Omg would you look at that. Im not dead :D… only on the inside :D. This is no guarantee I'll be posting again soon and for that I apologize sincerely cause I understand the frustration from an unfinished story but hey im here now and I'll be back for summer and .. ah.. I mean if u pm ill respond and if I don't then jeez. I guess I really did die .. easy reading!
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Oh, shit. I'm good today. All my training comes together and everything just feels right. I'm one step ahead of Tweek no matter what he does. Days like these are good, especially since they don't come that often. Days I'm better than even Tweek.
I throw a punch that I almost thought missed but it doesn't. I hit Tweek straight in his ribs. It was a hard blow too. I didn't think I'd actually hit him which is why I went so hard. He was supposed to dodge or block, not stand there like an idiot. Tweek flinches only a little bit but I know it must've hurt like hell. It hurts like hell when he hits me and I've got a much larger frame than he does. Bigger hits, smaller body.
Wait… Why am I feeling bad for this asshole? He beats me up all the time!
Left, right, left- he does this all the time when he feels cornered. He just doesn't know I know that yet. And finally, uppercut. I block and hit him in the face. I hit him again while he's stunned and I go for another but somehow, instead of cowering and blocking and being weak since I just busted his face, Tweek stands back up and blocks and then sends a punch. Fucking prick.
We go back and forth for a while. It's definitely him but I can tell he's trying, just not completely there. Is that how I look when I'm off? I get another hit on him, to his shoulder this time. We go until we're too tired and beat up. Then we hop out of the ring. Tweek drinks his water. I dry my forehead and check him out while his eyes are closed.
"Hm," I say as we start back towards the locker rooms. "That's weird."
"What?" Tweek says. I catch a hint of attitude in his tone. I smirk.
"Wasn't it you who said something like you'd, 'never lose to trash like me'."
Tweek glares at me. "Yeah, and?"
I shrug. "Don't know. Just back there, almost looked like I was... winning."
"Oh, whatever. You got one good hit. That's it."
"If it leaves a bruise then, that's not a good hit? I'm just asking cause your chests starting to look pretty bad. Might wanna get some ice on it." Tweek's face turns red.
"Well you keep hitting the same spots every time we box so of course it's gonna bruise. Plus, I just bruise easy."
It's true. I learnt this while giving Tweek a hicky once. He was super pissed off by the damage. He still won't let it go. Either way, I roll my eyes, "Sure, sure, you bruise easy. It's okay, Tweek. If you want I can take it easy from now on."
"Jesus Christ, your ego is suffocating. You do well one time and we'll never hear the end of it. What is that, Craig? One to a hundred?"
I snicker. Tweek looks vexed but we both know where this is going. The angrier he is, the better in, in fact.
He opens his locker aggressively throwing shit in it. "I'd say I beat you more than just this time. There was that time I got you in the eye remember?"
He scoffs, "Okay? How many times have I given you a black eye?"
"You have to admit I'm improving."
"Fuck off. I have to admit your opinions?" Ouch. I know he's just being bitter because I have gotten better. I think soon I might even be able to match Tweek but I'd need to apply myself a little more. "If we fight a hundred times you're bound to win eventually."
"Asshole."
"Ego maniac."
"Fuck face."
"Blow me."
I chuckle and Tweek starts taking his hair down. I take my shirt off as well and then I heart a grunt. A pain-filled grunt from the blonde to my left. A small grunt but a noise of pain. I'm stunned at first but then I burst out laughing. Tweek glares, putting a hand to his rib.
"Does it hurt that bad?" I cackle, holding myself up with the lockers.
"You fucking hit me with your knuckles!"
"What else would you hit with?"
"Cheap bastard. You don't know anything." He grumbles.
"Poor thing." I step closer to him, pressing him against the lockers. "I have to admit I do feel a little bad." I case him in with my arms.
Tweek sighs, "Jeez, just shut up."
"You want me to kiss it and make it all better?"
Tweek doesn't wait for a response, he grabs my face and pulls me into him. It's not long before my tongues in his mouth but I leave his face to trail kisses down his neck to his collar. I take Tweek's waist and grab him. I've never really done this before so I'm relieved when his legs and arms wrap around me immediately after I lift him. But Tweek doesn't question it. Now I'm face level with his chest. I start with a small kiss at the edge of the worst bruise currently occupying Tweek's torso. I kiss around the edge and I'm about to move to the center but something else catches my eyes. I know girls like it when you play with their boobs but does that work for guys? Shit. Whatever.
