My mother is far more level headed than I am right now, and as such the fact she's sticking to the speed limit is driving me crazy. Given that I've been in an accident recently it's completely rational of her, but right now I'm not rational. Were I driving? I'm sure I'd be speeding and ignoring stop signs, probably one of the reasons I can't actually drive. Instead I grit my teeth, resting my read back as I squeeze my eyes closed, and attempt to will time to speed up. Which I'm aware is entirely pointless.
As each minute passes I'm closer to him, my head my heart, my throat and stomach are all in a knot. There is so much that needs to be said, most of which I'm sure will only cause him panic. It was hard enough for me to comprehend for fucks sake. Where the hell to even start? And that's not even getting into the Kyle shit. Yet despite all that, and the mess it entails, mostly I'm drunk with excited anticipation towards the prospect of seeing him, holding him. Everything is so conflicted and my thoughts still aren't up to their usual speed, I feel like a remote control who's batteries are running low, I get there eventually but it's frustrating as hell. My breath catches as we pass his parents coffee store, the lights are on, that's promising. Gripping the door handle I take deep breaths, which in turn hurts my ribs and has me instead focusing on physical pain. Good god I'm a mess.
What feels like hours yet is merely minutes later we pull up. The second the car has stopped I'm opening the door, ignoring the conflict present in my mothers eyes as she watches me.
"Just a couple of hours okay?"
Her tone is pleading, eyes wide and burning into me, with a small sigh I simply nod once, and then again when she promises to call me when she's picking me up. I don't care. And until I was hit by a cat neither did she. Once she seems satisfied I turn and walk up to the door, squeezing my eyes closed and hesitating before bringing my knuckles down to knock once.
The lights are on, there's someone in that much is clear. My heartbeat is accompanied by the echo of my knock, ringing in my ears as I wait. Eventually my eyes blink open in time with the door, alerted by a creaking sound. Letting go of a breath I'd been unaware I was holding I push a smile at his wide eyed mother and attempt to keep my voice to stay steady.
"H-hey, is Tweek here?"
Stepping back to let me inside she merely nods a little, mouth hanging slightly agape.
"Craig dear, are you okay? Do you need some coffee?"
It takes a hell of a lot of will power to stifle the laugh, of course she'd think coffee was the answer, why hadn't the doctors thought of that? Instead I shake my head, smile still in place though no longer forced, "no thank you." Tutting a little in disapproval she nods before returning to the front room, shaking my head I start towards the stairs, this feels right.
The familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee laces the air, welcomingly invading my nostrils; my mother had insisted I should go home, it feels that I have. Anticipation rising and patience wearing thin, my pace increases, though not to my usual speed which is irritating; my wounded body is neither willing nor able to comply. His bedroom door, coming into view, is cracked open. Not fully, but enough for me to see- well not see I suppose, the floor. Given what I now know was to him: my disappearance, it's unsurprising that his thoughts would be cluttered, and in turn his room mirrors this. Guilt stabs at me briefly, yet only momentarily before a buzz of excitement pushes it aside. This is real, this is him. Tweek, my Tweek. A cheesy grin which could rival Clyde's plasters itself to my face as I reach out pushing the door further open; I don't even attempt to hide it.
My pushing has little effect, I clearly underestimated the amount of items cluttering the floor, however given my recent weight loss it's easy enough to slip inside; at least there's one use for it. The lack of response at my entry has my smile faltering, my eyes hastily darting around the room until they land on him. Head in hands, fingers tangled messily in his hair, he sits at his desk muttering to himself, far too focused to have registered my presence. The ball of guilt is back, bouncing around my stomach and making me nauseas. Nipping on my bottom lip I take a breath studying him, every twitch is so familiar, exhaling deeply I try to keep my voice gentle so as not to startle him. "Tweek?"
The sharp shriek he admits has me grimace momentarily, eyes squeezing shut, but the pain in my head can't subdue the smile which reforms. Any ounce of remaining doubt has been vanquished, I'd know that yelp anywhere. Of course the sound, which is followed by a bang from him falling off of his seat, means that I failed. Blinking my eyes back open they find his, disbelief shines in the forefront, questioning hurt in the back. Regardless, the pain in his eyes could never disguise the light that was there before. My cheeks ache a little as my grin grows, I can read him. Confusion knots in his brow as a small smile forms before dropping, horrified stare replacing it as he hastily pushes to stand, then makes his way as quickly as he can towards me.
"Ngh! Wh-What happened?!"
My cheeks flush, words failing me, without waiting for an answer his arms wrap around me pulling me into a crushing hug. Any other time I'd willing have accepted this, fuck it, even now I want to, yet the sudden pressure has me letting out a yelp of my own as pain pulses through me. The unusual sound has him jumping, the top of his head making contact with my jaw, another yelp follows, shit this could go on a while.
Eventually we both managed to take a step back, yet keep our hands entangled. My free hand attempts to reach up and rub my jaw, however more pain stops it in its tracks, a deeper blush creeps across my cheeks as an unfamiliar whine tumbles from my lips. In the next instant his hand finds the spot, caressing it gently; somehow without words he knew. Leaning into his touch I let my smile return, looking over him I note that his shirt is buttoned incorrectly, as it was when we were kids. Another clear sign of his anxiety, yet somehow in this moment he is able to push it away to instead focus on me. He truly is remarkable. Aware that his question remains unanswered, I instead pull him closer, leaning down to press my lips softly to his.
