I feel like I must have died. Am I in heaven, dreaming or something? We are officially dating so our status did change. Isn't it natural to also adapt? I'm asking what I want and for the most part, Tweek's answering, seemingly truthfully.
He even told me he liked me back then which actually makes a lot of sense. That makes more sense than him obviously liking me now. Though, it does make the guilt of having messed with him back then way more potent. What the hell was I thinking? I probably had a crush on him too so I bullied him. I snicker. Didn't he just do to me what I did to him?
Wow, why do I feel like I've cracked Tweek's code?
Things have been great. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have nothing to worry about. And for the first time in a while, I'm genuinely happy. And not just because of Tweek, I know that's selfish. But, finding what I want to do for the near future and figuring myself out is mainly what's helped. All that was left to worry about was final exams.
I controlled myself as per Tweek's request. I do think it helped me focus on testing but on the other hand, I'm very pent up now. I had asked Tweek if maybe as part of some reward for holding back all week, I could finally come over for dinner and meet his parents. After some back and forth, he even agreed to that.
So now, it's the end of the week, school is over (officially, baby!). We finish practice with coach and after we drive over to Tweek's house.
Instead of dropping him off like I have been, I park and head in with him. I'm suddenly bombarded with flashbacks of the first time I was here. God, that was so embarrassing! I was so stupid. I acted like I was totally just around the area so, I decided to drop off his jacket. As if Tweek even noticed it was gone. The obvious solution was to give it to him when I saw him next. I see him every day! Don't think about that now.
Tweek hesitates at the door. "Please," he says to me. "Behave."
"Hey, I resent that."
"Craig, seriously, can you not go out of your way to make this hard for me?"
When did I ever do that? "Give me a chance, Tweek. Didn't you say your parents liked me?"
"That's part of the problem," he grumbles, unlocking the door and pushing through the entrance.
"Tweek?" His mom calls from the kitchen. I can already smell the food.
"Yeah, mom, it's me." Tweek calls back, removing his shoes. I follow.
Tweek's mom peeks into the hall. She smiles at us, brightly. "How was your last day?"
"Lackluster," Tweek assures her. "What're you making?"
"A roast," she tells him.
Tweek makes a face. "You made a roast because Craig came over? You're doing too much."
"All I had to do is throw it in the crockpot, Tweek," she says. "Did you not want that? I can make something else for you…"
"That's not what I meant," Tweek mumbles, seeming to lose this weird battle with his mom.
"Craig," she greets. "How've you been?"
I smile back, "Good. Thanks for having me."
"Oh, honey, always," she assures me, with a bright smile. "How're your parents? I haven't seen your mother since the school held that bake sale a while back."
"You know," I shrug. "They're alright. They say hello."
"We'll have to get together some time to catch up." What a concept.
Welp, Tweek's out of luck because I think I really like his parents too. My parents are cool and everything but, Tweek's parents are like, next level. I know there's not really anyone they can compare me to and the bars set pretty low because Tweek doesn't have friends (I might be the first/ only person he's invited over?) but, that doesn't mean I'm not going to make an effort.
So, before Mrs. Tweek can return to the kitchen, I blurt out, "Um, I actually brought something as a thank you for inviting me…" I reach into my bag and pull out a small box.
Tweek's mom already looks touched. "Aw, Craig, you didn't have to."
"It's not much," I tell her. "I just wanted to apologize for last time and thank you for letting me stay here before."
Tweek's mom opens the box. It's a candle. She seems to like them? They're everywhere and somehow almost all of them are used to the end of their wicks. So, I got this huge, expensive one.
Now, Tweek's mom is in awe. "It's lovely," she says, holding it like something far more valuable than it actually is. "Thank you, Craig."
Tweek is just standing off to the side, staring between us. His mom suddenly calls for his dad, seemingly headed to wherever he is in the house. "You have to see what Craig brought, honey!"
"Let's head up," Tweek says, tugging on my arm.
Shit, I was so nervous about that. Besides it already being a nerve-inducing situation, I thought it would also piss off Tweek after what he said at the door. But, that wasn't fair! I already bought the gift and had it planned.
