lurch. He let Tweek's legs drop to either side of his body, Craig's hips jutting down hard into Tweek's. It made the blonde cry out, Craig's hands curling into the comforter as he tried to maintain his composure. He couldn't break, not when he had such an important meeting in the morning. Was he incredibly hard? Of course, but he could feel Tweek's own erection against his hip. He knew he couldn't keep him waiting too much longer, but for now?

"Save it for tomorrow."

By the time Tweek woke up in the afternoon, Craig was well gone and off at his meeting. However, a note was left on the pillow by his face, Tweek rolling onto his back as he read it.

Meet me at the Eiffel Tower at 4:30. Hope you have a good day exploring. -CT

It still made Tweek smile that Craig signs his notes 'CT', as if anyone else would be leaving him notes on his bed. After a luxurious shower, Tweek opted to wear whatever outfit he would wear tonight since he wasn't sure what he would get up to today. Hopefully, he'd have time to stop at the hotel and drop off his shopping bags, because Tweek had a little plan in mind that he was hoping would really solidify his chances of getting fucked tonight.

His day consisted of going from one high end shop to the other, buying any outfit he tried on and that he felt suited him. Tweek didn't go batshit wild, still being conscious of what and how much he was spending. This wasn't his money, after all, and it felt sort of…sleazy to be spending it. Sure, Craig gave him his credit card, but he didn't say how much Tweek could spend.

Tweek was done shopping around two, which gave him plenty of time to go back to the hotel to drop off his new clothes. He changed his outfit around a bit, but not too much. There were just a couple of finishing touches he needed to add after shopping. He got a text a little after four from Craig, butterflies bursting in his vision and stomach as he read it.

I'm on the bridge in front of the tower. Meet me here when you can

I'm at the hotel, so be there soon!

Craig smiled as he saw the message, leaning against the stone of the bridge as he waited. He's been to Paris before, but it's been a very long time since he's last been here. He also has never been here with someone he's been dying to sleep with.

Or someone he's just dying to spend time with in general.

Craig just couldn't wait to finally fell those plump lips pressed against his, feel every inch of that body under his fingertips.

You need to stop before you get yourself worked up.

Almost fifteen minutes have passed now since he's texted Tweek and he knew the hotel wasn't that far from the Eiffel Tower. He was growing a little worried, but not that worried.

"Craig!" Turning his head, Craig felt his mouth drop open as Tweek was on the other end of the bridge, but he wasn't walking towards him. Oh no, he was riding on a little motorized scooter, the blonde stopping mere inches from Craig.

"What the hell did you find?" He laughed, Tweek grinning up at Craig after holding his phone over a little QR code.

"They're little scooters you can ride around the city! You just scan the code with the app and it's like…fifteen cents for every minute you're on it! I saw them when I was out earlier and wanted to ride one here! It-they're so fun!" Tweek explained. Both men paused after that, taking a minute to look at one another.

Craig wore black dress pants and shoes, simple white button up with a black tie adorning his torso. He paired it with a heavy weight black coat that reached his knees, Tweek swallowing hard. He imagined himself in that jacket, and he just knew it would reach the floor considering that Craig is a little over a foot taller than him.

Tweek wore a black pleated skirt that reached his knees, black stockings underneath to go with his Louboutin shoes. His sweater was olive green and he had a black bag that crossed his body under his jacket. Craig hummed in thought, gently tugging on the strap of the bag until the bag itself was exposed.

"You didn't come to Paris with this Louis Vuitton bag."

"Okay, well, you said to go shopping today, so I did!" Tweek said defensively, but Craig didn't seem upset. In fact…he seemed happy that Tweek bought a designer bag today. "Oh!" Tweek reached into said bag, tugging out his wallet and passing Craig's card back over to him. "Thank you…I-I mean it."

Craig chuckled low, taking the card back and nodding behind him.

"You're welcome. Now come on," He held his hand out, Tweek's face bursting with color as he stared at Craig's face. "We have dinner reservations."

"Nothing is simple with you, is it?"

"What makes you say that?" Craig asked, sipping at his wine.

"Craig," Tweek breathed out, setting the menu down. "We're eating at Eiffel 51."

Craig looked around him dramatically, Tweek rolling his eyes as he watched.

"Are we? Is that where we're at? Shit, I had no-ow!"

"I don't need your smartass comments." Tweek giggled, Craig rubbing at his shin under the table. He shot a playful look at Tweek, grin crawling across his face.

"Which food combination you gettin', wise guy?"

"Hmm…dunno. I might just get whatever you get. I trust your judgment with this kind of thing." Tweek admitted. Craig gave a small nod, deciding to order for the both of them when the waiter came back around. It was a bit of an ordeal getting to the restaurant, seeing as you have to take an elevator that shows you getting farther and farther away from the ground. Craig?

Craig thought he was going to die.

But…that isn't even the worse of it.

"Just so you know, after dinner we're going to the summit."

Tweek blinked, hiding his mouth under his hand.

"Craig, you could barely take the elevator to the restaurant."

"Well who the fuck designed it so you can see your impending doom?" He hissed between his teeth, Tweek tossing his head back with laughter.

