"Why do you have so much stuff?" Tweek asks, annoyed, pushing past me towards the bedroom.
"It's weirder that you have like, one box," I tell him, putting said stuff down in my pile.
The guys come in next, dropping what they were carrying. They watch us, amused. "You two might as well be a married couple."
Instead of the usual response I scoff, bashfully. "Would you shut up?" Tweek tells Kenny and then turns to me, "And would you stop making that face?!" I snicker.
"The irony is neither of you actually has all that much," Token chimes in. "We're almost done already."
We only have a few furniture items so far. A bed, just the one for now. A couch, a TV, a coffee table. But we plan to get more later this week. We're gonna do Tweek's plan: Start slow and gradually until we have everything we need. The rest of the stuff being brought in is just our clothes and belongings. Which, as Token mentioned, still isn't much. It took longer to drive here than unpacking the truck.
We start heading back to the truck for potentially our last trip. Coming down the stairs, I notice Kenny whispering to Tweek. It bothers me but I've learnt to not worry about Kenny. I don't think he means any harm. I think he genuinely likes messing with Tweek, the same way he does with the rest of us but Tweek's fresh meat. And I can't disagree with him, when you do get a reaction from Tweek's it's very rewarding. It's probably why everyone around him tries to rile him up and why he doesn't hang around many people.
Or at least that's what I thought until Tweek audibly gasps. "Prove it."
Kenny laughs, "Sure," he says. "Although, is it really that hard to believe Craig would take a picture of you while you were sleeping?" Kenny then pulls my phone out of his pocket to show Tweek my lock screen. Tweek gasps again, snatching the device from the blonde.
"Hey!" I suddenly chime in, also reaching for the phone. When the hell did he get my phone? Tweek holds it away from me, pretty ineffectively since he's the shortest and now all the guys are trying to get the phone.
"What the fuck?!" Tweek says, having suddenly been rushed.
"You didn't even notice," I argue.
"That's so embarrassing, Craig! What the fuck!"
"Kenny, what the fuck?!" I echo.
Kenny's just dying of laughter, somehow he's the one who ended up with the phone after Tweek but he's barely managing to keep it since he's laughing so hard.
"Would you all fuck off?!" Tweek screams from the middle of the huddle. I don't know if nobody heard him or we just didn't care to listen. "Stupid fucking Amazons!" This time Tweek gets everyone's attention and we all start laughing harder. I forget about the phone and Tweek takes advantage of that to shoves me away, breaking free, now in possession of the device. Kenny laughs harder, trying to figure out when and how he even got it.
"What are you doing?" I barely manage through my breaths.
"I'm deleting it," he tells us.
I just snort. "Good luck, my phone's lock." Tweek snorts too, shaking his head. The way he doesn't even look up and is still messing around on the screen lets me know, Tweek's probably known my password for a while now. "Fuck!" I leap towards him and the fighting starts again.
Tweek's dad's is the one to finally break us up, reminding us this is an apartment, we're new tenants and also, its getting late so, we should keep it down. I got my phone back before Tweek could erase the photo, thank God. I hold it to my chest and glare at him. "What is wrong with you?"
"Me?" he wonders.
"I knew you'd be mad so I used a really good photo. What's the problem?" Tweek shakes his head.
We return with more stuff. And Clyde asks us about the notably empty state of our apartment. "We're going later this week. Maybe tomorrow, but I don't want to stress about it. We pretty much have necessities, so we'll be fine for a few days at least."
Clyde hums and nods. "You should get a foosball table."
"Table tennis," Kenny corrects. "Then we can play beer pong."
"Absolutely not," Tweek immediately states. "This isn't a frat house. And there's no room for that anyways." Clyde makes a face like, hello? And gestures to the obvious dining area. "That's where the dining table's gonna go!"
"Who even actually uses their dining table?" Kenny says.
"True," I say. "What's the point? I doubt we'd actually use it."
"I think it's important," Tweek says. "Regardless of if we use it or not."
At a certain point, I realize that maybe Tweek and I are arguing so much because we're both extremely nervous about everyone leaving us here by ourselves . I wish I had not had that thought though. Now I'm hyper-focused on it. And to make it worse, after I realized, we very quickly finished bringing everything in from the truck.
