Incoherent talking stirs me awake. I could've slept through it but I didn't know where I was initially. I quickly recognize Tweek's room though and let myself rest again.
"So annoying," Tweek says, slamming the door, lightly. He looks at me with the fury of a thousand suns. "You weren't supposed to spend the fucking night."
"I was too drunk to drive. What did you expect?"
"You just passed out right after. Naked, sticky, gross."
"I'm not even that gross."
Tweek snaps, "Get dressed and leave." Only then do I notice the folded clothes in his hand- my clothes. He must've washed them afterwards last night. What the fuck…? How did this even happen?
I groan and turn over. "What time is it?"
"It's eight. I had to get up before my parents so they wouldn't walk into my room and see you," he tells me. "Since you wouldn't wake up for shit."
"Look at you, Mister Responsible... Let me sleep a little longer. I'm hung over."
"You're so fucking obnoxious," he mutters. "I should strangle you." He throws my boxers at me. "At least put something on," he averts his gaze which makes me laugh a little. Weirdo.
"Hey, I have morning wood. Wanna do it again?"
"No," Tweek says, seeming to get angrier by this. "I don't. Because I'm sore. Because you're an asshole!"
"If you're talking about last night, I don't remember anything." I can assume Tweek and I had sex and then I passed out.
Tweek jumps on top of me and hits me in the face. It's too abrupt for me to react. He grabs my face with one hand.
"Did you seriously just punch me?" I'm kind of laughing but it really hurt. My words are muffled by his palm.
His grip tightens. He's still serious so I stop joking. "You need to remember because if you ever pull some shit like that again, Craig, I'm gonna snap your dick in half and then set you on fire." Jesus fucking Christ.
"What are you talking about? What did I do?"
"You just shoved it in- augh," he pushes my face, turning red. "If I- You're gonna piss me off more…" The whole time he talks he shoves my face back, harder. But I'm not trying to make him mad, I can't even remember being offered to come to Tweek's house… "I want to hit you again," he says, releasing me. "Get dressed and leave, before I do," he says.
The irony is that Tweek's on top of me now so even though he declined my initial offer, I wonder if everything's off the table. Just shoved it in? "I'm sorry. Did it hurt?"
"You're not sorry and of course it fucking hurt. What do you think?" He hits me again.
"I always felt like you sort of liked the pain."
"Did you fucking hear me?" He hits me again.
"You have too much energy for eight in the morning. You have too much energy for being sore too. Are you sure we can't?" I glide my hand up his spine into his shirt. "I don't even remember last night."
Tweek looks furious, snatching my hand away and pinning me. Hm, this is… "You just do whatever the hell you want! I said you can't stay here. I told you not to shove it in and you did that too. And you fucked up my sheets," he growls. Is he mad that I was too rough? I thought Tweek liked it rough! Then what's the problem?
"Well, you messed up my jockstrap," I counter. "Among many other things, I just never brought up." Honestly. Who gets mad about that shit. It was an accident.
Tweek glares at me. "Why do you even wear a jockstrap?"
That's his counter? "Optimal athletic support."
"Whatever, it's dumb." He likes it.
"Whatever," I echo. "If you're sore let me make you feel better."
Tweek sighs. "You're a piece of shit," he glares. He's not wrong. He looks like he's considering it and then he starts hitting me again.
I laugh even though it actually kind of hurts. "I said I was sorry. I'll make it up to you," I promise. He stops hitting and grabs my throat tight.
And it's quiet for a moment, we just stare at each other. "I'm into this," I say.
He starts hitting me again harder. I laugh some more, grabbing his hands. I wish I knew what I did though. We drank, Tweek disappeared, I danced, Clyde… Where did Tweek even go?
"You acted like an ass last night," he tells me. His vague wording scares me the most. An ass. Was I emotional drunk or rambunctious drunk? Did I just act stupid or did I say stupid things and if I did, who heard what? "It's not my job to take care of you. I'm not gonna do it again."
