~Craig~
Craig's parents are weird.
Not so much his mom, more his dad.
When Craig was in the fourth grade a yaoi craze came to town, and he and his friend were caught in the middle of it. Out of it came a beautiful relationship for the two boys.
Well, pretend relationship. They did it for the sake of the town. As long as they were together, the town was happy.
Craig was reluctant to do it at first, he wasn't gay, he liked girls. That's what he was taught. Boys like girls, and girls like boys. So why was he being forced into a relationship with another boy? And not just any boy, the blond twitchy boy with weird eyes that he fought with only the year before.
When the whole situation first started, Craig's father, Thomas Tucker, was the only one in the town that did not support the young couple. He didn't want his son to be gay. That wasn't normal when the older man was growing up.
But once Thomas saw how upset his son was after the breakup, something in him changed. He only wanted to see his son happy. He learned to accept him and became his number one supporter. He was proud to have a son that showed who he was and didn't give a damn what others thought.
That lasted until about a month before sixth grade started for Craig. Thomas had gone out one night to drink with his friends, and when he came back, his old self was back. He went from a happy lovable man that was proud of his son, to a grumpy old bastard that wanted nothing to do with his son being gay.
And one night, when it was a little closer to the start of the school year, Thomas sat Craig down and told him that he's too old for pretend now. He said that he is to end the relationship with the twitch and get himself a girlfriend like a real man.
The boys heart sank, he didn't want to end his relationship with Tweek, it was one of the only things that made him happy, besides Stripe of course. And he didn't want a girlfriend, he didn't like girls. When he said this to his father, the man gave him a glare and told him to knock his shit off, he is his father and he will do as he says.
Craig just nodded and sulked up to his room, the first day of school was going to suck.
When the first day came, the black-haired boy dreaded waking up a little more. Couldn't he have just a little more time with his "boyfriend." He didn't want this day to happen, somewhere along the way the line between pretend and real seemed to have blurred. The boy didn't want it to end so soon, but he knows he has to do as his dad says, or deal with the pissed off man. Craig just wants to know what happened to man his father once was, the man that was once his friend. The man sitting at the table for breakfast is not the same man he was 2 months earlier.
When the black-haired boy sat his father looked at him and asked if he remembered what he was supposed to do. The boy nodded and forced out a 'yes sir.' With a nod if his head the red-haired man went back to his newspaper he was reading.
Once he arrived at school he met up with his friends and boyfriend, he pulled the blond away to speak in private. He felt like he wanted to throw up as the words left his mouth. He can still clearly remember seeing the light in the blond's eyes fade once he knew what was happening. The rest of the day is a blur, he only became aware of what was happening when he was lying face down in his pillow crying his eyes out. Unbeknown to him that the small blond he had just broken up with was doing the exact same.
To his father's disappointment, he didn't get a girlfriend after that. Years passed with no change in his relationship status. That's when Thomas Tucker really became weird. He'd practically forced his son to talk to girls, he'd encourage him to bring them home.
Even though his son was only a freshman, he'd shove him and whatever girl followed him home into his room and take his wife and daughter and leave the house. This of course made Craig feel awkward, he never had a girlfriend before, or ever really hang out with girls. He didn't know what to do he only knows how to hang out with guys.
What was even weirder was when his family would return later that night, after he sent the girl home, his father would ask how it went. He wanted to know how far they went and what they did. This made Craig even more uncomfortable that being stuck in the same room as a girl.
Weren't normal fathers supposed to discourage those kinds of acts until their kids were older?
But here his father was talking to him about the best positions in bed. He's 13 for Christ's sake, he didn't need to know what a reverse cowgirl is yet.
When he was 14 things started to change. Things meaning his body, he started to grow hair in weird places, his dick would grow hard at random times, and he started to become interested in things he wasn't before.
He also developed a type of person he was interested in. That type being blondes with green or hazel eyes. Why that specific type, he didn't know at the time.
Entering tenth grade, he was already a couple inches taller than most kids in school, his voice was deeper, and he must shave every night thanks to the hair on his chin. He noticed changes in his face too, his cheeks were less round, his jaw became more defined, and he had acne everywhere.
According to Clyde he became "a walking sex God." He didn't agree with that himself, but apparently every other kid at school thought so too. He attracted the attention of nearly every girl in his grade and some from upper and lower grades. He also gained the attention of some guys too, especially a small blond with mismatched eyes. Not the black-haired boy would know that.
One person he attracted the unwanted attention from, was Bebe Stevens. The self-proclaimed "hottest girl in school."
One day while he was leaning against the locker next to Token's waiting for the boy to finish in whatever meeting, he was in, the tall blonde stopped in front of him. Once he didn't give her the attention, she wanted she crossed her arms and huffed at him. He took his eyes off his phone to look at her for a brief second, then gave her a deadpanned 'what.' Craig is not one for conversation, especially with people he doesn't like.
Bebe just rolled her eyes, this was something everyone knew about Craig, he doesn't like people. Well he likes his friends and his mom, and sister, but anyone besides them, Craig is not a fan of.
"Well I was just thinking," the blonde started, "since you're the hottest guy in our grade, it only makes sense you date the hottest girl."
"And who would that be?" the noiret asked not taking his eyes off the game he was playing on his phone. The girl standing in front of him with the caked-on makeup, tits popping out of her shirt, and shitty personality would not be his definition of 'hot.' The only thing she had going for her was her blonde hair which by the looks of it has been dyed too many times to get it to the blonde it is now.
"Why it's me, silly." The blonde said with a smile as she twirled her hair around her finger, trying, and failing, to look cute.
Craig knows what Bebe is really like behind her pretty exterior, he uses the term 'pretty' loosely. She's a bitch. She thinks she owns the hallway, and everyone should kiss the ground she walks on. If someone says something she doesn't like, she and her goons will attack, making that person's life a living hell. She's pushes people down that get in her way, she dumped a milk carton on a girl that told her that "some of us have to work, not everyone can spend Daddy's money whenever they want."
"I'll pass." was all Craig said. That did not please the spoiled blonde, she wants what she wants, when she wants. Unfortunately for her, Craig doesn't care what she wants or when she wants it.
"Think of how cute we'd be together," she tried, "we'd be the most popular couple in the whole school."
"Don't care." The black-haired boy said. He was getting tired of this, he doesn't care about popularity, or looking cute. He just wants to go home, cuddle with Stripe #7, watch some T.V and be alone before he goes over to Token's house later.