I thought for sure I would get scolded but he doesn't say anything until we get to the top of the stairs and he notices me staring.
"Kiss ass," he accuses.
I frown, finally averting my eyes. "I felt like I should apologize for last time," I say. "We were supposed to have dinner that time and then she walked in on me on top of her son. And then we just left without saying anything for hours. And I haven't really seen them since. It's just a candle… Honestly, I could've done more." I should've brought a cake or something.
He shakes his head, "You guys… are doing too much."
In Tweek's room, I plop down on his bed and sigh in relief. "We're done, dude. It's over."
"I almost can't believe it," he says, joining me. I glance at him. His eyes are closed so, I advance to fully checking him out. He looks like he's doing just fine, even though it's been two weeks since we did it last and Tweek's been weird about me kissing him recently. Even when it's just us.
He was the one who wanted this break though, I guess. Plus, it's not like he hasn't been acting better. It's really weird.
Thirty minutes… Doing something now should be fine though, right?
Ha, I'm kind of nervous to initiate anything since it's been so long. And Tweek doesn't look like he's even thought about it. We're finally alone together like this and he still doesn't look like he's thought about it. What if he rejects me too? I've been rejected too many times in the past seven days. This time he has a legitimate excuse too. He'd probably stop me because his parents are here. That's fair.
Maybe it's best we don't since his mom caught us last time. It would be counterintuitive to bring a gift to apologize and then she walks in on us again. We don't have any homework or anything though. What should we do?
Hm, I really tried not to bother him for a week. Even though we just started dating and I had a bunch of questions. The more days that passed, the more questions I had.
I also started thinking now that we're together, we should go on a proper date. But I didn't want to bother him with that either so…
"Hey," I start.
Tweek's resting face crinkles up, worried. "Hm, what?"
"You know, now that school's over and everything we should go out," I say. "On like, a real date." That other one doesn't count because I owed him. This time would be way better and I wouldn't end up pissing him off. "I have some ideas but, you should also think of things you might wanna do." When I look at him again, he's facing the other way and doesn't say anything. "What? You don't want to?" Been a while since I've gotten this kind of response. Almost makes it hurt a little. (That's a joke, I'm totally used to Tweek's weird reactions and don't take it personally when I can.)
Tweek covers his face with his hand. "No, we can."
I shrug. "We don't have to, if you're not into it." I don't want him to force himself for my sake. I was doing it more for him. If he prefers to just stay home, that's fine too. We could do something here or at my place.
"I… want to," he says. So, I turn towards him. I lean over to see his face since he's hiding it so much. "Stop," he pushes me away. Behind his hand, Tweek's a rosy pink. What the fuck?
I'm so lost. I hate it here. "Doesn't seem like you want to."
Annoyed, Tweek says, "It's embarrassing."
Embarrassing? Someone like Tweek is embarrassed just to be asked on a date? How is that possible? "This is embarrassing? Of all the things, Tweek, how is this embarrassing?" I wonder. "It's not just this, you've been acting weird since Monday in the hallway."
"Yeah?" He says, still facing away from me. "I don't know what you mean."
I'm gradually getting annoyed. Only because I'm confused. How do I work with this? "Like at lunch when I touched your shoulder and you almost jumped out of your chair?"
"That's because you snuck up on me at school."
I sit up. "Really?" I climb over him and he jolts. "So, you're fine now?" Tweek's hand just moves up his face, covering mostly his eyes now. His already red tinted skin deepens.
Tweek tells me to shut up. "I don't know what it is either," he says. "You were acting weird first, though."
"Weird?" I say. "How did I act weird? Because I was being nice to you?"
"I don't know," he says. "Shut up."
"Is this all it took to charm you? We could've been like this the whole time, Tweek! You were the one always starting fights with me!"
"Yeah, well, it's better that way!" He says, hiding behind both hands now. "So, stop acting weird." He peeks from his fingers.
I hold back my smile, "You're clearly enjoying yourself."
He retreats. "I'm gonna have a heart attack."
"That's cute," I chuckle. "But not if I can't even touch you."
"Leave me alone, Craig."
