The Lost Boys

by craigtrash

A story about friendship, love, and kicking ass. As a super hero, Kenny has a duty to himself to keep the world safe for those he loves. It's hard enough being a super hero, but what happens when he falls in love with not only his best friend, but his best friend's boyfriend? A Creekenny fic.

2. Part II Craig's Awakening

Part II. Craig's Awakening

Growing up means dealing with a lot of changes. Changes to your body, changes to what people expect of you as a person, and for Craig Tucker, changes to his thoughts on his own sexuality. It started around the time he was sixteen, about two years after Kenny and Karen had moved in with his family. Besides having to get used to sharing a room with someone else, the two McCormick kids seemed to blend into their family almost seamlessly. He and Kenny still had their own friends; Kenny liked to spend time with Stan and Kyle, and Craig spent a lot of his time with Clyde, Token, and Jimmy. They had their own lives, but through the years, they became an essential part of each other's existence. Kenny started opening up more to Craig about his dad, and Craig was always more carefree around Kenny than he was with anyone else. They brought out the best in each other.

The first time Craig ever questioned his sexuality was after a very vivid dream. He was with Kenny doing homework in their room as they usually did on a typical school night, when Kenny suddenly pushed all of their books of the bed and started kissing him roughly. Kenny's hands roamed all over his body, pushing his shirt up and letting his fingers glide across his nipples then back down his torso. Right as Kenny was about to reach down to unbutton Craig's jeans, Craig woke with a start and shot up from his bed. He was breathing heavily and he felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck. It was still dark out, but the light from the window illuminated Kenny who was currently snoring softly on the other side of the room. Craig whole body shivered as he tried to calm down from his dream. It all seemed so real. He felt like he could still feel the ghost touch of one of Kenny's hands running through his hair while the other pushed up his shirt, his fingers brushing against his stomach. Craig sighed and tried to clear his mind of those dangerous images.

He tried to explain away the dream to himself. He spent a lot of time with Kenny in very close quarters, of course he would have dreams about him. Sharing a room with him also meant that he didn't get any personal alone time and was forced to jack-off in the shower so of course he would be sexually frustrated. The more he tried to explain it, it still didn't erase the fact that he never seemed to ever have any interest for any of the girls in town either.

After that dream he started to notice things that he hadn't noticed before, not just about Kenny, but other boys in general. He was in the locker room after football practice on afternoon and couldn't help but watch some of the other boys. He noticed the way the muscles in their back moved when they were taking off their shirts and how how sharp some of their jawlines were when they bantered with each other while they threw their gear in their lockers and got ready to shower showering.

Even with all of these situations, it still took time before Craig truly accepted that he might not be straight. He tried looking at girls in the way he looked at the boys in the locker room. He tried to appreciate the smooth curves of their bodies or how their silky hair flowed down their back. Still nothing. He tried kissing a few girls at parties, but every time all he could think about was how their lip gloss made his lips feel sticky after and how their perfume was always overwhelmingly sweet. As hard as he tried to be into them, he was left feeling unsatisfied and defeated.

It wasn't that Craig felt gross about being attracted other boys. He didn't ever understand why other people cared what people did in their own bedrooms or who they chose to spend their lives with. If it didn't affect him, why should his opinion even matter? Unfortunately, not everyone thought the way he did. Even though it didn't affect them, a lot of people have very strong opinions about gay people. Even if they didn't go around harassing them or threatening violence, there was always small things they would do or say to make their real opinions show. Microaggressions, if you will.

He thought of his dad and his friends drinking beers together and watching the game. If someone gave a bad throw or fumbled the ball, they would yell at the screen and someone would call them a 'faggot' or a 'girl'. When any of the guys on his own football team showed any form of kindness to another boy, he would be told to stop being 'queer' or a 'gaywad'. Sometimes it's just ignorance bred by more ignorance, but it was impossible to see the distinction.