But there he was, waiting for Token and being hounded by the blonde in front of him. He stopped listening to what she was saying a while ago. And she showed no signs of stopping, she could talk for hours. Which is another thing about Bebe that Craig doesn't like. Craig doesn't mind people that talk a lot, it makes up for his quietness. But he can't stand people who only talk about themselves.
The blonde huffed again, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Nope."
"That's not how you treat your girlfriend Craig."
"You're not my girlfriend Bebe, nor will you ever be. Now can you kindly fuck off?" he asked flatly.
"God, you are such an asshole Craig!" the girl yelled before turning on her heel and storming away.
Craig was so annoyed after she left that he decided to ditch walking home with Token and the other guys. They were taking too long anyway. And he'd see them later at the black boy's house for their weekly get together.
As he was making his way out of the school he was stopped by another blonde. But this time, a much more bearable one. Annie Knitts, the opposite of Bebe, quiet, smart, nice, and naturally pretty. If Craig had to choose between the two, Annie is the much preferable choice. And Annie has green eyes, unlike Bebe who was brown.
"Hi Craig." The shy blonde said.
"Hey Annie."
"Um, I know this maybe a little, uh weird, but I-um. If you're not busy this weekend, would you possibly want to go out and do something, maybe?" The words were so rushed at the end, the tall male nearly missed what she said.
Craig was taken back at this. He's used to people coming up to him and asking him out, which the answer is most times a hard 'no.' But Annie is different, she's not doing it for popularity, the poor girl probably pissed herself just walking up to him. He could see himself spending time with her and enjoying it.
So, he agreed to meet up with her on Saturday at the local Harbucks. After exchanging numbers and saying bye, he could finally go home and be alone.
Or so he thought. But once again he was stopped by a blond. Even though this time it was his all-time favorite blond, he couldn't help but ask himself, 'what the hell is up with all the blondes lately?'
Craig didn't mind being stopped this time, he would always stop for Tweek, no matter what. Craig had to look down to see his face, beings the boy didn't grow to be more than 5'4", while he stands at a solid 6' and is still growing. He'd also have to slow down for the smaller boy to keep up. But he didn't mind that, not when its Tweek.
If anyone else were to ask Craig to slow down for them, he'd flip them off and keep going. And when he said he doesn't mind when people talk a lot, he really means he doesn't mind when Tweek talks a lot. Craig could listen to the blond's theories about why pigeons are a part of the illuminati for hours. He has, and he enjoys every minute of it. The way the blond's face lights up when he has someone willing to listen to him ramble on is enough for Craig to keep coming back for more. And the way he animates what he's saying with his hands and face makes the taller boys heart flutter. He has no idea why though, it never does that around anyone else. After 5 minutes of anyone else talking he'll either tell them to shut up, or completely ignore them.
So why is Tweek so special?
He wants to say it's because they're best friends, and that's how normal best friends are with each other. But then he sees how Token and Clyde act around each other, and he's left even more confused. They bicker and push each other, they don't cuddle up during movies. Craig doesn't understand, and maybe he never will.
Something's wrong, Tweek looks nervous, he's twitching, he hasn't twitched in years. Not since he cut back on his coffee consumption, he still drinks the stuff like its water, just not as much. The first thing the black-haired boy does is voice his concern for his friend. The only reply he got was the blond boy asking to go to his house and talk.
The noiret agrees almost immediately, he'd never turn down Tweek, especially when he knows something is wrong. They set off towards the taller boy's house, so much for his plans of being alone.
The whole walk there was quiet, which is strange. Tweek usually doesn't stop talking when they are together. This is how Craig knew that something was wrong.
Once they reached his house, they kicked off their shoes and hung their jackets up, and it was still quiet. It was getting eerie, and Craig did not like it. He wanted to know what is wrong with his best friend and he wants to know now. But Craig had learned from years of experience not to rush Tweek when it comes to things like this. It's best to let him talk when he's ready.
They didn't make it two steps into Craig's room before Tweek has his arms wrapped around the taller boy's middle and is crying into his chest.
This was something new, Tweek usually doesn't want to be touched when he's like this. Craig has learned to be hands off when the blond is crying, but today he feels like the smaller boy needs all the comfort he can get.
They stay like that for nearly 10 minutes before the black-haired boy decided to prompt the blond into talking. "What's wrong dude?"
"I can't tell you." The reply is so muffled that he could barely make out what he said. And there was no way that Craig was gonna stand having his plans ruined just to be a tear rag for the blond boy, and not be told what had him so upset.
"Why can't you tell me?" The boy in blue asked.
"Cause you'll hate me." The smaller one said, burying his face further into the other's chest.
"I could never hate you Tweek." And it's true, Craig couldn't ever hate Tweek, he loved the boy too much. But he himself didn't know that at the time. "And pick you head up, you're hard to understand when you do that."
Silence surrounded them again. Neither dared talk, not wanting to break the moment they were having. Craig's hand in the blond hair, he's so fond of, petting it to try and bring comfort to his friend.
Tweek's the one that finally broke the silence. He turned his head, so his cheek was resting on the taller boy's chest, listening to his heartbeat as he calmed down. "I'm gay." He said it so quietly Craig would have missed it if he wasn't paying so much attention to the boy in his arms.
This didn't come as a shock to Craig, he's always known Tweek was different than the other guys. It almost seemed normal that Tweek was gay. He's never seen the blond even look at a girl or talk about any either. He couldn't picture the small blond with a girl, he doesn't seem like the type to fuck anybody, guy or girl.
And when they would change in the locker room for gym the blond's face would always become a dark shade of red. Craig thought it was from the heat in the room, but now he knows it was from a very different reason.
And he didn't mind it at all. It made a rush of happiness run throughout his body. He didn't know why he would be happy the blond is gay though, he is straight. He doesn't like boys. At least that's what he was raised to think. It's not like what they did when they were younger really meant anything to them. Right?
Wrong, it meant everything to the blond still attached to his waist, but he wasn't about to tell that to the tall boy. And Craig will never know how much Tweek wanted to add "for you," to the end of his statement.
"It's okay Tweek. I guess I always kinda knew you were." the noiret spoke again, "And I'd never hate you for that."
The small blond hugged the other tighter and whispered out a 'thank you.'
They spent the rest of the afternoon together before they had to journey to the Black's mansion.
Craig did get his wish of cuddling with Stripe #7 and watching T.V., but he was not alone, he had the small blond with him. And he wouldn't have it any other way, even though Tweek was still quiet and acting strange.
