A/N Shorter chapter. Meh. Enjoy!

Chapter Fourteen: Learnt Something New

I wake with a minor headache. I'm glad I didn't drink much. Tweek on the other hand… He's on my chest, still fucking KO'd. I move his strewn body from me and make my way to the kitchen. I'm fucking starving. I hope Mr. rich-kid has some boring food. Opening fridge… OJ. That works. Yum.

"Morning, sunshine!" Kenny suddenly pops up out of no where behind the door and shouts. I flip the cheerful blond off while downing the rest of the carton.

"Ugh, why are you even up?"

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't drink." I stare at the blond, who is now leaning against the counter, with my regular bored expression.

"Hm."

"Mhm. Been sober since I was ten." I don't really care.

"Impressive."

"Here." He digs around his pocket and finally produces a few red pills. Ow. My brain hurts. "They're just Tylenol. I'm not tryin' to drug you." I shake my head and grab them. Bleh.

"Thanks." After swallowing the pills we take a seat at the island in the middle of the black's kitchen.

"So, you guys fucked yet?" Ah, there's the Kenny we all know and love. I was wondering when he'd show up.

"I am not discussing my sex life with you."

"Or the lack there of?" I flick my finger to him. "Oh, come on. If you and Tweek had fucked yet, you'd be ripped up like you were attacked by a wolverine." Again, I flip him off. "Just sayin', the little guy's gonna need somthin' to grab on to." He makes clawing gestures with his hands. I simply continue to stare at him unimpressed. That's twisted.

"Feel free to stop any time."

"Oh, thank you for your permission, darling!"

"McCormick, fuck off."

"Ngggh my head…" A drowsy Tweek stumbles into the kitchen holding his head.

"Hold on, Tweek. I'll get you some coffee." I hop off the stool, and begin to make coffee.

"Hey, Boy Toy!" Kenny shouts. Tweek shuffles to a stool across from Kenny. He's gonna feel like shit today.

"Please don't yell." My blond drops his head to the island counter. Ouch.

"So, we were just talking about your sex life. Care to join us?"

"...What?" Tweek asks as he lifts his head. I slide the cup in front of him before flipping Kenny off again.

"Crag here is still a virgin and was rather upset by that fact." Kenny, shut up. "He was just telling me how he can't wait until he get's you in the pants!" Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP! Tweek looks up to me. I turn away to hide my blush from my boyfriend.

"Really?"

"Nah, I'm just fucking with ya. But, he is still a virgin." And with that. The cheeky bastard makes his exit. Ugh.

~X~

After having walked Tweek home, I return to my house. My headache is gone now, but I could still use a bit more rest.

"I'm home." I state flatly.

"Craig, we signed you up for drivers ed. Your courses start today." Thanks a bunch for the forewarning, Mom. "They run for four days the rest of the week, Friday you can take your first drivers test."

"Thanks." I shout out as I walk to my room. I can at least be a little appreciative. Not exactly how I wanted to spend the rest of my Spring Break week, but whatever. At least in eight months I can fucking drive finally.

~X~

"I passed my test." I tell Tweek who is sitting beside me on my sofa in the den. . Was fucking long and monotonous, but that's fine. I doesn't surprise me that I actually enjoyed it.

"Aw-awesome!"

"Yup." Sheldon on screen suddenly starts rhyming off some sort of gibberish. The fuck? "What did he say?"

"Ngh! Scissors c-cuts paper, paper covers rock, rock crushes lizard -ERH! Lizard poisons Spock, Spock smashes scissors, S-scissors –GAH! Scissors decapitates lizard, lizard eats paper; paper disproves Spock, S-spock vaporizes rock, and rock c-crushes scissors!" Tweek explains to me in my den on the sofa. I think that was all said in one breath. He's so cute when he explains stuff.

"…You're such a nerd."

"Intellectual badass." He mumbles.

"What?"

"A-actually I'm an intellectual –Erh! Badass." Tweek squeaks. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back the Big Bang DVD on my television.

"Hey, intellectual badass," I break our silence as the episode finishes.

"Ergh! W-what?" I respond by pushing him over onto his back. My arms pin his and I straddle him. I love when his huge variant eyes open even wider. His shaking continues under my grip as I press my body to his. Just as my face is but an inch from his, he lifts his head to lock our lips. Mmm gotta love the bittersweet taste of coffee.

I remove my hands from his wrists to venture up his shirt. Oh, how I missed his thin little body. His long fingers begin to twine with my hair.

