NOTE: Warning for implied sexual content, talks of sex, underage drinking, and mentions of marijuana!
The hospital released Craig a week after the incident, ordering him to not go to school for two more days. Craig didn't know what to do his first day home, everything still hurting as he tried to relax. The house was too quiet and after playing video games for two hours, he was already bored. He looked outside, watching as flurries fluttered down from the sky. He sighed, standing up to tug on his high-top sneakers and jacket. He needed to walk, move, anything really. After doing nothing but lay still and relax for a week, he was ready to move around. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, frowning. His right eye was still a little swollen and very bruised because of the fracture, his left eye only bruised underneath by the cut from the hockey puck. Both his bottom and upper lip were split, the cuts starting to heal already. He had a gash that, thankfully, didn't need stitches on his right eyebrow from Charlie's ring (he knew he'd have a scar there). His hands and knuckles were bruised still, the cuts on them healing nicely. He grunted at his reflection before tugging his chullo on over his ears, grabbing his keys and wallet. He walked outside, turning to lock the door behind him. He started heading towards town, liking the way his warm skin prickled from the cold February air. He looked around, noticing how peaceful South Park was at eleven thirty on a Monday afternoon. Everyone was at work or school, the only people out and about being mothers and fathers that didn't work or the elderly. Once in town, he found himself outside the drug store, deciding to wander in. He always enjoyed the drug store, the atmosphere somewhat…comforting to him. He wandered up and down the aisles, his hands shoved into his pockets. He knelt down in front of the face mask sheets, knowing Tricia usually likes them. She's been really shaken up over the past week, visiting Craig everyday immediately after school with Tweek to bring him the school work he missed. He wanted to do something nice for her. She's been so stressed over him. He picked one up, furrowing his brows. Craig had no idea what they did, or what the difference between moisturizing and hydrating was, but he grabbed four different masks before standing up. He continued to wander up and down the aisles, backtracking as he passed the condoms. He shrugged before grabbing a box and a bottle of lube, continuing on his way. He decided to grab a sports magazine, a can of RedBull, and a bag of beef jerky before heading to the register. He plopped everything onto the counter, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.
"Pack of cigs." He murmured, handing the clerk is ID. The clerk looked at him, smirking.
"Quite the face ya got, kid." Craig licked his lips, realizing they were dry. He threw a chapstick into his pile.
"Yup." He wasn't really up for small talk.
"Need a lighter?" She asked, her eyes dancing over Craig.
"Nope." Can I just get my cigarettes?
"You're really only eighteen?" He nodded slowly, gritting his teeth.
"Yeah."
"Don't talk much I take it."
"Uh-huh." She smirked, taking his debit card to swipe it. She handed it back after scribbling on his receipt. She slid his bag over to him slowly, making sure their hands brushed as she handed it to him.
"Have a nice day." She purred, giving a small wave. Craig gave a nod, rolling his eyes as he turned his back to her. She was cute, but he was in no way interested (obviously). Once outside, he put his card away and put his wallet back in his pocket before tearing the plastic off the box of cigarettes. He pulled one out, flicking his lighter to life and taking in a deep breath. He hasn't had a cigarette in over a week, and boy did it relax his tense muscles. He sighed as he exhaled, looking at his receipt. He realized she scribbled her number down on the bottom, a small chuckle escaping his lips around the cigarette. He threw the recipe in the trash along with the plastic, starting his walk home. The snow was getting progressively more intense, the cigarette warming him up as he walked. He rummaged in the bag for his RedBull, popping the tab on it as he turned onto his block. The metal was so cold-too cold-against his bare hands. He swore to himself, fumbling with the keys as he reached his house. Once inside, he shut the door, wiping the snow off his shoes as he set the can down on the table. He smashed his cigarette into the ash tray that sat on the coffee table, plopping back down on the couch. He sipped at the RedBull, flipping through the magazine. The silence was…deafening. He hated it. He groaned, setting the can down and tossing the magazine on the table. He tugged his phone out, texting Tweek.
