Despite the warm summer evening, Craig's hands were freezing as he stood outside buzzing up to Tweek's apartment. Maybe it was because he had the air conditioning on in his car and it was blasting right onto his hands? Nevertheless, it was making the rest of his body cold as he stood there waiting for a response. It's been almost a minute and…nothing. Is he not home? Grumbling to himself, Craig pressed and held down the buzzer, hearing it faintly four stories up from their open window. He finally let go-but again-no answer.
"Jesus Christ." He chuckled, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call him instead. The main door opened, Wendy and Bebe walking out mid-conversation.
"-the best place for Chinese right now."
"You say that about every Chinese place, Bebe."
"Ladies." Craig gave a nod of his head, both women jumping before realizing who it was.
"Oh!" Wendy laughed. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Are you guys all deaf up there? I've been ringing the buzzer for nearly three minutes."
"Tweek's watching his show in his room and we were on our way down here. Elevator doors had gotten stuck," Bebe explained, nodding her head inside the propped open door. "Spare keybox code is 6969."
"Of course it is," Craig said with a sigh, but his faint smile betrayed his maturity. "Let me know how that Chinese place is."
"Will do! Stay safe!" Bebe called out, waving behind her head as she led Wendy down the street. Considering the news that the elevator had gotten stuck, Craig wasn't taking any chances and opted to take the four flights of stairs. It wasn't that bad, honestly, but it wasn't ideal climbing them in his suit. Maybe he should start bringing a change of clothes to keep in his car. But then again, he isn't always driving like this. What is he talking about? Stan drives him but it's still his car! Rubbing at his temples as he reached the third floor, Craig let out a sigh as he realized he needed to stop thinking so hard about everything. It's something he's fallen into the habit of, but he needs to knock it off. It's making his anxiety flare and after making his multi-million dollar deal today, he can't afford to get too wrapped up in his own thoughts.
Trekking on, he finally reached his destination of the fourth floor. As told, he input the keycode into the spare box sitting by the door and used the key to let himself in. He replaced the key before entering, the faint sound of Tweek's television meeting his ears. Craig paused, however, and took a moment to look around the apartment. The last and only time he was here was Tweek's birthday in November, and it has changed since then. It looks like the place has been repainted and they rearranged the furniture a bit to make room for a recliner that has seen better days. Probably found it on the side of the road. As he closed the door behind him, Craig noted the kitchen and the dishes that sat on the stove top as well as in the sink. It was charming in a way how much the place screamed Bebe and Tweek, little bits of each person intertwined throughout the apartment. The dishes are definitely Bebe's since Tweek always does his dishes after he eats. The recliner was probably Tweek's choice since it looks like it was cleaned up and cared for once brought inside. The potted plants that lined the windowsill were Tweek's as well, his desk having a few of the same plants. The wall art was a nice mix of them both, movie posters and polaroid photos tacked up to fill up the white space. The island countertop was littered with fashion magazines, Craig opening one of the copies of Vogue and flipping through it. There were items circled throughout, recognizing Tweek's scribbled handwriting next to one of the outfits.
Wear when twenty pounds lighter.
The words nagged at Craig, humming in his throat as he flipped it back shut before moving towards Tweek's room. Gently, he pushed the door open as to not alert Tweek too much. As he saw his boyfriend once the door swung open, Craig couldn't help but smile as he laid curled up under his blankets asleep. Maite sat near his feet, her head lifting as she heard the door open. She let out a small chirp as she saw Craig, nuzzling into his touch as he reached out to give her a few scratches behind her ears. He couldn't help but notice the show Tweek was watching, snorting quietly as he squatted down to be closer to Tweek's face.
"Tweek," He muttered, brushing the blonde curls off his forehead before pressing a kiss to it. "Tweek, baby, wake up."
Tweek whined in his throat, nose scrunching as he pulled his blankets up over his face.
"How did you get in h're?" He whined, Craig smiling slowly.
"Ran into Bebe and Wendy."
Tweek sighed quietly, but suddenly gasped hard. He shot upright, hair tossled from sleep as he quickly turned the TV off and looked around.
"No-no wait-fuck-it's a mess in here and-!"
"It's wonderful," Craig interjected. "I love your apartment the way it is."
"…um…did you hear me-?"
"Watching Sex and the City? Of course."