"Okay…?" I say. "What does that have to do with this? I'll make that up to you too." Although, I'm still not entirely sure how, in any situation, we ended up at Tweek's place. Because every situation starts with him suggesting it, which is what I'm assuming.
"You're really-" he huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're really not listening," he mumbles.
"I am listening. But it's like your blaming me. And it's not all my fault."
"How isn't this your fault?"
"I was trashed and you just told me you knew it. You could've left the party. The guys would've taken me home." I wouldn't force him to do anything even if I was drunk. And if Tweek didn't want to do it, he's not the type to hesitate to kick the shit out of me. I'm not buying that he hated it all that much. Okay, but even if he did, "How'd we even get here? Did you drive?"
"We took your car but I drove."
"What?" I start laughing. I let him drive? That couldn't even have been me if I let him drive my truck. I scoff, "So even though I was sloppy drunk and bothering you so much, you still drove me back to your place to fuck?"
Tweek starts throwing punches again but I'm ready to grab his wrists this time. "Don't get mad," I tell him. "Just accept my apology."
"I hate you."
"Don't say that," I pull him closer.
"You could've at least used lube, dick head."
"We didn't use lube?" How did that work? "Did we use a condom?"
"You didn't have one!"
"Wh- What do you mean I didn't have one, we're at your house!"
He groans, "I'm not gonna do this again. I don't have any. Why would I?"
"'Why would you'?" I snort. "You should just have them."
He ignores me, rolling his eyes. God, he always kills the mood. "I promise I won't put it in."
He sighs heavily, "You're so annoying." He drops like dead weight. "You're not gonna stop and you're not even listening." He pinches my face.
I chuckle, "Nope- Ow! Fuck, let go!" I grab his hand again. I don't want whatever happened to be the last thing he remembers since it was so horrible. It might scare him off. Plus, there's something I've been wanting to try and this is the perfect opportunity.
I lean up to kiss him and tongue his mouth open. And Tweek kisses back.
"Hm." This is aggressive for eight in the morning and considering I just woke up… It's nice. It's almost like I'm still dreaming which seems really likely since Tweek let me sleep here. And he actually said yes to this. What does that mean? He really likes sex?
I kiss his collar and then pull off his shirt. I mess with his chest. He pants and watches me until I make eye contact with him. Then he closes his eyes. There's a bite mark on one of his nipples. His whole torso is wrecked. It's weird seeing it, knowing I did it but not remembering.
I yank down his boxers and kiss his upper thigh, then his inner thigh. He must think it's the same as last time because he just stays there with his eyes closed. If he knew what I was actually about to do I doubt he'd be so calm…
I dip my head between his legs and press my tongue against his entrance. Tweek gasps and his legs snap shut.
"Ah!- What are you doing?" he yelps, grabbing my hair. "A- Are you insane?" I want to ask him the same. He almost crushed my fucking head. But instead I tease him with my tongue, holding him by his thighs. "No! Mm- f- Stop-" He says stop but grips onto me tighter. If you wanted me to stop, you'd have to let me go first. "Don't, Craig, Hah, please." Look at how he's reacting… Tweek's legs tremble and he starts getting hard. Looks like it feels really good. Fuck, I'm getting hard too.
I lap the area until it's slicked over and then I press my tongue into him. "Mnn… No way." he whines, covering his face with his arm.
It's getting too tight. I hold his leg firmer so he doesn't choke me out and I hold him to keep him from arching too much from the bed.
"Your ass is so sensitive." I didn't really mean to say that out loud. I didn't think it'd sound that… dirty.
"Shut… up." I'm just saying for someone who was so against it, he seems to really enjoy it. He looks like he could come just from this. I must've just been really bad at finding his spot with my fingers? Was I not going deep enough? He probably wasn't that comfortable to begin with. We should try again. I think he might like it now and I could do it better.
Tweek's hard on has been leaking so much pre-come, it puddles on his stomach. My hand comes around his leg and starts jacking him off. He moans. The only bad thing about this is that I can't see his face that well.
He covers his mouth with his hand. "Are you close?" He gives a weak nod.