Oh, how I missed that as well. We break and I lift his shirt over his head. Suddenly the brat pounces on me when I'm off guard. His hands wrap around my neck and back. He shoves his tongue down his throat, leaving me to lie there as a doll. His bony fingers begin to rid of my shirt as he sucks on my neck. The harder he bites, the louder I moan. God, this feels good.

He lifts my shirt from my body. His head drops to my stomach where he bites down hard on my abs. Wait, what is he doing? He fiddles with my fly, but soon succeeds. His shaky fingers then curl around my jeans and pull them down. My doll-like state remains as he spreads my legs. Fuck, he's actually… Really..? …Fuck yes. Tweek pulls down my boxers to reveal myself to him.

After a few sweet, fucking AMAZING moments of sucking, bobbing, and nipping, Tweek swallows. I clench my jaw shut in order to keep myself from screaming his name. My entire body relaxes and my head falls into the pillow. After pulling my pants back up, my blond shyly crawls on to me. His head rests on my bare chest and his scrawny arms wrap around me.

"I l-love you, Craig." He whispers to me.

"Fuck, love you too, Tweek." I sigh and wrap my arms around my amazing little blond. God, he's so awesome. "Do you wanna go out for dinner, Tweekers? I owe you a night alone."

"I-if you want me out in public…" He mumbles; I hear him anyway, I always do. I hear every mumble, gasp, and cry that comes from this kids magnificent little mouth.

"Of course I do. Where do you want to go? Anywhere, you pick." My blond smiles up to me.

"O-okay. Um… Uh… Ngh! Choices are too much pressure!" He nuzzles his frustrated face to my chest.

"How about Swiss Chalet?"

"Gah! Their chicken scares the shit outta me, man!"

"You don't have to get the chicken."

"I still see it!"

"Denny's?"

"AH! GOTH KIDS!"

"Montanas?"

"Talking moose faces!" I sigh.

"KFC?"

"They beat their chickens! Ergh!"

"Pizza Parlor?"

"…I like pizza." Score.

"All right, than we're having pizza for dinner." As per usual with this kid. "We'll stop by your house for a change of clothes. I'm going to take a shower first. Keep watching Big Bang." Straight forward direct orders. Exactly what he needs.

~X~

"Th-thanks for dinner, Craig." Tweeks' hands are wrapped tight around his thermos as I walk him to my van. My Mom is waiting in the passengers seat. She always looks so bored, no matter what she's doing. How the fuck does a blonde chick manage that? I open the sliding door for Tweek.

"Th-thanks." He mumbles as he steps in. "Ah!" He slips back after a short muscle spasm. I catch him easily and push him into the vehicle. My cute little spazz. I hop into the drivers seat and begin to drive my boyfriend home. Driving is actually soooo easy. I don't know what some peoples problem is.

Surprisingly, Tweek is silent the entire ride home. Well, as silent as he gets. I was fully expecting him to scream out in protests against me driving him when I just got my license. I've driven before, what redneck kid hasn't, but still. Nope, instead he sits patiently (sorta) in the back, without a word. Shit, the kid must really trust me. My mother on the other hand, it doesn't surprise me in the least that she hasn't said a thing. I like driving with her. She's nice, and quite, and boring.

Once we arrive at his brown house, I jump out to escort him to the door.

"N-night, Craig."

"Night, Tweekers." After a quick kiss I return to the car.

"Strange kid." My mother sighs. I flip her off and continue to drive home.

~X~

"Hey, Craig!" Butters insists on greeting me every day. God damn, I hate his voice. I flip the cheerful dick-muncher off and continue to speed walk to my locker with Tweek.

"Faggot!" Out of no where a large football player shoves me into a locker. Can't they come up with better come insults by now? Retards. Wonderful first day back.

"Hey dude, I saw you were harassed this morning!" Kyle addresses me at out lunch table.

"So?"

"Dude! You don't know what that means?" Clyde asks me as if it's common knowledge.

"It means he thinks I'm a faggot?"

"Dude," Say dude one more time, guys. " That guys buddy was the one who hurt Stan!" Kyle tells me.

"Gah! S-someone hurt Stan?"

"Dude, that ankle injury was no accident! Farlon tripped Stan at practice!"

"Yeah, where is he?" Token asks after taking a bite of some expensive pastry.

"His ankle was too bad. He couldn't walk today!"

"They're after us." Kenny remarks quietly from beside me. I doubt anyone else herd him. Shit, this shit again?

A/N Oh hamburgers! What's gonna happen next!

…Your guess is as good as mine.

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