If Craig was being totally honest, the opinions of the people at school or the rest of the town didn't matter all that much to him. He was pretty passive about people in general and could easily ignore a lot of things, and if that didn't work he always knew how to throw one hell of a left hook. The one thing that scared him though, almost more than his dad finding out, was Kenny's opinion of him changing. Kenny didn't seem like he would care about anyone else's sexuality as he was always openly making explicit sexual comments himself, but Kenny had become such an important person in his life that he was scared of losing him.

It was weeks after making the realization that he wasn't straight that he decided he needed to tell someone. He and Kenny were in the bathroom brushing their teeth before bed when Craig finally felt like he had enough nerve to finally do it. He looked over at Kenny who had toothpaste foam all around his mouth and was humming softly to himself. Craig spat his toothpaste into the sink and looked over at the blonde. "Hey, Ken?"

Kenny wiped the toothpaste foam on the back of his hand and spat the remaining toothpaste out of his mouth. "What's up?" he asked.

Craig was usually in control of his nerves. He didn't let stressful situations to affect him. For some reason, even though Kenny was the person he was closest to, he felt his palms sweat and his stomach felt like it was tied up in knots. He swallowed the lump in the back of his throat and took a deep breath through his nose before turning directly to the other boy. "I have something that I've wanted to tell you for a bit now."

"You're pregnant?" Kenny gushed. "Oh congratulations, Craig! Have you felt it kick yet? Do you have any names picked out?" Kenny dropped on his knees and placed a kiss to Craig's stomach.

Craig pushed Kenny away from him which caused him to go into a fit of giggles. Craig glared at him with as much intensity as he could muster and Kenny eventually calmed down and sat on the edge of the tub. "Okay, okay," he said. "I'm sorry. What's up, buddy?"

Craig let out a deep breath and decided it was now or never. "I think I'm gay."

He didn't want to look Kenny in the eyes. If for whatever reason this was going to change how Kenny thought of him, if it was going to change how they were together as friends, Craig wanted to live in ignorant bliss for as long as possible. "Oh," Kenny said after only a beat of silence. "That's it? You scared me for a second. I thought you were going to tell me you're dying."

Craig looked over at Kenny and his eyebrows furrowed. "You mean you don't care?"

Kenny jumped up from his spot and chuckled softly. "Nah, dude," he said. "I've made out with a dude myself once or twice. I can definitely see what the fuss is all about."

"Who the hell have you kissed?" Craig questioned. He and Kenny were usually pretty open to each other. Kenny loved to talk about all the different people he's made out with at a party or behind the bleachers in the gym. Not once did he ever mention making out with another boy which Craig knew was something he would remember.

"Well, I'm not one to kiss and tell." Craig rolled his eyes and scoffed. "But I've played tonsil hockey with Butters a couple times." It wasn't surprising at all that Butters might be into boys, but he was surprised that Kenny was the one who possibly coaxed it out of him. Kenny walked up to Craig, placed his hands on his shoulders, and placed a kiss on his forehead. "I'm really proud of you, Craig. Thanks for trusting me enough to tell me."

If someone asked if the feeling of Kenny's lips against his skin made Craig's entire body feel like it was on fire, he would deny it.

When Craig and Kenny graduated from high school less than two years later, Craig's parents set them down to talk to them. For years, they both have expressed interest in moving to Denver together. They both had no interest in staying in the small town and become alcoholics like most other people. Kenny wanted to escape the history he had with the town. Everyone here knew his business and he wanted a fresh start. Craig hated pretty much everyone there and wanted a chance to expand his horizons and maybe actually date for real. Craig ended up getting into the University of Denver with a full-ride academic scholarship and Kenny beat all of the odds against him and received an academic scholarship as well. Craig was really proud of him. It took a lot of effort and self-motivation on Kenny's part to get his grades caught up after years of not being able to concentrate during his home life. He sought the help he knew he needed so he was able to succeed. With both of them having their tuition taken care of, Craig's parents made a very generous deal with them.

"Okay boys," Laura started. "We want to let you know how proud we are of both of you. You both have grown into such good boys and your friendship really seemed to have brought the best out of both of you. We won't lie, we were nervous about this time in your lives since we have only been saving for two kids to go to college and now we were possibly responsible for four. You both have have exceeded our hopes for you and now that there isn't such a financial burden, we have a proposition for you both."