I finish Tweek off with my mouth. He lets out a silent whine and comes. I swallow like a gentleman. Only because he complained about the mess I had made last night and I feel bad about him dealing with me being as drunk as I was even though I have no idea how bad it really was.
"Better?" I ask. Tweek doesn't respond, still panting and trembling a little.
When Tweek finally does open his eyes, he says, "Fuck." He catches his breath and then looks at me.
I laugh, "What?"
"I didn't think you were gonna do that," he says.
"Looked like it felt really good."
"Shut up!" he flushes.
"Can I shower before I go?"
He covers his face with his hands. "God, what's wrong with you?" He sighs, "Do you really need to?"
"Don't be an asshole. Your room has a bathroom in it anyways, what's the big deal?"
"You didn't even get anything on you," he says glaring at the mess on him.
"Okay, but I went to bed gross from the party and then last night and right now."
He looks annoyed. "Hurry up and leave," he grumbles.
"Wow," I say, sitting up. "You come to my house and get pampered. I come to yours and get treated like shit."
"My parents are here," he defends, sitting up too. Otherwise it'd be different? I doubt it.
"So?"
Tweek gets a serious look. "So, you need to leave quietly, asshole. Without seeing them."
"What's the big deal? They know I'm here."
He grabs me, "Listen, fuck face, I'm not kidding this time. I said you couldn't stay over and you did and now we're here like this." Weren't we both intoxicated. That's not fair to point fingers. "I don't want them to get the wrong idea, Craig, so please just shut your fucking mouth and leave." I don't say anything. He groans, "Stop making that face!" He rubs my forehead roughly. "Just listen to me for once. At least about this!"
"Fine!" I say, swatting away his hands. "I won't talk to them."
"Say you swear."
"I swear," I insist. And then I smirk, "You know, I think I've decided I like this position a lot."
He sighs and sits back, frustrated. "It's too early for this. I haven't even eaten breakfast."
"We could go get something," I suggest since 'his parents are here'.
"What?" It would definitely end up being my treat though. So, it wouldn't make up for his treatment compared to mine but I guess I was imposing anyways.
"Yeah," I check the clock again, "It's early enough. If you're hungry we could get breakfast somewhere."
He narrows his eyes at me. "Why would we do that?"
"If you were hungry," I reiterate. "And I said I'd make it up to you."
He looks contemplative. "I'm always hungry," he tells me.
"Cool. Then let's go after I shower."
He thinks some more and then says, "Alright, but I have to shower too."
"Do you wanna shower together?"
"No," he says, glaring "I'm going first."
"Just shower with me. It's faster."
"Don't fucking push it."
"You're no fun," I frown.
"You came inside me and I had to shower from that, and now I have to shower again."
"That's not my fault, you don't have condoms."
"Why would I need them? Shouldn't you have the condoms?"
How dare he! "You're a guy too! What the fuck?" He should just have condoms in general.
"It's your dick, so shouldn't you get your own condoms? I don't even know what kind you get. What if I got the wrong size? It's stupid if I'm buying them for you and I don't need them anyway."
I palm my face. God, now I feel dumb for thinking he was sleeping with other people before. He doesn't even own condoms for himself because he reasons he doesn't need them. What kind of thought process is that? You should have them just to have them but even if I said this I feel like he wouldn't get it. Girls carry condoms and they don't even have dicks. Now I have to get him condoms?
"You're so annoying," I grumble.
"No, you're the annoying one."
"Whatever, shower then! I'm starving!" And now we have to stop somewhere to pick up condoms for you.
He gets up and grabs some underwear, "I'll be fast. Don't touch anything. I'll know." I hear him click the door lock too. What a dick.
I check my phone. No messages… yet.
That makes sense. Everyone's probably still asleep. I don't remember but I must've bailed on the guys. We were gonna Uber anyways but still… They're not just gonna over look this. I'm sure my exit wasn't graceful either and I can't remember anything I did after a certain point which isn't good when I have secrets. I should just tell them but that's a whole thing. I don't want to deal with it. I don't want to get emotional and I don't care about what they think about it. I wish they just knew.