Light and tender kisses soon deepened with need, entangled hands griping tightly until I nip softly at his bottom lip. The moan that tumbles is intoxicating, and has my entire body humming. Pulling back a little with a smirk our eyes lock in understanding, our hands disconnect, moving instead to remove clothes. Words can wait. Where his movements are fast and precise, my own hands are fumbling, only one complying and it's not even my fucking dominant. Impatience rises as I struggle, grumbling softly at my own incompetence. A small chuckle leaves his lips as my pants drop and he in turn realises I'm failing, taking over without a word, instead I focus on getting my shirt off and over my somewhat lame arm as he completes my previous task. Unsurprisingly he finishes before me, a triumphant grin sits on my lips as my shirt hits the floor, yet as my eyes return to his frame, finding now the only item to be remaining being his boxers, my jaw drops as a small gasp slips. "Wow."
Unfortunately my own body is far less to marvel over right now, his lips remain slightly upturned, but a frown crosses his brow as he takes in my now skinner frame along with the cuts and bruises adorning it. Suddenly my comfort is faltering, does he finally see me as grotesquely as I see myself? Chewing nervously on my bottom lip, my arms begin to slide around my torso in an attempt to hide it. Were this anyone else the moment would truly be lost, as it is I'm ignoring the voice telling me to run, the moment is fading and I'm starting to spiral. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes closed I wish I could just disappear. Then in the next second his lips make contact with my collar bone, causing my whole body to shudder as I crash back into the moment. Letting his fingertips graze over my arms, and in so persuading them to begin to loosen, he peppers soft kisses along my collar bone before recapturing my lips. And just like that I know I'm safe. As my arms fully unfold he reaches for them, again lacing our fingers before slowly pulling me back towards the bed.
As his legs hit the side I smirk watching him fall back a little, until that is he sits up returning one of his own and pulling me into his lap. I wince softly, but ignore it, fuck the pain, fuck 'no strenuous activity', fuck anything that isn't this. My lips crash heavily back to his, the kiss is harsh and messy, but filled with need from both sides. Completely focused on him, I'm only half aware as he removes our final layers, until that is his hard wraps around me. In that moment I lose focus entirely, and the moan I let out shows it. Resting my forehead to his I moan beginning to slowly rock my hips against his hand, oh holy shit I hadn't realised how much I'd missed this. Digging my nails into his biceps I groan as I begin to feel him hardening below me, suddenly I want more; isn't that human nature at its best? Moans of want and need, mutters of 'please' in a begging tone only he has ever heard leave my lips, readily he complies, and within seconds and with minimal movement his freshly lubed fingers run over my entrance, readying me before entering.
My eyes squeeze closed as I push down to meet them, holding my breath as I allow him to add another, moaning softly as they curl within me before whimpering as they're removed.
My cheeks burn as I press my lips to his in aims of removing the smirk, as his tongue darts over my lips his hand moves to allow him to line himself up, moaning into his mouth as our tongues meet I begin to push down slowly, it still fucking hurts, but so does everything right now; and nothing else hurts this good. Synchronised moans echo around the room as he pushes up to meet me. Breaking the kiss I rest my forehead to his, nails digging in tighter still to his arms as I take steady breaths. His own breathing is hitched, inside me I feel him twitch, letting me know his own pause is taking restraint. Loosening my grip a little I open my eyes, looking into his as I nod, relief and thankfulness flash adorably through his eyes before a grin forms.
Our lips meet again as he slowly begins to move up to me, his own moans tumbling as he does. As he begins to pick up speed my own hips begin to move against him, in turn my own moans match his, the pain in my body is long forgotten as pleasure takes over. Mouths locking muffles the sound some as we speed up, our bodies moving in time with a rhythm that that in any other scenario is unthinkable, time around us is forgotten. There is nothing but this. His moans are becoming less spaced out, breath has caught more than once, smirking against his lips I buck my hips down to him. Breaking the kiss he moans out loudly before wrapping his hand around my com, rubbing it now in time with his thrusts. Squeezing my eyes closed and dropping my head back I let out a long moan; I'm trapped in the most wonderful way, no matter what way I move it's stimulating. My breath catches as it builds before I let out a stifled cry, coming completely undone, and coating both of our stomachs in the process. Each further thrust has another moan tumble, blinding pleasure blueing with pain until he's panting, letting out his own cry, and I feel him release inside me.
We'd remained in place, foreheads connected as we both recaptured our breath. Slowly we'd managed to disconnect and lay down with only minimal pain on my end. Wrapped up in his arms, with his body pressed against my back I'm happier than I can remember having been in the longest time, listening to him talk about taking care of me, playing nurse if you like. Suddenly his voice fades out as my mind blurs, images of Tweek in a nurses uniform flash in my mind. I mean, it's still hot but it's weird to see him in women's clothes. Only the image blurs again before refocusing, and suddenly everything makes both more and less sense. Kenny in a nurses uniform. What the fuck?