Craig and Kenny looked at each other, both not quite sure where this was all going.

"Since we don't have to worry about tuition, we're going to give you the money we have saved to help you pay for an apartment for both of you and any other living expenses you might have," Thomas filled in. Both Craig and Kenny's mouth dropped. They always talked about living in Denver together, but this was more than they expected. They assumed they would share a dorm room even smaller than the one they shared at home but now it seems like they will have their own place. "You need to understand this isn't a handout," Thomas continued. "We still expect you to be responsible and not mess around and get in trouble. We want your grades to be maintained at the level we know you're both capable of. Do you boys think you will be able to handle that kind of responsibility?"

Before Craig could even think about responding, Kenny launched himself into Thomas' arms and hugged the man closely. Craig knew deep down his dad was a loving man. He had a tough exterior but he cared deeply for his family and for the past few years, Kenny had become family. Craig had multiple conversations with Kenny about how this was the first time he really experienced a real feeling of family in his entire life. Even though his dad didn't express as much as his mother did about how she considered Karen and Kenny as more than foster kids, he knew that his dad had a big soft spot for both McCormick children. Thomas patted Kenny's back and smiled as the blonde boy squeezed him tightly. Craig also stepped forward and hugged his mom. "Thank you both so much," Kenny said. "You've already given me so much and this is just, wow."

It was cool how Kenny clearly felt like this was his family. They were barely more than acquaintances a few years ago. They occasionally would hang out in large groups but were never close as they are now. He was glad he found Kenny at Starks Pond all those years ago. How different his life would be if he hadn't. I guess some things happen for a reason.

Living in Denver was an adjustment. Craig was so used to small town life that Denver seemed like he was swimming in an endless sea of people. He was really glad that he had Kenny by his side so it definitely made the transition easier. Kenny had always been a social butterfly and flourish at personal interaction. He loved Denver, loved the mass amounts of people and opportunities. People flocked to Kenny almost right away, the first day of classes Kenny came home with a stack of numbers, both from men and women. Craig would be jealous if he didn't know that he would always come first for Kenny. Not that he had a reason to be jealous anyway, that is.

Craig really liked his classes. He was finally learning about things he wanted to learn about and around people who wanted to be there. Of course, he still had to take a few general classes that didn't have anything to do with his major. South Park's AP programs were limited, so while he was able to knock a few out before he arrived at college, there were still a few he was going to have to suffer through. They were tedious at best, but there was one class in particular that was incredibly hard to try and concentrate in.

It was a Psych 101 class, one of the more interesting classes he had to take to get his generals done but there was just one problem Craig was having. There was a blonde boy who sat in the front of the class that was annoyingly beautiful. His hair was messy, but it always looked like it would be soft to the touch. He wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses that he would occasionally have to slip back up his nose while he was taking notes. He would always chew on the eraser of his pencil when he was concentrating on anything particularly hard. He also always had a large thermos of what he assumed was coffee that he would sip on between writing down notes. His presence was menacing and Craig felt like a creep with how religiously he enjoyed watching the boy.

Thankfully, fate seemed to have better plans than just having an infatuation with the mysterious blonde boy. One day he was leaving one of his classes when he walked directly into someone, making the other person's paper flying all over. Craig looked down to see the blonde boy picking up his fallen papers. Craig crouched down and helped him pick up the rest of the scattered sheets. "I'm so sorry, dude," he said as he handed the stack of papers over to him. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

The boy pushed his glasses up his nose as they both stood up and bit down on his lower lip. "It's okay," he said. "I guess I wasn't really looking where I was going either."

"You're in my Psych class," Craig blurted out. Very subtle, Craig.

"Oh," the boy said. "That's right. I feel like I recognize that hat." The boy reached out and tugged gently at the ear flaps of his hat.

Now that Craig was actually up close to the boy, he realized that he was even more beautiful face-to-face. He had light freckles scattered his cheeks and nose. He could also see the soft shade of green eyes he had that were hidden behind his glasses. Craig was definitely fucked.