Tweek.
Tweek I am dying.
I am so BORED!
He felt his phone buzz ten minutes later, scrambling to look at it.
You're not missing anything at school. They had an assembly on what to do when a stranger enters the building.
They have that after a stranger enters the building?!
That's South Park administration for you.
Craig snorted, walking up to his room with his bag of goodies. He tossed it on the floor, plopping onto his bed as he typed.
What should I do? I already took a walk and had a drug store clerk try and woo me.
How'd that go for them? Did they succeed.
She did not succeed, no. It must've been the condoms and beef jerky that set her over the edge.
Please don't talk about condoms at twelve forty in the afternoon. I'm too horny for this.
Craig raised an eyebrow, a smirk crawling across his face.
Oh, is that right?
Well, aren't you?! It's been like…ten days and I haven't even seen your dick.
He had a point.
You have a point.
Did you buy lube, too?
Duh.
Man, I love it when you talk dirty to me.
Craig let out a laugh.
Yeah? What if I rolled around in mud before we had sex next time?
Yeah, that's hot.
He wasn't sure why this was so fun to him, but Craig loved the playful banter.
What if I didn't shower?
Oh, that's really dirty.
Didn't shower and didn't wash my clothes?
Keep talking, handsome.
Craig thought for a moment, kicking his legs in the air as he rolled onto his stomach.
Didn't shower, didn't wash my clothes, and didn't brush my teeth.
YES!
Craig snorted, a stupid grin on his face. Tweek always knew how to make him feel better. He
sent a picture of the face mask sheets to Tweek.
Do you wanna hang with Tricia and I tonight? She likes these things and I figured she could use some company. She's been really…upset over everything.
Tweek texted back about a half hour later, Craig assuming he was in class.
Sure! Yeah, she's talked to me a lot on our rides to the hospital. She's really shaken up over everything.
Craig bit his lip.
Had a feeling. Come over after school! Maybe we can break in that fresh box.
I'm going to fucking kill you if you mention sex one more time before I see you.
Love you enjoy the rest of your day!
Love you too, dingus!
Craig spent the next two hours playing video games again, looking up only when the door open. Tricia walked in, rushing over to toss her arms around Craig. He winced slightly, but the pain was bearable. He smiled as Tweek came around the corner of the couch, kissing his head as he sat down.
"Well, isn't this a lovely surprise." Tweek grinned as he laid his head on his shoulder.
"You did say to come over. I just drove Tricia home." He murmured, running his thumb over Craig's wrist. Tricia looked up at Craig, that look of fear still in her eyes.
"How-how was your day, Craig?" She asked, trying to get as close as possible to her brother. Craig kissed her forehead.
"It was boring, but I made the most of it," He said, rubbing her back. He hates that she feels this way. He hates that his fucking uncle had this much control over her, and he wasn't even a free man anymore. Unfortunately for them, Cartman was a free man. The police gave him probation for conspiring to harm another person, but he was suspended for two months (at this point, the administration was too lazy to expel him with only four months of school left). He gave her side a squeeze. "Hey, why don't you get your homework done so we can hang out later? I got those face mask sheet things you like. Figured you could show me how to use them?" His heart swelled as he watched her face light up, her red hair bouncing as she nodded.
"Yeah! Sounds good, Craig!" She kissed his cheek, rushing upstairs. Craig quickly turned his attention to Tweek, tugging him so he fell with him as he laid on the couch. The blonde yelped, falling forward. He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across Craig's chest.
"You know, you're really dramatic." Craig gasped, his hand flying to his chest in mock hurt.
"That hurts." Tweek snorted.
"My point exactly." Craig chuckled, smirking at Tweek,
"So…you mentioned something about breaking in that box…?" Tweek's cheeks turned a dark red as he smacked Craig's chest playfully,
"Jesus Christ, you're very forward." He murmured, pressing their lips together. It didn't take long before Craig was putty under Tweek's body, his boyfriend squirming under him.