"Are you sure? We haven't done anything in two weeks," I tell him. "That's like a record for us."
I laugh again seeing the realization register on Tweek's face. It's not much, his eyebrows just raise slightly and lower quickly as he shields his reaction. His face changes to a stubborn, determined one. "My parents- Dinner's gonna be done soon."
"You're mom said we have thirty minutes. There's a lot we could do with that kind of time."
Tweek shoves a pillow in my face. He's so quick, I didn't even see him grab it! "Perv! I swear that's all you ever think about." It hurts since I wasn't prepared for it and there's not much distance between us. It also confuses the fuck out of me until I get the pillow from Tweek and see his face lit up again.
"You know, we've slept together, right?" I remind him.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I laugh and we wrestle around like that until we stop laughing. That is, when Tweek notices me staring at him. He stops laughing and I just smile at him. I can feel Tweek's heart start to race, letting out one last chuckle before kissing him. I lean into his shoulder and start sucking his neck. I feel up his stomach and chest, twirling his nipple between my finger and thumb. I lift his shirt completely and wrap my mouth around the other one.
Tweek squirms under me and although all I've done so far is mess with his chest, he's pretty hard.
Fuck, how much time do we even have left? Mm… Tweek's being so cute and he seems so sensitive right now. I feel like I should just focus on making him feel good but, it's been so long and he's right in front of me. Really, I wanna mess him up but, I doubt there's sufficient time for any of the things I want. I should just worry about getting him off for now. Then, maybe after dinner…
I rip Tweek's shorts off before kissing him.
Is that why he wouldn't kiss me? Stupid prick. Made the week harder than it needed to be and now I'm worried we won't even be able to do anything today. I'll lose it. I'm already losing it. I reach into his underwear and Tweek gasps.
He clings to my shirt. My hand wraps around him and he bucks into my palm.
How am I supposed to not fuck him?
Ugh, I really can't. I grab Tweek's hand suddenly, shoving it down the front of my own pants. Startled, Tweek fumbles with my button and zipper. I didn't mean to be so frantic but, fuck. I can't help it.
Tweek gets my pants undone and pulls out my erection. He starts stroking me while I do the same to him. Even if it's just Tweek's hand, it feels so good.
I'm suddenly struck with a genius idea.
I take Tweek's hand and bring our dicks together until their touching. Tweek bites his lip to suppress his moans and keeps stroking. I follow with my hand overlapping his. Now, this feels amazing.
Tweek and I finish quickly and clean up. It's literally as Tweek's pulling his pants up that his mom calls us for dinner.
Tweek and I come down casually, as if we totally weren't just having sexual relations. I don't know if his parents really buy it or not. I think I'm traumatized from that time his mom walked in on us. It feels like they totally know.
The table is already set. We all sit down and make our plates.
I guess I never really thought about it because I've always hung out with the guys and we mostly hung out at Token's… but, this is pretty intimate. Everything's so different from my own home. First, I can tell Tweek's family eats dinner together every night at the dining table. We never actually use our dining table, I didn't think people really did… Second, Tweek's mom cooks and my dad usually cooks for our family. Third, his parents set the table for us. When my family does get together for dinner, most chores are given to me and Ruby.
"How was finals for everyone?" His mom asks.
"It honestly wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be," Tweek tells her. Speak for yourself. I hold back my tears. For me, it was more like, Will I still pass after this?How bad does it have to be for this to fail me? Running out of time for the last few questions and having to guess. Not great but, hopefully I pass? "I'm not worried about it," he says.
"What about you, Craig?"
"It was alright," I lie. "I was never an avid student but, I'm sure I did fine. Studying with Tweek really helped me in the end." That's true. If I don't fail, he's the only reason. (That's fair. If I do fail, it's also pretty much his fault, isn't it?)
"Did you talk to Butters?" Tweek's mom asks him. "How'd he do?" Tweek looks off like he doesn't hear his mom. "Did you speak to him at all before classes ended?" Tweek sighs. His mother sighs, heavier. "Tweek, if you act like this, people will misunderstand and think you're a bad person."
Tweek rolls his eyes. "You're gonna do this in front of Craig?"
