Tweek slides his shoes off at the door and I head straight into the kitchen. I pull a bottle out of the freezer and set it on the counter, reaching for shot glasses next. "Wanna drink? My dad has whiskey." I can't help it. I didn't get any sleep last night.
It's occurred to me that I'm not happy with my relationship with Tweek anymore. Or... I guess, I never was. I think I was always just settling, for what I thought I was lucky to have and didn't want to ruin. Now, thanks to the guys (mostly Kenny) being in my ear- not to mention my mom wanting to meet him and talk about him all the time- They're making me think I have a chance… They've convinced me that Tweek likes me too. But then, the better half of me starts rationalizing. Even if he did, he wouldn't say yes and he would end things and he wouldn't know the reason. That scares me.
But, I can't do this anymore. I'm worth more than this and Tweek plays too many games. I know It's not all his fault but he takes advantage of me and I let him. It's really started to wear on my self-esteem. I've been thinking it's my fault. I'm the reason. That I'm just that terrible to him.
I have to tell him that I like him, at least. Although, I'm sure it's obvious at this point. It's really not fair for me to assume he knows, since I never actually told him. I can't see him ending things… I also can't see him saying yes.
And Because of my apprehensions, I don't know how to approach it or when would be the right time. I thought about doing something romantic but I know Tweek's not into that. I figure no matter how I approach it with him, it'll lead to some sort of fight. Whenever this stuff comes up, he shuts down. If I was persistent, I think he'd start to get aggressive. I don't feel right about just saying it… but I can't stall anymore.
That being said, I've been stalling all day, so far. I got to school late so I wouldn't have to see Tweek- or the guys. After school, he scared the shit out of me at my locker. It didn't help with the anxiety. We went to practice, which was painful because I hadn't slept at all and coach was a lot. Tweek beat me up for no reason. I didn't say much, even when we went to the locker room. The drive back to my place was also silent.
I figure it'll be easier if I'm a little drunk. And I'm stalling some more. I don't even know. Should I say it now or should I wait? Does it matter? Either way, it's gonna kill the mood. Maybe I should just blurt it out. That seems to be my method of relaying information.
Tweek sets his bag down. He doesn't look surprised, just disappointed. "Won't your dad be mad that you're drinking his liquor?"
I shrug, "Nah." He has to know by now. I'd like to think he knows by now. "I don't think he cares. It's not like I'm finishing his bottles."
Tweek sits at the bar, across from me. "I don't drink."
"Oh, yeah." I remember him saying that at the party too. Though, at the time, that's not what I thought he meant. Boy, I'm dumb. "How come?"
Tweek gives me a look, probably because I'm prying but instead of insulting me he says, "I can't drink on my medication."
I guess I'm not really shocked that Tweek takes medication. I'm more shocked that he told me something that personal. That's probably the most intimate thing he's told me about himself. And he just said it, I didn't have to pester him.
Medication? For what? Tweek always seems fine. I scoff, "It's not gonna kill you." I pour two shots. If that's his reason, I kinda wanna get him drunk too. "Otherwise, they'd be stricter about it. One time won't hurt you." I slide the glass across the counter. I won't pressure him too much though. I know he's not gonna do it.
Tweek stares at the shot. I pick mine up, tap the counter, and cheers him. I'm prepared to take his shot, following mine. He's not a fan of doing things I say-
Tweek downs it. I gasp and then I clap, cheering him on. "Another round!" I pour us two more while Tweek grimaces.
"Ugh, that's horrible," he gags.
"The taste isn't great but the warm feeling when it hits your stomach is worth it."
"I don't know if I can do another," he shakes his head, trying to get rid of the taste.
"Take your time," I tell him.
"And what about studying?"
"Don't worry about it. We have all weekend to study."
"This is why you're barely passing," he says.
I nod, "I know." I take my second shot. He follows and I cheer him on again, coughing at the taste, myself. I'll hold off on a third because I don't want him to overdo it. I pour him a glass of water instead.