"Hmf." I can see this being boring. This can't be the only bathroom in the house. What kind of kid has their own bathroom? I guess a single child. I'm bored, I'm gonna take a shower in another bathroom. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and hit something sticking out from under. It's a shoebox. Porn perhaps? Tweek's weird. I wouldn't put it past him to have porn hidden in a box under his bed. I pull it out and open it. My jaw drops. Holy shit, what is this?!
How much money is this? A thousand? It has to be more than that. It's practically overflowing I don't really know how much money looks like in real life now that I'm trying to gauge it though. I close it and slide it back in place. That's kind of scary. Why is he hiding money under his bed? Is he a hitman? …I should look around. This could be my only chance to.
Tweek's room is pretty small and empty. To be fair, it's not that big to begin with. There's a bed, a closet, and a nightstand. Everything's really clean too. There's no dust, no stains, his sheets are white; I can see why he's so mad about me ruining them. In the nightstand, there's headphones, a charger, some tissues, a lot of boring stuff. I open his closet- quietly so he doesn't hear through the walls. Even his clothes are extra organized. There's some suitcases and bags on the top shelf, his clothes are hung and color coordinated, there's a small dresser with three drawers and there's a hamper. The only clothes in it look like they're from last night. I didn't think I was a messy person… but I'm kind of embarrassed that he saw our house now. I pull open the first drawer of the dresser.
How convenient. I grab a towel.
I don't want to get caught so I'll leave it at that. It's even weirder now that I found that money since there's literally nothing else noteworthy in his room. It's actually kind of scary how bare his room is.
I find the bathroom and take a real quick shower. I change back into my clothes. They smell like Tweek's jacket did.
When I exit the bathroom, I run into Tweek's dad. He's holding a mug. It's quiet and we stare at each other. I can't help but wonder why everyone in this house is such a freak. "Hello," he greets.
"Good morning, sir."
"There's coffee in the kitchen," he tells me, lifting the mug a little. "If you drink it." Then he continues past me down the steps.
Obviously, I follow him to the kitchen. I'm actually pretty hung over and Tweek's taking his sweet time. His dad pours me my own glass.
I take a sip. Scorching, just how I like it. "It's good. Thank you."
"How are you, Craig?"
"I'm fine, sir. What about you?"
"You don't have to be so polite." He laughs a little. "It's strange. This is the first time we're talking," he says. "You and Tweek have boxed together for so long and this is the first time I've really met you."
"Yeah," I chuckle nervously. At least he doesn't remember me from the incident when we were kids. He could be avoiding the topic for my sake. But, I have a weird feeling…
"I don't mean anything by it," he assures me. "I know Tweek's extremely reserved. He doesn't have many friends but ever since he started boxing with you he's been so much happier." He sips his coffee. Now I feel kind of bad. Tweek didn't want me talking to his parents because he knew they'd say something embarrassing.
"We always pestered him to invite you over for dinner but he would brush us off."
"He was really against ever inviting me over. He says we're not even friends." I don't know why I'm telling Tweek's dad this but he laughs and it's warm.
"Yeah, sounds like him." He shakes his head and looks at me, "Take care of him, Craig. He means well."
"O- of course." Fuck. Just the way he said that threw me off.
"You know, I don't think Tweek would care for many friends either," he tells me. "I think he's afraid of getting close to people, but I know he gets lonely too." I'm not really sure what to say. This feels like he knows Tweek and I are in a relationship and we… aren't even in one. And just, why would Tweek's dad's first assumption be that we're together? It's almost like he knows Tweek is gay… and Tweek isn't? And I get this huge sense that I'm just an idiot who believes anything I'm told. Ha, ha. "I must sound strange. I guess I'm just really glad Tweek met you," he says.
"Come to dinner sometime," he smiles.
I retract my freak statement. Mr. Tweak is so pure.
"Yeah," I say. "And thank you for letting me stay here."