"Oh," Tweek's face flushed a bright red, reaching out and petting Maite as he waited for his heart rate to return to normal. "Okay."
"Don't be embarrassed." Craig laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed as he found he could no longer squat. Damn his knees.
"Well, it's hard not to be when you already know I did stand up where I referred to you as him!" Tweek turned the TV back on as he finished talking, Craig smiling to himself as he watched Carrie and Big have some conversation on screen.
"They always had good chemistry. I mean, the man went to Paris to get her back because he just had a little inkling that her relationship with Petrovsky was going south."
"W-Wait, you-?!"
"I have a sister and mother who adore the fashion world as much as you," Craig turned and looked at Tweek. "Of course, I've seen the show…two times through…maybe even three."
Tweek's shoulders finally relaxed as he ran his hand down his face, small-yet tired-smile crossing his lips.
"Um…do you wanna lie down?"
"Sure…but I'm not lying down in this suit."
"Of course not. It's Givenchy."
Craig chuckled as he stood, shrugging his suit jacket off.
"Impressive."
"You've known me for almost a year now. You should know at this point that nothing fashion wise gets by me." Tweek watched as Craig slowly undressed himself, the process so meticulous. After his jacket came his tie, then the cufflinks, followed by the shirt. After that he toed his shoes off, before taking his belt off, and finally his socks and pants. He couldn't help but stare openly now as Craig stretched his arms above his head, Tweek feeling his breath catch as he turned towards the bed.
"Am I crawling over you or are you gonna move over?" Craig teased, Tweek patting the open spot next to him. "Crawling." He laughed, easily stepping over Tweek to lie himself down between his boyfriend and the wall. As he shifted to pull the covers over him, Tweek turned to face him. He could feel how flushed his cheeks were. Tweek hasn't seen Craig like this in…well, a very long time. Sure, he had his shirt off at the lake house, but this? Seeing those piercings accompanied only by boxer briefs is something different. And he wasn't sure how he's missed it, but Tweek's never noticed the gold chain that sat on Craig's neck. Maybe it's new. Regardless, it made a wave of desire wash over his body as he watched Craig shift to get comfortable.
"Your hair looked nice today." Tweek whispered, hand reaching out to run his fingers through the dark locks as Craig settled in.
"I put nothing in it."
"I know," Tweek swallowed hard. "Do that more often."
Craig heard the hitch in his breath, turning to face Tweek now. He reached for the remote, turning the TV off once more so he could focus on Tweek and only Tweek.
"You okay?" He whispered back after reaching over and placing the remote on the nightstand. Tweek just nodded, hand reaching out and gently running over Craig's shoulder. His fingers gently continued their journey, tracing his collarbones before dipping between his pecs.
"Just-" He swallowed hard, shifting a little closer. Craig was always so warm. "Been a while, ya know?"
Craig closed his eyes at the gentle touch sending sparks throughout his body, head lightly nodding as he sighed in content.
"Yeah…I know."
His stomach lurched and filled with about a thousand butterflies as a gentle kiss was pressed to his throat, Tweek's lips lingering as he moved to continue pressing kisses to his neck.
"I-I miss you." Tweek eventually breathed out, Craig's hands unable to keep still anymore as he reached out and grabbed at Tweek's hips. His hands weren't so cold anymore.
"I miss you, too."
Tweek whimpered into the quiet room, the cars below offering a nice distraction as he tried not to let Craig's presence overwhelm him. Wrapping his arm slowly so his hand rested on Craig's back, Tweek laid his palm flat in order to move himself closer. He just wanted to be close to Craig, but it felt like nothing was enough.
Unless…
"Do you…wanna fuck?"
Craig choked on a gasp, eyes wide as Tweek pulled back to look at him.
"What?"
"Do you want to fuck?" Tweek repeated, a little breathier this time. Sure, they haven't had sex since the incident, but…that was months ago. Tweek was healthy. Craig was healthy. They've had plenty of time to heal and there's no better way than to really leave the past in the past then to overcome this hurdle.
"We-Tweek, we haven't-"
"I know," Tweek dragged his fingertips up Craig's spine, breath shaky as he leaned his forehead against Craig's. "We need to create new memories, Tucker. We can't reference the old ones anymore."