Once 7:30 rolled around the two decided that they should head out. They were supposed to be at Token's at 8 and the walk from Craig's house took a little over 20 minutes.
Upon entry of the Black's mansion, the yelling of Clyde could be heard alongside the noise of some basic co-op shooting game. The noiret rolled his eyes and made their presence known by closing the door a little harder than needed, earning himself a scolding from the rich boy on the couch. Craig flipped him off in response, earning an eye roll and another scolding.
The tall boy walked over and sat down on the empty couch, adjacent to the one occupied by the black boy and the loud mouth. He then motioned for the blond still standing by the door to join him, who was reluctant at first, but eventually did make his way over.
About half an hour later Clyde disappeared to the kitchen, returning with his arms full of food and drinks. This happened every time they hung out. except this time, instead of the usual Mountain Dew and Coke, he brought out vodka.
"Clyde what the hell is that for?" Token asked with a raised brow. He isn't against drinking, he is just used to only drinking at parties, not when it's only them.
"Well, Tweek looks sad, and he," the brunet points a chubby finger at Craig, "needs to lighten up."
This earned the boy a glare from the black-haired boy on the other couch. As the said boy was about to tell the chubbier one off, he was cut off by a quiet voice beside him.
"I'll drink some. B-but not too much, cause then I'll get drunk and I could die, and then I'll be late for work tomorrow and that's too much pressure."
Everyone went quiet, Tweek never drank. And now here he was, asking for a drink from Clyde, who in turn smiled and handed the blond a glass.
Once Clyde had the bottle open, he filled each shot glass, handing the other two boys theirs. The brunet raised his glass up over his head then brought it down to his lips and then swallowed the liquid from inside. The other three doing the same after, which sent the small blond into a coughing fit as soon as the liquid went down his throat.
This ultimately set the two on the other couch into a fit of laughter, while Craig rubbed his back and tried to sooth him.
With tears running down his face, he caught his breath, and held his glass out for Clyde to fill up again.
The brunet gave him a weird look and asked if he was sure. The blond just nodded and held his cup a little closer to the bigger boy.
Filling up the blond's glass, he filled the rest of the glasses up to. Tweek didn't wait for anyone this time, he downed the drink and slammed the glass on the coffee table. He then stood up and excused himself to the bathroom.
As Craig sat there the whole time, he knew something else was wrong with Tweek, but he also knew he wasn't going to get any answers tonight. So, he turned his attention back to the boy pouring more shots.
The trio had another 3 shots by the time the small blond returned. They were well on their way to being drunk.
When Tweek sat down, he refused the glass offered to him. So Criag grabbed it and drank both. This obviously wasn't his first-time drinking, he has a real bad habit of drinking. He wouldn't consider himself an alcoholic, but if it's offered, he won't say no.
Token decided 7 shots was enough for him and Clyde, and 8 was plenty more than Craig needed. He took all the bottles of alcohol out to the kitchen, he was followed shortly after by Clyde asking if they could make more snacks. While the two other boys were out in the kitchen, putting the alcohol away and making popcorn, Craig pulled Tweek a little closer. The alcohol already taking effect on him as he practically picked the blond up and sat him on his lap.
The black-haired boy then placed his hand on his blond friend's face and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. It didn't last more than 10 seconds before he pulled back. He mumbled something about the blond being cute.
When Craig was about to reconnect their lips, Tweek jumped out of his lap as if it had burned him. He practically sprinted to the bathroom again. Once he was safely locked into the bathroom furthest from the living room, he began pacing while he laced his fingers through his blond locks and tugged.
He kept telling himself that it was only the alcohol, that Craig won't even remember it by tomorrow, that he really didn't even mean to do it. He should get his hopes up, Craig's straight, he probably had mistaken him for a girl. But there were only the four of them there, so no matter how drunk he was he should have known it was him.
What do people always say, people do things when they're drunk, because that's how they really feel when they're sober. Right?
The blond couldn't suppress the grin that formed on his face, or the bloom of hope in his stomach that Craig really did mean what he said and did. When he touched his lips with the tips of his fingers, he felt a tingle and couldn't stop thinking about what had happened only minutes ago.
When the blond finally made his way back down stairs, he discovered that he wasn't gone for only a couple of minutes. He was gone for a good 45 minutes, seeing as Token and Clyde were about half way into a shitty action movie and Craig was sprawled out on the couch sound asleep.
When Tweek jumped out of Craig's lap, the tall boy was left dumbfounded. What the hell did he just do, and why the hell did Tweek run away? 'Oh, well,' he thought to himself, 'not like either of us will remember it tomorrow.'
Boy was he wrong. He had no idea of what was happening in that secluded bathroom on the other side of the mansion.
Soon the other two boys emerged from the kitchen carrying bowls of popcorn. As Token sat down, he questioned where Tweek was. The black-haired boy hummed then answered as truthful as he could. "Dunno," he said with a shrug of the shoulder, "he ran off."
"Why would he run off? What did you do to him?" The chubby brunet asked this time.
"Mmm… kissed him." He slurred out. At this point he was fighting to stay awake, and he was losing.
"Well then I can't blame him for running, probably went to bleach his mouth out." Clyde said with a shit eating grin.
The last thing Craig remembers from that night was lifting his hand up and showing Clyde his favorite finger. He fell asleep to the sound of the brunet bursting out in laughter.
Craig woke up the next day with a jolt. A surge of panic ran through his body, he needed to find his phone and find out the time.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as he scrambled off the couch. Ignoring the shooting pain behind his eyes. He saw Token walk into the room, "Dude what time is it? And where the hell is my phone?"
"What's got your panties in a bunch this morning?" The black boy asked with an amused smirk. He then tossed the boy on the couch his phone he had put on the charger earlier for him.
Upon seeing 12:47 displayed on his phone Craig let out a 'fuck' before he started to gather anything that was his from the floor and coffee table.
He didn't see the blond enter the room after the black boy, as he explained, "I agreed to meet Annie at Harbucks at 1." He grabbed his blue hat and threw it on his head before he started to make his way to the door.
Tweek was right, Craig didn't remember anything from last night. He knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up, and now he just watched as the raven-haired boy left the house to go on a date with a girl. The girl he probably thought Tweek was last night. The blond fought back the tears as he said his goodbyes to the two remaining boys before making his way to his parent's coffee shop.
Craig made it across town in record time. He was only 4 minutes late. He arrived out of breath and with a splitting headache, but he entered the coffee shop anyway.