"Can-can we g-go to my room?" He choked out, Tweek trying to memorize the way Craig sounded when he was incredibly horny and not in control of his emotions. Tweek hummed, thinking a moment.
"Oh, alright. I su-" Tweek let out a yell of surprise as Craig tossed him over his shoulder, laughing as he rushed up the steps. Craig locked the door behind him (just in case Tricia decided to pay a visit), dropping Tweek onto the bed. He watched as Craig rummaged through his bag from the drugstore, tossing the condoms and lube onto the bed. Tweek tore the plastic off, yelping as Craig tugged at his shirt. "Ya know, I was the one complaining about being horny earlier and suddenly you're the one who's all needy and-fuck." He breathed out, closing his eyes as Craig started kissing and nipping at his neck.
"Is that a problem?" Tweek shivered under him, a lazy grin crawling across his face as their hips pressed together.
"Oh, not at all."
Tweek hasn't seen Craig without the bandages on his chest yet. That is, until now (well, he saw it during sex, but he wasn't really paying attention to the bruises and cuts at the time). He propped himself up on his elbow, running his fingertips lightly over the marks. He watched as he shivered slightly, his eyes fluttering shut. Tweek watched him for a moment, humming.
"Do they still hurt?" He whispered, his eyes fixed on Craig's face. He nodded slowly.
"It isn't as bad though. It's…just a dull, annoying pain. Annoying because it's still there." Tweek nodded again, tucking a leg between Craig's and laying his head in the crook of his neck. He listened to Craig's breathing, swallowing hard.
"I'm…I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry, Tweek?"
"I-I'm sorry I let this happen…" He jumped as Craig's hand met his back (they were cold), rubbing up and down the length of his spine gently.
"We've talked about this, honey. This isn't your fault." He whispered, burying his face into Tweek's hair. The blonde sighed, gripping at Craig's side.
"I…I know but…I can't help but feel like it is…"
"It isn't. There's no way it is. It's literally impossible for this to be your fault, okay?" His words were just like the ones his mom and dad have been telling him all week, but they still didn't convince Tweek. He nodded, done thinking about it for right now. He felt Craig move, looking up to see him propped on his elbow now. "You're a terrible liar." Tweek blinked, blushing.
"What do you-"
"Stop thinking about him." Tweek shivered, looking down. He was embarrassed Craig saw through him so easily.
"I-I can't…he's all I can see at night when I sleep. My-my fucking anxiety has been so bad."
"My uncle is a piece of shit, okay? You need to relax," Craig stood abruptly, Tweek watching him dig through the plastic bag again. He pulled the face sheets out, walking back over. "So why don't we go have a little relaxation with my sister? Take you mind off of things." Tweek couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. He sighed, getting up as he shrugged.
"What the hell." He murmured, tugging one of Craig's sweatshirts on over his head. He tugged a dresser drawer open, tugging on his boxers before stealing a pair of Craig's sweatpants. He looked over at Craig, his eyebrow raised.
"You're just…stealing my clothes? While I'm right here?"
"Please, I'm not going to be able to relax in jeans in a button up." Craig was silent for a moment.
"Fair enough," They walked down the hall to Tricia's room, Craig knocking lightly on the door. "Tric, it's us!" He called, the door flinging open. Tricia was already in comfy clothes, her long hair pulled up into two low buns. She grinned, grabbing their wrists.
"So, what masks did you get?" Craig pulled them out of his sweatshirt pocket, laying them out for her.
"I don't know what they do, but I liked them because I assume they look like animal faces because of the animal on the package." Tricia nodded, thinking a moment.
"Well, Craig, you need the brightening one because your face…well, look at it," Craig flipped her off, Tricia naturally responding to it as she turned back to the remaining three masks after handing Craig one. "Tweek…hmm…maybe moisturizing. The air is dry," She tossed one to Tweek before turning back to the remaining two. "And I'll do hydrating!"
"Isn't moisturizing and hydrating the same thing?" Craig asked, sitting on the floor. She snorted, ripping open his mask packaging.
