For the longest time afterward, no one spoke.

Tweek stared up at the ceiling, the bed sheet pulled up tight beneath his chin.

Craig was just lying there on his side of the bed. Gripping his wrist. Studying his hand.

Tweek swallowed softly, trying not to attract the boy's attention. He hadn't meant to cum on Craig's hand. It just… sort of happened.

Right as he opened his mouth to apologize, Craig let out a loud sigh. "I'm on board."

Caught momentarily off guard, Tweek blinked in succession. "You're… on board?"

Bringing his arm down, Craig nodded.

"With… what?"

"With this," Craig gestured around, as though it were obvious. "With all of it. I'll be gay with you."

Tweek's eyes widened. "W-w-wh…"

Craig rolled over on his side to face the startled boy. "I mean… it's not like I have much of a choice. You're never gonna leave me alone now. And I just got another dude's splooge all over my hand, thereby making me gay. So whatever. Fuck it. I'll be gay with you."

Tweek's heart was beating a mile a minute. Was this real?

"So… d-does that just mean we can do this again? Or…"

Rolling his eyes, Craig leveraged himself up on his arms. Tweek let out a soft squeak as Craig gathered up his wrists, pinning them to either side of his head. "It means that if I have to be a fag, I'm gonna go all in. So guess what? We're boyfriends now. And we're gonna do all the regular shit gay dudes do. Hold hands in public. Make out at school. Sex. You name it."

Tweek flushed a bright shade of red from head to toe.

"Word of warning though: I'm very protective. If I ever catch a guy flirting with you, I'll kick his ass. If I ever catch you flirting with another guy, I'll kick his ass and then your ass. Got it?"

Tweek swallowed and nodded. Dear god, Craig didn't have to worry about that. Ever.

"I ain't a psycho though. If you want out someday, just tell me. I'm just saying don't… break my heart. Or whatever. It takes me a while to open up, but when I do, and somebody hurts me, that shit really fucks with my head. So…"

By this point, Tweek's vision was beginning to mist over. Lacing their fingers together, he pressed his lips to Craig's, shutting out those terrifying words forever.


The first thing Tweek noticed as he awoke in the hazy light of morning was just how cold the world felt beyond the scratchy fleece of his blanket. The second thing he noticed was that it wasn't his blanket per se - it was their blanket. A bleary smile spread over Tweek's face as he snuggled down into the warmth of Craig's shoulder.

"Mph," Craig gurgled in his sleep. "Dagger chin."

Craig's bottom half was curled up into his torso. The lack of lower body contact between them was upsetting Tweek to no end. Quick to rectify the situation, he scooched down a bit, gently curling against him, big spoon to little spoon.

Goddamn it, Tweek thought. He's just so warm. It was like cuddling with a radiator. The pads of Craig's feet were scalding hot against the tops of his own. But Tweek just held him tight, gladly absorbing the excess body heat. His fingers slipped under the hem of his new boyfriend's muscle shirt, sliding over the gentle curve of his belly.

"I don't think I'm gonna make it to school today," Tweek sniffled.

"I don't think so either," Craig chuckled. "Your own fault for making out with a sick person."

Tweek grinned as he kissed the scruff of Craig's neck. "Didn't hear you complaining."

"No comment."

Through the pinpricks of light streaming down through the blanket, Craig's hair looked like pure fluffy nonsense. Like a spool of black yarn someone left in a dryer on high. It smelled like tea tree oil shampoo, a dirty bedroom and heaven.

"How are we gonna break it to everyone?"

"What's there to break? Most of the town already thinks we're gay. At most we'll have to come out to, like, five of our friends. And if any of 'em got beef, I'll kick their ass."

As Craig's arm encircled his and their fingers dovetailed together, a Cheshire grin sprawled its way across Tweek's face.

"Hey Craig?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"I love you."

Turning his face, Craig pressed a quick kiss into the corner of Tweek's mouth. "Yeah, yeah. I love you too. Douchebag."

They held eachother like that in the watery light of a frigid Colorado morning. Telling jokes, giggling together like the old friends they were. Neither made a move to retrieve the heavy duvet lying crumpled and abandoned beside the bed. They didn't need it anymore.

THE END