He found Annie easily enough, it's hard to miss the blond curls. He greeted her with a simple "hey."
She smiled and greeted him back. She had already ordered when she arrived. "I was starting to think you changed your mind about meeting me." she said with a chuckle.
"Hey, I may be an asshole, but I'm not that big of one to leave a pretty lady all by herself." Craig knew he was no good at flirting, but he had to at least try to flatter her. And judging by the blush that covered her cheeks, it worked.
For the next hour or so after he ordered his drink, they talked and joked with one another. They agreed to do it again sometime and said goodbye.
The date went well enough for Craig, but he felt as if he was missing something. He didn't get the butterflies everyone said they got before the first date. He felt neutral the whole time they were together. Something just felt off for him, maybe it's just because they didn't really know each other before that day. But whatever it was, it wasn't bad enough for him to not agree to a second date.
And soon, the two were a couple. Craig really doesn't remember who asked who to become official, but if he had to guess it was probably Annie. When he told his parents, his father was the happiest he's ever seen him. Well, happiest since the whole yaoi incident.
His mom though, she just smiled sadly and said, "Whatever makes you happy Craig." His mom is weird like that, it's as if she can sense something is wrong, that not even he knows about.
Six months into the relationship they decided to take the next step. They'd done practically everything except sex itself. And if he is being truthful, none of it did anything for him.
Kissing never excited him and when she would blow him, he'd have to keep his eyes closed and just focus on the feeling of it, or sometimes he'd even picture it was someone else do it, otherwise he'd become soft in her mouth. And man is that embarrassing, he blamed that on the feeling of being watched by Stripe. He felt bad, Annie was doing her best to please him, and he was thinking of some faceless figure in her place.
He tended to stay away from eating her out, it just made him feel weird and uncomfortable. No matter how much it sounded like she enjoyed it, he just didn't like it and he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Craig just couldn't wrap his head around it, he liked Annie, maybe not in too much of a romantic sense, but she wasn't bad. She was nice and caring, she's pretty too, but he just couldn't figure out why he wasn't attracted to her.
He asked himself why is it that he could only take her from behind in order to stay hard enough for them both to get some enjoyment out of it? Why did he wish that her hair wasn't the long dirty blonde curls that it is, but short straight golden blonde hair?
He ignored his father's questions of how it was, he really did not want to talk to him about his problems. Their father-son relationship is weird enough as is, he doesn't need his dad to know he can't stay hard while looking at the girl.
So, he turned to the only other person he knew could help him, Token Black.
Token's always been good at giving advice and helping with the other guys with their problems. Surely, he could help Craig with his.
So that's where he found himself the night after he tried a second time with Annie. He thought maybe the first time was just a bad because he was inexperienced. But when the second time was just the same, he knew there was a problem.
And when he told this to Token, he laughed in his face. Asking "Dude, you want my help keeping your dick hard?"
"Alright, sorry I asked." the black-haired boy said as he pushed himself up off the bean bag he was sitting in. He didn't come to the black boy to be laughed at, he came for actual advice.
"Wait, wait. I'm sorry for laughing, but you have to admit it's pretty funny." The black boy said trying to hold back more laughter. "Craig Tucker, Mr. Emotionless, "walking sex God," sucks in bed." He couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, he was clutching at his stomach he was laughing so hard.
"No, Token I don't think it's very funny." Craig said as he turned to leave again.
Token saw the hurt expression that was on his usually emotionless friend's face and knew he was being a dick by laughing. "Alright, maybe it's not that funny. I'm sorry I laughed." He said as sincerely as he could, "I'll try to help as much as I can. Just... tell me how you feel about Annie."
"I guess I like her." The noiret said with a shrug.
"That doesn't really help Craig," Token let out a sigh and tried again, "how does she make you feel when you're around her?"
"What the hell does that mean?" Craig asked with his brows furrowed. He's never been someone who understands emotions, especially not this own.
"Jesus Christ, Craig." Token pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, "Does she give you butterflies when you see her? Does she brighten up your day when you talk to her? Do you make any exceptions for her that you don't for anyone else?"
"Uh, no. Not really. I feel like I do when I hang out with you and Clyde." He said as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Okay, so you don't see her as more than a friend?" The black boy questioned.
Now that Craig thought about it, he really didn't see her as more than a friend. He never had those things happen to him when he was with her. "No, I guess not."
"Alright, well that's a start." Token paused, thinking of his next question. "Does anyone make you feel like that?"
His answer was immediate, there's only ever been one person that made him feel anything different. "Tweek."
If the other boy was surprised by this, he didn't show it. He remained silent, how was he going to explain to the taller of the two that he has feelings for his best friend?
He had to put it simply for the emotionless boy. "You're gay."
"Excuse me?" Craig was not expecting that to come out of his friend's mouth. And he quite frankly did not like being told what he is or isn't. And he is defiantly not gay.
"You are. You're totally gay for Tweek." The black boy was smiling now, he's had his suspicions for a while that there was something different between Craig and Tweek and this just confirmed it. Yeah, maybe Craig doesn't know there is something else between the two of them, but that's what Token is here for, to make him realize his feelings.
Tweek came out to Token and Clyde about a month after he told Craig. And ever since then, Token has been noticing the looks he gives Craig, and the excuses to get close to him, or touch him. Knowing now that his friends both have a chance to be happy, makes him happy.
If only Craig wasn't so dense and could admit it to himself. "What the fuck Token. I am not gay. And especially not for Tweek, he's my best friend."
"Who you have feelings for." Token tried to reason. This earned him a glare and the middle finger from his friend. "Think about it Craig. You only like blondes with green eyes. Why? Because Tweek is blond with green eyes."
"Tweek does not have green eyes. One is green, the other is hazel." Of course, Tweek would have weird eyes, Tweek is a weird person.
"Exactly my point, no one else really notices the color of his eyes. And look how defensive you got, just over his eye color. Are you gonna hit me if I say his hair is weird?"
"His hair is not weird. I like it." Craig said crossing his arms. So, what if he likes Tweek's hair and knows what color his eyes are. And what does it matter if he gets a weird feeling in his stomach whenever Tweek smiles at him, or if he treats Tweek differently than he does everyone else.
Token just sat on his bed with a raised brow and a smug grin, letting his friend figure it out himself.
The realization hit Craig hard. Cause holy fuck, he is in love with his best friend. He's been in love with his best friend for who knows how long.
This goes against everything he was taught. He isn't supposed to like other boys, he supposed to be straight.
