Craig gulped making his mouth even dryer, eyes focusing on the scrunched-up face lying beside him. Whenever he sensed Tweek was panicking he usually gave him a rare smile or said something supportive but it was never anything physical, Craig wasn't that kind of guy. Tweek couldn't look at him, he still thought the taller one was going to get up and leave and never want anything to do with him, he let out a squeak. There was even more awkward tension in the chilly room than before they both hid under the covers, he cracked open one eye to check that he wasn't about to get five fingers across his face. As he opened his other eye his cheeks flushed bright red as he noticed Craig was looking straight at him, not with the piercing glare he usually wore but a softer expression that made him melt into the sheets. After a few moments, had passed, the hand that was swallowed in yellow began to trace around the twitching skull, the slender fingers hidden in swamps of hair. A wave of warmth washed over the two it was a mixture of relief and lust, all these years of keeping a distance lead up to this moment. The fingers brushed over a dent in the small skull and an unpleasant memory played in Craig's head…
They were both nine, watching red racer on the neglected sofa that Tweek's parents never used (due to them always being in the shop). Tweek had just finished off his seventh cup of coffee that day and went into the kitchen to brew another one, Craig was getting pissed off because he just wanted to watch TV with him and he kept on getting coffee. The two had just started to hang out with each other which meant Craig didn't understand how serious Tweeks addiction was and Tweek didn't know how easily Craig could get wound up and be an unintentional ass-hole basically. "Oi!" the stubborn kid shouted from the doorway causing Tweek to jump, his mug shattering on the ground and the scalding hot coffee made a searing pool around the shaking feet "SHIT!" he screamed. "Jesus fucking christ calm down" Craig laughed it off as he strolled over to him. "you ass hole ow-ow! Fuck" He jumped forward to hit the laughing boy but instead got shoved backwards. In a matter of seconds, he slipped backwards, head slamming into the edge of the kitchen surface.
The hand quickly moved behind Tweeks brown speckled ear as the owner cringed at the image of Tweek screaming in a pool of coffee and blood. The blonde took a deep exhale, goosebumps shivered down his body when the large cold hand cupped his wobbly jaw and ear. A pair of small hands slowly began to trail up Craig's blue hoodie and fiddled with the two strings around the hood as he was too nervous to touch his pasty skin. Craig felt the other guys warm breath float over his neck, making him more desperate for him, making him pull gently with his hand so his head could lie right next to him. Tweek repeatedly screamed at himself to not fuck this moment up, don't make any stupid noises or shake any more than he was. All he could do was let out more shaky breaths into his 6 year crushes neck in anticipation and anxiety. "Tweek.." Craig monotonely whispered, practically on Tweeks mouth "y-y-yeh man?" he replied with a squeak, eyes forgetting that there was anything else in the room other than the deep grey eyes right in front of him. "you're an idiot", before Tweek could insult him back Craigs lips flew into his. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was hard and desperate, Craig didn't care as his impulsiveness took over. Theirs heads rushed, closing their eyes in paradise or a second. The hand left Tweeks face to let them both breath. Tweek looked at Craig wild eyed, his heart felt like it was trying to escape his tight ribcage, he was used to this anxious rushing but it felt good this time "gah-h" he gasped out, cracking a small smile while his hands got braver and moved up from the hoodie to the neck, feeling an Adams apple bobbing. Craig didn't even regret it, he was such a dumb ass for not doing it sooner, he didn't care that he forced the kiss, he had finally scratched that fucking itch. Tweek shifted across the bed so he was body to body and face to face with him and he wrapped his free arm over Craigs shoulder and pecked him on the cheek "you're a twat" he argued back.
Tweek only really thought of doing old couple things with Craig over the years, like taking over his parents 'coffee' shop, owning a cat together, holding hands for themselves and not a group of girls at school, listening to the morning radio in bed while he enjoyed his morning fix although Craig would be asleep at 5am. His mind was too hectic to do or imagine sexual shit, it didn't mean he wound'nt be open to it, he just wanted to think about calm things… nice and calm to calm his head down otherwise it got too much and his head would hit whatever was in front of him.