After it's all unloaded, we take a break. Tweek's been in the closet for almost half an hour. His mom compulsively cleans every surface with bleach while his dad and Clyde surprisingly get to talking about football and sports. I'm slowly trying to drift from the conversation but am saved when Kenny comes and just pulls me along, away from the two.
I thank him and he slaps me on the back, "Look at you. My Craigy-can, all grown up." He pretends to tear up and sniffle.
"What about you? Finally gonna get a job?"
"Yeah," Kenny says vaguely. "I'm probably not gonna go to school but I do want move out... eventually. I'm not in a rush." I nod. Nothing necessarily shocking there. "Let me crash here sometimes." I hum apprehensively. "Seriously, Craig? What the fuck?"
Like I'd let Kenny stay here and get comfortable. Then potentially end up alone with Tweek. If that happened it'd have been in my own home and entirely my fault. "Actually..." Kenny perks up. "Absolutely not."
Kenny smacks his teeth, shaking his head in disappointment. "Even after all that, you and Tweek still have such major trust issues. It's crazy."
Kenny is psychic but, "The fact that you even have an idea why when I only said no, isn't helping your case."
Kenny scoffs and just laughs. "I'm not incriminating myself, Craig," he assures me. "You're the most insecure person I know- Well... it's a toss up between you and this other guy. And you don't hide how jealous you are of my budding relationship with Tweek."
"Okay but only because you say stupid shit like, 'budding relationship' when talking about him. Also you basically said he was you're sexual awakening and you don't hide that you think he's hot. True or false?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"Just to clarify, I would say I'm, 'questioning,'" he explains. "And I said y'all were my sexual awakening."
"Shut the fuck up, Kenny." I shake my head.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, Craig?" He retorts as we enter the bedroom. "That's fucking rude." Token's helping Tweek set up some shelves he had from his old room and little wall decorations. I hardly notice at first. "You did all that complaining after bombing your own coming out- Which really was your fault, let's be honest. You could've been more tactful," Kenny continues. Before I can get annoyed by Kenny I notice Toke and Tweek again. They haven't even really acknowledged us entering the room. Now that the shelf is up securely, Tweek's perched on the side of the bed, listening to Token talk. But... he looks so engaged in the conversation. Uncharacteristically so, I would say but, who am I to say? I'm far too jealous to determine anything really, right? "And now that I'm potentially coming out to you, you invalidate me and tell me to shut the fuck up. You're a hypocrite, you know? Some friend. Not just you, Tweek too..." Kenny trials off, seemingly distracted by the same thing that as me.
We quietly watch the two boys chat and laugh. And I catch myself sighing. No, I'm not a toxic boyfriend. "I'm glad Tweek's been getting along with everyone. He seems happy," I say instead. Because maybe if I can convince myself, I can-
"I'm not even trying to be funny, Craig... That would concern me," Kenny says.
My head snaps towards him, irritated."Kenny, what the fuck?! Is that a joke?"
Kenny looks sympathetic. "What do I say? I just finished lecturing you about being jealous and a hypocrite so, I can't be one myself." I shoot him another glare. "Fine, I'll help you anyways... again." He charges towards the boys, yanking Tweek off the bed by his arm.
"What the fuck, Ken?!"
"You said you'd give me ten dollars if I found a spot your mom missed. I did."
"Bullshit!" And they exit the room.
Token looks amused but I'm still recovering from Kenny. He was fucking with me... right? I walk over to him. "It's getting late. We're probably leaving soon." I give him a look because why the fuck did he say that? What a terrible thing to bring up right now. "I'm- I meant, like I was just saying..."
"That this is about to be a sappy ass conversation?"
Toke shakes his head, "Can you not ruin it, Craig?"
I snicker, "Fine, fine, but make it fast."
"Nah, just Kenny was right. What you said before about this being natural progression. But it's still so crazy to think about."
"What part"?" I ask, masking my apprehension towards the statement.
"Well, a month ago you were so hopeless with no plans... You really turned things around for yourself."