It then dawns on him, it was Tweek that he was wishing was Annie. It was his hair that he wanted Annie to have, he was the faceless person Craig pictured around his cock as he had his eyes closed.
He ran a hand through his dark hair as he slid down the wall. "Shit Token, you're right. I'm in love with him…" He put his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees, "Fuck, what am I going to do?"
"What do you mean "what am I going to do?" you're going to fucking tell him, that's what you're gonna do." the black boy said with a huff, "Now get up off your ass and go, before it's too late."
"No, I mean about my father. A-about Annie." He was starting to panic now. His father has shown his distaste for gays, especially for Tweek.
Once the news was out that Tweek was gay, no one was shocked. Everyone was very supportive and accepting of the blond, everyone except Thomas Tucker of course. "What the hell is wrong with that boy?" The man asked the day he found out, "I don't want you hanging 'round him no more, you don't need your mind any more corrupted that it already is."
Craig's response was a roll of the eyes and a sigh, "I'm not gay dad. And I'm not going to stop hanging out with Tweek just because he is."
"The hell you aren't, I am your father and you will do as I say."
"You've never had a problem with Tweek before today, and he's always been gay. Why is it different now that he's out?" Craig challenged his father, there was no way the old man was winning this argument.
"Because it just is dammit!" The ginger man's face was as red as his hair, he was pissed, Craig hit a nerve and he knew it.
Thomas hates when his kids talk back to him and don't listen, and Craig likes to exploit that anger, wants to know how far he can push his father. He likes to think of it as revenge for ending one of the best things to happen in his life.
"And if I see you with him again, you are losing the truck and your phone for three months." The crack of the tab on a beer can signaled the end of the conversation, " Now get outta my sight."
Obviously, Craig didn't listen to his father, he wasn't going to stop hanging out with Tweek, no matter what the older man said. Tweek's his best friend and Craig loves hanging out with him. One day he's always going to regret was the day Craig brought Tweek to his house, and Thomas had come home from work early. By the time the two teens arrived at the house, he was already well into his cups. Craig saw the flash of anger cross the older man's face when he saw who was standing in the doorway, he knew this wasn't going to go well. "What did I tell you boy? Keys and phone, now."
Craig didn't feel like fighting with his father in front of Tweek, so he dropped the keys and phone in his father outstretched hand. He knew he'd get them back from his mom later, he just wanted his dad to leave them alone.
As he was leading Tweek to the stairs, his father called out again. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Upstairs," was Craig's short and quick response. He didn't bother to look back at his father.
"I wasn't talking to you, boy. I was talking to the other one."
"He's going upstairs too."
He's got a mouth he can speak for himself." The older man growled. "Now, I asked where do you think you are going?"
"Leave him alone dad, you're being an ass." The black-haired boy was getting annoyed now, when his dad drinks, he becomes an even more unbearable asshole than he usually is. "Ignore him Tweek, let's go."
"Don't you talk to me that way. This is my house and you will respect me dammit." The ginger was on his feet now, his whole body facing the two teens. This caused Tweek to yelp and hide behind the bigger of the two. This made a feeling of pride swell in the boy's chest, knowing the blond knows that he will protect him, no matter what. "I told you I didn't want you hanging out with him and I meant it."
The blond was shaking as he held onto the back of the noiret's sweatshirt. Tweek has always been afraid of Craig's father, he has often described him as the tall, terrifying, and temperamental Thomas Tucker. And he's not wrong, his father does have a short temper, and he can be terrifying to most others, but growing up with him as a father, Craig is used to it. And soon enough Craig will be just as, if not taller than the man, so he no longer feels threatened by his size.
"I don't need my son hanging 'round with a faggot like him." Thomas said, pointing a finger at the boy behind Craig, "I want him out of my house, now."
The words barely left the older man's mouth before the blond was running out of the house with tears streaming down his face. He knew when he came out, that not everyone was going to be accepting of him, but it still hurts to be called that. Especially being called it by a man whose son he's grown up with, whose son he's in love with.
"You're such a fucking dick." Craig didn't care anymore what his father was going to say or how he was going react, he hated his father in that moment. He flipped him off and turned to follow the blond out the door.
Before his hand reached the knob, his father opened his mouth once more, "You go out that door, don't bother coming back." He didn't look back as he walked out, his mother would let him back in. She knows how bad his father can get at times, and she usually never agrees with her husband's rash decisions. She knows he treats their son unfairly, and when she yells at him for his behavior, the man will pout for days after, knowing he was in the wrong. He'll begrudgingly apologize later, but he'll never change.
Ever since then Craig hasn't really talked to his father, he lost any respect he had for the man. It makes his mom upset, she just wants her family to be happy, but she understands where he comes from when he says he hates his father.
His self-discovery is only going to cause more of a strife between him and his father. He doesn't want his mother to be any more upset than she already is, she deals with enough of their shit now, he can't fathom springing this on her now too.
After he left Token's, he went home and locked himself in his room. And he didn't come out for days. He missed 2 days of school, but he didn't care. When his mom asked what was wrong, he didn't answer. When his friends came knocking at his door, he didn't answer them either.
He couldn't face anyone right now. Not Token, not his mom, not Annie. And especially not Tweek.
He was the hardest to ignore, because when he knocked on the door and asked if he was alright, it sounded like he had been crying. And he probably was too, because he was probably so worried about the tall boy that he started crying. It isn't the first time the blond would worry to the point of crying. It took every bit of restraint left in Craig's body not march over to that door, pull the little blond in, and tell him everything was okay.
That he loves him.
He wanted so badly to tell that little blond how much he means to him. But he didn't, he turned his back to the door and waited until he heard light footsteps going down the stairs. Then he cried, he didn't know why he was crying, he should be happy. He finally knows what it is that has felt wrong with him for so long.
He should be confessing to Tweek right now, telling him all that's been going on. But he doesn't.
Even though Token told him to tell the blond before it's too late, he ignored it. Just like any other good advice Token gives him.
He broke up with Annie the following week. He told her that he didn't have feelings for her anymore, even though he never really did, but she doesn't need to know that. She took it well, she just kind of shrugged it off, saying she felt the same.
Now all he had to do was tell Tweek. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He kept it to himself, no one had to know. Well no one besides Token. Craig has been confiding in the dark-skinned boy since the day he went to him for advice.
Every time Craig went to him, Token would tell him the same thing, "You have to tell him before it's too late. We both know he's not going to make a move."
