Hello again everyone. It's been about a week since my last update, so I thought it was time. I think I'll only write a couple more chapters to this fic. I'm going to be super busy pretty soon here, so I want to finish this while I still have time. So sorry if it may seem like I'm rushing to the end, but I'll try to keep it even. This one's going to be a bit smuttier, but nothing too extreme. It's not as long and it also doesn't have much of a plot. If you don't like it, don't read, I don't need a bunch of flames. As usual, I don't own the characters or South Park, wish I did though.

High School Life

Part 4: Ice Cream

By: TweekFan

Yes, he was definitely being ignored. Tweek placed the phone back onto it's holster, his eyebrows knit in concern. He picked up his coffee and took another drink. His face soured when he tasted the cooled liquid. Obviously he hadn't realized how long it'd been. He walked into the kitchen and dumped the remnants into the sink. He refilled his cup from the pot that was still in the machine and drank heartily. Why was Clyde ignoring him? Shouldn't he be avoiding Clyde? He didn't want to though, he wanted to talk to him. He wanted to see him, and tell him that it was okay. He made up his mind and quickly strode over to the door. He placed the mug on the table, turning back to the house.

"Mom! I'm going over to Clyde's for awhile!"

"Okay sweetie," his mom shouted from the Living Room, "have fun" her eyes never left the flickering screen in front of her.

Tweek shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walked down the sidewalk, huddling against the cold. He shivered when a particularly brisk wind swept through and went down the back of his jacket. He walked a little faster, hoping that the wind wouldn't catch up to him. He watched his boots as they kicked through the freshly fallen snow, paying little attention to where he was going. He had walked this path so many times that he could do it with none of his five senses. He stopped when he reached the drive to Clyde's house, looking up at his window. There was a light on, probably his bedside lamp judging by the amount of light. He took a deep breath and started up the front door. Suddenly his feet went out from under him, dropping him face first into the snow. He picked himself up and let out a string of profanities as he spit the snow out of his mouth. Suddenly he was bathed in light, he looked up at the open door. Clyde was standing in the door wearing his pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. His war was disheveled, obviously he had been in bed. Clyde quickly jogged down to his friend.

"Tweek! Are you okay?" Clyde asked as he helped his friend up out of the snow. Clyde's bare feet crunched through the snow as he led Tweek into the house and set him on the couch. Clyde looked at Tweek worriedly, noticing that his lip had split and there was now a small trickle of blood on his chin. Clyde retrieved several tissues from the side table and dabbed the blood away. Tweek looked up and smiled as Clyde cleaned his battered lip. Clyde looked up to meet his eyes, than quickly dropped them back down and bit his lip. Tweek noticed the blush spreading over his face and his smile grew broader.

"Are you okay?" Clyde's face wasn't even a foot from Tweek's when he brought his gaze back up.

"Yeah," Tweek replied with a nod "I'm perfect."

Tweek leaned forward and pressed his lips up against Clyde's, feeling him stiffen momentarily before he melted and returned the affection. They stayed that way for several minutes only pausing when one of them needed a breath. Clyde pushed Tweek back with his lips, pressing him against the back of the sofa. Tweek allowed Clyde to deepen the kiss. Shivers traveled through him when he felt Clyde's tongue enter his mouth. Their tongues crashed together, becoming more forceful the longer they pressed on. Clyde broke the kiss, pulling back to catch his breath. They looked at each other as they panted, their bodies warmed from the passion. Tweek chuckled lightly,

"Just like my dream."

Clyde smirked at Tweek's statement and began to laugh with his friend. Clyde grabbed Tweek's hand and pulled him upstairs. His parents had luckily gone to bed long ago, leaving the house entirely to Clyde and Tweek. As soon as they got into Clyde's bedroom he turned around and pressed Tweek against the door kissed him feverishly. Tweek ran his hands up the back of Clyde's shirt, running his hands over the defined muscles of his shoulders. Tweek's dragged his fingernails down his back, causing Clyde to cringe sightly. Clyde had one hand pressed against the door next to Tweek's head, the other one roamed up his shirt, smoothing over his chest. Tweek sucked in his breath when Clyde latched himself onto the smooth skin of his neck, marking his collarbone. Clyde quickly unbuttoned Tweek's shirt, exposing his skinny frame to the cool air. Clyde put his hands on Tweek's waist and pulled him closer, pressing their groins together. Tweek's belly pressed against Clyde's, his shirt gliding over his abs when Tweek squirmed.

Clyde pulled away, panting for breath. Lust burned in his eyes as he looked at Tweek with ferocity. Tweek put a hand on his chest and pushed him back until he fell on the bed. Tweek straddled him and pinned his arms over his head. He leaned down and kissed Clyde on the lips quickly. He pushed up his shirt and kissed his chest, reveling in the groan that Clyde emitted. He continued kissing down Clyde's abdomen, planting a kiss directly onto his bellybutton. Clyde moaned as he felt the hot lips of his partner moving down towards his nether-regions. Tweek ran his hands down his stomach, running his hands around the definition of Clyde's six-pack. He untied Clyde's pants, sliding them down his thighs, smiling at the Terrance and Philip boxers he had on. He looked up at Clyde, his hot breath hitting Clyde above the waistband of his boxers. They smiled at each other, making a non-verbal agreement with a small nod of the head. Tweek reached over and turned off the lamp next to the bed, casting the room into darkness.

Tweek and Clyde sat across form each other at the kitchen table, both taking scoops out of a large bucket of chocolate ice cream. Tweek was wearing only his Green polka dot boxers, Clyde was clad in his pajama bottoms from earlier. They cast glances at each other from across the table, smirking as they did. Tweek set aside his spoon and stuck his finger into the container. Clyde gawked as Tweek took a glob of ice cream on his finger and proceeded to suck it off, eyes locked with Clyde's the entire time. He scooped his finger back through the treat and retrieved another mound. This one he offered to Clyde who obligingly took Tweek's finger into his mouth. When he released the digit, they both laughed. Clyde closed the container and placed it back into the freezer. Tweek walked up behind him and pat his butt as Clyde bent down into the bottom freezer. Clyde shot up, slightly startled he grabbed Tweek and twirled him around. He bent Tweek back and kissed him deeply, kicking the freezer shut behind him.. He swooped back up with a flourish, releasing Tweek with a slight spin. Tweek grinned and placed his hands on Clyde's biceps, standing on his toes to reach the lips of the slightly taller boy. They laced their fingers together as as they headed back upstairs, Clyde turning off the light on the way.

Hmm, that was interesting to write. Kinda dirty, hopefully nothing too over the top. I'm a tease, I know, but nothing too graphic for this fic. Hopefully you liked it, can't say I've tried anything like that before. Review if you liked it, bugger off if you didn't.