Ah... I chuckle, "I was honestly making it way more complicated than it needed to be. All I had to do was be honest… But, I don't know. Back then I was lying to myself too so… I guess I had to start somewhere."
"I applaud your efforts to win Tweek over and congratulate you on your success, man."
I laugh loudly. That's such a Token thing to say. "Like, maybe things have changed a bit but it was pretty obvious."
"Some people are complicated." Token says. "I think we get along because we're so simple." I'd worry Token was insinuating I'm stupid but he was referring to himself too so it made me feel a little better. He is basically calling us stupid but stupid emotionally. "You seem lighter. I like that." I laugh. "Seriously. I feel like we're getting new pieces you we've never seen before but It feels more authentic.
"...I hope we never made you feel like you had to hold back... Or joked about stupid shit. I hope I never said anything."
Well I can't think of anything off the top of my head. Not that I'd dwell on it anyways. "You're a good person, Toke. Don't worry." Just that if anything was said I think at this point it's obvious it said out of childish ignorance oppose to embedded bigoted opinions held by any of the guys. "And really I appreciate you sticking with me through it. It's flattering that you figured it out yourself. You must really care about me," I tease.
"Pfft, more like you're such a drama king. It wasn't hard to figure out with you crying about it all the time."
"Whatever." We shove each other back and forth, making our way back to the group. I catch Tweek staring with Kenny mischievously in his ear again. I can't see his mouth moving behind the appendage but don't need to. Probably saying to him what he said to me. Which annoys me abuse I feel like it proves his point more than mine.
Tweek's mother finishes tidying and everyone is just talking by the door. We keep saying goodbye and moving two feet just to start another thirty-minute conversation. I talk to Tweek's parents briefly. They just make sure everything's good before leaving. They also give me a head's up about Tweek's panic attacks but tell me not to worry too much about it. Call them whenever if I need anything. Then they switch to talking to Tweek and I start my goodbyes with the guys.
We make a group chat and promise to keep in touch. Even about stupid shit. "It'll be Thanksgiving in no time," Kenny promises. It gets awkward as the realization sets in and we start getting sad.
"I'm gonna miss you guys," Clyde says, pulling us all into a group hug.
Tweek's goodbye with his parents looks really sad too. Tweek looks apprehensive and it's worse once everyone really does leave. Now, it's just us. Like… not just today, not just this week but for… a year? That's what we signed the lease for.
We unpack and it gets even weirder organizing together and having to decide who gets what space. Tweek keeps clarifying that there are two bedrooms and we'll each have our own. "This is just until we get another bed."
I just chuckle. That's hilarious. As if we're gonna be sleeping in separate beds. So I just say, "Sure, sure." Tweek must be embarrassed. He seems to only say mean things when he's embarrassed now.
...
That may have always been the case. Fuck, I'm dumb.
We don't talk much, busy with other things. And then bedtime comes and we awkwardly get ready together, sharing the bathroom. (The en-suite comes with two sinks.) And then we awkwardly get into bed.
It's so weird. It's too weird. It's like-
Then Tweek says exactly what I was thinking: "This really is like we've gotten married."
I snicker a whole bunch, looping my arms around him and pulling him into my chest. "We moved in today and you're already proposing?"
"Idiot…"
"It was just a joke, Tweek," I say. "Of course, I'll marry you." Tweek just groans. I hum in thought, "Tweek-Tucker? Or Tucker-Tweek?"
"What like, hyphenated?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck no. You think I wanna be Tweek Tweak for any longer than I need to be?" Tweek continues to grumble while my face flushes. I think he's probably rambling to mask that he's also embarrassed by his comment.
I can't help myself once I get my bearings. "Tweek Tucker, then."
Now he's dead silent. "Idiot..."
I chuckle. "Are you tired?"
"I don't think I could sleep tonight no matter how hard I tried," Tweek admits.
What is that? A challenge? "We could turn that into a, not-so-bad thing."
"Yeah?" Tweek sniggers. "Dumbass."
"One day you'll appreciate the genius of my ideas."
"Nah, one day you grow up and stop being such a dumbass, hopefully."