Craig searched Tweek's face for any sign of hesitation, but if anything, all he saw was eagerness. It made his stomach fill with a heat he's missed.
"You'll tell me if anything-?"
"Hurts? Yeah. Yes of course," Tweek shifted so his leg was tossed over Craig's. He pressed his hips against his, reveling in the quiet groan that Craig stifled in his throat. "But I'm not worried about that. I just-fuck-I need you."
Craig let the hand on Tweek's hip slide down to his ass, gripping hard as he ducked his head down to finally let their lips meet. Both men let out a groan of relief as their lips touched, Tweek's face feeling like it was on fire as he did everything he could to be as close as possible to the man in bed with him. They took some time reacquainting themselves with one another. They haven't been intimate like this in a while, having done nothing more than making out lately (and maybe a little grinding).
"On your back." Craig breathed out between kisses, Tweek nodding as they moved together. Craig now hovered above the blonde, green eyes below him darting to look at the dangling chain between them. It didn't dangle a lot, but it was enough to make a grin crawl across Tweek's face.
"Well," He hooked his finger through it, eyes shifting to look into Craig's. "I don't know how you did it, but you managed to be effortlessly attractive yet again."
Craig snorted quietly, shifting so he leaned on his elbows to be closer to Tweek.
"You too."
Tweek's face shifted, eyes darting to the side as he forced a smile.
"Oh…thank you."
"You don't believe me."
It wasn't a question.
"Well…no."
"Why?"
"I…well, cause."
"Cause why?"
"Cause-"
"Wear when twenty pounds lighter."
Tweek's eyes widened as Craig mumbled the words between them, turning in time to see Craig's face duck down to kiss at his chest.
"I-I just-you saw that?"
"You're too hard on yourself," Craig brushed his nose over Tweek's stomach, Tweek shivering as the chain dragged over his skin. "Pisses me off you don't believe me, you know."
A sense of excitement settled in Tweek's stomach, breath growing rapid as Craig's back hunched a bit as he used his knee to spread Tweek's legs apart.
"I-I'm sorry…"
"You should be," Reaching up, Craig grabbed at Tweek's chest, the blonde whining under him as his index and pointer finger pinched at his nipple. "I want to hear you say it."
"W-What?" Tweek gasped, yelping as Craig's knee hitched him up higher onto the bed with one little push.
"Say you're sexy."
"I-I-no-I can't."
"Fine," Craig leaned away, resting on his knees as he exhaled sharply. "I won't fuck you then."
Tweek's eyes widened as he saw just how hard Craig already was, boxer briefs wet with precum as he sat there on display.
"I-wait-n-no don't do that." Tweek whined, legs tugging up in an effort to try and relieve his throbbing dick.
"Say it." Craig's voice was stern, something Tweek often missed.
"N…No." He wanted to test the waters. Craig could hear the teasing tone in his voice, eyebrow raising as he smirked slightly.
"No?"
"No." Tweek said with a little more confidence.
"Fine," Craig grunted out through his teeth, pulling his boxer briefs down enough until his cock sprung free. He loved how Tweek openly stared. "Guess I'm going to have to do this myself."
Tweek whined as he couldn't help but shove his hand into his underwear, chest tight as he tried to hold out. But he was weak. He was so so weak for Craig Tucker.
"F-Fine! F-Fine!" He gasped, ankles hooking around Craig's thighs to try and bring him back on top of him. "I-I'm sexy. Okay?! I'm-I'm sexy!" He squeaked out, face flushing red in embarrassment.
"Hmm," Craig slowly settled himself back on top of Tweek, smiling as he blonde squirmed under him as their hips bumped together. "That wasn't very convincing."
"What?! C-Craig I-"
"Again." He demanded. Tweek watched his arm reach out to the nightstand, whimpering as he rummaged around until he found the lube bottle Tweek had in there.
"I…I'm sexy."
"Again."
"I'm sexy."
"And again."
"Craig-!" Tweek's jaw snapped shut as the cap of the lube popped open. Craig raised his eyebrow, as if daring him to object again. "I'm…," He let out a sigh. "I'm sexy."
"Again." Craig started to spread the lube over his fingers, Tweek swallowing as his eyes fluttered shut.