Craig however was full of sexual angst, of course he didn't just want to pound his ass and leave it at that because firstly, if Tweek didn't want to do that kind of thing he was sure some good porn and his hand could figure out a compromise and also, he did really like Tweek otherwise he wouldn't be best friends with him, he loved his jitters and his stutter just added to it. He especially savoured the moments when they watched the stars when they laid outside on the lawn together, or when Tweek would share his plasters with him and his small hands would nurse his cuts, soppy shit like that.
The edges of Craig's emotionless mouth perked up slightly, all it took was that, he had been oblivious to Tweeks feelings all his life and it turns out he likes him back… fuck he had wasted so much time debating and holding himself back. His lips met Tweeks again, again and again practically eating him alive and the smaller one couldn't keep up with the messy kisses that were hitting him. Tweek's body began to twitch out of excitement, already bitten to bloodied lips quivering trying to match the others movements as both of his scrawny arms hooked around Craig's neck pulling him as close as he could. A jumper interrupted Tweek as he went in for another kiss, the jumper was tossed onto the floor, he half hoped Tweek would take his dull shirt off too so he could see his rapidly panting chest. Craig watched the big brown eyes gaze up his bare chest and flicker back up to him "fuck" he exhaled and pulled Tweek up so he could sit on his stomach, glad he was so light. Tweek pulled the duvet that had fallen back over them, this was all happening so fast for him, Craig took his jumper off so now he had to take his shirt off, right? Oh no that was too much pressure. He was uncomfortable with his chest, in-fact his whole body for that matter, he was picked on for being small for a start, he was scrawny as fuck which is so embarrassing and he was scattered with scars either self-inflicted or accidental. The male on the bottom looked up, he noticed over the years that Tweek never wanted to go to the pool, change for gym or any public situation where he had to take his clothes, even just his shirt. Of course, Craig had seen him shirtless when he got changed round his house or something and he knew it made Tweek uncomfortable. Craig didn't care about his own scars, to him they were like trophies from his fights but he also knew it was completely the opposite for the timid blonde. "Craig", he snapped out of thought and focused back on the shaking soul sitting on his boney abdomen "yeah?" Tweek tried not to look at Craig's bruises so he wouldn't worry himself but there wasn't much space for him to put his hands that wasn't a battle scar so he fiddled with the hem of his coffee stained charcoal Tee instead. "I-I've l-l-iked you for like a dead long time and an-" Being the impatient brat he was, he abruptly yanked Tweek down by the collar of his shirt so he could taste his lips once more. The feeling of the wet tongue made Tweek giggle, it felt like an eel trying to get back into water and the water was his mouth. He allowed it to pass through his lips and his eyes shot open, it felt so strange but sensual, his own tongue began to gain a mind of its own and slapped against the other pierced tongue. Steamy breaths were exchanged as their lips roughly met at clashing angles, the jittery hands settled on Craig's sharp collar bones so he could gain some balance as his shirt was still being roughly tugged and pulled in whatever direction Craig wanted his mouth to be in. Tweek tried to hide an embarrassing gasp, the eel darted down to his neck brushing every crevice with persistently strong licks and jabs, getting yellow tufts mixed into the saliva coating his trembling neck. A sweet spot was hit in the crook of his neck, a muffled "gah!" came from the fluff ball whose face was buried in sharp edge of the crook of Craig's neck and the pillow, cringing at his searing cheeks and girly gasps. The craving driven teen bit, sucked and licked whatever he could get his mouth on, still keeping him pulled down with his stretched shirt collar with his other large hand keeping a grip on his waist with two fingers through the loop on the hem of his skinny jeans.
They carried on steadily for at least another hour. Craig reigned himself in from his natural urge to dry hump, hair pull and anything he could think of to make that spaz scream for him, of course he did he was a horny teenager. Considering Tweek's first and only kiss was from a drunken Kenny and his explosive panic attacks, Craig didn't want to add any more pressure into his life, he was the only person Tweek could trust and he wasn't going to fuck that up. The canary kid felt kind of relived when Craig rolled off from over him, neither had barely take one full breath this whole time, his whole neck was red raw along and stinging with spit. "fuck" Craig panted while pulling his hat correctly back on his head, taking a lustful glance over at Tweek who looked like a monster truck had ran over his neck, he thought it was sexy and was very proud of himself anyhow.
He would get up and have a smoke out of the window again but this moment was too good to disturb, Tweek was his. A hint of a smile spread across his face, pulling his quivering companion over his chest to cover from the cold….