A/N: Here we go again! :3 It only takes me a month to write some shit like this.

Disclaimer: South park = not mine

"C-craig?" Tweek asked, peering me behind his long lashes. We were in my room. He sat on my bed and I was standing on the doorway. The room was dark. Only the dim light of lamp posts illuminated the room through window.

" Cr-craig?" he asked again. His voice, shy and gentle, music for my ears.
" Yeah?" I answered, my voice sounding raspy and thick, filled with something I didn't recognise right away.

Only when my feet carried me towards Tweek I realized that it was lust in my voice. That didn't stop me. I sat on my bed, next to him. We didn't share another word, just stared each other.

My brains refused to work normally, they didn't seem to register even half of the thing around me. I only could see clearly Tweek. Like there were no room for other things.

And then, without thinking any longer, I just leaned closer. There were no hesitation - I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his. He twitched gently, but didn't lean away. We stayed moment like that, leaning on each other, lips pressed lightly together.

But then Tweeks arms clenched around my shoulders and his fingers find their way to my hair, tangling there and pulling me closer.

I deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around his slender waist. Our lips moved together. first gently, testing and tasting, then more bolder, hungrily. I let my hands pet his sides, fingers drawing small circles on his back.

Our lips stayed together like glued, only parting for short times, allowing us to breathe. Thought it wasn't oxygen that I needed at the moment. The world had gone silent around us. There wasn't anything else, only Tweek and I. Or it felt like that. Maybe my brains had shut down completely...

I dared to swept my tongue against Tweek's lips. Tweek's lips parted slightly and I slid my tongue in. Slowly I mapped caverns of his mouth, letting my tongue taste his flavor. I slid my tongue over his, daring him to move it with mine. Shyly Tweek let his tongue slide against mine. I let him push it against my lips and in my mouth, tasting shyly around.

Tweek tucked my hairs and leaned backwards, pulling me on top of him. Our lips remained hungrily over each other, never parting. I moved my arms around him, supporting my weight on them. My legs found their place between Tweek's.

The room seemed to get hotter, even the air was heavier. I panted and I could feel my heart bouncing against my rib cage. And I was well aware of certain heat on my lower regions.

Thought Tweek didn't seem to mind. He pulled me to towards him, making me lower my body against his. I could feel his heat, movements, everything under let out little whimper and his fingers pulled my hairs...

And suddenly it all was gone.

I sat upwards, letting out a gasp.

A dream? - yeah, just a fucking dream.

I leaned my forehead on my hands, trying to catch my breath. The dream have left me with a sweaty skin and a racing erection.

And soon I founded the reason I had woke up in first place. My mom was shouting me name from downstairs. I could tell she was getting annoyed with my lack of answer. So I hurried to shout a raspy what? to her before she decided to come to my room.

" Get up! Your friend is here!" she shouted and I could hear foot steps on downstairs.

I could almost feel blood freezing in my veins. I had invited Tweek over yesterday. And with quite huge probability he was standing on door at the moment - while I was still having hard on after having dream about him.

Lovely - just lovely. Fuck my life.

" Let him in! I'm taking a shower!" I shouted and leaped off my bed. I grabbed my towel from my chair and collected first clean-looking clothes with me. Then I practically flew to the bathroom.

After taking care my little problem I dressed hurriedly in those clothes I brought: worn out baggy jeans and black T-shirt. Gladly they were clean and didn't smell too much. Then I hanged the towel on my shoulders - I didn't bother to dry my hairs all that much - and left the bathroom.

I stopped on my track when I got to my room's door: Tweek was sitting on the edge of my bed and his eyes were glued to me.

Without my permission, my mouth has dropped little bit open and I needed to swallow lump in my throat. And I was well aware, that I was staring at him.

So, before it could get any weirder, I pulled the towel over my head and make an attempt to dry my hair, hiding under the fabric.

" Hi", I greeted him casually as I could and took seat next to him.

" Ahg, god! I'm sorry I did come so early! I didn't know you were still sleeping", Tweek get straight to the rambling as I pulled the towel off.

I let him go on for a moment.

It was oddly relaxing to listen his mindless blabbering. Maybe because when you listen him, you can honestly say that there's someone with worse brain damages than you.

" Tweek, chill, it's okay", I told and flipped him off. That silenced him.

I stood up and fished my hat on my head. After so many years of using it, it was like a habit to wear it. It was almost weird to not have it.

" I wanna eat something", I let Tweek know and signaled him to follow me. At the moment, I didn't want to be on my room - memory of my dream was still strongly on my mind. And certainly, sitting alone in my bed with Tweek didn't help.

I leaded us to the kitchen and pointed the coffee maker: " You know what to do."
Tweek nodded and get to work. When Tweek was here - at my house - he knew that he had a permission to use coffee maker as much as he desired. And I could say, he was the one who drink most of this house's coffees. Not that I really cared, I wasn't that much coffee's friend.

While Tweek worked with coffee, I pulled out supplies that I needed for a sandwich. Carelessly I piled all the stuff on the bread and grabbed the juice from a fridge. I took my spot on the table and started stuffing the sandwich down my throat.

Smell of coffee had filled the room, it speared around and find it way to my nostrils. Tweek moved to sit with me. He pressed the coffee mug to his lips, almost dreamily.

Somehow the moment was perfectly calm, peaceful. I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy the calmness and the smell of coffee.

This, this moment, was something I wanted to last forever. Almost dream like moment, with only I and Tweek on it. I wouldn't complain if I couldn't get him every way I wanted, if we could just... be. Like this.

But as much I knew myself, it was probably a lie. I would not just be satisfied with this. I have done that mistake so many times - asking for more, not being satisfied with what I had. I knew that I would do it again if I get the change.

But in other way, getting the change was very unlikely. So I didn't have anything to screw up. At least now. Maybe later, but hey, never liked plans anyway.

I had him at least as my friend. And I could settle with that. At least for a moment.

Stripe squeaked happily when I threw my room's door open. My little pet had smelled carrots that I had got to him. Old guinea pig whooped excitedly and make a few laps around his cage. I gave him his snacks and reached to pet his furry head.

After giving little attention Stripe, I snatched my room's TV remote and put the TV on. Then the poor remote flew somewhere close enough the TV.

" By the way, what are you gonna do this Christmas break?" Tweek asked as I handed over my game consoles controller. I collapsed on my bed and pressed start-button. The game came alive and the theme song started.

" I dunno. Mum thinks it would be wonderful to spent Christmas with relatives", I said, making pained face, " She thinks we should all - aunts, uncles, cousins etc. - go to the my grandparents summer-house and have massive Christmas party there. Fucked up idea. Thought, they all seem to think it's brilliant"

" you're not gonna be home at Christmas? What 'bout New Year?" Tweek asked, sounding little bit worried.

" Don't worry, I won't miss that. Mum need to chain me down if she want's me to sit home while you guys are partying", I assured grinning. Our gang - or my gang, whatever - celebrate the New Year together. Token's parents always got loads of fireworks and we spent the whole night sending them to the dark sky. And of course, fireworks weren't only thing that we got: what kind of party it would be without alcohol?

Tweek smiled, relieved.

I felt little stung of bride in my chest. I knew, that I was the one who Tweek trusted most: the one who he clings when there was too much pressure. And surely, fireworks were always huge healt risk: always change for accidents and injures. So Tweek needed someone to make sure he would make it alive to the next year.

My grin grew wider and I turned my attention back to the TV screen where my character got killed.