"I'm sexy," He took a deep breath, back arching as he felt his lover's arm shift under the covers. "I'm sexy. I'm sexy," Another deep breath, followed by a gasp as Craig's finger pressed lightly against his entrance. "You're sexy."
Craig kept listening to his boyfriend ramble below him, too focused on finally being back inside of him. Well-not quite-but almost.
"Fuck."
It wasn't a response to what Tweek said, but a reaction to just how fucking in love he was with his secretary. He hated calling him that still, if he was being honest. Tweek was more than just his secretary.
"M-More…please." Tweek whispered, head lulling to the side as his hand gripped at his pillow. The quiet demand was one Craig couldn't ignore.
Slowly, Craig pushed a second finger into his lover, a third one following about a minute later. His fingers gently pushed in and out of the blonde, scissoring open every few strokes in order to really prepare Tweek. Not making that mistake again.
"Do-do you have condoms?" Craig whispered, breath growing shaky as his patience ran thin.
"N-No. But-But I don't care if you-you don't."
Craig paused his movements for a moment, his fingers still deep inside Tweek. The stillness clearly was not Tweek's favorite thing as he tried to fuck himself the best he could on his fingers.
"I don't mind."
Tweek paused his own movements as Craig spoke, eyes soft at the words. The teasing foreplay suddenly shifted into something different, something they haven't experienced before.
Sex in love.
The sex was great before, but now?
Now they've grown as individuals and as a couple, both men smiling as they leaned their foreheads together. Quietly, Craig took some of the lube and spread it over his cock, Tweek spreading his legs as he heard Craig quietly groan above him. Even in the dimly lit room with the only source of light coming from the streetlamp outside, Craig looked as immaculate as ever.
Craig opted not to say anything, hips gently pushing forward as he slowly-but surely-entered Tweek. His own breath caught in his throat from the sensation, but he tried to stay focused on the face below him.
Green eyes rolled back into his head.
Plump lips fell open as sound tried to come out, but nothing ever did.
Cheeks flushed bright red.
Curls sticking to his freckled forehead.
And finally-once Craig bottomed out-a shout of pleasure left those beautiful lips.
"Fuck!"
"Careful, don't want to wake the neighbors." Craig teased, just sitting for a moment. He's dreamt of this moment for a while now. Dreamt of the day that he finally got to reconnect with Tweek on this level.
Tweek let out a breathless laugh, face turning to nuzzle his nose against Craig's cheek as he rested his head on the pillow. His hand came up and played with those dark locks, pale hand twisting the hair around his fingers over and over again.
"I don't care. Lord knows how many times I've heard them fuck."
"Payback then?"
"You know me so well." Tweek giggled. The sound made Craig laugh as well, his own hand coming up to play with Tweek's hair.
"You feel so good."
"You do, too."
Craig took that as his opportunity to move, hips slowly pulling back enough to start a gentle pace. Despite the slowness of everything, the bed still creaked quietly under them with the movement.
"Old bed?" Craig teased.
"S-Shut up and focus on fucking me." Tweek shot back.
The words sent a tingle up Craig's spine. How could he deny such a request?
Eyes fluttering shut, Craig pressed his chest to Tweek's as he focused on just that: fucking him. They fell quiet, both men quietly panting or moaning into the room as they focused on just feeling one another in this way. Tweek eventually fumbled to grab Craig's hand. He just needed to be grounded, his body feeling a million miles away.
"Y-You good?" Craig panted, hips slowing for a moment as he heard how uneven Tweek's breathing was.
"Yes-yes," A pause. "Thank you," Tweek ran his free hand over Craig's cheek. "I love you."
Despite having heard the words before, it felt like the first time Craig had ever heard Tweek say them.
"I…I love you, too."
"Now…m-make me cum...please?"
The duality of the man below him sent Craig spiraling.
His mind shifted to auto pilot as he let himself fully relax now. He was so worked up and focused on not hurting Tweek that he didn't let himself fully enjoy the moment. But hearing Tweek say that?
He knew he was okay.
"Fuck." Craig grunted out. The sound was beautiful to Tweek, gasping as his head was tugged back as Craig pulled on his hair.
"There-there you go. Like that-" Tweek encouraged, swallowing hard as he managed to whine out the last part of his train of thought. "Daddy."
His encouragement must have done a number on Craig, the man above him no longer holding back as one hand gripped Tweek's hip and the other gripped at his hair.