His mother looks defeated. "I'm always trying to figure out how you ended up like this," she says. "No regard for anyone or their feelings. So cold all the time."
"Butters knows I'll talk to him when I talk to him."
"Please, at least speak to him before you move this summer?"
"Yeah, yeah…"
"Speaking of which," his dad says. "You boys are going to be living together. That's exciting!"
Tweek and I are both quiet, eating our food. I can't even look up, I'll die. He told his parents already?! Or wait- Am I the weird one for not telling mine yet? He did agree to it (very casually at some point during the week) but when he said that I didn't take him very seriously, I guess. So, this is the first time I'm taking it seriously, I guess.
"Moving in together is a huge step in a relationship," he continues. "To have found each other this young, it really is a blessing. I'm happy for you two."
"Yeah," his mother agrees. "I was so sad when Tweek said he was having second thoughts about moving out. Of course, I had my own concerns but to see him give up on what he'd worked so hard for…" she says. "I was glad when he told me you two were going to live together. It seemed like everything had worked out, for the better even."
I was supposed to come here and charm Tweek's parents while also gaining embarrassing, juicy intel on Tweek. Instead, somehow his parents are also embarrassing me.
"I'm way less worried sending him off with you, Craig," she says, ignoring Tweek. "I just know you'll take good care of him. I can tell you're a good person."
"Mom," Tweek stammers. "Please stop talking." This time Tweek's mom rolls her eyes at him. That's funny. They're very similar in their mannerisms.
I have some sort of mild epiphany that if Tweek's parents always knew more than previously perceived, they must've had a clue of what was really going on between Tweek and I. And if all of their knowledge of me was from when we hung out as kids, they may have been anticipating the worst. So, average, normal, genuine, honest, or even basically decent was more than they could've asked for. I set the bar low for myself… Which is why I'll have to overcompensate by being perfect…
"We're just seriously so proud of you both," his dad says. "Not everyone graduates high school, don't diminish this accomplishment. It's something to be proud of."
Dead silence. I'm working too hard to remain calm enough that my face doesn't turn completely red. And I can't check on Tweek's condition because of my own.
"You know, Craig," his mom says, fortunately segueing into another topic. "We actually promised Tweek a car as a graduation gift," she tells me. "…On the condition that he finally get his license. Can you believe he still hasn't?"
My head snaps towards Tweek to give him a look sufficient enough to convey my message: You don't have a license? You drove my truck!
He must receive it too because he quickly says, "Not having a license and not knowing how to drive are two different things."
His mother shakes her head. "Not really, no," she says.
"Yeah," his dad agrees. "Not by much."
That makes me feel a little better, I think but still, "Yeah, you should probably get that done soon."
"Gross. I hate the DMV."
"I can take you," I say. "I can even help you practice."
Before Tweek can reply with something sarcastic and condescending, his mom squeals, startling both of us. "My baby is all grown up!" she cries. "Remember when he was little?" she says to his dad, sighing. "You were so different back then."
Tweek cringes and hides behind his hand, "Oh, God…"
"Forget having another baby," she says to me this time. "Tweek was a handful all by himself. Very particular, scared of everything, a germaphobe…" she chuckles. "He was a high maintenance kid."
"Who's fault is it for giving me these defective genes?"
"Goodness, Tweek, don't be so negative," his dad tells him. It's an interesting dynamic. His parents seem to be intentionally riling Tweek up and I can't tell if it really is intentional or not but once he reacts, they gaslight him like he's being dramatic. I hate to say it but, it's kinda funny. Just because Tweek doesn't get seriously riled up by much. However, his parents manage it effortlessly.
"Yeah and weren't you a bit extreme though? What kind of kid is scared of butterflies?" his mother says.
"It's called lepidopterophobia," Tweek responds. "It's a real and common fear and right now you're being really insensitive, mom."
"Jeez," she says "Sorry for the broken genes and traumatizing you by bringing you to the butterfly garden when you were four. I'm the worst mom ever." She starts to snicker.
"You grew out it," she says. "You grew into something else though," she adds, snickering some more. "Just kidding. Actually, I don't know how you managed. You were really impressive back then. Well, you still are."