"I'm Tweek," the boy said as he reached his free hand out for Craig to shake.

"I'm Craig."

The next day they had Psych 101, Tweek came up to Craig and sat down next to him. "Good morning," he said. "Is it okay if I sit next to you?"

Craig could not have been more delighted but he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible. "Yeah, man, of course it's okay."

They talked for a bit before class started, Tweek sipping away at his coffee, but as soon as their professor started the lecture, Tweek became focused and furiously started writing down notes. As much as he enjoyed that Tweek decided to sit with him, it was a bit harder to stare at him all class and he was forced to actually pay attention for once.

At the end of the hour, Tweek stood up and looked over at Craig with that damn bottom lip tucked under his teeth. "Hey," he started. "So, my roommate invited me to a party this weekend. He's a pledge for some fraternity or something and I have a hard time saying no to people so I said yes. But um, it's not really my scene so I was wondering if you wanted to come with me? If not it's totally fine, I understand, I just thought-"

Tweek was obviously rambling out of nerves so Craig put his hand on his elbow to hopefully calm him down a bit. "I'd love to."

The blonde visibly relaxed and smiled at Craig. "Awesome," he said. "Let's, um, exchange numbers and I can text you the details or whatever." They exchanged phones so they could type their numbers in and when Tweek handed back his phone, he say that he entered his name was 'Tweek' with the glasses face emoji. Craig bit back a smile as he walked to his next class. Yep, definitely fucked.

Once settling in Denver and figuring out his classes, Kenny had decided to continue his work as Mysterion. Craig had sat down and had multiple talks with him how this wasn't South Park and he had to be especially careful now that they were in a larger city. Kenny knew the risks and took his role very seriously as a vigilante. Even if Karen wasn't here, he still felt the need to serve and protect. Craig was actually really proud of his commitment. He also knew that his crime fighting couldn't interfere with his schooling so he had to cut back on the action to once during the school week (when the next day he didn't have class until 3pm) and on the weekends. Kenny was going out as Mysterion the night of the party which meant Craig had no one to calm his nerves. He kept looking at himself in the mirror like his reflection was going to change in the three minutes since the last time he checked. Craig didn't really date in high school because he was in the closet. Not that this was a date, but this was also the first time Craig felt attracted to since...Kenny. He definitely didn't want to open that door again.

Tweek was going to meet up with him outside of the frat house so they didn't have to try and find each other in what was probably going to be pure chaos. When he arrived, Craig didn't see Tweek right away so he started walking back and forth on the street in front of the house to hopefully calm his nerves. Craig needed to relax. He wasn't used to being this high strung and nervous. It was weird.

After about five minutes, he heard his name being shouted and the sound of footsteps walking briskly towards them. "Hey!" Tweek said. "Sorry I'm late. Would it be lame if I said I couldn't figure out what to wear?"

Tweek was wearing a olive green flannel shirt with a pair of the tightest pair of skinny jeans that Craig thinks he's ever seen. His hair was just was untamed as it usually was but his glasses were nowhere to be seen. Craig wet his lips with his tongue and shook his head. "No, that's not lame at all. You look good, dude." The blonde bit down on his lower lip and Craig felt like God was seriously testing him.

The party was pretty much just as lame as he expected it would be. A lot of obnoxious douchebags slurping down beer like it was their job and not caring if it spilled on them or anywhere else for that matter. The floors were sticky and the smell of Axe Body Spray was overwhelming. He met Tweek's roommate and he kind of felt bad for the other boy. They clearly had nothing in common, even with the limited knowledge he had about Tweek. The roommate was wearing sunglasses even though they were inside and wore a sleeveless shirt that looked like someone just ripped a giant hole in the side. He also was clearly a big fan of the fist bump.

The only real good thing about parties like these is that they contained a lot of free booze. Craig grabbed a couple of bottles of beer from the kitchen and they went to find a place that wasn't crowded with someone throwing up. He tried handing Tweek one of the bottles but the boy shook his head and held up a bottle of water he must have brought with him. "I'm not really much of a drinker."