"No, silly. They're clearly different. Otherwise, they wouldn't make them two separate masks."
"Ooo, she got you there." Tweek hummed, placing his feet in Craig's lap as he stretched his legs out. He laughed as Craig punched the bottom of his foot.
"Here, hold still. Let me know if it hurts any of your cuts." Tricia said, placing the mask on Craig's face. He winced, the cold sheet stinging his open wounds. It quickly subsided thankfully, Craig letting himself relax as he picked up the discarded package.
"Wait, there's a panda on the cover."
"Yeah, you look like a panda right now." Tweek laughed, handing Craig his phone. Craig grinned as he looked at himself.
"Sweet."
"Okay, Tweek's turn!" Tricia grinned, kneeling in front of him. Tweek looked at Craig after the mask was applied, his making him look like a lion.
"Somehow this seems fitting." Tweek said, looking at his reflection in his phone.
"Is it because of your hair?"
"Oh, one hundred percent." Tweek snorted, looking at Tricia. She looked like a pig.
"My true form." She laughed, sitting with them on the floor.
"Hey, I'm the pig, remember?" Craig kicked her lightly on the leg, making her laugh.
"I'm the pig because I'm a glutton for punishment."
"Why do you say that?" Tweek asked, grabbing a pillow to rest his elbow on. Tricia frowned, looking down.
"I uh…Ike and I were almost caught by Sheila yesterday." Craig blinked.
"Go on…"
"We…we were making out and…she knocked and I barely wrapped a blanket around me before she came in."
"You were naked?!"
"Topless."
"Mmm, rookie mistake," Tweek chimed, laying his head on the pillow now. He hummed as Craig lightly ran his hand up and down his legs. "See, making out can quickly turn to other things. So, unless you want it to turn to other things, you have to keep your clothes on."
"Well it was going to turn into…other things. He had his hand down my pants when she knocked. Plus, she still doesn't know we're dating!" Craig tried not to make a face, Tweek noticing his discomfort. He smirked, pressing on.
"How far have you two gone?"
"Everything but sex. But-but that's soon!" Tricia blinked, looking at Tweek. "Wait, you bottom." Tweek's cheeks turned a dark red, his eyes wide.
"U-Uh…uh-huh," He choked out, shooting a glare towards Craig. His boyfriend shrugged, shooting him an apologetic smile. "I-Craig told-told you?"
"Yeah! So…does…does it hurt? I asked Craig and he didn't know. He told me what he read online, but it's the same shit I read." Tweek thought a moment, carefully choosing his words.
"Well…obviously what I feel will be very different from what you feel, considering the, uh, circumstances of how we…have sex," Tricia nodded slowly. "But…it honestly makes you feel closer than ever to whoever you're with…you…I mean, Christ, they're inside of you. But…feeling them against you and-and hearing them breath it…it's comforting and relaxing and it feels…amazing. Yes, there will always be a little pain at first, for me at least, but…don't let that fear deter you if this is something you really want, Tricia…just…be safe! Don't be ashamed for wanting sex, it's natural. It's supposed to feel good and-and it can be…messy! But-but that makes it fun! And you want to have sex with someone you can have fun with. It shouldn't strictly be business. You don't fuck someone and then there's no talking between you two during or-or no laughing. It-you want to be able to fumble around and have fun together instead of feeling uncomfortable if your body makes a weird sound. Learn together! I…that's how I feel, at least." Craig looked at Tweek in awe, Tricia as well. She looked as if she just found the newest testament. She smiled softly.
"Is that…how you feel about my brother?" Craig blinked, a blush crawling onto his ears. Tweek hummed, looking at him.
"I wouldn't have said all those things if I didn't feel that way towards him."
The first few days back to school for Craig were…weird. It felt weird sitting at their lunch table knowing the last time he was there he had the shit beaten out of him. The air in their friend group was still tense, so they decided that weekend that they needed to hang out and have some fun. Stan offered up his basement for the occasion, telling everyone Friday at lunch to bring their choice of alcohol. Craig was very thankful he wasn't on any pain medications. He really needed a drink after the past few weeks he's had. He knocked on Stan's door at eight thirty, Randy opening the door with a beer in his hand. His face twisted up.