"Again."
There's that tone.
"What? Daddy? You like that?"
"You know I do."
"Didn't think you liked it that much."
"You underestimate yourself. It's only because of you."
Tweek whined loudly as his back arched off the mattress and head tossed back, Craig changing up the angle and hitting his prostate finally.
"F-fuck!"
With his neck now exposed, Craig took the opportunity to kiss and suck at the skin.
"Again." Craig growled out between kisses. All the sensations were making it hard for Tweek to focus. His mouth was so dry.
This is really what he's been missing in his life.
"T-Thank you. Thank you, daddy, thank you."
"Good boy," Craig cooed, pressing a kiss to a hickey he left. "Are you going to let me cum in you?"
"O-Of course. Anything for daddy, anything!"
Craig hummed quietly at the verbal consent.
With a few more harsh snaps of his hips, Craig followed through on his promise.
He listened as Tweek didn't hold back, yelling out Craig's name as he was filled with cum. It was exhilarating, Tweek following suit as he came between them all over himself.
There wasn't much to be said after that. Craig finally broke the silence after two minutes, letting out a quiet puff of air from his nose.
"You okay?"
"Mhm," Pause. "You staying over?"
"Can I?"
"Of course."
"Oh," Craig pressed a kiss to Tweek's cheek. "Then yes."
The blonde smiled tiredly at him, shifting so that he could look at Craig a little more.
"Where…where did you go after work?"
"Damien's…I talked to Pip."
Tweek blinked, not expecting that to be the answer to leave his boyfriend's mouth.
"Oh…is-are you okay? Is he okay?"
"We're great…wonderful really…I had a letter for him…from rehab."
Tweek started to connect the dots.
"Did you apologize to him, Craig?" He nodded. "You're such a good man." Tweek found himself smiling as he ran his hand over Craig's cheek.
"I ran into him…Damien," Craig nuzzled into his touch. "We…reconciled our differences…it was…nice."
Tweek couldn't help but smile more, knowing this was a monumental moment in Craig's life.
"That's so wonderful, handsome," Tweek pecked his lips, sitting up slowly after that. He winced slightly, but he was okay. "I'm going to get a quick shower. Do you need anything?"
"No," Craig watched Tweek as he stood. "But…again?"
"What?"
"Say it…one more time."
"W-What?!"
"That you're sexy." Craig said softly. Tweek stared at him for a moment, noticing just how small the bed was with Craig in it. His head rested on his arm, which stretched out under the pillow he was using. The blankets barely covered him (not that he minded) and his legs dangled over the end of the bed by a lot. The fact that Craig was willing to sleep like that…Tweek could muster up the words he so desperately wanted to hear. With a smile on his face this time, he said it effortlessly.
"I'm sexy."
They were both running late the next morning.
Waking up in Tweek's room offered a different level of intimacy than waking up in Craig's. Craig's room was so big and so was his bed, whereas Tweek's room was about half the size of Craig's and his bed forced them closer to one another. It led to a soft morning conversation and some making out, which then led to them losing track of time. Thankfully, Craig had an extra suit in his car he was able to change into and Tweek had showered the night before, so their morning routines were able to be compressed due to time restraints.
"If I remember correctly you only have two meetings today." Tweek explained as they quickly scarfed down their breakfast.
"W'th who?" Craig asked, mouth full of cereal.
"You're going to choke, and I think one is with Token and the marketing team and the other is with Cartman and his guys."
"Oh goodie." Craig groaned, eyes rolling as he set his bowl aside once finished eating.
"At least Token's meeting is first so you can be in a somewhat good mood for Cartman."
"Eric Cartman sucks the life out of me the moment I see his fat ass walk into my meeting room." Craig grumbled as he adjusted his tie in the reflection the microwave gave him. Tweek snickered to himself, giving his outfit one more look over before sliding his shoes on. He opted to wear pants today, but they were plaid and had a matching fabric belt that tied a little below his belly button. He paired it with a black button up that he rolled up to his elbows and-of course-his Louboutin heels. At this point, Tweek's outfits were incomplete without them.
"Chin up, we have to go."
Their ride in was uneventful, much like Craig's first meeting with Token. They discussed how they planned on showcasing the wine and what the best possible logo would be to attract longtime customers and bring in new customers as well.