He and Tweek were wallflowers that night, not really leaving their spot the whole time they were there. They sipped from their bottles and giggled as they opened up about themselves. Craig told him about growing up in South Park and Tweek talked about the small town he was from. They shared some of the same experiences growing up, many different ones but it was really nice to get to know more about the boy that he had been infatuated with.

"He's a nice enough guy," Tweek explained as his roommate ended up walking by and gave them another round of fist bumps. "He's gone a lot for his pledge stuff so I get the room to myself a lot. Although he never does his laundry and it just piles up on his side of the room. I would have liked to not have a roommate so I could study more easily but my sponsor thought this would be good for me for such a big life transition."

"Sponsor?"

Tweek's face dropped and his hand went to the back of his neck and started rubbing it nervously. "Y-yeah," he said. "My NA sponsor."

"NA?" Craig questioned.

"N-narcotics Anoynmous."

Craig looked at Tweek and he could see a general shift in the boy's body language. "Are you an addict?" He wasn't judging Tweek, in the shitty town he grew up in it was unusual if someone didn't grow up to be an addict of some kind. The boy standing across from him seemed to have his life together, always so focused in class. Plus, he was so young. He could tell Tweek was uncomfortable, so he reached out and placed a hand on Tweek's elbow and waited for him to look at him. "I'm sorry if I made this uncomfortable," he said. "But I'm not judging you for being in recovery, Tweek. I promise."

Tweek nodded his head. "It's just that I don't typically tell people, you know? I don't want their opinion of me to change just because of my past."

Craig ran his hand up and down Tweek's bicep in what he hoped was a soothing manor. "I still think you're pretty cool."

Thankfully, Tweek let out a barking laugh and he smiled at Craig. "Thanks, Craig."

After that initial hiccup, they continued to talk about different things while ignoring the rest of the world. With the shouts of the party-goers and the thumping music, they had their faces practically touching as they talked to each other. They were so close that Craig could see every small detail of Tweek's face, like the bow shape of the blonde's top lip or that he had a cluster of three freckles under his left eye that made a little triangle. He was so close that he felt Tweek's breath wash against his face as he spoke and it was more intoxicating that the beer in his hand ever could be. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to know if his hair was as soft as it looked. He wanted him.

"I really want to kiss you," Craig blurted. He wanted to blame the alcohol, but he only had the one beer so that was a crummy excuse. Tweek apparently just made him incredibly stupid.

Tweek giggled into the back of his hand and bit down on his lip again. "Very subtle," he teased. "But I accept your offer. You want to get out of here?" Craig could do nothing but nod his head and follow Tweek out of the house. Like he said, Tweek made him stupid. They decided to go back to Craig's place since it was closer and Kenny was probably not going to be home anytime soon. They walked in silence pretty much the whole ten minute walk back to Craig's apartment but they held hands as they walked. Craig was nervous, he was excited, he was overjoyed, he was a million emotions all rolled up into one big ball of anxiety.

With shaky hands, Craig opened the door. As soon as he shut it behind him, he was pushed back against the wood and felt Tweek's lips against his. He let out a gasp of surprise but reacted almost instantly to Tweek's advances. It was everything he knew it would be and more. His hands slid up and finally got to feel Tweek's hair between his fingers as he ran his hands across his scalp. After a few moments, the blonde stepped back and covered his mouth with his hand. "Oh my god," he said, his breath coming out in small pants. "I-I am so sorry. I usually wouldn't jump someone like that. I don't know what got into me. Oh Jesus."

Craig laces his fingers through the hair on the back of Tweek's neck and chuckled. "I am so attracted to you," he stated. "I've wanted to kiss since I first saw you chewing on your pencil eraser in class. You don't know what you do to me."