"Anytime. We only care that you boys are safe." He refills his cup. Did his parents know we were at a party? I shouldn't say anything just in case they didn't. "You're always welcomed here," Tweek's dad tells me.
"Richard, have you seen my- Hello," Tweek's mother comes down the stairs and into the kitchen with us. "You're awake. Good morning," she smiles with bright eyes.
Yeah, pretty wholesome. At first I thought it was weird but it's true. Tweek and I have been boxing together for years. So, even though I don't know his parents, it makes sense that they'd know of me. I didn't expect them to like me so much though. But if I'm the only person Tweek talks to it would make sense.
"If I'd known you were staying over I would've had breakfast ready by now," she says.
"You don't have to do that just for me. Plus, Tweek and I were gonna grab something from a diner."
His mother gushes, "Oh, how sweet."
A door slams upstairs and Tweek comes charging down the steps. He pauses for a moment, probably evaluating the situation. Then he grabs my arm, tightly. "We're going out," he tells his parents. His parents stare at him.
He adds, tightly, "For breakfast." Then he drags me out the front door. He pretty much throws me and walks to the passenger side of the truck. I unlock it for us, we get in, and he slams the door, unnecessarily hard.
I laugh. "Are you really that upset? You'll feel better once you eat."
"Why did you say you wouldn't? What was the point of lying?" he asks, annoyed. "That was so unnecessary and uncalled for."
"Okay," I tell him. "I'm sorry. I got bored so I took a shower downstairs and then I ran into your dad." He doesn't say anything. "I didn't really think you were serious." He still doesn't say anything. "Why didn't you want me talking to your parents though? They're really nice."
"What is wrong with you?" he asks, genuinely. "It's not about that!"
"What'd you mean?" Tweek gets angrier but I think anything I said would've made him mad.
"It doesn't matter that they're nice, Craig. It seems like you specifically talked to them because I told you not to."
"But they already knew."
"But I never told them!" Tweek snaps. "And it wasn't up to you to decide!"
I grow silent and look out the window. We're both silent for a moment.
"That's not what I meant to do."
"It's my fault for inviting you at all," he mumbles.
I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "I don't want you to think that either," I mutter. "I'm sorry, okay? Really… I know how that is." I went too far after going too far last night. This strategy of mine is quickly failing.
"But still," I say. "Your parents know and they're nice. You should appreciate that."
"We should change the subject," he cuts me off.
"Where do you want to eat? I'll take you anywhere." I buckle my seatbelt
With that Tweek finally glances at me again. He looks at the gauges and then out the window again. "Can we go somewhere far?" At first I think he simply wants to drive and I agree, turning the truck on. If that'll make him feel better, I don't mind. But then he adds, "Somewhere no one would know us."
I put the truck in reverse. "It's gonna be a little while."
"If you don't mind driving," he says in a way that lets me know this is the only thing that will make it up to him.
I snort, "Yeah, whatever. You have to at least pretend to enjoy yourself then."
"This isn't a date," he clarifies. Tweek's a lot of, 'say one thing, do the opposite.' I don't know. Do I even respond to that? Dick head, I'm driving you through beautiful Colorado scenery (with the sun roof down because I know you like it), taking you to get food (somewhere else so we can enjoy it and not worry about people we know seeing us together). This is a date and he's lying if he says otherwise. But if we can have our date on the terms that we don't call it that, fine. I'll wait until it's over to point it out to him. No matter how you look at it, this is a date. That's why he had to say it wasn't.
"Obviously not. I wouldn't date you, Tweek."
"…"
"Not so nice, is it?"
"Shut up, asshole. I don't care!" Tweek starts messing with the radio and I laugh.
I've been working on this chapter for an eternity so there might be problems with it efg. If there are any major ones just lmk in the reviews and I'll fix it. And thanks for all the feedback, you guys are great.
P.s. school started again and my school is very… intensive. Basically, I might not post again until thanksgiving or even later depending on how the next chapter goes. But I really intend to finish this story so bear with me!