Craig should have listened to Token's advice. Because all too soon it was that goddamned Wednesday in October when Kenny fucking McWhoremick walked up to Tweek. His Tweek.
Craig couldn't meet those eyes that he loves so much when they looked to him for advice, he looked away. He couldn't be there when McCormick asked him out, he walked away. And he couldn't bring himself to listen when Tweek said yes.
But he watched. He saw everything, and his heart broke. He fucked up. He lost his chance.
Craig didn't know how long he stood there, just staring at the spot where the little blond stood, until Token grabbed his arm and dragged him back to his house. As soon as he heard the door to the other boy's bedroom close, he broke down.
He cried for hours that night, he didn't listen to anything Token was saying. He didn't want to hear the possibility of the date failing, because it probably wouldn't. He didn't want empty promises of it meaning nothing to the blond, because it must have meant something to him, otherwise they wouldn't have been together for the first month, or the second, or the sixth.
Every day he watched the love of his life smiling, holding hands, and laughing with another person. He became so emotionally drained that he felt numb. Nothing mattered anymore to him. He had lost Stripe a few months prior, so he had nothing left to care for. Token tried his best to cheer him up. But he just didn't care anymore, he felt like an empty shell of a person.
His mom would always ask what was wrong, she'd say "you just look so upset, and I hate seeing you like this." One particularly bad day he broke and told her everything. When he told her he was gay, she smiled at him and said "oh, I know you are baby. I've always known."
That was the first night in a very long time that Craig cried in his mother's arms. And it felt good to talk to his mom, to get this burden off his chest to someone else besides his friend. She knew there was more to tell, he can't hide anything from her. He told her about Tweek too, about how he fucked up his chances with him, how he had to watch him be happy with someone that's not him.
Laura stayed quite as her son cried, rubbing circles on his back. She's never seen him like this, her son who is usually so stoic and strong, so... broken. It hurts her to see him like this, she never wanted either of her children to feel the pains of heartbreak. But that's life, and everyone is going to have to go through it at least once in their life.
"I won't tell your father." She whispered to him as she planted a kiss to his temple.
He gave a quite 'thank you' and laid down for sleep. She brushed the hair off his forehead and gave it another kiss, "I love you Craig."
"Love you too, mom"
The display reminded her of when he son was young, she'd come in and do that exact same thing every night before bed. Oh, how she wishes times were still as simple as then.
The talk with his mom did help Craig, he could breathe a little easier knowing he doesn't have to anything hide from her anymore. But it still didn't dull the pain of seeing those two together. He never paid attention to what was going on around him, he was too focused on his blond friend.
He never paid any mind to the girls that came up to him asking for a date or for his number. He must have mumbled a response to them at some point, or they took his silence as a yes, because somehow, they got the idea that he agreed.
He never noticed when they'd sit next to him at lunch, he was too busy watching the table that was three away that held two blonds every day. More specifically, the golden-haired blond that sat at that table. He never cared that they walked out of school with him, he just focused on getting to his truck, going home, and moping around for the rest of the day.
And what was really annoying was when those girls would come up to him on a random day complaining that he didn't text them back or some shit. He's never even seen half the girls that have slapped him, he wouldn't even be able to name them. It's not like they were his type anyway, they're lacking a little in the 'junk' department.
Something that Craig has always found amusing is that all his drinking buddies, except for Cartman (who no one really invites, he just shows up), are the sons of his father's drinking buddies. Marsh, Donovan, Broflovski, Stotch, and McCormick. It wasn't often, but sometimes Token would join them, as long as Nichole was alright with it. He can only stand Stan, Kyle, Clyde, and Token, the others he could do without, but since they always meet in McWhoremick's garage, he really has no say in who shows up.
He really wishes he would stop going, but the alcohol is free, and the company is somewhat decent. It's not too bad, except on the nights when Kenny decides to complain about Tweek. Craig really hates those nights.
It's always the same. Clyde will start bragging about a girl he scored with, then he'd look at Kenny with a smug face and ask when the last time he got laid was. Kenny would usually roll his eyes and say "ha-ha, asshole, very funny." It was no secret that Kenny and Tweek hadn't had sex, he complained about it nearly every weekend the guys got together, and Clyde would bring it up.
Craig hated it when Kenny would talk about anything, they did behind closed doors, which, according to the shaggy haired blond, wasn't much. He didn't want to know that his best friend would get on his knees for the other blond. It made him feel a burning sensation inside of him that Token explained was jealousy.
Craig wanted nothing more than to punch Kenny in the face the one night when he said, "I know he's a spaz, but Jesus, would it kill him to put out once and awhile?" The two had been together for about 11 months at this point, everyone could tell Kenny was going through withdrawal. He went from sleeping with at least 4 people a week, to nothing for nearly a year.
"Don't call him that." The noiret said as he stared down at the bottle in his hand. Tweek hates being called a spaz, especially now, since he has cut back on the coffee and stopped twitching.
"He's my boyfriend, I'll call him what I want, Tucker." The parka wearing boy shot back, taking another swig of his beer.
"You're an asshole, who doesn't deserve him. He's too good for a whore like you." Craig has no filter when he's drunk, what he thinks is what he says. And he's been thinking that for a while now.
Everyone else went silent. Craig usually doesn't talk much when they get together, and to hear him now, calling Kenny a whore, this was either going to be good or bad, depending on who you ask.
"Oh, yeah? And if I don't deserve him, who does?" Crossing his arms and looking straight at Craig, Kenny raises his eyebrows, "You?"
Craig didn't answer, but he didn't need to. Kenny could see it on his face that he hit a nerve.
"Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at him, like he's a piece of meat and you're a starved dog. Or how you stare at him all throughout lunch." The dirty blond said with a cocky grin, he was going to have fun with this, "I see how jealous you get when I talk about him. Tell me Tucker, how do you imagine fucking him?"
"Fuck off McCormick." The bottle in Craig's hand was threatening to shatter with how hard he was clutching it.
"Do you think he'd even let you fuck him? He won't even let me fuck him and we've been together for nearly a year." With each word that left the poor boy's mouth, the more pissed Craig was getting, "Ya' think he's a screamer? I'm gonna love findin' out. And I'll be sure to tell ya when I do"
Kenny let out a chuckle, "You're pathetic Tucker, you know that? Do you like to think he'll just bend over and let you take him like the bitch he is?"
Bottle forgotten, the taller boy launched himself over the table that separated them, Craig was on the blond boy so fast. Nobody talks about his Tweek like that, especially not McWhoremick.