Tweek gripped at the top of Craig's sweatshirt and pulled him back in for another kiss. The eventually kicked their shoes off and made their way into the living room. Craig pulled Tweek down with him on the couch so the other boy was straddling his lap. Apparently Tweek didn't just bite his own lip; he liked to bite other's lips as well. Whenever Craig tried to pull away for a gasp of air, Tweek would bite down on his lower lip and tug him back in. For as shy and innocent as he may seem while in class, Tweek was definitely not acting shy in this moment. Craig had never felt the amount of want or need as he did in that moment. His hands went from Tweek's neck, down his spine to where his back curved to his ass. As tempted as he was, he didn't want to break any boundaries and instead let a hand slip under Tweek's flannel. His fingers ran across the blonde's heated skin, feeling each dip and curve of his spine as his hand moved up and down his back. Tweek shuddered slightly at the contact and before he knew it the blonde ripped his hat from his head and ran his hands up his neck.

A moan slipped from his mouth before he could stop it and Tweek's fingers tightened their grip in his hair. "Jesus," Tweek said as he pulled away just enough so he could speak. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know," Craig said between gasps for breaths. "I was hoping you knew."

They both broke out laughing, their lips still grazing each other as they did. Craig didn't think he'd ever feel this comfortable around someone in such an intimate way. If this was going to go further, this was technically going to be Craig's first time doing something sexual with another person. Not that he was willing to broadcast that to Tweek right now. They weren't strangers, but they had only just starting to get to know each other but here they were, out of breath from kissing but still able to laugh and be comfortable with one another.

Tweek kissed the corner of Craig's lips and murmured something Craig couldn't understand.

"What was that?" he asked.

Tweek groaned and placed his forehead against Craig's shoulder. "I- I think I want-I want to s-suck your dick."

Craig's head was spinning. "You-you think? Are you unsure?"

"No," Tweek said. "I've just-I've never actually done it before. God, that's so embarrassing."

Craig kissed him and gently rubbed his back. "Do you want to know a secret? I haven't either. Ever."

Tweek smiled at Craig before he he started to lift up Craig's shirt. He tried to help him get it off the best he could, but Craig's hands were shaky from his own nerves. Tweek's fingers made their way to the button on Craig's pants and he eventually was able to get them undone. Craig kicked them off and he was left in just his boxers. He licked his lips as he anxiously waited for Tweek to make his next move. After a moment of hesitation, Tweek started to roll Craig's boxers down his thighs, letting Craig's very attentive dick spring break and slap gently against his belly. This was the first time that Craig was ever exposed like this to another person and he hoped that he wasn't disappointing.

Tweek looked down at him but didn't say anything at first. He seemed to be examining Craig's dick which made Craig a bit squirmy. After a few moments of silence, Tweek finally said, "Well, that's definitely a dick."

The tension, that had just been so thick, seemed to vanish at the other boy's comment and Craig let out a deep laugh. Here he was, completely naked except for his socks in front of the boy he has been obsessing with for weeks, and he was laughing. "Oh god," Tweek groaned as he crossed his arms over his eyes. "I am the worst dirty talker in the entire world. Jesus, I can't believe I said that."

"Hey," Craig said. "Come on. It's not that bad. We'll work on the dirty talk." He didn't want to think about the possible implications of his own words too much. Tweek hadn't even touched him yet so he didn't want to scare him off by implying there might be a second time.

Tweek looked up at him with his big, green, doe-eyes and smiled at him. "Okay," he said as he started to unbutton his shirt. As his shirt fell from his shoulders, Craig finally got a look at Tweek's milky white skin. Just like his cheeks, Craig could see that Tweek had freckles scattered across his shoulders and down his arms. Craig wanted to learn where every freckle lay on his body and trace the constellations he found on his skin. Tweek had a little pocket of chub over his belly and Craig didn't think he'd ever seen anything as perfect. With one more nervous bite to his lip, Tweek finally reached forward and wrapped his long fingers around Craig's shaft.

Craig gasped and let his eyes fall shut for a moment as he relaxed into Tweek's touch. It felt so much better than his own hand, even though Tweek's movements were still very tentative and unsure. He peeked down at Tweek from beneath his lashes as the blonde licked his lips and started to lower his head down so it was covering right above his crotch. He saw Tweek's pink tongue slowly peek out and lick the underside of his cock.

