A/N: *sweats nervously* AM I EVEN ALLOWED TO PUBLISH SMUT HERE?! the highest rating you can go is M, but trust me, it'll be E. anyway. this is a chapter full of sin. dont report me. and IF you do, you can always read this fic on ao3 ( /works/5416262/chapters/12514196)

"So, nine years, huh?" They're cuddling in the fort, their eyes half closed, while the star projector is making them look like the universe. It's beautiful, it's perfect. Craig's two favorite things in this world are right here now: the universe and Tweek.

Craig looks to Tweek, who's looking up to him, a smile on his lips, so close to him and the best thing is that he doesn't have to let this moment go, ever again. He can have this so many times again, they won't have a long distance relationship like Token and Clyde or Stan and Kyle. They can be just an annoying couple like Butters and Kenny were.

Well, okay, Craig takes that back. As much as he loves Tweek, he's not really comfortable with making out with him all wet in front of everyone. He plays with Tweek's blond hair and returns his smile.

"Yeah. Almost ten."

Tweek looks at him for a moment and then starts laughing. "You know, all of this… this whole confession and this is a little bit crappy."

"What?" Craig is too shocked to react differently. He just stares at his new boyfriend.

"Yeah." Tweek nods and turns around to him to wrap his arms around Craig's neck. „Sappy Craig. C-Crappy."

When Craig realizes what he's referring to, Tweek is already a giggling mess and Craig starts laughing too. He had totally forgotten that text he had written to Tweek weeks ago, when he had been tired and had only just woken up. "You're a little piece of shit, you know?", he asks, his arms curling around Tweek's waist. The next thing he knows his Tweek is straddling his lap and nodding.

"I know. Guess that's what you signed up for, though."

"Nah, I never had a choice," Craig replies. "It was all the Asian girls. Blame them, they started it. It was a sealed contract from the beginning."

Tweek laughs again. "Argh, do you think?! D-Do you think they all knew it was g-going to happen?" He suddenly widens his eyes and Craig kisses him on the nose.

"That was a joke. Who would know we'd fake date, lose each other, find each other again and then date for real?" Craig's heart beats a little bit faster when he says this, because seriously. Who would've known? Of course he had always wished for this to happen some day, but he had always doubted it.

"I don't know, Craig. You know, I wrote you a letter once too, and never sent it."

"What?"

Tweek shrugs, slightly tugging at Craig's hair. "It… argh, was right after I moved to Aurora. I w-wanted to tell you about my feelings."

"Fuck, Tweek." He wished, Tweek would've sent that letter. "Do you still have it?"

"N-No. I'm sorry, I burned it r-right after I wrote it. It was like, Dear Craig, I have to confess something to you. I-I really like you as more t-than just… argh, a friend."

Craig takes a deep breath. "You know, I would've told you I felt the same. When did you… realized you like me… back then?"

Tweek bites down on his lower lip and when Craig brushes over with his thumb over it, he smiles at him. "When I moved and you promised me on our goodbye that you'll w-write me letters. That's kind of gay and cute."

Craig stared at him and then laughed. "Well, I am kind of cute. And gay for you."

"I know. I-I was probably your first wet dream," Tweek teases and Craig is lucky he can't see his blush on his face right now because it's too dark.

"C-Can I turn on the light?", Tweek asks, as if he can read his mind. Craig nods and Tweek stands up. He turns on the light and turns off the star projector. When he returns to Craig, he's already missing the warmth of him against his body. Tweek just returns to his original position, back on Craig's lap, his arms around his neck. This time, his fingers tangle in Craig's hair and Craig closes his eyes. "I was, right?"

"Shut up," Craig murmurs, trying hard to not let him see how flustered he is.

"C-Craig," Tweek whispers. His breath is hot and Craig slowly opens his eyes. "It's okay. You were mine too."

Craig chokes and stares at him. "What?"

