"It's so… um… nice of you to join us for dinner, Tweek."

Tweek nodded quickly, forcing an awkward smile, his gaze never once leaving his plate of barbeque.

Craig stared daggers at the boy from across the table, aggressively chewing his food. On either side of him, Craig's parents eyed one another nervously.

After an interminable period spent listening to silverware scraping on plates, Craig's dad cleared his throat. "So, uuh… how was your day today Ruby?"

As Craig's sister began to prattle on about the events of her day, Tweek hazarded a quick glance up. Craig's fatigued eyes caught his and seemed to bore straight into his soul. Tweek's eyes jerked back to the slowly disappearing stack of pulled pork in front of him, a faint blush trailing across the bridge of his nose.

"Tweek honey, how's your parents coffee shop doing? Business been good?"

"Yes ma'am," Tweek wiped his mouth with his napkin. "We've been getting a lot of business now that it's turned colder out. My dad's been thinking about hiring… gffff…"

Tweek bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan. Craig's bare foot rubbed against his ankle underneath the table.

At first Tweek thought it might have been an accident. Then it happened again. The calloused pads of the boy's toes stroked against his inner arch, sending a tingle running up his spine. Tweek gripped the table as his arms and legs broke out in goosebumps.

"Tweek? You okay son?"

"F-fine!"

Once the Tucker family finally turned their attention away, Tweek shot Craig a pleading glance. But Craig only held his gaze, slowly chewing his food as his foot wandered its way up Tweek's calf.


After dinner, Tweek slinked after Craig like a lost puppy, following him up the stairs.

"In there. Full shower. Now."

He pushed Tweek into a hall bathroom, flinging a set of pajamas in after him and quickly shutting the door.

Clutching the jumbled wad of fabric to his chest, Tweek stared at the door for several seconds, blinking in slow succession. He'd never been on a date before, but he was pretty sure this wasn't how you were supposed to go about one.


A while later, Tweek emerged from the bathroom amid a cloud of steam, slowly toweling the dampness from his hair. The PJs Craig had given him were way too big. He had them rolled twice at the cuffs and was still sloshing around in the checkered fabric.

He crossed the hall, careful not to squeak any of the floorboards. At Craig's door he hesitated, hand trembling on the doorknob as he steeled himself for whatever lay ahead.

The door creaked open on its hinges. Inside, Craig stood tap dead center in the middle of the room, working his hands together anxiously. He had clearly jumped in his own shower right after shoving Tweek into the one in the hallway. His hair was damp and shiny, his skin was red, and he had on a new pair of pajamas.

Looking past him, Tweek noted that Craig had also remade the bed with clean sheets.

"C-come in," Craig commanded.

Tweek obeyed, slipping inside and shutting the door.

"Sit down," Craig ordered.

Again Tweek did as he was told, padding over the worn floorboards and sitting down on the edge of the bed. For a time only the sound of settling springs filled the room as the boys stared at one another like deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

Finally, once the stillness between them had grown unbearable, Craig reached out a tentative hand. His fingers shook badly as they combed through Tweek's damp hair, tucking waves of it behind the boy's ear.

"I have no fucking clue what I'm doing," Craig sighed in dismay.

Tweek's hand rose to gently gather the trembling fingers. He planted a kiss in the center of Craig's palm, then nuzzled his cheek into it, making him shiver. Craig swallowed dryly as he stroked his thumb along Tweek's cheekbone. Murky green eyes stared up at him, scared and wanting.

"We're just experimenting," Craig muttered, mostly to himself. "Just fooling around. That's all."


Some time later, there was a chair wedged beneath the doorknob and they were in bed together.

The blankets and top sheet were pooled on the floor and the boys' PJ tops were nowhere to be found. Craig had Tweek pinned underneath him, the blonde's slender legs hooked tightly around his waist. They were making out like death row inmates using up their last conjugal visit.

Tweek's fingernails gently scratched lines into Craig's back, then slid down to snake beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms, boldly squeezing the boy's ass through his underwear.

"Tweek," Craig growled in warning before stooping to nibble his friend's throat.

"S-sorry," Tweek sighed, combing his fingers through Craig's thick black hair as yet another hickie was placed on his delicate skin. The tip of Craig's tongue traced up Tweek's slender throat, making the blonde moan. Craig kissed him to shut him back up.

Their play had gotten a little aggressive of late. Craig, now feverish from both sickness and arousal, didn't know how to feel about it. Before they'd started, he had laid down clear rules of engagement. Boundaries that Tweek must never cross, or else he'd be on the receiving end of a mean kidney punch.