"Shit," Craig hissed. He bit down on his lower lip and pushed his bangs from his eyes. Tweek was clearly taking his time exploring his dick, giving small kitten licks all around as if he was seeing if his frenulum was going to taste different than the skin around the base. Eventually, after a few moments of what Craig could only explain as sweet, sexual torture, Tweek finally took him into his mouth.

The inside of Tweek's mouth was overwhelmingly warm and wet. The way the blonde's tongue felt rubbing against his sensitive skin while also feeling the ridges of the top of his mouth was a sensation he couldn't explain. The other boy choked and spluttered a bit, but also insisted that he was fine and went back to try and take more of Craig down his throat.

The bobbing of Tweek's head were awkward and unskilled, but Craig was in heaven. He reached his hand forward and let his hands slide through the boy's blonde hair. Tweek hummed softly as Craig's fingers ran across his scalp which caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot across his entire body. He let out a shuttering breath and tapped Tweek's shoulder to get his attention. "Tweek, Tweek, Tweek," he said with a breathless voice. "I need you to stop."

Tweek licked his lips as he pulled his mouth away from Craig's dick and gave him a puzzled look. "Did-did I do something wrong? I wasn't using my teeth was I?"

Craig laughed breathlessly and shook his head. "No, dude," he said. "It just feels really good and I don't want to come yet. I want to be able to touch you, too."

Tweek smiled coyly and slowly stood up. Craig sat up a bit so he could let his hands slide across Tweek's exposed skin. The other boy smiled as he stepped between Craig's opened legs as Craig reached down and started to unbutton the blonde's jeans. As good as Tweek looked in the tight denim, Craig was more interested in seeing what he looked like with them pooled around his ankles. After a bit of struggle trying to get them down his legs, eventually Tweek was standing in just his boxers, his dick tenting the fabric. Craig wanted what was beneath. He pulled and elastic band over his hips and let the last piece of clothing to fall to the floor.

Tweek's dick was different than his own and definitely not in a bad way. One of the most instantly noticeable ones was that Tweek was not circumcised like he was. His foreskin enveloped around the head of his dick and Craig was intrigued by it.

"Well?" Tweek asked nervously.

"Well, that's definitely a dick." Craig replied. Tweek gently smacked Craig's shoulder which only caused him to chuckle. Craig reached out and gently folded the foreskin back to reveal the very pink tip of Tweek's dick. He ran his thumb over the bead of precum that was gathered at the slit which caused Tweek to let out a high-pitched moan. "Come here," he said. "I want to try something."

He guided the blonde so he was straddling his lap. Craig licked the palm of his hand and reached down to wrap his hand around both of their dicks. They each let out a sharp breath of air as their sensitive slid together. The friction was almost too much but not enough at the same time. Tweek's hands gripped at Craig's shoulders and he pressed their foreheads together. Tweek was letting out little whines and moans as Craig continued to work their dicks together, only breaking to re-wet his palm.

Craig was in a haze. He didn't even know how he kept his hand moving. He knew his orgasm was drawing near and if he continued there would be no way of stopping it. He leaned forward and kissed Tweek's lips which made the other boy moan and melt against Craig. "Do you want me to stop?" Craig asked in between kisses.

"Don't you fucking dare," Tweek replied breathlessly. "I'm so close."

That was initative for Craig to quicken the pace of his hand. He never wanted anything in his life than to see what Tweek looked like as his orgasm rolled through him and he wanted to be the one to bring him there. It didn't take long. They were both worked up from the excitement of each other and all of the feelings they were experiencing for the first time. Craig felt the all-too-familiar feeling of his impending orgasm, and with one more look at Tweek with his head thrown back and his bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth, Craig came. Hard. So hard that he almost missed the way Tweek's back arched and his face screwed up as he too reached his orgasm half a moment later.

Craig felt spent as his orgasm ended and he slumped back on the couch. Tweek's body also slumped forward so he was pressed against Craig. As they caught their breath, Craig rubbed one of his hands up and down Tweek's spine while Tweek pressed kisses against his collarbone. Craig's body may have felt like jello, but this was the happiest he remembered feeling in a while.

