NOTE: warning for sexual content! Yes, you read that right ;) enjoy, ya horn dogs!

As much as Craig wanted to show Tweek his campus, he opted for the second-best option: a lazy day cuddling his boyfriend. There would be more opportunities to show Tweek the campus (and honestly, Tweek grew up in Colorado, so he knew the jist of it), and Craig just really wanted to absorb his boyfriend's presence. They were currently walking hand in hand to a convenience shop that was on campus, deciding to have a movie slash tv catch up day (it looked like it was going to rain, anyways, which further proved Craig's point of staying in). Once inside, Tweek let go of his hand and made a beeline to the freezer, eyes scanning the rows of ice cream. Craig snorted.

"How did I know?" He stood behind Tweek, hands in his sweatshirt pocket. Tweek glared at him, a playful smirk on his face. His jaw was an ugly shade of purple, his lip split open and his nose a little bruised from his fight last night, but it somehow made him more attractive to Craig.

"Don't test me." He teased, Craig holding his hands up in mock defense.

"Aye, aye." He wandered off, grabbing his own collection of treats: a liter of soda, a few cans of Red Bull, a bag of chips, some candy, and his own pint of ice cream. Tweek grabbed a few things of candy, a slushie, and a bag of cheesey flavored popcorn. They plopped their things on the counter, Tweek gasping.

"Wait!" He rushed back down an aisle, Craig snickering.

"Pack of cigarettes." He said while they waited for Tweek. The clerk scanned the cigarettes when Tweek ran back up, tossing a box of condoms on top of their food. Craig looked at him, an eyebrow raised with an amused grin on his face.

"What?" Tweek laughed, wrapping his arms around Craig. Craig kissed the top of his head.

"Nothing, honey." The clerk smirked a bit, staying silent as she continued to scan their items. After they paid, Craig took the box of cigarettes out of the bag as they walked out, putting one between his lips as he rummaged for his lighter.

"Do you think you'll ever quit?" Craig blinked, looking at Tweek as he lit the cigarette. He inhaled, thinking a moment, before exhaling.

"I mean…probably. Part of me regrets starting, especially since I'm athletic. But…I don't know…it's always helped me cope, you know? Whenever I felt like I needed to cry or scream or hit something I'd just…smoke instead. I know that's a lame excuse to say that's why I smoke, but it literally became a habit." Tweek nodded slowly, looping his arm through Craig's as he sipped at his slushie.

"Makes sense. It's like me with my biting, I didn't mean for it to become a habit, but…it just did." Craig looked at him after exhaling.

"How's that been, by the way? Your anxiety, I mean." Tweek leaned his head against Craig's arm, thinking.

"It's…been. It comes in waves. There are some days where I feel on top of the world, but then there's other days where all I want to do is fly home and see my mom or my dad or you. There are days I think about transferring because of how far away I am. I love being in Philly but…on the days where my anxiety gets bad, it's hard to want to be there, ya know?" Craig hummed, nodding slowly.

"I get it Tweek, and it's okay to come home if you need to one weekend if you feel you really need it. Don't punish yourself, babe." He kissed his forehead as they walked into the dorm after Craig put his cigarette out, taking the elevator back up to the fifth floor. Once they were inside, Craig grinned slowly. Tweek looked up, blinking.

"Uh oh. That's your 'I have an idea' shit eating grin." Craig gasped.

"That's so fucking mean, dude." Tweek snorted.

"What's this idea?" Craig immediately grinned again.

"We pull all the bins out from under my bed and set them aside and we make a pillow fort under my bed." Tweek blinked.

"That's…actually not a bad idea." They set to work, moving the bins out so they were in front of the closet. They put the comforter under the bed for them to use as a cushion on the floor, followed by the pillows on Craig's bed and the extra pillows Laura packed for him that were set in storage. Craig also passed down a couple blankets he had as well for them to use. They hung the thin black sheet that came with the bed set over the edge to use as a curtain for the front of the bed, Tweek crawling in to set up the blankets and pillows while Craig grabbed his laptop, charger, and their snacks. He plugged the charger into the wall, running the cord into their fort before crawling in. He set up his laptop so they could watch whatever they wanted on it, Tweek grabbing his ice cream once they got comfortable.

"See? I can come up with some good ideas."

"You're literally going to school to be a physicist so I hope you got some ideas in the noggin of yours." Craig snorted, grabbing his ice cream and the liter of soda.

"What do we wanna watch?"

"Are you caught up on the Real Housewives?"

"Which one?"

"Beverly Hills."

"It's back on?!" Tweek blinked, grinning around his spoonful of ice cream.

"I think we answered your question then."

"Aren't you supposed to remind me when our shows are on?" He started typing the website on his laptop, a spoon in his mouth.

"Craig, you're eighteen, nineteen in a little more than a month from now. I don't think it's my job to tell you when the fucking Real Housewives is on."

"What would your tag line be?"

