Leaving Paris was one of the hardest things Tweek ever had to do, and he had to come out of the closet.

The eight-hour flight home wasn't enough time with Craig. Sure, they just spent the past week together, but Tweek needed as much time as possible with Craig in order to catch up on months of what he feels is lost time.

All those months of sexual tension, those months of longing to be with Craig, those were months Tweek could've spent at Craig's side. In a way, he did spend it at Craig's side, but not in the way he wants to be.

Their week was filled to the brim with food, wine, sightseeing, relaxation, and sex. God, the sex.

Does he tell Bebe about this?

Should he tell Bebe about this?

The abrupt stop of Craig's car snapped him out of his daze, looking up to realize that they were outside his apartment. Tweek wasn't quite sure what to say, considering everything that transpired this week wasn't nothing. In fact, it was absolutely everything to Tweek and he knew it meant just as much to Craig.

"Craig, I-" Tweek gasped as he was cut off, lips pressing gently to his. He found his tense shoulders relaxing, Tweek slowly allowing himself to melt into the kiss.

"Thank you." Craig mumbled between them. The words surprised Tweek, the blonde blushing as he pulled back enough to look at Craig.

"You're thanking me?"

"Yeah. Should I…not have?"

"Well, I should be thanking you!"

Craig snorted, hand resting on Tweek's cheek lightly as he let his thumb brush over the tinted skin.

"You know it was my pleasure, kitten. Besides, it was worth every penny."

"…Craig, you are aware that I went to Europe with one suitcase and came back with two."

Craig hummed at the statement, letting his hand slide so it rested under Tweek's chin.

"I'm aware."

Tweek grinned up at the man across from him, Craig shooting a smile back before pressing a few more gentle pecks to his lips.

"I should get going." Tweek muttered.

"Mhm." Craig hummed, but made no effort to stop pressing kisses to Tweek's lips. Finally, Tweek knew he had to rip the band-aid off and gently pulled away.

"Bye Craig." He found himself whispering, blushing hard as he opened the door.

"Bye Tweek." Craig said between soft laughter, leaning back in his seat as he waited for Tweek to get his bags out of the trunk. A knock on the window got his attention, mismatched eyes rolling as he rolled it down so Tweek could talk.

"Can I um…say anything about us to Bebe and my parents?"

Craig blinked.

He hadn't considered that, seeing that the past week had just been Tweek and himself.

Craig had forgotten he had a world outside of Tweek.

"Hmm," He ran a hand down his face, his lower lip tugging down with the movement of his hand as he thought. Letting it snap back into place, Craig looked over towards Tweek. "Well…she's gonna find out anyways…and of course tell your parents."

"Okay! And ah…fuck, never mind."

"Wait, what-?"

"Have a safe New Year's Eve!" Tweek quickly shouted over his shoulder, shuffling over into the apartment complex with his suitcases. Leaning against the main door, Tweek waited until he heard Craig's car drive off before moving. He couldn't seem to settle his heart as he made his way to the beat-up service elevator, chest constricted as he slid the little gate shut.

You couldn't have just asked him. God dammit, Tweek! It was so fucking simple! You couldn't do it! The little ding of the service elevator made Tweek gasp, hands gripping onto the luggage handles after tugging the gate back open and closed. Everything about the past week was so magical, so…unreal that Tweek was almost happy to be back home. Although the Eiffel Tower wasn't there to greet him, there was always-

"Tweek!"

Bebe's arms wrapped tightly around his neck, both blondes grinning as they were finally, finally back together.

"Hi my love!"

"Oh my god I missed you so much! How was your fucking holiday?! How was PARIS?! Fuck, there's so much we need to catch up on!" Bebe rambled. Tweek let out a laugh, nodding down to the two bags in his hands.

"Let me set my things down first and get a shower, I feel so gross from the flight."

Bebe blinked as he grabbed one of the bags, quickly grabbing his wrist and looking more closely at the bag.

"I didn't know you had a Burberry suitcase."

Tweek blushed as he was already discovered by Bebe. He should've expected it honestly, but he didn't think she'd be this good at figuring him out.

"I um…I didn't. Got it in Paris."

"Why?"