"Jesus Christ, Stan was right about your face."
"…nice to see you too, Mr. Marsh."
"Randy, kid. They're in the basement…here, you deserve this." He thrusted his beer into his hands as he walked past, Craig raising an eyebrow.
"It's…half empty."
"Well…shit, c'mere," He followed Randy into the kitchen, setting the half empty beer on the counter. "What did you bring over?" Craig blinked, not used to an adult knowing about their drinking habits.
"Uh…rum. Rum and some coke." He heard Randy whistle, tugging two bottles of beer out of the fridge. He slid them over to Craig.
"That's good, good choice," He said, picking up his beer that Craig set down. He hummed, scrunching his nose up. "Well…I won't keep you. Have fun!" He called over his shoulder as he walked back into the living room.
"Uh…yeah, thanks. And, uh, thanks for the beer…" Craig shook his head to refocus, walking down the steps into the basement. The scent of alcohol and weed filled his nostrils, Kyle, Stan, Token, Clyde, Kenny, Wendy, and Tweek already in the basement. Stan looked up, scrunching his nose.
"You ran into my dad, didn't you?" He motioned to the beers in Craig's hands. Craig snorted.
"Yeah, he tried to give me the last half of his beer." He plopped down next to Tweek and Wendy, kissing his cheek as he tugged his rum and coke out. He also pulled a cigarette out, unable to smoke weed since he gets randomly drug tested during hockey season. Tweek slumped against him, giggling.
"You're late." He's high.
"You're high."
"Not that high! Not-not like Bebe's party!" He snickered, running his fingers through Craig's hair. They looked up as the basement door opened, Heidi and Bebe helping Jimmy down the steps. Kyle and Clyde stood to greet them at the bottom of the steps, giving their respective spouse a kiss.
"W-wow f-f-fellas, none f-for me?!" Jimmy teased, laughing as Kyle and Clyde each kissed a cheek before they all joined the circle. Craig took a long swig of his drink, needing to feel numb. Everything was hurting from the bitter cold, his skin dry and irritated from the cuts and air. Tweek wrapped his arms around him, climbing into his lap as he giggled. It was weird seeing so many couples in the basement, the only people without a partner being Jimmy, Kenny, and Token. They didn't seem to mind though, finding comfort in their friends regardless. After about a half an hour, Craig was comfortably drunk, his face buried in the crook of Tweek's neck.
"Hey-hey guys, guess what?" Kyle said, giggling into his hands. "Craig-Craig kissed me a few weeks ago."
"What?!" Stan laughed, a grin on his face.
"Y-yeah! He was-he was so drunk. He thought-he thought I was Tweek!" He giggled. Craig grinned in the crook of Tweek's neck, looking up at Kyle.
"What, do-do you want to kiss again, Broflovski?!" He teased, Tweek moving off his lap with a giggle.
"I wouldn't be opposed!" He laughed, crawling over to Craig.
"Do it!" Token and Kenny said at the same time, falling backwards as they laughed. Craig grabbed Kyle's face, grinning as he pressed their lips together. They tasted like the cheap beer Randy has and marijuana. Tequila started playing in the background as they kissed, Craig finding the obnoxiously catchy song perfect for the events that were about to happen. As he pulled away, Kyle grinned as he moved back to his seat.
"I-I wanna kiss Kyle, too!" Tweek giggled, rushing over to the curly haired boy. Kyle yelped as Tweek tumbled onto him, pressing their lips together.
"I've-I've always wanted to kiss Heidi!" Kenny said, crawling over to kiss her.
"C'mere, Token!" Wendy squealed, crawling over to kiss him.