"It was just therapy," Tweek says but, I can tell he's downplaying. They must be talking about Tweek's transition. How he went from being a neurotic, paranoid child to strong, indifferent teen. I wonder what that time was like. It couldn't have been overnight. "Boxing helped in the end. But, I am still scared of butterflies," Tweek admits.
After we all finish eating, Tweek's mom takes everyone's plate to the sink. Again, it's so weird how she cleans up after Tweek even when she's the one who cooked dinner but, soon his dad goes to help her, leaving us at the table. I nudge Tweek with my elbow. "Lemme stay over." I don't know if he'd have to ask his parents' permission but, I stayed over before and they seemed fine with it. Tweek makes a face. "C'mon, I don't wanna go home now and if I end up here late anyways."
"You don't live that far away," he says.
My demeanor drops completely. It's way easier for me to explain spending the night than coming home at midnight or past that. And, what the hell? If everything is fine now, why is he sending me home? He always does these small things that could mean nothing but make it impossible not to think about.
He blushes, "It's gonna be so obvious if you stay here."
Now, I make the face. "It was already obvious, Tweek. Literally everybody knows we're dating."
"But, I don't want them to think about it, dammit," he groans. "Fine. Whatever."
Instead, Tweek just doesn't ask his parents at all. I don't think they cared and probably assumed I was staying the night already.
We help clean up. Tweek's mom offers dessert but I'm honestly so full from dinner I couldn't if I wanted to. (Which I did because she made apple pie.) And after we finally say goodnight to his parents and end up back in his room, I don't waste much time.
I push Tweek against the bed and kiss him roughly. Tweek holds me around my neck. His skins so soft and his smells so intoxicating. I just want to suffocate in it. I break away briefly to tear off his shirt before going back in to nibble on his neck. I feel up his torso, grazing his nipples with my thumbs. I kiss and suck, nuzzling further into Tweek's skin.
Tweek's trying his best to be silent. I can't blame him. When his parents were in the hall earlier, I could hear their voices through the door. But, he still lets out little sounds of pleasure right by my ear. I shudder.
He sounds so good. I grab Tweek by his waist and grind into him, through our clothes. It's so hot. I can't think. I lean back and toss my own shirt. He looks so good too. Holding myself over him with one hand, I grind into him again. And then again, this time slower.
He's hard under his shorts. Putting his legs to one side of me, I rip them off with his underwear. I go back in to kiss him. Tweek tries to push me away, "H- Hey." I don't budge. "You need to calm down!"
Finally, I look at him. I know he's right when I can't catch my breath. But… "It's been too long," I tell him, brushing my lips against his shoulder. "It's like you said. I don't know. I'm nervous." But, mostly excited. "I just want to put it in." I caress his thigh.
Tweek doesn't say anything but then he reaches into his drawer and throws something at me. "It's been a while so… make sure it doesn't hurt."
I remove my own pants and take the lube and condom he gave me, gratefully. I had some. (I had some last time too but, they were in my wallet which was in my truck.) Regardless, I know Tweek put in effort to have this, this time so I appreciate it.
I pour the lube on my fingers and press into him. There goes my heart again. "Spread your legs a bit more." Whoa... C'mon, reason! I- I have to do this properly or Tweek's right, I'm gonna hurt him. Slowly. Just be patient.
I do my best but after only a minute that feels more like eternity, I realize how tensed I am and how tightly I'm clenching my jaw. And as I'm trying to relax myself…
"Hey," Tweek says. "Aren't your fingers longer than that?"
I can't help it when I only give Tweek a look. He gets flustered. "Well, if you're gonna do it anyway, it should feel good and I feel like you usually reach deeper."
He's right, I was trying to be… patient. I'm dizzy. I can't take much more of this.
I vividly see the tiny thread grounding my reason snap and my reason sail away with the breeze.
I grab Tweek and pull him into me. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna come right away. "Huh? You're done?" I tear open the condom and apply it as fast as I can with my shaking hands. "That was nothing!" I only huff, preparing to put it in. "You're such an asshole," Tweek cries. "It's totally gonna hurt!"