"Did you fo-forget I also had a crush on you?" Tweek tilts his head and Craig can't say anything. He's too speechless.

"Oh."

Tweek smiles at him, before he leans down to kiss Craig, who is kissing him back immediately. He grabs in Tweek's Green Racer shirt and smiles too. When did Tweek get that? Was that because he told him he reminded him of the Green Racer? Nevertheless, Craig loved it. Tweek opens his mouth against his and their tongues meet.

This kiss is like none they had before, it's passionate and makes Craig even weaker. Especially, when Tweek grinds against him. Craig opens his eyes for a moment in surprise and they part for a short time, Tweek smirking at him, before they return to their make out session.

Craig's left hand finds the blond mess of Tweek's hair, grabbing it and tilting Tweek's head more, so he has access to his neck. He leaves a trail of kisses on his lover's neck, while at the same time slowly sliding his other hand under Tweek's shirt and feeling his naked skin underneath. Tweek lets out a quiet moan and grinds even harder at Craig's crotch, that the other stops for a while to moan too.

"Can I leave a mark?", Craig asks him, looking up at Tweek.

"What? N-No! I mean, argh- Yeah. But don't make it too… I don't want people to see."

Craig nods and smirks at him. "Okay." He pulls at the hem of Tweek's shirt and then pulls it completely off. Tweek is so pale and skinny (well, Craig was a little bit skinnier, but that's not interesting right now) and adorable. He's a little bit flushed and Craig looks up to Tweek's face again, kissing him soft on the lips, before returning to Tweek's body.

His hands explore Tweek's back, his stomach, his chest. He licks Tweek's skin and leaves kisses until he stops a little bit above Tweek's collar bone and sucks him gently. Tweek shudders and buries his face in Craig's hair, breathing hot and heavy against Craig's ear. It drives him crazy, making him already hard and he doesn't care that Tweek can feel it, because he can feel Tweek's erection against his lower stomach too.

He licks Tweek's hard nipples and the boy squirms and draws back. Craig looks at the mark he left on Tweek and grins proudly of his work. If he was an artist, Tweek's body was his canvas. Tweek pushes Craig back, so he's falling and the next thing he knows is that Tweek has pinned him underneath himself.

Craig gulps, looking up to Tweek, who kisses him eagerly while his one hand explore the skin under Craig's shirt. God, he's so hard now, he needs to do something. When Craig starts pulling on Tweek's jeans, the other stops him and puts his hand away.

"Uh… is this- Is this not okay?", Craig asks nervously and Tweek laughs.

"Of course it is, but I want to suck you first." Before he knows it, Craig lets out a quiet cry. Oh my god. Tweek is going to suck him. Tweek's going to- Craig just loved how confident he was, it turned him even more on.

"God, yes. Please," Craig says and Tweek opens Craig's jeans and drag them down. Thank god, they were starting to feel uncomfortable. His toes curl, when Tweek lifts Craig's shirt to kiss him all the way from his chest down. Craig closes his eyes, his hands gripping the blankets next to him and moaning. He was already a mess now, how would he be then?

He opens his eyes to look down at Tweek, who somehow manages to perfectly pull his boxer shorts down just with his teeth.

"Fuck, Tweek," Craig breathes. „You're so hot."

"Thanks, you're not so b-bad yourself," Tweek replies, grinning. His hand massage Craig's inner thighs and then one curls around Craig's erection. He can't help but let out a small whimper.

He had thought about this so many times. Tweek's long, pale fingers wrapped around his dick, his wide eyes staring at him. God, how many times had Craig jerked off to this image? When he was in high school and in most of the time in college, the picture had been blurry, because he didn't know how exactly Tweek would look like.

But now… Now he had the real thing in front of him. Tweek kisses the inside of his thighs and Craig loves it, but also hates it, because apparently Tweek was a big tease. He's not too surprised by this, though. Tweek starts pumping his fist up and down slowly.