"If I was a housewife?" Craig snorted.

"Yeah! I have mine already." Tweek raised an eyebrow, a grin on his face.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. It would be, "My motto in life? I don't give a flying puck." Get it? Cause I play hockey." Tweek snorted, letting out a laugh.

"You've had this planned out for too long."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes."

"Well?! What's yours?!" Tweek leaned back against the pillows, thinking as he took a few more spoonfuls of his ice cream.

"It isn't hard to get on my nerves, but I'll be sure to espresso my true feelings when you do." He grinned a mischievous grin, Craig's eyes widening.

"Did you…out dad pun me?" Tweek let out a laugh, tossing his head back.

"Well, if you think I did, it must've happened." Craig snorted, kissing his hand.

"Well, your Highness, shall we enjoy these totally real housewives?" Tweek hummed, leaning against Craig.

"We shall."

They watched a few episodes of the Real Housewives before Craig wanted to watch a movie.

"Any preferences?" He asked, tossing their now empty ice cream pints into the bag from the store. Tweek thought a moment.

"We could be nostalgic and watch a movie from our childhoods."

"Like what?"

"Well…I watched a lot of Disney." Craig blinked, his cheeks flushing a bright red.

"Can…can we…can we watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Tweek blinked, grinning slowly.

"You…you've seen…Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?"

"Tweek…Tricia and I broke the VHS tape we had of it we watched it so many times. The tape warped." Tweek snorted.

"Craig…I'm gonna be honest…I've never seen it."

"It's been decided!" He declared, typing on his laptop to pull it up. Of course, Craig had it on his laptop's hard drive.

"You…Craig, did you buy the movie?"

"I always have an emergency copy of this movie, Tweek."

"I had no idea you felt so passionately about Dick van Dyke's Chitty Chitty Bang Bang."

"Mom always made Tricia and I pick a movie we could both agree to watch. We could always agree to watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang because we liked to imagine we were Jeremy and Jemimah and that we'd get to go in a flying fucking car." Tweek smiled.

"That's…sweet, Craig." He blushed, leaning back as the movie started.

"I try," Tweek snorted, leaning his head against Craig's shoulder. The movie was long, and Tweek had heard that this movie was long, but he enjoyed watching Craig more than anything. He'd murmur some of the lines to the movie and sometimes hum the songs, sometimes getting way into it. It was endearing to Tweek, and he'd definitely miss it when he left in a few days. As the movie ended (almost three hours later), Craig turned to Tweek. "Okay, so what did you think?" Tweek smiled.

"It was sweet. Plus, Dick van Dyke has always been easy on the eyes." Craig snorted, taking a sip from his liter of soda.

"I agree. Maybe that's why I agreed to watch it when I was younger." Tweek let out a laugh, running his thumb over Craig's jaw. He turned, looking at Tweek. They took a moment to just look at each other, smiles on their faces. Tweek leaned up, kissing him lightly. He tasted of soda and his cigarette still lingered, and god, it was heaven to Tweek. Craig pulled away slowly, moving all their snacks to the side before pressing his lips back against Tweek's. He slowly laid them down, laying on top of Tweek in the process. Craig had told himself a long time ago that he didn't want to be a couple that constantly had sex, but dammit, it's been too long, and he needed Tweek as often as possible this weekend. He smiled against Tweek's lips as he tugged at Craig's shirt, pulling away enough for Tweek to lift it over his head. He shivered when he felt his hands run over his chest, his hands warm against his skin.

"I never get tired of seeing you shirtless." He squeaked out, his voice breathy. Craig grinned, pressing their lips together again. He tried to reach behind him for the box of condoms, grunting when it was just out of his reach. He pulled away quickly to grab it, hissing in pain as he hit his head on the bottom of the bed. Tweek covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide the grin that spread across his face. Craig rubbed his head as he turned back around, glaring at Tweek. He could see the grin under his hand.

"You're not fooling anyone, you little shit." He growled, a grin on his face as he pressed his lips on Tweek's after pulling his hand off. Tweek laughed into his mouth, arching his back up to press himself against his chest. After a little bit, Craig tugged away to pull Tweek's shirt off, but before he could kiss him again, Tweek stopped him.

"Do you, um, have-have a tie?" Craig blinked.

"Yeah…why?"

"Um…tie-tie my hands together to the bed." Craig blinked, nodding before scrambling out to rummage through his closet for a tie. Once he finally found one (it was right in front of him, but he was too horny to focus like that), he crawled back under, straddling Tweek's lap as he nudged Tweek's hands up above his head. Their cheeks were both red as he tied him to one of the beams of the bed. They had never done something like this, but they've both talked about it.

"Are-is it too tight?" Craig whispered, brushing his nose past Tweek's. He shook his head, letting out a shaky breath.