The excitement was about to burst out of him at this rate, Tweek rocking on his heels as he pursed his lips.

"Um…Craig got it for me." He let out an oof! as Bebe slapped his arm hard, Tweek's eyes widening.

"Shut up! You're kidding!"

"And, um…well, c'mere," He breathed out, nodding towards his room. Once they were in his bedroom, Tweek placed the Burberry suitcase on his bed, unzipping it slowly. "He also…bought me all of this."

With a flick of his wrist, the suitcase fell open, Bebe practically stumbling backwards at the sight. Designer shoes, bags, shirts, pants, jackets, and WAIT-

"LINGERIE?!" Bebe practically screamed, grabbing hold of the delicate pink robe and set beside it. Tweek couldn't help the laughter that started tumbling from his lips, hands coming up to hide his face as Bebe grabbed onto his wrists.

"Bebe, this past week was incredible." Tweek said breathlessly. Bebe moved his hands away, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

"Did…did you two-?"

"Yes."

Bebe blinked, eyes widening as she grinned.

"Tweek, oh my god."

The words made Tweek smile, eyes lingering over towards the suitcase filled to the brim with items he's always dreamed of owning. Craig didn't have to buy him anything, didn't have to give him his fucking credit card each day before he left for meetings, but he did.

Craig Tucker royally spoiled him for the past week both inside and outside of the bedroom and Tweek couldn't seem to shake the feeling that seemed to linger from his body. Not that he wanted to. This sensation of being treated like a goddamn king has been the most incredible feeling and Tweek wasn't ready to let it go.

"I…Bebe, the way he treated me…I didn't think I'd ever get that." Tweek admitted quietly. Bebe blinked as she looked up from looking through some of the clothes in the suitcase, her lips turning up into a small smile.

"You deserve everything, you know. You work hard and deserve to have a rich boyfriend to buy you things every now and then and show you just how sexy you are."

Boyfriend.

That's the big question Tweek didn't get to ask Craig. He wouldn't tell Bebe that for now, but he just smiled and nodded for now. But the question still lingered in the back of Tweek's mind for the rest of the evening:

Is Craig his boyfriend?

His last few days off consisted of catching up on sleep and trying to kick this jet lag, but Tweek enjoyed his time off work, nonetheless. Sitting with Bebe and telling her everything (and he does mean everything) about Paris was how he spent most of his first full day back, but the second day he decided to give his parents a call in between naps to catch them up on everything (but he doesn't mean everything). They were happy that Craig and him decided to try a new kind of relationship between them, but Tweek didn't have the heart to tell them he wasn't quite sure what his current relationship status with Craig actually was.

The question bounced around his brain on his final day off, Tweek wanting so desperately to call Craig and just ask him if they were exclusive or not, but he didn't. He'd see him the next day anyways and he wasn't sure if Craig was with his family or not, so he opted to wait.

But his first day back?

Tweek found himself sitting at his desk before Craig arrived, as per usual, but when his boss arrived…there was a new addition to their routine.

One that almost made Tweek drop dead on the spot.

As Craig rounded the corner around nine, Tweek gave him a big smile since the mere sight of Craig now was enough to make his stomach jump to his throat.

"Good morning, s-mmph!"

Craig ducked his head down, cutting Tweek off midsentence with a kiss. It wasn't just a light kiss, there was some intensity behind it, and boy, did Tweek nearly melt into a puddle at Craig's feet. Sighing into the kiss, Tweek let his body relax as a hand came up and cupped his cheek, their lips parting with an audible smack.

"Morning." Craig muttered, brushing his nose past Tweek's before heading into his office. The intensity of the not-so-simple good morning kiss left Tweek breathless, staring at the spot where Craig's face just was with wide eyes. Well…I could get used to that. Running his hands down his face, Tweek stood and went down the hall to get Craig's first cup of coffee, returning a few minutes later with said mug in hand. He gently knocked on the door before pushing it open a crack, the blonde blushing as Craig was sitting at his desk already.

"I got your coffee, sir."

Craig gave him a small smile, chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"You can just call me Craig now, you know."