"Tweek, please," Craig whispers and Tweek looks up at him. Their eyes meet and then Tweek starts licking him and Craig loses it. Tweek is looking directly at him while he's licking his dick and Craig has never seen anything more perfect than this. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, as Tweek's tongue curl around his tip and his fingers stroke his balls.

"Fuck. Oh god."

Tweek draws back his head again and Craig wants to protest or say something, but the blond just asks: "C-Can you… Pull my hair?"

Wow, Tweek had a hair pulling kink. This was even hotter than he already thought it was. Craig grunts and then his fingers find their way to Tweek's blond hair, grabbing at them, before Tweek starts taking in his dick, inch by inch. Craig thinks he can die happy now, when he leans back again to enjoy this.

He can't think of anything clearly, his mind is a mess and so is he. Tweek has found a rhythm and when Craig pulls his hair, he lets out a moan. The vibration makes Craig even more of a shouting, moaning mess. "Fuck, Tweek, you're so- god. You're so good at this. I love you, you're so fucking hot. Oh my god." He tries hard not to push up his hips and pulls even harder on Tweek's hair who lets out another moan, this time louder.

That's it. Craig warns him shortly before he comes and he's surprised, when Tweek doesn't pull back. Craig shouts loudly and then looks down at Tweek, his breath hard. Tweek swallows and then licks Craig's dick an pulls back, his back of his hand wiping his mouth. It is only then when Craig realizes, Tweek's jeans are open and his dick is pulled out.

He had stroked himself while giving Craig head and that's just the best thing he could think of.

"Wow," Craig is breathless and yet he sits up to cup Tweek's face and kiss him. He can taste himself on Tweek's red, swollen lips and-

His phone rings.

"God damn it!", Craig groans. Tweek looks at Craig's phone's display.

"It's Token."

"I'm not taking that call."

"Craig! We're in his house!"

Craig sighs. "He better have a good reason to interrupt us." He picks up the phone. "What?!"

"You son of a bitch," Token greets him. "I'm happy you and Tweek are finally together, but what did I tell you about having sex in my attic?"

Craig hesitates, because he doesn't remember. He can't think clearly right now, anyway. "Uh…"

"My. Parents. Are. Home. I just got a call from my mom, telling me they can hear you two upstairs! Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is?" Craig blushes. He has totally forgotten about Token's parents.

"Fuck," he breathes and Tokens sighs.

"Yeah, fuck. Just… Clean up and get your asses down, alright? Go fuck at your place."

"Sorry, man."

"It's okay," Token says. "Congrats, by the way." When the call is over, Craig looks over to Tweek and clears his throat.

"Token's parents heard us and… uh, they called Token to call me. Anyway, I guess we should go then?"

"WHAT? His parents are home? O-Oh my god! They know what we did!" Tweek puts on his pants properly again and Craig searches for his boxer shorts and puts them on too.

"It's alright," Craig says. "Token's parents won't kill us."

"What? You mean… they could?"

"No, I mean…" Craig sighs. "They're really laid back." Clyde's dad was like a second father to him and he was really close with the Donovan family, but Craig was pretty close to Token's too. Same with Jimmy's- the four boys have hung out quite much during high school.

Tweek doesn't seem too convinced and Craig plants a kiss on his forehead. „I promise, they won't hate us or something like that." He puts on his pants and Tweek still hasn't moved from his place.

"It's kind of your fault," he says after a while.

"Huh? I mean, I guess. I should've invited you to mine." Craig shrugs and Tweek shakes his head.

"N-No, that's not what I meant. I mean… you're kind of… loud and talk a lot, when you're in heat." Tweek looks up at him and Craig blushes.

"Oh god," he says, putting his face in his hands. He always had the problems of being a little bit too loud during sex. It was fucking embarrassing, it had been like this with Thomas, Kenny and Michael. Except for Thomas, they had all teased him about it. The thing was, that with Tweek, Craig was even louder. People always thought, Craig was really quiet in bed, maybe groaning once or twice, they never expected that Craig was nothing like that.