"I thought it was fine! It gave us a good view of the city!"

"I can't focus on the city when my palms have turned into the god damn Trevi Fountain! Here, touch!"

"Ew, no I don't want to touch your gross palms!"

"Do it, come on." Craig said between laughter, reaching across the table. Tweek shrunk away, trying not to laugh.

"No!"

"Fine," Craig quickly put his hands in his lap, sliding it under the table to touch Tweek's knee. The blonde gasped, glaring at Craig with his mouth agape. "See I told you!"

"Get your wet palms off my knee!" He giggled out. Craig grinned at him, tugging his hands back to his lap.

"I can't help it!"

Their appetizers came out not long after that, the couple falling quiet as they ate. They were savoring each and every bite, Tweek humming as he decided to break the silence.

"How was your meeting today?"

Craig held a finger up as he chewed, shrugging his shoulder.

"Fine. I tasted some blends and talked to the manufacturer about the steps to take to brew the blend in the states to cut import costs."

Tweek hummed as he listened, swirling the wine in his glass around.

"Sounds very professional of you." He slowly uncrossed his legs under the table, careful as to not bump Craig's leg.

"It was, smart ass." Craig snorted. The waiter came over a few minutes later with the main course, Tweek humming as he "accidentally" let his napkin slide off his lap.

"Fuck, my napkin fell," He muttered, looking under the table. "Hey, it's closer to you, can you grab it for me?"

"Yeah, sure." Craig said, ducking his head under the table. Tweek bit down on his lip, lifting the two wine glasses on the table off the table top as Craig ducked down. As Craig grabbed the napkin, he couldn't help but notice the spread of Tweek's legs. He had pulled his skirt up enough to show off his stockings, snugly squeezing on his thighs. Garter belts attached at the top, and as Craig's eyes followed the black belt up Tweek's milky thigh, he hit his head on the table as he saw he was wearing black lacy panties. The collision made him let out a shout, hand on the back of his head as he emerged from under the table cloth. Tweek was biting his lip at him, holding Craig's wine out to him. He planned this. He fucking planned this. He knew I'd hit my fucking head, that fucking sneak. Craig let out a shaky breath, taking the wine glass from Tweek slowly.

"What's the matter?" Tweek's voice was inviting, teasing, and oh so playful as he stretched his leg out. His foot rubbed against Craig's ankle, but Craig wasn't letting him get to him. Well, he was getting to him, but he wouldn't let Tweek know that.

"When did you buy those?"

"Today. Your money bought them." Tweek purred, turning his attention onto his entrée.

The words were making Craig's spine tingle with desire, fingers barely able to hold his knife and fork. He just had to make it a few more hours. A few more hours and they'll be back at the hotel staying up until the ass crack of fucking dawn because Craig didn't have another meeting until the following day. They could fuck all night if they chose to, and Craig couldn't fucking wait. The conversation was playful, flirty even, as they ate the rest of their dinner. Their ankles were hooked together under the table, the seclusion the table cloth offered an added bonus. The dinner was one of the bests Tweek has ever had, if not the best. But as they stood, Tweek noticed a shift in Craig's demeaner. He was rubbing his hands over the front of his jacket once it was on, acting as if there were wrinkles on it. There were none, but Tweek recognized that behavior: Craig was anxious.

"I, um, we can-we can head to the summit now, if you-"

"Hey," Tweek stopped them before they got to the elevator line, taking Craig's wrists in his hand. "I'll be with you the entire time, okay?" His voice was so soft, so sincere, and so kind as he whispered those words. Craig couldn't believe that Tweek was an actual human being he got to spend each and every day with.

"I-" He swallowed hard, glancing over as the elevator showed up. "Y-Yeah."

They had to take two elevator rides to reach the summit.

They got on the same elevator they rode up to the restaurant to take them up to the second level, and Craig could admit that the second level wasn't that scary. He felt secure here, felt that this was doable. They took a lap around the level, Craig's nerves slowly but surely melting away.

But then they reached the second elevator.

It was small and only meant to hold about fifteen people, but thankfully, it was just Tweek, him, the elevator operator, and another couple.

The elevator lurched up, Tweek hearing the soft whine in Craig's throat.

"Hey-hey, look at me." Tweek put a hand on Craig's cheek, forcing him to rip his eyes away from view the elevator offered.

"Tweek, I can't-"

"Craig Tucker, you are six foot seven! You are the tallest man I know!"

"Tweek, just because I'm-I'm six foot seven, that doesn't mean that makes this any less terrifying." Tweek had to bite back a smile as Craig's voice cracked at the end, the blonde feeling him tense under his hand each time the elevator made a clicking noise. It was just to signify it passed a certain point on the tower, but to Craig, it was a death toll. Finally, finally, after about a minute, they made it to the summit. Thankfully, they entered on an inside level, giving Craig time to catch his breath and calm the heartbeat in his hands, ears, throat, and feet.

"You-I'll be out in a minute." Craig whispered to Tweek. The blonde frowned, giving Craig's hand a squeeze.