It took a moment for the others to process what was happening. The raven-haired boy got a few good hits in before Token and Clyde were grabbing and pulling him off. Struggling to hold him, the two boys almost needed the help of Stan to keep him restrained, with Craig being the biggest, not only in height, but muscle too. And he was not finished with the poor boy still laying on the floor with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Let me go Token." The tall boy growled.
"Not until you calm the fuck down."
"Did you fucking hear what he said about Tweek? Fucking asshole deserves the shit beat out of him." With another failed attempt of escaping their hold, the raven let out a huff.
"He's only doing it to piss you off and get a reaction. You just have to ignore him." Token tightened his hold, whispering to the taller boy, "You need to relax, I thought you didn't want anybody to know." Craig only grunted in response, "Well if you keep acting like this, then everyone will know."
The dark-haired boy visibly deflated after that, Token's right. He shook the two others off him and started towards the door, but before he could leave, he heard a laugh, "Stay the hell away from my boyfriend Tucker, God knows what you'd do to him if you're left unsupervised." As much as he wanted to turn back around and finish what he started, he took Token's advice and left.
He never returned for another night of drinking with them. Once it was clear he wasn't coming again, Clyde stopped going too, then Kyle and Stan. Soon it was only Cartman, Kenny and Butters that met every weekend. It didn't last long though, Cartman stopped going too after it started getting "too gay" between Kenny and Butters for his liking.
No one that was there that night talks about what happened. Either too afraid to be the next one on the receiving end of Craig's wrath, or they don't remember. Whichever it was, it was forgotten about by most of the boys, but not Craig. He remembered everything and it only fuels his hate for Kenny more.
Craig did listen to Kenny though. He started to stay away from Tweek, not so much because Kenny told him to, but because he told himself that he had to move on. So, he focused more on his studies and athletics, trying to push the small blond out of his mind. Which is easier said than done.
Everything he did made him think of the little blond. During the football season he'd see all the girls wearing his teammates jersey's on game day and wished he could see the small blond running around wearing the white, #87 jersey with 'Tucker' written on the back.
In class the more he focused and did well, the more he thought about how proud Tweek was going to be of him for getting better grades and applying himself more.
This continued for weeks, every chance he got, the little blond wormed his way back into the raven-haired boys mind, without even knowing he did so. It's hard trying to move on from a person you love. It's even harder when you've been in love with them for most of your life.
After a while Craig gave up trying to move on and just accepted it. He's madly in love with Tweek Tweak, and he's okay with it. He isn't going to be shouting it from the rooftops just yet, but he's okay with that too. He has learned to live his life longing for his best friend to return his feelings and knowing it won't be happening anytime soon.
Tweek and Kenny's one year anniversary came and went, and with it new feelings of sorrow for the raven haired boy.
When the football season ended, he wasn't upset by the fact that it was his last year playing for high school, he was upset because he'd never get to see the small blond up in the bleachers, wearing his jersey, cheering him on.
When Christmas came, he didn't go to any parties or gatherings because those are times meant to be spent with family and friends, times to be happy and he was anything but.
He watched the ball drop from his T.V. in his room with Stripe #8. He didn't want to go to Token's parent's party and run the risk of seeing them there, together.
He wasn't looking forward to his birthday this year either. He didn't want to wake up being 18 and still feeling sorry for himself. So, he told himself that he wasn't going ruin his own birthday, he's going to push all his shit aside and have at least one good day, if only for today.
His mother was the first to wish him a happy birthday, with a pile of strawberry banana pancakes that had a lit candle sticking out of it. It's not often Laura Tucker has time to make breakfast before work and school, but for today she called in to work and said she'd be coming in late. It's her baby boy's 18th birthday and she isn't going to miss seeing him this morning for the world.
Thomas Tucker on the other hand greeted his son with "you're a man now, it's time you quit moping around and get a job like a real adult." This earned the ginger man a glare and a quick swat on the arm from his wife. With a roll of the eye and a sigh he wished his son a happy birthday too.
The two men weren't quite on the best of terms yet, but they were trying, for his mom's sake. The tall teen gave a quick thanks to both his parents, more so his mother.
After he finished his breakfast, he started to make his way to the door, only to be stopped by another redhead. "Happy birthday, asshat."
"Thanks, little shit."
"Language you two!" the blonde woman yelled from the kitchen, there was no seriousness behind the words, but a chuckle instead. The Tuckers are known for two things, flipping people off, and their colorful vocabulary.
The two teens don't dislike each other, they are actually quite close. They know mostly everything about the other, since they can't turn to their father for advice, they go to each other. Tricia is a very mature 15-year-old, Craig's gotten some really good advice from her. But no matter how old, or mature she is, she is still Craig's baby sister, who has a big mouth and gets on his nerves a lot of the time.
When he came out the her a few months ago, her only comment was, "I always knew you were a cock sucker." She didn't even need to ask who he was interested in, she already knew. Much like their mother, she has a good sense for things like that.
The rest of the day passed by with little excitement, he was wished happy birthdays all day. He got a few gifts from his friends, but his favorite gift of the day came at the end of the school day. While he was at his locker putting his books away and his gifts in his bag, his favorite little blond came to him holding a gift bag. He smiled down at the boy, who smiled right back. And God, did he love that smile, how his eyes would crinkle, the dimple on his left cheek would appear, and his lips split open revealing his tiny tooth gap. He hasn't seen that smile enough in the last year. "Hey Tweek."
"H-hi Craig. Uh, here." The blond held out the bag for the taller male to take, "H-happy Birthday, I-I made it myself. Well not entirely by myself, I can't make t-shirts… Shit, now I ruined the surprise. I uh, I made the design myself. I h-hope you like it."
The raven-haired male lets out a chuckle as he takes the bag from the blond, "Thanks Tweek, I'm sure I'll love it." That made the blond's face light up even more and smile more brightly, if that was even possible. The two just stand there and share a moment of just staring into each other's eyes. Craig could get lost in those mismatched eyes, they're just so… Tweek
Their moment is ruined by a brunette wearing a too tight shirt that shows half her stomach and jeans that are so tight, if she bends over, they might rip. Craig really does not understand why girls dress like they do.
"Hey babe" she greets Craig, with a kiss on his cheek. She's holding a neatly wrapped box in her hand, for who, Craig can only guess.
He didn't see when Tweek left him with her, but he knows he's gone. He gives the girl a confused look, "Babe?"
"Who was that?" The girl asks, ignoring the questioning look she is receiving.