But-like Craig mentioned that morning-all his excitement for the wine deal left his body as soon as Eric Cartman entered his conference room.
"Hola amigo!"
Nearly three months since I've last seen this fuck and he hasn't changed.
"Eric." Was all he replied with. Kyle shot him an apologetic smile, the rest of the men filtering in and sitting at their usual spot. Glancing around the room, Craig waited until everyone else sat down before he sat in his own chair.
"Been awhile since we've met up like this! I've missed doing business with ya, Tucker."
"Wish I can say the same about you, Eric."
"There's that ol' dickhead attitude I've missed so much! Oh! Speaking of, congrats on the new deal! Five hundred million is a big deal."
Craig blinked, sitting back in his chair.
"How did you hear about that?"
"It's all over the Wall Street Journal. It was the biggest sale made yesterday. Stocks for your company jumped eight percent."
Christ, really?
"Didn't realize you're keeping such a close eye on me." Craig teased, swearing under his breath as he realized he had forgotten to grab his folder off his desk for this meeting.
"I have to you know? We're doing business together now, but who knows? We're on the up and up." Eric continued on, Craig half listening as he shot Tweek a quick text.
Grab the blue folder off my desk please?
"On the up and up huh?"
Okay!
"Well, that, and also the fact that you can't seem to stay out of rehab long enough to get business done anymore."
Craig tensed at the mention of rehab. Not that he was ashamed of going, but he didn't want this to be a topic of conversation here.
"Eric." Kyle said through his teeth, the red head clearly mortified at his business partner's statement.
"Shut up." He hissed between his teeth, Kyle wincing slightly at the harshness of it. Craig hated that.
"I'm here to talk business, Eric, and if you can't respect that, then this meeting is done." Craig said as calmly as he could.
"Tucker, everyone knows you're just a fucking cocaine junky now, you know. It's all you'll be known as in the New York business world. Your reputation is tanked and it wouldn't surprise me if it ran in the family."
"If what ran in the family?"
Craig's eyes widened as Tweek's voice met his ears, heart hammering now because he really didn't want Tweek to hear all this. Cartman turned away from Kyle, looking Tweek up and down before letting out a laugh.
"Blondie, how does it feel working for a cocaine addict? This man probably grew up learning how to smuggle cocaine, so it's-"
"Why do you say that?" Tweek said slowly, walking over to stand behind Craig's chair. He noticed the way Craig stared at his phone, Tweek's eyes softening as he saw why.
A little notification sat on his screen.
You're 117 days sober today!
"Well-" Cartman shifted in his seat, letting out a laugh. "Look at him! He's-"
"Latino," Tweek interjected, fingers gripping onto the leather of Craig's chair. "Say it's because he's Latino."
Kyle stared at Tweek in awe, eyes darting to the man sitting next to him as he stumbled over his words.
"That-no-that's not it."
"Why would he be taught how to smuggle cocaine then? I've met his parents and they sure as hell wouldn't appreciate the accusation of that. They probably wouldn't appreciate hearing you talk about Craig like that, especially his mother, since she's-you know-Latino."
"I've met Thomas Tucker multiple times-"
"So, you know that he probably doesn't even think about you? Especially if this is how you treat people," Tweek tapped Craig's phone screen, holding it out towards Cartman's face as anger boiled up inside of him. "Read this to me."
"I'm not gonna fucking-!"
Tweek slammed the folder onto the table, thrusting it closer towards Cartman.
"Read it!"
Craig watched Tweek out of the corner of his eyes. He's used to the racist remarks after years of doing business with so many people like Cartman, but…he's never once had someone defend him like this. And seeing Cartman falter and crumble because of Tweek?
It was the most satisfying sight to Craig.
"You-You're 117 days sober today."
"A hundred and seventeen days sober! And you're going to sit there and call him an addict? Fuck you, Eric Cartman," Tweek tossed Craig's phone into his lap, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before turning on his heel. "Sorry for disrupting, enjoy your meeting." He grumbled as he walked out, door slamming behind him. Craig stared at the now closed door in absolute awe, stupid smile crossing his face.
"God, I fucking love him."
The rest of the meeting was spent with Cartman slumped in his chair, Kyle and Craig conducting most of the business at this point. As the meeting wrapped up, Cartman and his cronies left the building as quickly as possible, but Kyle lingered on the thirty second floor.