I consider this, "...Don't hold your breath." Tweek hides his laugh behind a hand even though I'm not in front of him to see it anyways.
As soon as my hands are on him, I wonder why I was so anxious all day. I should've been thinking about this. It's been a while since we've actually been alone. We have a lot more freedom now.
I don't know why Tweek was so fond of this apartment but I personally liked that it was a corner unit and the bedroom was on the far wall. I thought it'd be hard to get a noise complaint.
I barely make it to Tweek's chest before he flips around and starts kissing me. I feel down his back. Tweek's aggressive today. At first, I want to fight him in our usual fashion but I just let him have it this time. I think I wanted to see where it would go and boy, did it pay off. Tweek presses against me, pushing me down and climbs over me. His fingers comb through my hair, something I've noticed him doing a lot more these days. Alternatively, my hands rest on his lower back, slowly slinking lower and lower.
We make out like that for a while. Tweek grinding against me, my hands inching into his underwear. Until Tweek suddenly springs back up. He reaches around and I feel his hand encompass my erection. I flinch a bit not expecting it. Tweek goes to remove my boxers. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out except air. I try a few more times before I can manage to find my words. "Tweek."
"What?" Tweek responds, distractedly.
My face heats up. So stupid. He's not even paying attention. Just ask. It's not a big deal. Yep, he's done it before, it's no big deal. "Uh..." Tweek's head perks up and he stares at me. Fuck. I lost my chance at being inconspicuous. Okay... Plan B: Just blurt it out. "Can you blow me?" It's just, ever since last time... I can't stop thinking about it. It was good. It was really good. Way better than the first time. And he didn't even do it that long... And he was drunk.
Tweek looks a bit confused for a moment and then he freezes. His face says it all. I think me asking for one triggered some kind of flash back to the blow job he gave me that night he got drunk. Which, by the way, he had no recollection of and I decided against telling him for several reasons. Before the mood is lost I quickly change the subject. "I think it's fair. I don't ask for much..." I say passively, glancing off to the side. Not that I actually mind, but it's true. It's always me taking care of him.
Tweek smacks his teeth. "Fine." I don't think he's even against it. I think he's just embarrassed about the resurfaced memories. Tweek looks determined. I think he's focusing on the task to distract himself. But seriously... hasn't his technique changed too much? Last time, he barely had one. Tweek strokes the base while taking the tip into his mouth. His tongue rolls over my skin and at the same time, his other hand caresses my inner thigh. He gets further with each bob of his head, drool spilling from his mouth. He even manages to go pretty deep this time. I was grossly unprepared for this. Last time was good but again, he was drunk... Now he's just showing off. When did he learn this? Or, wait... Where?
Tweek holds me by my back, pulling me closer to him and with his other hand fondles me. I hadn't realized I was pulling away. I guess he didn't like that but- Fuck! Wait a minute!
I don't last as long as I imagined I would but I'm not even upset about it. That was amazing. Tweek deserved it. It was practically a standing ovation. I told him to, hang on when I was about to come but he wouldn't stop. I tried to pry him off, not wanting him to swallow a mouthful of my jizz but it ended up all over his face instead... I wasn't really upset about that either... Hm.
I stare at him. "You've gotten pretty good at that." I watch Tweek as he clean his face.
...
"What?"
"You've gotten really good at that."
"So, what? Thank you? Your welcome? Shut up."
How'd he suddenly get so good? He's probably better than me and I have way more experience than him. Not to mention, Tweek has a tiny mouth. It's just, I don't think I could swallow him fully and my mouth is bigger and... the size difference- I mean, he couldn't have learned it from someone else... My mind only entertains the idea for a moment before realizing it's more likely Tweek taught himself through research and the internet. But, the drastic change makes me think he must've practiced a lot... And then I zone out thinking about that. Tweek claps in my face, startling me. "Hey, hello?!" He claps again. "Is this too boring for you? Would you like to do something else?"
I take his hand, staring at him intently. "If I do something for you will you do something for me?"
"I just did something for you, asshole," he says, wiping his mouth.
I curse to myself. "Well, that's not what I meant. It's nothing like that."