As time wore on, however, they'd both grown more adventurous. The hard line Craig had drawn between youthful experimentation and full-blown sex had blurred significantly. Craig was having trouble remembering what his boundaries were.

"Craig," Tweek whimpered as Craig ground their hips together. Craig hated to admit it, but the noises Tweek made, the soft squeaks and moans that escaped his chewed lips, were stirring something deep inside him. The salty sweet taste of the boy's sweat had him hard as granite.

With each successive grind into the boy's upturned hips, Tweek's grip grew tighter and tighter around his midsection. To the point where it was actually starting to hurt.

"Dude, could you ease up a little with the-"

"Craig," Tweek squeaked. Hearing the strain in his friend's voice, Craig reared up to see what was the matter.

Tweek's face was flushed. His skin was glistening with sweat, and his eyes were wide and wild.

"Fuck," Craig stared in amazement. "You're getting close. Aren't you?"

Writhing softly beneath him, Tweek only nodded. His naked chest rose and fell with anxious breathing. The tent in his underwear had a prominent damp spot on it.

"W-wh…" Craig's mouth felt dry. "What do you want me to… do?"

Tweek's hand flashed to Craig's wrist, drawing the boy's hand down to his crotch without a moment's hesitation.

"Please," Tweek whimpered. "Please."

Well… fuck, thought Craig as he found himself gripping Tweek through his underwear. Tweek's bulge was remarkably firm between his fingers. Craig noted that Tweek's dick felt different than his - shorter perhaps, but surprisingly thick. It seemed to radiate heat right through the starchy fabric and into Craig's hand.

Slowly Craig began to stroke, forming a 'C' with his hand and working back and forth over it, gauging Tweek's reaction all the while. The boy squirmed beneath his touch, moaning, arching his back enough to lift somewhat from the bed.

Fucking fuck this is so hot. "You like that?" Craig asked, his voice just above a purr.

"Y-y-yes…"

Craig shifted over until he was laying beside Tweek on the bed. "Tell me how bad you want it," he growled against Tweek's ear, catching them both off guard.

"Oh god.. oh g-god Craig… you have… gfff… you have no idea…"

Craig nibbled Tweek's earlobe, eliciting a full-body shudder. "Have you ever thought about me while you jacked it?"

"C-craig," Tweek pleaded.

"Tell me," Craig growled, slowing down his strokes.

"Y-yes! God dammit, Craig, yes! M-more times than I can count!" He swallowed, palming the sweat from his face. "Fuck, I can't remember a single time this year when I haven't jacked off thinking about you!"

The boy's strained words caught Craig by surprise. For a time all he could do was stare down at Tweek in amazement, eyebrows raised to a peak. Then, lowering himself down, he tucked his face into the space between Tweek's head and the pillow.

"C-craig… what are you-"

When Craig took Tweek's earlobe in his teeth, the blonde nearly leapt out of his skin. A full-body shiver rocked him from head to toe.

When Craig began to nibble and suck where his ear joined his jaw, it was as if his body had been struck by lightning.

When Craig started to jack him off again, he nearly passed out.

This feeling was… indescribable. Tweek's chewed fingernails dug into the bedsheets as his eyes went out of focus. He ground his hips into each stroke, panting as his ear was teased and licked. He wanted so badly for the fabric to not be in the way. He wanted to feel Craig's calloused hand on his cock. The smell of Craig's skin rubbing against his, the feel of his hand between his legs, touching him, working him… it was every fantasy, every anxious late night masturbation session he'd ever had rolled up into one tangible, real moment. He wanted this feeling to last forever.

But his body was telling him that the festivities would soon be over. Very soon, in fact.

"Craig," Tweek whimpered. "I'm… I'm gonna…"

Craig knew what that sound meant. And, sure enough.

Wow. Oh WOW.

Craig watched in utter amazement as Tweek seemed to cum through his underwear.

He almost wished the boy weren't spasming so hard so that he could watch the fireworks. First one spurt broke through, landing a sizeable distance up Tweek's heaving belly. Another made it just far enough to menace the lip of the boy's boxer-briefs. The rest caught Craig on the back of the hand.

For a time Craig just stared down at his glazed fingers, mouth agape. Tweek was an out-of-focus writhing blur beyond his hand, riding out the tail end of his orgasm as a bead of cum formed at the tip of Craig's fingertips. It dangled from a thin line before snapping free, falling in slow-mo down to the sweat-drenched bedsheets below.