"J-Jimmy!" Clyde yelled, tilting his head to kiss the boy next to him. Craig grabbed Stan, pressing their lips together. Bebe crawled over to them, giggling as she tried to press all three of their lips together. Tweek grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pressing his lips to hers as they both giggled. Stan fell backwards with Craig, grins on their faces as they laughed. Stan yelped as Heidi grabbed his wrist, tugging him into a kiss. Craig crawled over, grabbing Wendy and pressing his lips to hers. It went on for what felt like an hour, everyone taking turns kissing each other. Some shirts were lost, Kenny even losing his pants. It felt good to kiss. Craig felt good. His bisexual heart hurt because it was so full that night.
They woke in the morning in various parts of the basement. Wendy was on top of Stan on the couch, their shirts somewhere in the mess of clothing. Token was spooning Kenny, who was spooning Jimmy. Bebe was curled into Clyde's side, his arm draped over her to hold her closer. Kyle and Heidi fell asleep on the pile of clothes, her face buried in his neck. Wendy was the first to move, groaning at the splitting headache. She shook Stan awake, looking around.
"Wake up, babe." She murmured, kissing his cheek as she stood. She stepped over the three boys spooning, making her way to the clothes pile. She knelt down, shaking Kyle and Heidi awake while Stan kicked Kenny's foot.
"Fuck, wake up, dudes." He grumbled, stretching his arms above his head. Kenny grunted, untangling himself from the two boys he was sandwiched between. He looked around, blinking as he realized two people were missing.
"Where are Tweek and Craig?" He grumbled, everyone looking around.
"They…they were here…right?" Kyle groaned, patting his morning hair down. They all jumped as a loud thud echoed through the basement, the sound coming from the closet. Stan blinked, walking over and tugging it open. Craig tumbled out, still half asleep as Tweek fell on top of him. They were both in their underwear, ties wrapped around their foreheads (they found them in the closet). Craig had lipstick all over him, and in return, the lipstick was smeared on Tweek's lips.
"Well…good morning. Guess you're literally coming out of the closet today." Stan teased, warranting a groan from the boys in front of him.
"I'm too hung over to hit you." Craig slurred, tugging the tie off his head.
"Is that…Bebe's lipstick?" Heidi giggled, Tweek holding the tube out.
"I think so." He groaned, closing his eyes as he laid his head on Craig's (very lipstick covered) chest. Bebe let out a laugh.
"Keep it, Tweek, it's your color." Tweek snorted, making no effort to move.
"Come on, up." Wendy laughed, tugging Tweek to his feet. He whined in protest, rubbing his eyes.
"But mooom!" He teased her, laughing as she punched his arm.
"Well…I'm glad we all got the sexual frustration for each other out." Craig said with a grin.
"I-I have to ask…did…d-d-did Tweek k-kiss a girl?" Jimmy asked, causing Tweek to blush.
"I just wanted to double check. Although Bebe was a very good kisser, I still very much like boys." Bebe snorted from across the room. Craig slowly stood up, wincing at the pain in his side. Doesn't help you slept in a closet, Tucker. He thought, grabbing his clothes out of the pile. He rummaged through, tossing Tweek his clothes. They all got dressed, laughing about the events of last night and who they enjoyed kissing the most (Tweek was the most popular, to his surprise). Craig took a moment to look around the room. He was surrounded by people who really cared and liked-no-loved him. After everything that had occurred these past few weeks, Craig really needed that night that was full of laughter, booze, and good kisses.
NOTE: I just wanted to say you all warmed my cold ass today! I was running errands in the subzero weather (I live in the Northeast and we're facing really cold weather right now) and your reviews warmed by heart! I periodically checked them as I was out, your words of encouragement meaning so much to me! I was able to think of a few things I wanted to do for the filler chapters that lead up to the big points I'm trying to get to (hockey games, prom, graduation, senior week, the summer, and, finally, their life at college), and I finally had a few ideas! Thank you all again for reading and commenting, and as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!
Also, if you've never heard Tequila before, do yourself a favor and listen to it as you imagine everyone sharing smooches! It's Tequila by The Champs!