Thanks for the review(s) meh… yeah… a fair warning… there is no "love" involved in the story. Like I said, taking advantage of…not like rape or anything though.

Chapter 2

Sentimental Argument

Tweek was sitting on the edge of Stan's couch as he crawled behind him. Stan's experienced hands found their way around Tweek's shoulders and he started to massage them and his back. Tweek didn't even notice how suggestive Stan was being by massaging his back; he just thought that he was getting all the knots out of his stressed back.

Tweek hardly noticed when the massage slowly turned into an exploration of his arms, back and chest regions for Stan. Tweek would jolt every now and then out of habit but it wasn't from the smooth hands of Stan.

It was only when Stan's lips found their way to the back of his neck that Tweek snapped back to reality. He felt that Stan's hands were no longer massaging his back, but were securely attached to his stomach.

Tweek couldn't gather why he didn't stop Stan's attacking lips that were kissing every inch of his neck. He also couldn't gather why his stomach had an endless flight of butterflies while Stan tasted every bit of his slender neck.

Tweek didn't want to move, and he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he had never been showed that much attention before in his life and he was being shown what it was like. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment getting to him. Whichever the case, Tweek still couldn't move.

It felt like he would be there forever and Stan would claim his neck as his for evermore. That was, of course, until Tweek's body noticed he wasn't breathing and forced a breath out of him. Tweek seemed to snap back to reality and jumped off the couch, making Stan fall over the back edge onto the front.

"Washroom" Tweek yelled and ran straight out of Stan's living room and into the bathroom across the hall. He slammed the door with force and locked it.

Tweek leaned against the wall across from the toilet and his eye landed on a small flowered sign that read, "If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please sit down". Tweek shook his head ruefully at the sign and uttered words of dismay before he closed the lid of the toilet and sat down.

After minutes Tweek flushed the toilet and washed his hands, making Stan think he had went to the washroom.

"I thought you fell in." Stan commented. "I hope you're not like that all the time."

"What? I asked you for you expertise on dating…arg… and you…erg… " Tweek didn't return to the couch and Stan didn't really care, he was trying to finish his puzzle anyway.

Tweek looked around. "Where are your parents?"

"They went to Shelly's for dinner. I hate her so I didn't go." He said easily.

"Well, why didn't you go to the uh- party?" was Tweek's next question.

"Because if its one thing I learned is those parties are for losers…and Kyle…"

"What's that mean?" Tweek asked loudly and walked over to the couch and sat down, watching as Stan focused on the puzzle.

"It means Kyle is not a loser…he's just desperate to be cool." Stan slapped his hand on Tweek's right leg. "Could you stop?" he asked. Tweek's leg had been shaking without him really noticing.

"Sorry…"

"But I don't see his problem, he's cooler then you." Stan showed no remorse in saying that, he simply added another piece to the half finished puzzle.

"Hey!" Tweek shouted.

Stan shrugged. "Whatever dude."

"I still need your help." Tweek commented, trying not to ruin the chance he had to get information of dating. Stan tossed a few pieces on to the table and looked directly and focused at Tweek.

"Ok… Here's a scenario. I'm going to kiss you and you are going to react.'

"What? How is that- Stan I'm not- I don't think I'm- Oh god…" Tweek made a commentary of the entire situation.

"Gay? Homosexual? Neither am I…and I'm not asking you to be. I'm simply trying to help you get what you want.' Stan persuaded and moved slightly closer to a twitching Tweek.

"Have you ever kissed a boy before?" Tweek interrupted before Stan could do anything else.

"Yeah…but I've also kissed girls, lots of girls, and I know what they want."

Stan eyes were on fire. The whole time that Stan gazed into his soul he could feel the butterflies, creeping up his stomach as if they were trying to escape. Stan grabbed Tweek's hand and he began to twitch some more.

Tweek felt that he still needed more convincing about the whole necessity of the "kiss" but Stan wasn't willing to explain any more to him. The gap between the two was beginning to close and Tweek could feel his heart pounding and was sure that Stan could hear it just was well as he could.

Stan pressed his warm lips against Tweek tumbling ones. Tweek didn't do anything with his mouth, or lips, he just let Stan do all the work, even though he was supposed to be learning something from this. Stan's hands forcefully found their way around his neck and pushed Tweek's lips against his in raw need.

Once again, Tweek couldn't help but feel the butterflies creeping around the pit of his stomach making him glad that he wasn't standing up or he would have fallen. He was sure he was feeling this because this is how one should feel on their first kiss. He kneaded his own thighs out of anxiety and with irritation, tugged on his clothes, not sure of what to do with his hands.

Tweek protested at Stan's stealthy tongue trying to slide its way into his mouth. Stan pulled back and stared at the winded Tweek.

"What?" Stan asked with slight annoyance.

"Erg… It's just… Oh this is way too much pressure!" Tweek exclaimed and tugged shamelessly on his hair.

"Is this what you did on your first kiss?" Stan said sarcastically.

Tweek blushed and Stan, who noticed, started laughing.

"It is isn't it?" He leaned back into the couch and continued laughing.

"Urh… Stan…maybe I should… Oh Jesus! That was my first kiss." Tweek covered his face out of sheer embarrassment. Stan quickly stopped laughing and bolted upright.

"Really? Do you want to try it again? Wow, no wonder…" Stan shook his head. "I thought there was something strange about the way you were acting."

"I don't know about this Stan!" Tweek looked towards the window and tried to avoid Stan's perfect lips, which were curving into a devilish smile. Stan's hand roamed up Tweek's leg and then over his stomach, then chest until it wrapped itself around Tweek's neck bringing their faces close together.

"Do you want to have a successful date or not?" Stan asked him in a low credible voice. "Cause you know, you could go now and be doomed for the rest of your life."