Trying my best to not give away how inexperienced and nervous I am, I flick my tongue over Tweek's nipple. His body flinches. He didn't stop me though. I drag my tongue around the edge and then take the whole thing in my mouth. I play with it with my tongue and my teeth until Tweek's panting. His hands tangle in my hair. Mine hold him steady in his raises position. I gradually lower Tweek once my arms get tired and I figure his wound is sufficiently treated.
Tweek just pulls me back into a kiss. I trace down his sides, gripping his hips firmly. Our chests bump and our shorts brush against each other. He pulls my hair and chomps down on my lip. I slam him back against the locker.
"Fuck," I swear. What's his fucking problem?
He pulls me closer, if that's even possible. His hand leaves my hair to grab my neck and press our lips back together. Our shorts brush again. I've never been more aware of how thing they are.
Why's he so fucking aggressive?!
Shit.
He quickly abandons my lips once more moving onto my neck. "Ah, shit." His other hand still lays in my hair looping around the strands and pulling ever so slightly. His teeth sink into my neck. "Tweek, w-" I need to tell him to stop. Usually it's mostly just kissing. Our shorts brush again.
No way.
It's too late.
Shit.
He keeps kissing my neck and I swallow. I don't know what to do, I don't want to push him off of me. This is normal, isn't it? But it wasn't supposed to fucking happen. Why am I hard right now?
Slowly, Tweek stops kissing and I feel my entire face heat up.
"Craig..." I don't even say anything. I don't know what to say. "Are you hard?"
Of course, I'm fucking hard. What kind of question is that? Jesus Christ. I like kissing Tweek but I never thought it'd get like this. It was the nipples. I shouldn't have played with his nipples.
I didn't mean to. I didn't think I could get hard just by kissing, especially a guy. A guy. I got hard by a guy. "Uhm. Yeah." I wonder what Tweek's thinking. I can't meet his eyes. I'm the last person anyone would probably think this would happen to but Tweek doesn't look at me like other people anyways.
"Oh," is all he says. I guess for Tweek's there's not much to say either. I just figured if this ever happened he'd shove me away and make fun of my or something.
"I- uh- we don't- s-sorry."
"Well, don't fucking apologize if I'm responsible," he tells me.
"I'm not sure what else to do."
"Okay," he says. "That's fair." He kinda smiles, "I can't believe I gave you a boner." That's definitely not helping. He looks contemplative like he wants to say something and then finally he does. "Can I… see it?"
I flush. "What? W- wh- a- Why?"
He shrugs, "I mean I figured this would probably happen eventually. I just hoped it wasn't me first." He laughs at my expression. I'm sure he considers this a win too. "I've never seen somebody else's..."
"Tweek," I start.
"Unless you want to stop," he adds, leaning back into my neck, pressing his lips against it.
I'm extremely perplexed. So while Tweek's leaving me hickys I slip my gym shorts lower on my hip until they fall to the ground. I do the same for my boxers. Tweek takes a moment to glance between our bodies. He's there a notably long time. He hums, "Can I touch it?"
What are you asking? Fuck. "Do you want to?" I counter.
"Why else would I ask, dumbass?"
My face flushed further. "Never asked before," I point out.
"Just a yes or no, Craig," he says. "I can tell you're nervous. It's okay if we just stop." But I don't want to stop. I never wanted to stop but I also never thought I'd be saying this to a guy. Because after this there's no denying it. Kissings just kissing. Kissings explainable.
"Yes."
I can salvage the wreck if all it was was just kissing. You can kiss anyone and it doesn't necessarily mean anything. But why else would you-
I inhale sharply. Tweek takes me in his hand firmly and starts slow strokes. He continues kissing my neck too. Hr grabs my face and turns it towards his, "Tell me if it feels good." He says before kissing me. We kiss and Tweek's hand gets faster. His hand feels so small compared to mine. It doesn't take long for me to come and I'm not even embarrassed because I wanted it to be over quickly. I wanted to go home and process because now, I have no fucking idea what I want and I'm wondering if I ever did.