It's quiet. I'm too in my head. I don't know what to say. He's making me really nervous for some reason. For some reason. I know why but I shouldn't be this nervous just talking to him.
I'm grateful when Tweek breaks the silence instead. "Practice was insane."
Yeah, Coach was pissed. He ranted for about an hour about the, 'fucking heathens' that broke into the gym to smoke 'pot' last night. Since it had been us, it was already hard to contain myself. All I could do was sit there and hold in my laughter. Then coach got suspicious and asked if we did it. I began to panic but before I could, Tweek started on about how his body is a temple and marijuana is a gateway drug for lazy people. He was completely serious. It was impressive but so hard to watch, especially knowing Tweek's a stoner. I couldn't laugh then so I laugh now.
Tweek shivers, "Coach was so angry. I almost pissed myself."
"That was hilarious," I tell him. "You were good. I was about to start laughing."
"I was scared!" he admits. "I didn't know what to do. I was worried he was gonna search us or something."
"What?" I ask, leaning on the counter. "Do you have weed on you?"
"I picked up from Kenny today," he explains. "I guess boxing with your friends was fun but let's not do that again." That was honest of him.
"If you have weed... Do you wanna smoke?" I flash my eyebrows at him.
Tweek blinks at me. "You're a terrible influence," he deduces.
"You were gonna smoke it anyways," I argue.
Tweek shakes his head, disapprovingly. "I came here to study though… and we already drank."
"You've never been cross-faded?"
"Coach was right, you are a heathen."
I chuckle, "It's late, we can study tomorrow," I guarantee.
"That's… not convincing at all." Tweek thinks about it. Eventually he sighs, heavily, reaching into his bag. He pulls out his grinder. "Only 'cause I owe you." I told him I don't care about that stuff but I'm not gonna argue. Mostly because I hadn't planned on studying tonight and I wanna keep to that. Even if I don't manage to tell him, I still wanted to have some fun. I can't even remember the last time we really did anything. Lately we keep getting interrupted.
Tweek begins to roll the blunt. I watch, intrigued. It only takes him a few minutes and again, a perfect blunt. He makes it look so easy, but I know from experience, it's nearly impossible. "How do you do that?"
"Years of practice," he says, looking proud.
We take another shot and stop at that because Tweek's face is starting to turn red. I ask him if he's drunk and he just gets annoyed, claiming he isn't and he just drank too fast. After that, we head up to my room and collapse on the bed. I give Tweek the responsibility of starting the blunt, because I would fuck it up and burn it unevenly.
He pauses. "What?"
"Can you smoke this? The wrap is tobacco." I blink at him trying to figure out what he means. "Kenny said you quit smoking."
My brow furrows. "You're talking to Kenny now?" Like without me? Wait. Like… about me?
"Sometimes. I have Econ with him and Chem with Clyde. They don't leave me alone anymore." Tweek fails at attempting to look annoyed by this. Why am I just learning this? What the fuck do they talk to him about? That worries me.
It's cute how he cares but I wish he hadn't pointed that out. Either part. "It's already rolled… It doesn't matter."
I can tell Tweek wants to be better but he's looking pretty tipsy and like he wants to be high already. "Yeah, okay," he says, lighting it.
We pass it back and forth until the room is filled with smoke. I hope it will be aired out by the time my parents come back and if not… I'm sorry but I don't really care. If my parents were angry, I'd be a little disappointed in them.
"Craig," Tweek says, randomly. I'm a senior in high school. They have to know I smoke sometimes. Like they never smoked weed as a teenager.
"Yeah?" And I think I'm old enough to be making decisions for myself.
"Are you okay?"
The question's so abrupt, I don't know how to take it. "What do you mean?"
"You seemed off today," he says. "Honestly, it's not that hard to tell when somethings wrong with you." He takes a puff. "You look look all dead, tired, and brooding." He hands it to me.
My face heats up. Dammit. "I haven't been sleeping well… again." I should tell him now.
"Hey, if you have insomnia, you should really see someone about that." I hold the blunt, quietly. "Is that all that's bothering you?" he asks, plucking it from my hand.