"I'm…sorry. For the things he said to you. That was unacceptable and completely inappropriate."
Craig gave a shrug of his shoulder, rubbing the back of his neck as he let out a sigh.
"Kyle, I'm thirty-eight years old. I've been hearing the same racist rhetoric for as long as I can remember. I've been called every name in the book and I had kids on the playground asking if they could play with me, but only if I was the Mexican they had to find in a game of intricate hide and seek," He paused, giving a small smile. "I'll survive."
Kyle stared at Craig once more, but then he remembered someone else.
"He's good for you."
"Tweek's a great secretary."
"I mean relationship wise," Kyle paused. "I wish I was that brave."
"What do you mean?"
Kyle let out a winded sigh, leaning against the table as he hitched his bag up onto his shoulder more.
"Well…I mean Davíd and I have been together almost a year now, couple months shy. We've had our fair share of…encounters, if you will. And I just…never know what to say. I try but…I'm always laughed at."
"The fact that you even try means the world to him, you know," Craig draped his suit jacket over his chair, crossing his arms across his chest. "The fact you said anything at all speaks volumes and I know I can say without a doubt that Davíd appreciates it."
Kyle smiled softly at the sentiment, looking down at his feet.
"I've gotten my fair share of remarks over the years. Nothing quite as bad, but working with Eric…the plethora of Judaism comments is enough to make me go insane."
"Don't invalidate your own experience, Kyle. Antisemitism is antisemitism."
Letting out a huff of air, Kyle nodded as he ran his hand over his hair to make sure it wasn't too frizzy. The summer heat often does that to his poor curls.
"Yeah…yeah, you're right."
Craig reached into his pocket, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a business card.
"Look, I know you two are in business together, but…if you ever need to leave…call me, okay?"
Kyle stared at the business card like it was a golden ticket, gently taking it from Craig as he nodded.
"…Thank you, Craig."
"The least I could do for a guy I kissed in October."
The comment made Kyle let out a laugh, the red head rolling his eyes as he stood up.
"Do you mind if I-?"
"Go see Davíd? No. Twenty seventh floor."
The door clicked shut behind him as he left the conference room, Tweek looking up from the computer and relaxing as he saw Kyle.
"I think they left you."
"That's okay. I'm mad at him anyways."
"Me too."
"Rightfully so," A pause. "Um…I don't…know if it's weird for us to talk…"
Tweek blinked, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"Why's that?"
"W-well…I'm dating your ex…"
"Oh!" Tweek let out a laugh. "Kyle, it's okay. We dated nearly seven years ago and besides," He looked towards the door of Craig's office, hearing the connecting door between the meeting room and Craig's office click shut. "I've got him now."
Kyle smiled at the happiness in his voice, stomach fluttering as he thought about Davíd five floors down.
"We should all go out sometime soon. And I mean us four, but also just everyone in general. I know Wendy since we live in the same building and I know a lot of people from marketing through Davíd."
The thought of everyone relaxing on a weekend and just doing something fun was such a breath of fresh air to Tweek. The past few months have been so Craig centric (not that he minded) that it would be nice to get everyone together.
"That sounds wonderful, Kyle."
The red head looked at his watch, swearing under his breath as he looked back up.
"Sorry to cut this short, but I don't have much time left and I was hoping to see Davíd."
"Go! Go see your man." Tweek laughed, watching Kyle rush off as he waved over his shoulder for a final goodbye.
The day was crawling past and Davíd couldn't seem to figure out why. He's already had a meeting upstairs, a phone meeting that involved him and Token banging their heads off the wall in Token's office, and he even got a chance to talk to his mother. Letting out a sigh, Davíd propped his feet up on his desk as he waited for some files to upload, sipping at the soda he bought from the vending machine down the hall. A pair of arms wrapped around his neck from behind, Davíd glancing over as a familiar set of red curls popped into his line of sight.
"You're here today?"
"Mhm," Kyle sighed as he held onto Davíd a little tighter. "Bad meeting."
"What was so bad, mi amour?"
"Cartman…as usual."
Davíd let his feet drop onto the ground, grabbing Kyle's wrist and tugging him down onto his lap for a little more privacy behind the cubical wall.
"What happened?"