"I'm sorry," I kiss his shoulder and then his neck. "But I'm not gonna last long so," I push into him and we both groan. "Hnng, if you just bear with it and give me time to recover, we can do it again later."
"Jerk! Who said I wanted to?!"
"Fuck…" It feels like the first time we did it. "It's like I'm being sucked in."
"Stupid jerk," Tweek swears. He digs his nails into my back. It's too tight, my dicks gonna break.
"Fuck," I hiss. "Relax." Ah, it hurts.
"It hurts," he whines, echoing my thoughts.
"That's why you need to relax," I tell him. "You're making it harder." And isn't it his fault that it's been two weeks?
"You're the one that just shoved it in," he snaps, opting to blame me. "I told you not to make it hurt!"
"It was gonna hurt regardless because it's been so long," I say. I move a bit more.
"Ah! Stop moving!" He hits me.
I let out a breath. "I'm gonna take it out."
"I said don't move," he repeats, hitting me again.
"What'd you want me to do, Tweek? We can't just stay like this. It's hard for me too, y'know?" I feel like the circulation to my dick is being cut off.
"Boohoo, Craig, you have it so hard. This is your fucking fault! Just stay still for a goddamn second." I can't take it out or put it in? Who's the jerk here? Fuck, I'm breaking a sweat. I'm just gonna do it! No, I can't. I already kind of rushed it. I need to really be patient this time. "Doing it slow is way worse," he decides. "Just do it all at once."
Now that he's suggesting it… "Are you sure?" I lift his hips despite my words.
"Yeah, hurry," he says, bracing himself.
"Alright," I tell him. "Here I go..." I yank him the rest of the way towards me. We both let out some kind of suppressed strangled groan. I rest my head against Tweek's chest, struggling to adjust to the sensation. Of being inside Tweek but also him digging into my back. There's no way I'm gonna last. I'm already there and I just put it in. So embarrassing.
But Tweek's so cute and he tastes so good. I kiss and nip at his neck. I can't help it. I sink my teeth into Tweek's shoulder as I thrust into him.
My mind is blank. I can't think of anything else. It's so good. He's so perfect. I'm so happy. I like him so much... I love him.
I don't last long, my body tenses and I come. It's like coming to my senses. I realize I'm still biting Tweek and let go but I bit him pretty hard. It will probably leave a mark. And also... I glance up at Tweek. He's a bit dazed. I don't think he came though. "Are you okay?"
"I was so close," he says, dejectedly.
"Sorry," I kiss the wound I've created. "Just, give me a minute."
Tweek's look says it all, You really wanna do it again?
"Please let me redeem myself from that," I say. "You didn't even finish. You don't want to?" Tweek sighs like he's annoyed and mumbles something I don't catch this time. "Do you just want me to use my mouth then?"
Tweek looks further annoyed somehow. "Really," he says, frustrated. "You're so annoying." I don't know what he means until he climbs over me and starts kissing me again. It makes me chuckle. I guess he did wanna do it again, after all.
Later, while Tweek's showering, I decide to head back to the kitchen to revisit that pie. As I'm cutting my slice, Tweek's mom peaks her head in. "Oh," she says. "I thought you were Tweek… What're you doing?"
"I couldn't resist," I tell her. "I had to have a slice before bed."
She laughs, "Well, if you're gonna do it, you might as well heat it up. It's best warm." I'm about to pop it in the microwave when she comes over and just begins doing the task for me. But instead of my barbaric methods, she lays some foil over a pan and places it in the oven. "It'll be done in a few minutes," she tells me.
After that we just quietly stand in the kitchen together. I was zoned out. I think maybe Mrs. Tweak was too? Eventually she asks, "What're you thinking about?"
I think it's funny because I was just thinking about her when she says it. "I don't know," I say. "I really appreciate everything you did tonight," I tell her. "I don't know if that's just a regular night for you guys but either way, seems like you did a lot. Even now, you're still helping…" She laughs. "Dinner was great and besides that, the things you and Mr. Tweak said… Well… My relationship with you guys is important to me. I hope it's okay for me to say this but, I really like Tweek and if he'll have me, I'm in it for the long run."