"Oh! Are…are you sure?" Tweek asked, setting the coffee mug on Craig's desk. Suddenly, warm hands were on his hips, Tweek gasping quietly as he was tugged closer by Craig. His boss guided him gently until he was leaning against the desk between his legs, Tweek finding himself smiling as Craig let his hands run up and under the sweater he was wearing.

His thumbs rubbed small circles into Tweek's hips, the blonde humming in content at the contact.

"Of course, Tweek. You…do remember that I was inside of you, right?"

Tweek felt his face heat up at the words, swatting at Craig's shoulder. "Craig…"

"Just double checking." The raven-haired man chuckled, leaning forward so his forehead rested against Tweek's chest. Tweek couldn't help but let his fingers play with the hairs at the base of Craig's neck, listening to him sigh in content at the touch.

"You have a few meetings today, but they're pretty much all internal. Cartman and Kyle are coming in at three." Tweek said quietly. Craig gave a nod, tilting his head up so his chin now rested on Tweek's chest.

"Clear your schedule at two then."

"Why?"

Tweek yelped as Craig's hands slid down to his ass, giving a firm squeeze.

"I need some sort of release before dealing with Eric Cartman for who knows how long."

Greeting Eric Cartman and Kyle Broflovski after a not so quickie that involved him bent over Craig's desk was…not ideal. Sure, the sex was great, but he knew his disheveled hair and red cheeks gave away what he was doing just moments prior. Kyle also gave him a knowing look and a wink, which left Tweek feeling hot and embarrassed for about ten minutes at his desk after they entered their meeting.

At around six, Craig emerged from his office about an hour after his last meeting, jacket and bag in hand.

"Come on." He said abruptly, making Tweek jump.

"What?"

"Come on."

"I don't-"

"Let's go to my place."

Tweek blinked, standing slowly as he nodded. He quickly finished up the email he was typing, figuring he could always type the last few he needed to send for the day on his phone. As they rode the elevator down to the lobby, Tweek glanced down at their hands, blushing as he slowly linked his pinky finger with Craig's, hearing the man besides him chuckle. Gently, Craig walked his fingers across Tweek's palm until their fingers lined up, lacing them just as slowly as Tweek took his finger. The little interaction left Tweek breathless and giddy, both men smiling as they left the elevator and walked towards the entrance. There was a man outside, Tweek noting that he kind of looked like Craig but paler, and he gave them a big smile.

"This is unexpected." The man laughed, Craig rolling his eyes as they approached the car.

"Stan this is Tweek, Tweek this is Stan. He's my driver…unfortunately."

"Need I remind you that you're the one who hired me." Stan grumbled, tugging the back door open for Craig. Tweek blinked at the action, not expecting someone to open the car door, but he gave Stan a smile before ducking into the car.

"Nice to meet you!"

Stan snorted quietly, elbowing Craig's side before he got in the car. Craig gave him a look, eyebrows furrowed as he mouthed "what?". Stan wiggled his eyebrows, nodding his head towards the direction the blonde just went.

"You're infuriating." Craig said slowly, ducking into the car as he ignored Stan's laughter. Tweek blinked, watching Stan move around to the driver's side. This…wasn't the car that Craig picked him up in to go to the airport.

"Craig?"

"Mm."

"How…many cars do you have?" Tweek asked slowly. Craig snickered besides him, holding up three fingers. "Why." It wasn't even a question at this point, because what singular person needs three cars?

Craig gave a shrug of his shoulder, looking over at Tweek. "Just cause."

"Why do you need three cars?"

"I don't. I just do. One for me to drive, one for Stan to drive me around in that's a little more inconspicuous, and one that's bigger so I can drive my family and friends around in."

"Or have me drive you all around." Stan added, Tweek smiling at the comment.

"I don't even know where you live." Tweek muttered to Craig.

"Oh, he hasn't told you?" Stan asked. Craig glared at the back of his head.

"No, Staniel, I haven't."

"That's not my-!"

"I live at the Juniper Residences, alright?"

Tweek blinked, turning in his seat to face Craig. "Excuse me?" Craig blinked, looking away from the email he was typing.

"What?"

"Craig, that's like…the most expensive apartment building in New York."

Craig thought for a moment, shrugging.

"I own my apartment so it's not that bad."