"We're covered in cum," Tweek said, finally breaking the silence. Craig belted out laughing and Tweek looked up and giggled as well. Craig leaned forward and placed a quick peck to Tweek's lips before maneuvering the boy off of him so he could go get a wet rag to clean them both off. Tweek was stretched out on the couch when he got back from retrieving the rag with his eyes closed and smile on his face. Craig cleaned him off before sneaking into his room to discard the rag into the hamper and to grab the sheet from his bed. He wasn't sure if Tweek was fully asleep, but he looked too peaceful to disturb to bring him to his bed. He carefully crawled onto the couch and thankfully Tweek seemed to be awake enough to curl his body around Craig's so they could both fit.

Craig was still a bit in disbelief about the train of events that led him to having Tweek falling asleep in his arms after bringing them both to an intense orgasm, but he wasn't one to complain. He wasn't sure what was going to happen after this night, if it was going to make things awkward or if he and Tweek would see each other again. He could only hope for the latter. Craig let out a yawn before kissing the top of Tweek's head and slipping into sleep.

"Oh. My. God."

Craig woke up in a disoriented haze. He first noticed that Tweek was sleeping soundly on top of him which made him so happy that he almost didn't comprehend that Kenny was staring down at them looking way too smug for this early in the morning. Tweek rubbed his cheek against the dip of Craig's collarbone and didn't seem to have been disturbed by Kenny quite yet. He wished he was in an ignorant state like Tweek right now because he knew Kenny was going to let him have it.

"Did my little Craig get laid last night?" he questioned in an obnoxiously chipper voice.

"Shut the fuck up, Kenny," he grumbled, trying his hardest not to wake Tweek. The sleeping blonde boy shifted slightly and Craig held his breath hoping he wasn't going to wake.

Unfortunately, Craig must have pissed someone off in a past life because Tweek let out a small yawn and slowly opened his eyes. He looked over at Craig and gave him a tired smile before leaning in to kiss him. He must have caught Kenny out of the corner of his eye because before their lips met, Tweek yelled and pulled the sheet that was covering them up to his chin.

"Goddamn it, Ken," he said. "Would you get the hell out of here?"

"Not until you introduce me to your mystery boy here."

Craig let out a long, annoyed sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kenny, Tweek. Tweek, this is my obnoxious roommate, Kenny."

"N-nice to meet you," Tweek replied from behind the sheet.

Kenny smirked which made Craig uneasy. "It is a pleasure to meet you, mon cher," Kenny said. "I would say I'm sorry to meet you under these circumstances, but I'd be lying."

Craig groaned and pointed towards Kenny's room. "Leave. Now."

Kenny raised his hands up in surrender and started walking down the hallway. Of course, he couldn't make his exit until he thrusted his hips and made many lewd gestures in their direction. Thankfully, only Craig saw before Kenny disappeared to his room. Both boys on the couch sighed in relief.

"I'm so sorry about him," Craig said. "I love Kenny, but he loves to bust my chops and he's the biggest flirt I know."

Tweek chuckled and sat up from his spot on top of Craig and stretched out his arms. "It's okay," he said. "It was embarrassing and probably the most awkward way I could have met your roommate, but he seems like a nice guy."

Not long after, they decided it was best if they got dressed. They gathered all of their clothes that were scattered across the floor until they were mostly looking presentable. Tweek unfortunately had to go because he had to attend one of his weekly NA meetings, and Craig didn't want to admit how much he didn't want him to leave. They lingered in the doorway for longer than they needed, just staring at each other and smiling. Craig decided to take the leap and ask what has been itching at the back of his mind before they even fell asleep. "Will I see you again?"

Tweek seemed to contemplate his decision for a second before giggling softly. "Of course you'll see me," he said. Tweek stood up on his tip toes and kissed Craig's morning chapped lips. Craig's arms found their way around Tweek's neck and let himself get lost in the feeling of Tweek's kiss. They eventually had to pull away, but before Tweek turned to walk away, he made Craig promise to text him later. Of course, Craig agreed. As if he had any other choice at all. As soon as Tweek was out of sight, Craig closed the door and leaned back against the heavy wood. These blonde boys will be the death of him.