"Aw!" Tweek's mother coos, pinching my cheek. "How sweet," she says. "And of course you can say that, dear. I mean, what was the alternative?"
I chuckle, nervously. "Ha, ha, right."
When my pie is done, his mom even scoops me some ice cream to go on top. It's really good. I devour it in less than five minutes while Tweek's mom passively lets me know that, 'although she does loves me, should I fuck up…' And then she laughed all weirdly and said, "Well, we shouldn't have to worry about that. Right, Craig?"
I clean my dishes and head back to Tweek's room hurriedly to escape her.
Once I'm back, I pop my head into the small bathroom in the corner. "Are you done? Can I hop in?"
Tweek jumps and covers himself with his towel. "Didn't I tell you not to come in?"
"I heard the shower stop," I tell him. His hair drips water all over his face and chest. I can't help but check him out, which was the plan. "So, I thought it'd be fine for me to hop in. No reason we can't both be in here." He should be used to it since we shower together all the time in the locker room.
Tweek rolls his eyes. "Whatever."
He looks so good, I could go a third time. I step into the bathroom and strip. Tweek keeps his eyes to the ground and gets annoyed when I excuse myself to push past him and get into the shower.
"Hey Tweek," I start, once the water is running. He huffs already. "How come you only cuddle when you think I'm sleeping?" I let the water flow through my hair. It's quiet but I can see Tweek's shadow through the curtain so, I know he's still there. "I think," I say. "You must like it, right?" Tweek remains quiet so I shrug. "Either way, if I know now, can't we just do it?"
Tweek mumbles something I only catch the end of but it's enough to infer the rest. "There were several better ways to ask."
"What's that? You don't want to? Fine, then I'll stay on my side of the bed as far away from you as-"
"Did I say no? Fuck."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes! Yes, asshole, we can cuddle!" I snicker as Tweek storms out of the bathroom. I don't think he even finished because I'm pretty sure he was about to brush his teeth. Whatever, that's what he gets for not being honest.
I finish my shower and get out, smelling like Tweek. After drying myself, I take the towel from my waist and wrap it around my head. I saunter out of the bathroom, buck naked.
Tweek glares at me. "Forgot my boxers," I inform him, grabbing them off the bed. "Ready for bed?"
"I'm exhausted," he says, falling back onto his pillows. I get the light and then crawl in with him.
"You wanna spoon? Or I can hold you." I open my arms to him.
"Would you shut up?" he grumbles. Still, Tweek grabs my arm and moves it accordingly. Once finished, he rests his head on it. I finish the embrace, reaching around him with my other arm and pulling him back into me. This is weird… and nice. It's nice but it's definitely not what we're used to. I could easily get used to this though…
"Craig?"
"Hm?"
"… Nothing."
"What?"
…
"Fuck, Tweek, you can't just start like that and not tell me what you were about to say. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Like, was it a bad thing? Did I do something? Or is it like something small that I'm internalizing now?"
"Fine!" He sighs. "God, it was nothing," he says. "I was just gonna say… You know… that I'm happy right? Like being with you or… even, because of you."
My heart skips but I try to calm down. "Yeah," I tell Tweek with a smile. "I know," You're just weird about affection. But I can be okay with that. Plus, you've been doing better. Like, what is this?!
"I just wanted to say that… without you having to ask. Anyways, 'night."
"I'm happy too, Tweek." I hug him closer to my chest. "Goodnight."
A/N
Hey I had a question: Would y'all be interested if I made some kind of social media to post fanart? I don't know why I never did before (I literally have an art degree (in illustration to boot)) but I've been… doodling some stuff recently as I've been writing for this story again.
If I did, would y'all even care, like is it worth posting? And if I did where would be best? Some is a bit nsfw so, Twitter? Instagram? Is DeviantArt still a thing? Do people still use Tumblr? Let me know.
I seriously missed y'all so much, you have no idea. Also sorry for posting so late, I was nervous so I reread this like a billion times, and there will still be mistakes. (forgive me, I'll have them fixed by next week)