"You own-you know what, I should've expected that at this point." Tweek breathed out, Craig smiling at just how insane this seemed to be for Tweek. Sometimes Craig forgets that Tweek isn't from the same socioeconomic class as him, so of course this is all so crazy to him. It was wonderful to watch, if he was being honest. Craig doesn't have much to get excited over nowadays.

Well, he gets excited when Tweek is involved, but that's about it.

Thankfully, traffic wasn't too bad, so they were able to get to Craig's within a half an hour, Stan rolling down the window as they exited the car.

"You gonna need me anymore tonight?"

Craig thought a moment, hand moving to rest on the small of Tweek's back. The notion seemed so natural, and to Tweek, it meant so much to him. Those butterflies that hatched in Paris were going crazy in his stomach.

"No, you can head home," He passed over a fifty between his index and middle finger, Stan blinking before taking it. "Thanks Stan." Craig said with a small smile. Stan gave a breathless laugh and a nod, motioning to the car.

"Need me to-?"

"I'll tell the concierge to have valet take care of it." He said, taking the keys from Stan as he held them out. With a nod and a wave, Stan turned away from them.

"Have a good night, boys!" He called out, Craig snorting a bit as he guided Tweek towards the entrance.

"You've been quiet." Craig remarked, glancing down towards Tweek.

"Taking it all in." He said slowly. Craig laughed, moving them towards the desk to their left.

"Evening Mr. Tucker." The concierge said with a smile, Tweek glancing down towards her nametag. Violet.

"Hey Violet. Here are the keys to the car out front. Can valet put it in one of my spots?"

"Yup! I'll give them a call."

"Perfect. Oh! And this is Tweek," The blonde gave a small smile and a wave. "He'll be coming around a lot more, so can you add him to my list of people who are just allowed to come up?"

"Can do!"

"I'll probably get him a key made if that's cool."

"Don't see why not. I can put in a maintenance request for you if you wanted." She chuckled, Craig smiling.

"Sounds great. Have a good night." He said. Tweek waved over his shoulder to her, Violet grinning and waving back as they walked to the elevator. As they entered, Tweek watched as Craig pressed the twentieth floor.

"Only floor twenty?" Tweek teased. Craig gasped, feigning hurt as he put a hand on his chest.

"Only floor twenty?! I'll have you know that when I bought the place there were only twenty floors. They added fifteen more before I could move in."

"Have you thought about moving within the building?"

Craig thought a moment as the elevator dinged, leading Tweek down the hall to 20J.

"Not really. I feel like it's a lot of work. Besides," Pushing the door open after unlocking it, Craig smirked as he heard Tweek gasp. "I like the fact I'm in the penthouse."

Tweek walked in with an open mouth, slowly spinning on his heels as he tried to take in everything around him. The color scheme was similar to the lobby of the office with blues and grays, but there was some gold mixed in which made Tweek's heart soar. Floor to ceiling windows along the entire living space which consisted of a comfortable looking couch, television, fireplace, and bookshelves that were filled with a collection of worn-down books, a record player, and photos. Simple art decorated the walls with some family photos tossed into the mix, Tweke smiling as he saw one that must've been from a family trip to Peru. A bar, huge island countertop, duel ovens, the latest and greatest refrigerator, and so many cabinets.

"This…this is-I don't-I can't even describe this!" Tweek laughed, Craig smiling as he set his bag on the island.

"I figured you'd like it."

"Like it?! Craig, I love your place!" Turning once more, Tweek blinked as he saw a piano, blushing as he slowly walked over. It was navy blue with gold trimming, Craig's initials near the keys on the side of the piano. "Oh wow." Tweek found himself whispering, running his fingertips gently over the top.

"You said you play, didn't you?" Craig asked. Tweek looked up as he saw him out of the corner of his eyes, blushing as he sputtered over his words.

"Well-well, yeah, but I haven't-"

"Play for me?"

The request was so gentle, so simple, it made Tweek feel weak at the knees. Swallowing hard, Tweek gave a small nod as he moved past Craig to sit at the bench, smiling as he felt Craig's thigh soon press against his. Wracking his mind as to what he could possibly play, Tweek felt his throat constrict slightly as a certain song in his repertoire came to the forefront. He let his fingers settle over the keys, closing his eyes for a moment before his fingers moved. He couldn't bring himself to look at Craig, knowing he'd feel too embarrassed, but nonetheless, with his eyes closed in concentration, Tweek opened his mouth.