Tweek's deadpan, "Just say it, Craig."
I do think he'll need some convincing since he just gave me head. "Can I watch you...?" I make the motion with my hand and Tweek flushes looking absolutely appalled. Fuck, we were doing so well! I knew this would be his limit.
"Who- Who- Who asks that- No. Who wants to see that?"
"Oh, so you're telling me that seeing me jack off wouldn't turn you on?" I flip the question.
Tweek's face gets serious before flushing more. "I know what I want you to do."
"Wait a minute..."
"What do you mean?! You're literally asking for the same thing," he argues. "You have to go first though."
"Jerk."
"How? I'm agreeing with you."
"Shut it before I change my mind."
"Change your mind," he tells me. "It was your request in the first place."
I narrow my eyes at him. He just has to have the last word. I situate myself and Tweek gets comfortable in front of me. I pull my pants loose and start slowly, without much thought. It's honestly hard to concentrate with Tweek watching me this attentively.
And just as I'm about to get into it, "Is that really how you do it?"
I grit my teeth. "Yeah, it is," I say, tartly, trying not to lose my focus.
"Then do it better," Tweek complains. "Put on a show. Make it sexy." I start getting flustered. I feel like a hypocrite but it would've been different if I was prepared for it. I didn't think he'd ask me to do it at all, let alone, first. I try closing my eyes but it's no use. I loose all momentum from feeling pressured to perform.
"Dammit, Tweek!" Tweek only snickers.
"I could do better than that," he says and before I can challenge him, he starts anyways. Tweek actually takes it slow, dragging his hands over smaller sensitive areas. Pulling his shirt up and exposing his chest. He feels himself through his clothing before kicking out of his shorts. Then he fondles himself before, turning it into a real grip. At which point, he locks his eyes with me.
Understood.
My hand shoots between my legs again and I follow Tweek by example. He bites back a smile. We stroke ourselves, together. Tweek feels himself up, moaning and arching. I struggle to contain myself. I can't jump him. That would defeat the purpose. I asked for this and Tweek is more than delivering. This is crazy. But when Tweek's hand reaches further between his legs and he's slips a finger in himself, I lose it, pouncing on him immediately. I couldn't help it. At that point, I was about to come by myself again.
"I guess I need to practice." Tweek laughs. Though, I'm not sure how on earth I'd find the time or energy. Tweek keeps me as busy as I can be in this department.
We go at it for way too long. I think we were too excited about having our own space now and just needed to get it out of our system. I'm honestly exhausted but I refused to tap before Tweek and I think he started having similar thoughts because suddenly it turned into another game. A battle of endurance, with some necessary breaks here and there.
By the time we're done (no official call but I don't think either of us can move at all anymore) there's some light coming through the window. Actually quite a bit of light since we don't have curtains yet.
We just lay there, catching our breaths. When I finally shift to get out of the bed, Tweek flinches. "Time out! Don't touch me."
I snicker, "I wasn't going to. Don't worry, I'm all out of gas too." I grab an extra sheet from one boxes still unpacked and start hanging it over it window to block the light from coming through.
"I think I'm dying..."
"Well," I climb back under the covers with him. "Please try not to. I don't want to explain that to your parents." Tweek doesn't respond, just breathes heavily. "Want some water?" His eyes pop open and he glances at me. I stare back a bit concerned for him genuinely. "What?" I ask after a moment of silence.
Tweek bites back a smile. "...Maybe just one more time?"
A/N
... ... .. So... ... XD
Sorry y'all, I really did have all the chapters written but then I was struck with a new idea that I once entertained, had to be put in. And of course the biggest changes came in this chapter and this was the hardest chapter with changes to finish.. I'm so sorry. I hope it was worth the wait at least? I'm gonna change my posting schedule to once every 3 weeks though, to be safe. But I won't post if I'm truly not satisfied with a chapter... not anymore. Plus these are the final chapters, I really want them to be good. But yes, again I apologize another extended hiatus.
But hey, I'm doing really well so there's that! And I hope you're also hanging in there and pushing forward! It's all you can do. Thanks for everything.
-IDRC
