"Coach, I need a break."

"You need to lay off the burgers, Craig," he corrects me. I gap and hear Tweek snicker in the background. "C'mon, you can keep going."

I swear and take a deep breath. "How much more? You're not making Tweek do anything!"

"No matter how grown y'all look you still act like children," he laughs. "I didn't tell Tweek to do shit but look at him- working hard." Tweek sticks his tongue out and flips me off. "So don't worry about Tweek. Worry about yourself."

"I can't," I tell him. "I'm taking a break."

"You're weak!" He shouts. "How old are you? My friends and me go longer than this without a break!" Oh, my God. I'm not your stupid friends! "If you take a break when you feel like you need it, you don't get stronger."

"Fine!" I snap. "Let's go."

Whap, whap, whap! Hit, duck, hit, shuffle.

Coach and I hit for a little while more, working on the same combo he taught me earlier this week. Finally, he lets me go. I don't bother working out. They act like this is normal but fuck, this is too much. And he's not making Tweek do shit. If I was just running or lifting the whole time, it'd be way easier.

Tweek comes over laughing. "Done already?"

"I can still definitely fight you again and kick your ass so you should just keep quiet over there."

"Pretty sure, I kicked your ass," Tweek corrects. "Is always telling yourself that you're winning, how you handle the insane amounts of loss you get?"

I scoff, "Go away."

Coach laughs at us. "Hurry and get dressed so I can leave then, if you're done."

As we're getting dressed I ask Tweek if he wants a ride. He says yeah in a weird way. I could tell since we were fighting he's been pissed off. I just assumed at first it was his general pissed off but now I think he's pissed off at me.

"Alright, Coach, we're out!" I call.

"You boys get home safe!"

We walk to my car quietly. We get in and buckle up. I drive us to his house and he still doesn't say anything. "Turn here," he says. Because I wasn't expecting it, the turns sharp. Considering that though, he did give me pretty ample time to make it.

"Where are we going?"

He still doesn't say anything. We drive down a dirt wooded road instead of his neighborhood. It looks like a neighborhood but these houses are spaced out farther. "Pull over here." I do as he says and he reaches over and turns the truck off.

He lifts the center console and mounts me. "What're you-"

He kisses me aggressively. He bites my lower lip, then going for my ear, biting that too. He's mad. "What the fuck?! I can't take this anymore. I hate him. Why's he gotta be there every time? And then you didn't even come yesterday. All because you couldn't remember to lock the damn door."

"Sorry."

"Yeah? Well, now where are we supposed to do this?"

"You still want to do this?"

Tweek pauses and sits back. Then we're just kinda are quiet for a while. "Don't you?"

"I do," I tell him surely. "I just thought since you said it didn't mean anything… and you didn't know if you're even into guys." What I'm trying to say is that I didn't think Tweek would have wanted to keep going, considering all the trouble it'd be sneaking around now that we can't use the gym. Besides that, we're so close to leaving anyways. But instead I said that stupid shit making it seem like his fault and then adding, "It's not like we're in a relationship."

But Tweek has no reaction. He's thoughtful for a moment before deducing, "We should review our terms."

More silence. It's kinda a warm night and Tweek's still planted in my lap. Doesn't look like he wants to move either. This looks like a long conversation. We haven't done anything for so long, I feel extra sensitive to him. I shouldn't be turned on right now. I need to pay attention now more than ever. Don't let him distract you.

Maybe if I don't look into his eyes. His eyelashes are so long. Damn, he's pretty. No! Just look at his lips. That's the worse thing I could look at! He'll think I'm not paying attention and I wouldn't be. Then I won't look at his face, but then he'll think really I'm not paying attention. His nose? Shit, even that's cute. It's freckled- "Craig?! Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Sorry."

He rolls his eyes. "You know what-"

He moves and I grab him. "I'm sorry. I'm listening."

He sits back down with a crease between his brows. It's like he's trying to be cute on purpose. "Since this isn't a real relationship, we should figure out some things. I don't know, it has to be from both of us. What we want and don't want." Asshole. Only you determined this wasn't a real relationship. "We are having sex."