Kyle looked at Davíd's face finally, seeing the concern etched into his brow.
"Just…Cartman saying some racist stuff about Craig…"
Davíd's face faltered a bit, swearing under his breath in Spanish.
"I told you I don't like him."
"I don't like him very much either."
"You can leave, you know. You have a choice."
"I own half the company with him, you know it isn't that simple."
Leaning back in his chair, Davíd tsked as he minimized the file on his computer once it finally finished uploading.
"I think he'll be fine without you, but that's just me. He seems to think he's the hot shot already. You need to be somewhere where you're worth is appreciated."
Kyle felt his face heat up at the compliment, rubbing at his arm sheepishly.
"Davíd…"
"I'm serious, Kyle," Davíd wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Wish you could like…come here, or somethin'…"
"Well…" Kyle held up Craig's business card in between his index and middle finger, turning it over a few times. "There's always the big man upstairs…"
Lifting his face up enough to see what Kyle was holding, the grin that Kyle felt cross his shoulder indicated that yeah…maybe this was a good idea.
"Think about his offer, Kyle…I haven't seen him do that in the ten months I've been here."
The statement made Kyle hold onto the card a little tighter, smile crossing his lips as he leaned down to press a kiss to Davíd's.
There's a lot Kyle Broflovski should be thanking Craig Tucker for.
The day was finally wrapping up and Tweek needed one more cup of coffee to get him through the last couple of hours. As he returned to his computer from the break room, Tweek noticed an email in his inbox from Craig.
Huh…
It was addressed to Clyde, Token, Jimmy, Tricia, Wendy, Bebe, Davíd, Kyle, and Tweek, the subject line making Tweek grin slowly.
Please Open I Need Opinions
Clicking the email open, Tweek read the five line long email:
I wanted to do some sort of outing this weekend.
I was thinking a roller rink.
Do people still do that?
I don't know.
Let me know what you think.
-CT
He didn't even bother knocking as he entered Craig's office.
"Roller rink?"
Craig's fingers stopped typing on his keyboard.
"I-I liked it as a kid. I dunno. I heard…you and Kyle talking about some sort of outing and…I agree…it's well needed."
Tweek smiled at how insecure Craig seemed about the topic at hand, a soft giggle escaping his lips as he sat in his lap and kissed his cheek.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." He whispered, noticing how Craig was already researching roller rinks in New York City.
"I um…wanted to thank you."
Oh.
"For what?"
"What you did today?"
"B-Bring your folder?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Tweek."
The blonde blushed as he looked at his lap, smiling sheepishly.
"Oh…right, um…i-it's funny because I wanted to apologize for that."
"Never," Craig took his face in his hands. "You never have to apologize for that."
"But-but I was so unprofessional and I shouldn't have-!"
"Eric Cartman was unprofessional when he started spewing racist bullshit," Craig ran his thumbs over Tweek's rosy cheeks. "You…stuck up for me…and I can't say that about a lot of people…so thank you."
Finding out that Tweek was one of very few people (if not the only person) that stuck up for Craig in a situation like that made his heart shatter. He doesn't know all that Craig has gone through, but based off of what he heard coming from Eric Cartman, he's got a general picture.
"I just…I love you and-and wanted to protect you in that moment.
"And that's why I love you so much." Craig cooed, pressing a light kiss to Tweek's lips. It made both men smile, but the moment was short live as Craig's office door swung open.
"DUDE! I've been dying to go to a roller rink!"
Clyde and the guys wandered in, Wendy and Bebe not far behind with Tricia as they all excitedly discussed the potential weekend plans.
Craig was surprised Davíd wasn't up here as well.
Something tells him he left a little early today to spend some time with a certain red head.
He didn't mind.
They deserved it.
NOTE: Sorry for any grammatical errors or whatever but I am SLEEPY and my fingers HURT and I have UPLOADED FINALLY!
So my life has taken a dramatic turn thanks to COVID-19 LOVE THAT!
My internship has been cancelled, classes are online (much like the rest of the country/world), my college graduation has been postponed until IDEK when, and I'm technically unemployed right now! Woo!
But in all seriousness, everyone stay safe and healthy and I hope y'all (y'all that still read this stinkin' fic I can't seem to finish LOL) enjoy this update!
Any and all feedback is appreciated and until next time!