Just say it. "Well… actually…" Tweek begins to look genuinely worried. I should at least reassure him it's nothing serious. "I wanted… to ask you…" Tweek goes from concern to confusion. "No, never mind. Forget it." I'm not drunk enough to say it but drunk enough that I'm stumbling over words. The alcohol's not helping how I thought it would. I don't know what I want to say to him.
"What?" Tweek presses. I cover my face with my hand. I shouldn't have said anything. "Is it a sex thing?" he asks. I think he might be feeling the alcohol more than me. I don't know if it's tolerance or his medication. Regardless, I'll keep an eye on him. "You can just say it, Craig. I'm pretty much down for whatever."
Oh, my God. What the fuck? That's it, Tweek's drunk. Fuck. I can't tell him when he's like this. But… he's being more honest now than he usually is. Maybe I should. "Well…"
Because I wasn't looking, I'm startled when Tweek climbs on top of me. "If you do something that I want, I'll do whatever you want." Ah! Now, I'm being attacked. Where did the blunt go?
Hm… You know what, who cares? Again, I have all weekend to tell him. If this ends up being the last time we hang out, I should enjoy it, at least. It has been a while since we've done anything. My hands rest on his thighs naturally. Tweek takes this as a yes and proceeds to kissing my neck.
I determine this is okay. I'm weak. But, how could I kill the mood after he promised something like that? "Anything?" My hands slowly creep up Tweek's thigh, into his shorts.
I already know what I want him to do. He hums against my skin. But Tweek can't be trusted so I shouldn't blindly agree to anything. "What do you want first?"
Tweek laughs, lowly. "Don't you trust me?" He nibbles on my ear. I really don't. That's why I've been having such a hard time here. "I promise it's nothing crazy," he says. "I don't know what you're gonna say either," he points out. Yeah but, Tweek's a bigger pervert than I am… somehow.
I sigh. "Fine." Tweek smirks and leans back. He throws his shirt over his head and kisses me with an open mouth.
I definitely prefer the role of power but, this is okay sometimes. Since Tweek is topless, I feel him up. Starting with his lower back and around his hips, up his stomach, brushing against his nipples. I play with his chest until I feel him rocking against me. I can see the bulge in his shorts. I grab his hips and grind us together. Tweek hisses, blissfully.
Before I start sweating, I toss my own shirt. I take the opportunity to grab Tweek's thighs and push him down instead. I grab his face and kiss him, roughly. Tweek merely opens his legs wider to let me in. His arms holding onto my shoulders like a vice. Our chests bump together and I slip a hand beneath his back to hold him there. Some of my fingers find their way down the back of Tweek's shorts and underwear.
I pull away, "What did you wanna do?"
Tweek's eyes flick down between us. I think he's looking at my crotch. This is confirmed by Tweek cupping his hand around me.
"I want you… to wear a jockstrap while we do it…" This is far tamer than anything I was anticipating and I easily accept. I knew Tweek liked it, I guess and since we haven't been doing things in the gym, he doesn't get to see me in one as often. That's kinda funny.
I slide off the bed and head over to the closet. I look for a nice jockstrap, one that makes me look pretty and start to change. Tweek is blatantly watching me. I don't know whether or not I should cover myself. I'm too turned on to be embarrassed.
He stares at my dick and I tell him, "I'm not gonna fit in it, since I'm already hard." But I put it on anyways. I suppose that's the appeal?
Tweek's still ogling as I approach the bed. I wonder how much of this is the alcohol. I'm worried about making him drink but Tweek looks so horny. Being about eye-level with my crotch, he starts to fondle me. "What did you wanna do?" he counters.
It's been too long. It feels like I'm on fire where he touches me. I look down at him, messing with his hair for a moment before locking the strands around my fingers and guiding his head forward towards my groin. "Suck it."
I didn't know how Tweek was gonna react so I'm pleasantly surprised when he obliges. Not only obliges, he doesn't hesitate. He was looking like he was thinking about it but, I always thought it'd be something he didn't want to do.