"On my own

Pretending he's besides me

All alone

I walk with him till morning

Without him

I feel his arms around me

And when I lose my way I close my eyes

And he has found me."

Craig watched in awe as he let his eyes focus on Tweek's face, noticing the concentration and small smile starting to cross his lips. He couldn't believe that he was sitting here with this fucking beautiful man, couldn't believe he got to listen to him gasp and moan in his office earlier in the day, couldn't believe he was the one he got to wake up next to for an entire week, couldn't believe he was listening to him play piano and sing like a beautiful creature crafted by Jesus Christ himself.

What if…he got to wake up next to Tweek everyday? What if Tweek spent the night tonight and they got to go to work together in the morning? What if Tweek eventually lived here?

The thoughts running through his mind made Craig's stomach lurch with excitement for the future, a breathless laugh of disbelief passing his lips as Tweek approached the end of the song. He barely noticed the song getting ready to end he was so entranced by his thoughts, mind one hundred and fifty percent consumed by Tweek. Once that final note left his lips, Craig leaned over and pressed his lips to Tweek's, enjoying the way he always seems caught off guard by every kiss. But this time? This time they weren't at work.

They didn't have to pull away this time.

Didn't have to stop.

Craig could kiss Tweek all night if he wanted to.

He felt the blonde smile against his lips, Craig standing slowly and bringing Tweek up with him. Wrapping his arms around his thighs, he gently lifted the shorter man so he could take him to bed for the second time that day. As Tweek's legs wrapped around his waist, Craig couldn't help the words that tumbled out of his lips.

"You don't have to be on your own anymore."

Tweek blinked, pulling away just enough to look Craig in the eyes. His hands rested on his cheeks, thumbs running over Craig's cheek bones.

"W-What do you mean?"

"…You're welcome here whenever you want, ya know."

Tweek blushed, face slowly breaking out into a grin.

"Really?"

"Of course, kitten. I'm already getting a key made for you, am I not?" Craig teased, kicking his bedroom door open.

"I mean, yeah, but-oh my GOD!" Tweek gasped, taking in the bedroom around him. Craig couldn't help but laugh, the sound making Tweek's heart burst out of his chest and all over the walls around them. Craig gently set him down, Tweek kicking his shoes off finally and rushing around the room, into the walk-in closet, the bathroom. "Your bathtub is big enough to fit ten people!"

"It can comfortably fit four adult men, thank you very much."

"Do I even want to know how you know that information?"

Craig snorted. "The guys and I got drunk one night to celebrate a good quarter and we got a bubble bath to relax."

Tweek let out a laugh at the image, Craig biting his lip as he listened to him. Tweek looked over, blushing as he made his way towards Craig. Without a word, he leaned up on his tip toes and tugged Craig down by his tie, a grin on his face as their lips met once more. It was gentle, much gentler than the one this morning, but Craig couldn't seem to hold back. Adding more pressure to the kiss, Tweek parted his lips gently as he felt Craig's tongue lightly prod against them. The sensation made him whine quietly, Craig lifting him once more to carry him over towards the bed. As his back met the (fucking incredibly comfortable) bed, Tweek pulled back enough to speak.

"Craig?"

"Yeah?"

Tweek grinned slowly as he started undoing Craig's tie, heels digging into his ass to push their hips together. It caught Craig off guard, making him grunt quietly in his throat. Tweek moved close enough so their lips brushed together, making sure Craig felt the shape of each and every word Tweek said against his lips.

"I'm so fucking glad you hired me."

NOTE: and I OOP cause HELLO. Ya know how at the end of last chapter I said expect some delays between chapters? Welp...guess who ran herself into a rut! I just,,,couldn't bring myself to sit down and write for the past two months. But! I have been home in the states from studying abroad for over a month, I've got a great new job/internship that I love (even though I work 3-11pm), and I had plenty of time to plan this fic out! So once I feel EXTRA motivated again, it's over for y'all hehe. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!

Song:

On My Own-Les Miserables