"Arg…" Tweek shouted in Stan's face, causing Stan's eyes to close out of annoyance of the scream. "Too much pressure… I can't handle the pressure…Jesus…"

"Aren't you curious as how to kiss someone?" Stan asked, looking skeptically at Tweek. Both boys were so close that their noses were touching and their breaths were tantalizing each other's faces. Stan slightly pecked Tweek's unmoving lips. Tweek's eyes were wide with confusion. Sure he wanted to learn how to kiss someone, but was this really the way?

Again the bombardment of the butterflies when Stan's lips met Tweek's, causing him to sigh quietly, but not unnoticed. "Maybe I just like kissing…" Tweek thought to himself as Stan's eyes stared at his lips. "Boys?" Tweek added in his brawling brain.

Stan pushed Tweek down on the couch and was lying on top of him claiming his lips as his own. It felt, to Tweek, that he was starting where he left off…the tongue.

Stan slid his tongue across Tweek's trembling lips. Tweek could feel Stan smile before he started to slip his tongue into Tweek's warm mouth He wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his tongue; was he to just sit there while Stan roamed him, or was he to touch the invader with his own.

Tweek tentatively pushed his own tongue against Stan's, slightly enjoying the feeling. He could once again feel his heart beating out of his chest and the winged monsters in his stomach floating around. As much as Tweek willed himself not to do it, he couldn't help it. Tweek slowly raised a fidgeting hand and hesitantly placed in on the back of Stan's neck.

Stan quickly pulled away and said happily, "progress".

Tweek tried to hide the fact that he was breathing harder then normal, but somewhere deep inside him, he knew that Stan noticed.

"Who did you kiss?"

"In alphabetical order?" Stan joked.

"I mean, the boy…erg…who did you kiss?"

Stan took long to answer. Tweek thought that he even saw a light blush creep over his face. "Kyle…" he said quietly and flipped over a piece of the puzzle.

"Why?"

"We were kinda drunk, and Kyle and I wanted to experiment…it isn't any different then kissing a girl, sort of. I've got the best of both worlds" Stan smirked.

"So, who is it you want to date?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Eh… Natalie."

"Oh… I wouldn't ask her out. She will date anyone, get what she wants from you and then leave you hanging a week later. Trust me I dated her back in ninth." Stan didn't look at Tweek as he said it.

"But… I'm still going to…" Tweek uttered defiantly.

"Why don't you stay over?" Stan said, changing the subject once again and eyeing his puzzle with uncertainty.

"What?" Tweek shrieked.

"Its midnight. You came over here, you may as well stay."

"Oh Jesus!" Tweek complained.

"Tweek, seriously, calm down." Stan was severely focused on his puzzle that he said that out of habit rather than significance. His tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth scanning the puzzle eagerly trying to fit it in.

Tweek stood halfway between the living room and half way between the doorway. He didn't know what he wanted to do, stay here or go home. But as Tweek looked at Stan he couldn't help but feel a natural pull to him. Perhaps it was just the power of the jock, or just the power of Stan's nature.

Whatever the reason, Tweek stood in his place unmoving, shaking.

"Are you staying or going?" Stan asked offhandedly.

"I'll stay." Tweek answered and he climbed over the back of the couch and focused on Stan's puzzle.

"Why are you being so indecisive?" Stan looked at Tweek for the first time in a while, focusing completely on him. Tweek looked around nervously and then cocked his head to the side, attempting to avoid Stan's eyes.

"Me…inde- indecisive? What am I doing that's indecisive?" he asked quickly.

"Are you staying or leaving? Are you straight, gay or bi… you know…just normal things…"

"Those aren't normal… I thought you…arg…" Tweek buried his face in his hands and felt like he was going to die. Now Stan thought he was gay…

"What?" Stan turned pack to his puzzle.

"I'm not gay!" Tweek moaned miserable into his hands.

"Ok… you're just bi…" Stan complied.

"I-" he began to protest but he wasn't sure of what he was anymore… he did get excited when Stan kissed him. Perhaps "excited" wasn't the right word. Tweek didn't move his head out from his hand as he contemplated what exactly was the right word to describe what he had been feeling

Tweek felt like he was piecing together the puzzle of Stanley Marsh. He was so simplistic but impossible to figure out. It would seem, at times, that he was the level headed one of the group and other times he was just as crude and just as mean as the rest of them. Tweek glanced at Stan as if he could decipher his pieces just by looking at him.

Tweek was content with the fact that Stan was a complex character. It was hard, and too much pressure for Tweek to see whether or not he was shy or blatant about kissing a boy, especially Kyle.

When Tweek thought about Stan kissing him he got a wave of butterflies in his stomach and his face instantly flushed. Stan was and wasn't different then those jocks you see in the movies. He was caring but not caring enough. He was one of those people who would shake your hand and piss in your boot at the same time, only helping himself to what's helpful for him.

In some ways Tweek resented him and in other ways he wished he could just be him. He had it easy. Tones of friends, respect from the teachers, football star and relatively good grades.

"What?" interrupted Stan as he raised an eyebrow at the flinching Tweek.

"What?" Tweek repeated.

"Why are you staring at me like that… you look like you're going to pass out."

"I was staring at you?" Stan nodded carelessly. "Oh… sorry.' He apologized and his eye jerked shut and open again.

Tweek stood off the couch, feeling lightheaded. "Where can I sleep?" He asked.

"Shelly's old bedroom is now the guest room… its across from mine. Upstairs" Stan told him, not taking his eyes of the chopped puzzle again.

Tweek turned and headed up stairs, trying to take his mind off the butterflies that Stan was making him feel. Tomorrow he would be able to forget about Stan and begin thinking about Natalie again.

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There is chapter 2… please review… thanks… hey I actually did a half assed job editing… usually I never edit….