Tweek drags his tongue up the jockstrap, licking me through the fabric. He laps at it until he's created a wet spot. Then, after glancing at me, he pulls the garment down, freeing my erection. Tweek takes it in his mouth. He sucks on the tip first and then takes it deeper. He doesn't get far before he's struggling. He's not really good at it. The visual's hot though. I take his hair again and shove it deeper, Tweek gags but doesn't protest so I keep going. Holding him with both hands, I plunge back into his mouth. This visual's even better. I don't let him go until I'm about to come. When I do, he pulls away, coughing up pre-come.
I push him back on the bed, grab his legs, and yank off his shorts and boxers. He's already a sticky mess. I haven't even touched him yet. He looks up at me, panting, now naked. His face flushed red and some semen on the corner of his lip.
Why do I feel like crying?
I'm really lucky to have Tweek…
Maybe I am a little tiny bit drunk…
I grab the lube and a condom. I feel like I'm gonna come just looking at him like this. I would think Tweek would be embarrassed. He's pretty exposed in this position but he watches me. I think it's because of the jockstrap but, I enjoy the view. He doesn't even hide his face. And while I'm watching him, his gaze is fixed downward. It's turning me on like crazy.
I drench my fingers and penetrate him. Tweek flinches and holds onto my arm. I move slowly, trying to be gentle since it's been a while and Tweek's really tight.
When I'm reaching the end of my finger, I thrust the rest in. He flinches. I keep going until I'm two fingers deep and Tweek's biting his knuckle. "Hurry up," he says. It's obvious he's feeling it, though… I want to keep going, this is the first time it seems like he's enjoying it. I don't think I'm really getting his good spot but I think I'm brushing against it a little.
"Tweek, where is it?"
"Hah, no, take it out. Just... do it."
I feel around some more. "It'll feel better if I know where it is." I twist my fingers with a curve and he arches off the bed.
"You're gonna make me come," he whines.
"Then come," I tell him. What the fuck? "Is it here?" I aim for the middle. "Or here," I aim for the right.
"I don't know," he says. He pouts and it makes me want to stop teasing him and give him what he wants. It's what I want too but it's better if he comes first. I aim for the left and shoot my fingers deep in him. "Hah!" Tweek yelps. He huffs, "That... was too much."
"What? It felt good?" I send my fingers back into the same spot, more gentle this time. Tweek stiffens and his legs brace against my hips. I make sure to be real tender. Tweek looks like he can't handle it. He can't even tell me to stop. He makes little muffled sounds into his hand and reaches with his other to pleasure himself. I remove it and help him out. Tweek comes, stifling his moan with his palm.
He trembles, holding himself. "You came a lot." I look at the bit that got on my hand. I roll on the condom, grab Tweek by his legs, and press against him. He flinches some more. "Wait a second," he whines.
I thrust inside him. Tweek cries out and we moan together, adjusting. Tweek's head falls back. How am I gonna last? I already feel like coming and I just put it in. His legs wrap around my waist and I grab his hips, pulling him towards me as I plow into him again. Tweek cries again, "Wait."
"Why?" It's so hot.
"You didn't… Mm, give me a chance to recover-" I pull out a little and he moans loudly. He grabs the blanket and pulls it over his face. "Seriously, stop."
"That was kinda sexy." I continue thrusting. Tweek covers his flushed face and I lean right next to his ear to mess with him. "C'mon, do it again. Does it feel that good?" Then I whisper with another thrust, "It feels good inside you." Tweek comes again with another loud moan and continues to be mortified. I, even more amused, ask, "Do you like it when I talk dirty?"
"Shut… up," he manages.
Once I'm done, I roll off of Tweek and try to catch my spirit before it flies away. I came a lot too and hard. I feel like I'm gonna die. That's fine. Bye, world. Tweek says something about taking a shower and I can barely tell him where to find a towel before drifting off to sleep.
A/N omg guys DO NOT drink if you take medication, alright? Cool. This is fiction!