Tweek puts his hands away and plants kisses in his palms. Craig is shaking a little and can't believe this is all really happening. "It's okay. I like it, it's just… unexpected, that's all."

"You do?" Kenny had laughed about it, Michael had told him to shut up most of the time, when they weren't alone in the house.

"Yeah. Makes me wonder how loud you'll scre-scream when we actually have sex."

Craig's face is heating up and Tweek giggles. Craig stands up. "You'll find out sooner or later." Tweek grabs his hands, entwine their fingers together and stands up too. They walk downstairs and Tweek is nervous. They meet Mrs. Black in the living room and she looks up from her newspaper. It's awkward and embarrassing.

"H-Hello, Mrs. Black," Tweek lets out.

"Hey."

"Hi, boys."

"We're, ngh, really, really sorry! Argh, I promise this won't happen again!"

Mrs. Black starts laughing. "It's okay. Well, it's not, but I forgive you, boys. We all were young once, right?" She smiles at them and Craig smiles back.

"Thank you. Anyway, we should go now."

The woman nods and walks them to the door, where they apologize again and Craig thanks her for letting them in the house. "Token told me all about your situation, so I'm glad we could help."

"Ah!" Tweek seems horrified and Mrs. Black just laughs. Then, Craig turns to Tweek.

"So… Your car or mine?"

"I walked here," Tweek explains, and so it's settled. They drive back to Craig's car and before he can ask him, where they want to go, Tweek says: "C-Can we go to the coffee shop? I need to do some stuff there. Plus, I-I really need some coffee right now. That was way too much pressure."

Craig smiles and nods. "Of course, babe."

As soon as they enter the coffee shop, Henry congratulates them on their relationship.

Tweek is flustered by that and Craig holds himself back to just flip him off. Alright, it's not that hard, because the truth is that he's holding himself back from smiling widely. Because yes, they are finally together now, holding hands and getting some coffee for Tweek.

"I'll be r-right back okay? You want some hot chocolate?"

"Only if you're the one doing it," Craig replies.

"Crappy." Tweek grins and kisses his forehead, before he disappears through a door on which 'STAFF ONLY' is written. Craig sits down at one of the tables and looks at his phone again. He has plenty of messages, mostly from Clyde. Some are from Token and Kyle and one is from Jimmy.

Craig can imagine how the word has spread, Token told Clyde, who probably told everyone. Craig wonders, if Tweek has been bombarded by their messages too. Probably, especially from Clyde. Craig answers them all with just one word, though he gives Clyde two words, since he still is his best friend and Craig feels bad that in the last time he hasn't really talked to him about his problems.

Tweek returns after about ten minutes, giving him his hot chocolate and Craig thanks him. They sit there, talk about nothing and everything, grinning at each other like teenagers in love.

"Are you hungry?", Craig asks him and Tweek shakes his head.

"N-No, are you?"

"A little bit. Wanna go to my place?"

"We could go out for dinner! You know l-like a date." Craig likes the sound of it and he smiles.

"Sure. But… can we do that tomorrow actually?" He looks down nervously and Tweek furrows his brows.

"Why that?"

Craig clears his throat and then leans forward to whisper in Tweek's ear. "I kind of want to pay you back." He puts his hand over Tweek's groin and grabs his dick through the fabric, making Tweek squirm and spilling some of his coffee on the table.

"Jesus, Craig! D-Don't do that again!" His face is red and he's quickly wiping the table with some paper sheets.

"So you don't want to?"

"NO! I mean, yes, I do." Tweek nods and kisses him softly, making Craig's heart leap. Now he's the one whispering hot against Craig's ear. "Can't wait to make you scream, darling." When he leans back, he smirks, while Craig can't even articulate proper words. He just stares at him with an open mouth.

"I- uh, wow." Darling. That sounds fucking amazing coming out of Tweek's mouth.