"Alright," I agree. "We are having sex, so we can't have sex with other people. It's safer that way," I reason. "If we're having sex, it's better if we only have sex with each other, right?" The more I said the less confident I got. The more it sounded like that only thing that made this not a relationship. But Tweek merely shrugs.

"Okay," he says, easily. "Give me your phone."

"Why?" I ask, handing it to him.

"My term is communication. So, I'm putting in my number."

"Oh…" I say. It's quiet as he types. Tweek starts blushing. "Don't blush, jackass! You're gonna make me blush."

"You made a weird face first," he tells me, blocking my face with his hand

"Honestly, we should've done this by now. We meet every day. How have we not been communicating?"

"Sometimes you just don't show up," Tweek says, tartly. "But I'd go if you're there or not so it never mattered." He calls himself and then cancels the call. "But now since we have to plan our shit out," He shoots me a glare.

"You would've done the same thing! That's why you didn't want to do it!"

"I guess," he says. "But if I know that about myself and I had to do it, I'd be extra cautious 'cause I'm not a dumbass! It wasn't a hard job, Craig. You had one thing to do." My phone dings and Tweek looks at it. "Your mom says, 'We should talk more tonight. I have some questions if that's okay.'" He laughs. "Your mom talks to you like she's talking to her therapist." Then he looks confused.

"Hey," I take my phone back. "Don't be a dick."

"Fine, fine," he says. "Sorry." I wave him off. "Also, no more PDA. When we do stuff like that in the parking lot or the gym with all the windows. I feel like someone somewhere somehow will see us," he says. "I don't really mind if people find out," he admits. "I know my parents won't care. I don't know about you but either way, I'd just rather not risk it doing stupid shit."

"You're right," I agree. "And sorry, by the way."

"Do you have anything else?" I shrug. "Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be."

"Well," I say. There is one more thing. I just don't know if I can say it. This might be my only chance though.

"What?"

There's no way I can say it. "N- never mind."

He starts laughing. "What is it? Now you have to say it."

"No…"

"For real," he says, softly "I don't care. Just tell me."

I stare at him. "You creepy bastard. I'll tell you but don't do that ever again." He starts laughing again.

"We get kinda rough and… honestly I'd like to be rougher sometimes but I didn't know if you would be okay with it," I tell him. "Either way, I think we should have a safe word." So I can know when he really means, 'don't' and, 'stop'.

Tweek hums in thought. "Well, if we had a safe word I guess you could do whatever and I could just tell you if I wanted you to stop."

Ha, what. Wait a minute…

"What?"

"If we had a safe word," he repeats more clearly, not understanding that my, 'what' was rhetorical. But the confirmation is still… "You could do whatever you want and I could just let you know if I don't like it."

"You're saying…"

"What- Why are you so confused?"

"I can do whatever I want to you. You understand that, right?"

"Well, Craig, I wasn't expecting it to be anything extreme but now I'm reconsidering," he says. He gasps a little. "Why are you getting hard?! I take it back. We haven't agreed yet. I take it back."

I cover my face. "It's not my fault! Who says shit like that? You just said I could do whatever I wanted to you. A lot went through my mind. And why're you still in my lap anyways? Didn't you say that it was uncomfortable?"

"It is," he says. "But we're having a conversation."

"So you have to sit in my lap?"

"That wasn't the objective when I got in your lap," he argues. "You were the one who killed the mood and it's not back just because you're hard."

"Where even are we?"

"Some creek by my house," he says. "I come here to smoke a lot. Nobody knows about it so nobody ever comes.

I grab his thighs and hike him closer on my lap. He gasps a little. "Asshole," he says. "I'm adding that to my list. Stop yanking me around. I don't grab you, do I?"

"That's true," I consider. "You would if you could though," I tell him surely with a smirk.

"It seriously pisses me off. Stop doing it."

"I'll try," I assure him.

"Doing it in here is gonna be terrible," he considers. "Nah, let's just get off and then go home."

"What?"

"Yeah," he says. "Not happening."