"Who was tha-... Who are you?"
"Ha-ha, very funny babe."
"No, seriously who are you and why do you keep calling me babe? It's weird."
"Really Craig? We've been together for the past two weeks, why wouldn't I call you babe?" She says as she wraps her arms around his waist.
"No, I really don't think we have been." Peeling her arms off him and backing away like she has the plague, "Last time I checked, I didn't have a girlfriend."
'Last time I checked I was gay.'
The girl was getting irritated now, it showed on her face, "You're not being funny Craig."
"I'm not trying to be funny. I seriously have no idea who you are. I couldn't even tell you you're name if I wanted to, which quite frankly, I don't." Judging by the pissed look now displayed on said girl's face, that was not what she wanted to hear. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to be leaving."
And he did, after barely dodging the hand that wanted to connect with his face, he booked it out of the school and to his truck.
When he got home, he was greeted by his parents getting ready for their date night tonight. He declined the invitation to go with them for his birthday, he didn't want to ruin their night by being a third wheel, and seeing his parents being flirty with each other is something he could do without. He opted to stay home and look for a job, much to his father's pleasure.
Once they left, he made his way upstairs to his room. He was greeted by the squeaking of a hungry Stripe #8. He dropped his bag by the door and made his way over to the Guinea pig's cage. Craig filled her bowl with the food stored in his closet and took her water bottle to the bathroom and filled it with water. Once he was sure she was satisfied, he made his way back to over to his school bag.
He took out the gift bag from Tweek, opening it to reveal the t-shirt the blond was talking about. Craig's breath caught in his throat as he saw the design on the front. There was the NASA logo surrounded by guinea pigs in space helmets, but not just any guinea pigs. No, they were his guinea pigs. All of his past 7 Stripes and Stripe #8.
He isn't one to usually get emotional over things like this, but he could feel the tears pricking at the sides of his eyelids. And what tied it all together was the little T.T. signed in the bottom left corner of the picture. The shirt is just as perfect as the boy who designed it.
The raven-haired boy wasted no time taking off his current shirt and replacing it with his new favorite. This is by far the best gift he's received today, way better than the gift card from Clyde, or the tickets to a Broncos game from Token.
After cleaning up the bag and putting his discarded shirt in the dirty laundry basket, he plopped himself down on his bed and pulled out his laptop, starting his job hunting. He clicked on the T.V. as background noise, he hated sitting in silence.
He was so submerged in job hunting that he didn't hear the front door open and close, or the footsteps climbing the stairs and coming to a stop in front of his door. He didn't hear when his door opened or when his favorite blond stepped in. Only when his door shut did he look up. He wasn't surprised to find Tweek standing there, the smaller boy has done this before, showed up unannounced and let himself in.
But what did surprise him was when they met eyes and the little blond wrapped his arms around himself and started to cry. Craig's only thoughts were to comfort his love, so he tossed the blankets off himself, laptop and job hunting forgotten.
Craig pulled the blond into his chest, burying one hand into the blond hair he loved so much and resting the other hand on his back, rubbing small circles to hopefully comfort him, much like his mom does when he's upset. "What's wrong Tweek?"
"It's over." Craig pulled back a little to look at the blond's face, he wasn't sure what he meant by that and before he could get the words out the blond was speaking again, "Kenny, h-he was cheating on me. A-and I was, I was there, and Butters opened the door. And, and it's over Craig. I-I broke up with him, but I'm not really that sad, but, it just, it still hurts. Ya know?"
No, Craig doesn't know, he's pissed. Tweek doesn't deserve that, he deserves to be happy, to be loved, not tossed to the side for some asshole like Butters. Squeezing the smaller boy tighter to his chest, Craig hopes to show him how much he means to him. "That asshole. I'm gonna beat his fucking ass."
"NO!, No. Craig it's okay, really." The blond quickly told him, "I knew he was cheating on me, it wasn't that hard to tell. But I'm happy it's over I can stop pretending."
Craig is really confused now, "Stop pretending what?"
"Stop pretending I'm happy." If Craig wasn't holding him so close, he would have missed what he said.
"Why are you not happy?" The first thing Craig thought after he asked was, that son of a bitch McCormick was hurting his Tweek. "Did he hurt you? I swear if he ever hit you, he's a dead man."
"No, it-it's nothing like that." The smaller boy in his arms buries his face back into his chest and mumbles something.
"Tweek… You know I can't understand you when you do that." Craig looks down at the top of the blond's head, "Look at me," he orders.
And Tweek does, locking eyes with him, he says "Because he's not you."
Craig repeated that to himself, it was not an answer Craig was expecting, it threw him off. Of course, McCormick is not him, he wouldn't want to be anything like that asshole. The only thing he can do is ask, "What the hell do you mean by that Tweek?"
The next thing the raven-haired male knows is he's being pulled down to the blond's height by the strings on his favorite hat. The only thing he can process is Tweek's lips on his.
It's like his mind is on autopilot. He pulls Tweek closer to him, kissing him harder. He takes a couple steps, backing the small blond up against the door. His hands find their way down to the back of the blond's jean-clad thighs, lifting him up so Craig doesn't have to bend down so far, he's 6'3 while Tweek is only 5'5.
He feels the younger boys' legs wrap themselves around his middle, then his arms around his neck. He never wants to be anywhere else than where he is right now.
The black-haired male's tongue brushes against his love's bottom lip, asking him to open up. The blond obliges almost immediately, letting out a small moan as their tongues meet.
Tweek's the first one to pull back for a breath, but that doesn't stop the taller male's assault. He buries his face in the crook of the blond's neck, kissing, sucking, biting. Marking all over him. And when Craig finds that one spot, Tweek can't help but moan out in approval.
As good as it feels, Tweek wants the noiret's lips back on his own. He makes a noise in the back of his throat that resembles a whine, causing the taller male to lift his head. Reconnecting their lips, Craig wastes no time invading the blond's mouth with his tongue again. Craig's never been the biggest fan of coffee, but he can't get enough of it in this moment.
There are no words spoken, they've both wanted this for so long, nothing is going to ruin it now. Not McCormick, not Craig's father, not the strange girls claiming to be Craig's girlfriend.
Craig's hand finds its way up the coffee lovers' shirt, exploring the pale skin hidden underneath. When his thumb brushes over a nipple, Tweek let out a shaky breath, the word "bed" falling from his lips. Understanding what he wants, Craig wastes no time lifting the blond from the door and carrying him over to the bed. Their lips never leaving each other's.