"I can wait-"

"No-no go ahead. I'll be out, I promise," Craig assured, shooting him a weak smile. Tweek went to protest, but Craig covered his mouth with his hand. "Go." His voice was a whisper at this point, hand shaky in Tweek's, but Tweek knew there was no convincing Craig. There never was a way to convince him.

Giving Craig a warm smile, Tweek gave his hand one last squeeze before taking the small flight of steps up to the outside, leaving Craig to himself. He needed to snap out of it. He really, really needed to snap the fuck out of it. Sure, they were over one thousand feet in the air, but…Tweek was here. The one person he'd want to be here with was here. Yeah, but if you fell, that means six feet seven inches plus about one thousand feet. You'd be so dead! You're dead! If I fall from this height, I'm dead! He's been standing at the bottom of the steps for two minutes now, ball of nerves stuck in his throat. Come on, Tucker. Come on. Slowly but surely, Craig ascended the stairs leading to the outside. The wind hit his face first, taking his breath away as if he was a newborn fucking baby. Don't stop. Keep going. You can do it. It was just like that song from that one Christmas movie his dad always liked to watch: 'put one foot in front of the other'. It's all he could do. Eventually, Craig found himself out of railing, meaning he now had to walk forward out onto the platform. There were a bunch of people all around him, Craig whining once more as he emerged onto where everyone else was. He leaned his back to the wall, the view breathtaking in more than one way.

It was beautiful, no doubt about it, but why did it have to be so fucking high up?!

The sun was setting, and Craig knew he needed to make it around the platform at least once to see the city all the way around. Taking shaky breaths through his nose, Craig kept one hand on the wall as he started the pain staking process of taking a lap around the platform. He tried to look out at the view, but he could only focus on his feet. Craig would glance up every now and then, searching for the real sunshine he wanted to find. Each and every time he averted his eyes away from his feet, a gasp left his mouth. He couldn't help it. He felt so weak, like such a fucking baby, but…his sunshine.

His sunshine was there.

His sunshine was pressed against the protective grating, eyes bright with wonder as he looked out at the sunset over the city of Paris.

Everything started to blend together after he let his eyes fall on Tweek.

His gaze never left the back of Tweek's head, hand slowly leaving its place on the wall. His body was on autopilot, body numb as he got closer and closer to the man he's been falling so madly for.

Craig wasn't sure when he reached Tweek, but all he knew was when Tweek turned to face him as his hand rested on his shoulder, Craig knew he was a fucking lucky man.

"You did it!" Tweek breathed out, eyes bright and optimistic as he held onto Craig's hand. His tongue felt heavy, his mouth too dry as he realized that as he stared at Tweek, he could see straight down to the ground. Was the platform tilted?! It feels like it!God, this was horrifying.

But…Tweek was keeping him grounded.

It didn't seem so scary with his hands in his, didn't seem so daunting with Tweek standing here, didn't seem so lonely with Tweek-

Craig stared at Tweek's face, breath stuck in his lungs as he continued to try and find the words he so desperately needed to say.

…Maybe…words aren't needed right now.

Slowly, Craig plucked his hands free from Tweek's. He let them settle on his cheeks, forehead dropping down to meet his. Their noses brushed, breath intermingled, but this time?

This time Craig closed that gap.

The breath he's been apparently holding slowly released through his nose, one hand dropping down from Tweek's face to rest on the small of his back. Their lips moved slow, treasuring the moment they've both been dying to experience for what has felt like months now. Tweek let out a quiet little hum, hands coming up to tangle into Craig's hair. He pushed lightly on the back of Craig's head, signaling him to kiss him harder, deeper, longer. Craig got the hint, tongue poking lightly at Tweek's lips. It felt so right, like something they clearly should have done a long time ago, but the wait? Fuck, the wait was worth everything. Tweek took a step closer, sighing into the kiss as their lips parted. Craig's tongue was heavy in his mouth, but he wasn't sloppy, oh no. Craig was meticulous with each and every movement of his lips, Tweek's head spinning as he tried not to get too drunk off the sensation. Hands dropped lower, squeezed a little harder, moved a little slower as no space could be seen between the two men at this point. Tweek was surprised Craig hasn't pulled away to adjust his neck, considering how low he had to duck his head to meet Tweek's lips, but Craig wasn't willing to pull away it seemed. A hand rested under Tweek's chin, the blonde gasping as he chased after Craig's lips once he pulled back slowly. Craig took a moment to stare at Tweek, noticing how swollen, spit covered, and red his lips were. It wasn't the heights that were taking his breath away anymore; it was Tweek. His fucking secretary, his sunshine, his (and dare he say it) best friend. A breathless laugh escaped his lips, hands dropping down to rest on Tweek's ass. The blonde let out his own little laugh, foreheads falling together again as Craig gave a firm squeeze to Tweek's ass. Each and every word was being pulled out of him due to the lack of air in his lungs, but he meant them.

Craig abso-fucking-lutely meant what he said to Tweek

"When are we going to get out of here so I can fuck you already?"

NOTE: owo

i think ya'll know what's coming next chapter ;))))

(also give the title song a listen it's one of my current favorite songs!)

Hope you enjoyed and any feedback is appreciated! See ya in the next, long awaited update!