"Take your shorts off before I get mad." He snickers but starts to push his shorts off. "You do this shit on purpose." That's not fair of me to say when I think everything he does turns me on but he did sit in my lap on purpose and this whole thing was so we could fuck, right? Ultimately, wasn't that why he drove us out here?

"Maybe someone shouldn't skip practice," he says. He was seriously upset about that? Was he going to do this yesterday and then I bailed? How the hell was I supposed to know that?

"You could've asked for my number at any time," I point out.

"Yeah, so could you."

"You would've beaten me up or not given it to me," I tell him and he knows I'm right.

"How'd we go this long without doing anything anyways?" he kisses my neck and I hold his hips.

"I have no idea," I say, slipping my hands beneath his shorts.

"I was so angry for no reason and then I realized why," he chuckled.

"Are you sure we can't do it?"

He sighs heavily. "Don't sway me."

"Don't allude that you can be swayed," I counter.

"No, we can't," he says, surely. "Now, c'mon. Let's be fast." He reaches into my shorts.

Weak. I grab his shirt and lift it. "Hold this." He takes it and I nip at his chest.

"Hm, I said fast," he says. I suck tenderly where I just bit. "Hah, fine, do what you want."

I hold back my laughter and continue to kiss and suck on his nipples. He hums and moans and I feel him reach between us. He starts to pleasure himself but I grab his hand. I put it on my throbbing member and replace his hand with my own. He glances at me.

Like this.

Tweek and I stroke each other slowly. He grabs my shirt and yanks it up. "Hold this,' he mocks.

"Ya gonna fondle me now?" I tease.

"Mm, no, looks better like this." I take my shirt off and toss it to the side so it doesn't get in the way. He leans into me and hums. "Maybe I should," he smirks. He kisses my neck and our hands move faster. His free hand runs down my torso. "Hah, you have such a nice body." It has to be nice if I'm gonna keep up with you. "Hm…"

I grab his back and pull him in closer. "I'm gonna come," he warns. I quickly cover it with my hand. Unfortunately, we weren't smart enough to think of grabbing tissues prior. Tweek's hand speeds up and he kisses my neck and then me.

After I come, Tweek climbs back into his seat and we clean ourselves up. "Great. My legs are sore."

If you're just gonna keep complaining about my truck and shitting on all my hopes and dreams then fine, "What kind of sex friends don't even actually have sex?"

"If you'd came yesterday, maybe we could've figured it out by now. Your truck's too small." Yeah, yeah. 'Cause it's always my fault. "You'd be the only one enjoying it."

How disappointing. I fully understand his reasoning and that's fine but how disappointing. It was a beautiful thought I suppose, but I should've kept in mind that Tweek's a selfish bastard.

"C'mon, don't be a douche."

"I'm more upset about you trashing my truck."

"C'mon, don't be a douche," he repeats. "We can figure something out. We can't go to my house. Is your place free at all?"

"I don't know. I'd have to check with everyone's schedule and that changes daily."

"We'll figure it out," he shrugs, sitting back. "Take me home. I'm tired."

"That's no way to ask for anything."

"What? Please?" He raises an eyebrow. "Please take me home, Craig. What are you, my mom?"

"I'm adding to my list," I say grabbing his wrist. "I want a mutual level of respect." He snatches his hand back. "You know, you don't even have to say please but not having an attitude all the time would be nice. Sometimes it feels like you hate me- and don't say you do because if we're gonna do this and have these 'terms', then mine is that you can't hate me." It makes me feel shitty when we do things and then he treats me like garbage or when I'm nice to him and then he's rude.

"I don't hate you. Don't be a pussy."

"Take me seriously."

"I'll try," he mocks.

"Fine," I say. I start the truck and drive him the rest of the way home.

"Don't be like that. It was a joke," he tells me. "I'll see you tomorrow." He hops out and I watch him until he's inside. I lean into the steering wheel and sigh.

Now I get to talk to my mom…


Thanks for all the support. You guys are wonderful. Means a lot to me. I'm sure these aren't perfect either but here they finally are. Omg what have we learned?