"N-No. No it-it's good." He whispered back, smiling a bit to encourage Craig. He smiled a bit at Tweek, and it made Tweek's knees weak. He lifted his hips, letting Craig tug his pants down. He let his eyes flutter shut, relishing the feeling of Craig's lips traveling up and down, left and right, this way and that across his body. You deserve this.

"Craig!" Tweek gasped out, his head throwing back as Craig finally found his prostate. Craig nipped at his neck, panting lightly against his skin as he chuckled.

"I-I got you, Tweek." He breathed out, his arms wrapped securely around Tweek. Okay, so Tweek really enjoyed having his hands tied back during sex. He wasn't sure why, but he really enjoyed neglecting his aching dick long enough that Craig eventually touched him. He also enjoys having Craig all over him because he can't touch Craig, forcing his boyfriend to press against him more.

"Fuck." He breathed out, biting down lightly onto his arm to muffle his groans. Craig leaned up, placing a kiss to the bruise on his jaw as he continued a steady rhythm. He ran one hand down, grabbing Tweek's ass hard as he rolled his hips.

"God you're perfect." He choked out, pressing their lips together as Tweek turned his head. They moaned into each other's mouths, the rhythm becoming erratic as Tweek's legs wrapped around Craig's waist, their approaching climaxes becoming obvious.

"C-Craig-Craig please I-I'm so-"

"Yeah dude I don't get that problem either." They froze, eyes widening as they heard a familiar voice outside the door. Craig stopped moving, still deep inside of Tweek. He put a hand over Tweek's mouth and one over his own to stop any awkward noise that might've escaped as the door opened, Henry and someone else wandering in.

"I don't know why I'm an accounting major."

"Yeah, dude, I don't know why I am either." Tweek's eyes were wide, his hands moving slowly in an effort to hide them a little better (they were sticking out the backside of the frame).

"Wanna smoke a bit before we do this homework?" Craig grimaced, glancing down at Tweek. HOW HAS HE NOT NOTICED THE MESS ON MY SIDE OF THE ROOM?!

"Sure, Henry…damn, your roommate is messy." Craig bit his lip to keep from groaning as Tweek tensed, causing him to clench around Craig. Tweek saw that familiar look cross Craig's face, a mischievous flash crossing his eyes. Craig saw it, shaking his head as he finally removed the hands from their mouths. Tweek was biting on his tongue, a grin on his face as he rolled his hips down. Craig's eyes rolled up a bit, biting down on his lip as he ran a hand through his hair to try and relax.

"He usually isn't messy. Probably couldn't find something before leaving to go off with his boyfriend."

"Boyfriend, yeah? He go to a different school or some shit?"

"Yeah he goes to school in Philly I think."

"At least you don't have to worry about walking in on them all the time." Craig made a fist, biting down on his knuckles to keep from laughing and groaning as Tweek continued to torment him.

"I almost walked in on them the other day I think. His boyfriend his super pale so he flushes easily." Tweek made a face, sticking his tongue out at Henry behind the sheet as he continued his assault against Craig, but Craig had other ideas. He turned it on Tweek, pulling out just so the tip of his cock was inside Tweek, but Tweek couldn't press himself down. Tweek whimpered low in his throat, doing everything in his power to try and move his hips down. Their eyes widened as he reached a little too far, the metal bed frame scraping against the floor. The room fell silent, both boys daring not move after Craig jumped (and, ultimately, nestled himself back inside Tweek).

"…Craig?"

"…no…this…Craig's not here." Tweek pursed his lips as he tried not to laugh, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Craig, what're you doing?"

"…nothing?"

"Why are you under the bed in hiding?"

"We…made a pillow fort."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Tweek stuck his hands out the back of the frame, waving them slightly, well, the best he could with the way his hands were tied to the bed frame.

"We're, uh, a little tied up, if you will."

"What does that-" Craig moved the sheet aside enough for Henry and his guest to see their faces and bits of their very naked chests, Tweek grinning at Henry while Craig had his eyebrow raised. Henry turned a bright red, but he let out a laugh "Ohhh…huh, a dad pun was used to explain to me that I walked in on you two…"

"Yeah. You literally talked about walking in on us as I was inside my boyfriend," He looked down. "Actually, I still am inside my boyfriend." Henry snorted.

"Alright, we're out! Bye guys! Continue practicing safe sex!" They grabbed their bags, quickly rushing out after letting out a laugh. Craig plopped his face down on the pillow next to Tweek's face, lying on top of Tweek. He turned to look at Tweek's face, a small smile on his lips,

"It wouldn't be college dorm sex if we weren't walked in on at least once." Tweek chuckled, smiling back at him.

"Henry's friend seemed nice." Craig snorted, rolling his hips slightly.

"You still…ya know, in the mood?" Tweek moaned low in his throat.

"If anything, that turned me on more." Craig let out a laugh, moving his hips slowly as his hand reached down to finally stroke Tweek's cock. He let out a grunt, his eyes fluttering shut. It felt so good. After all this time and Tweek's dick was finally getting the attention it was desperately craving. His leg twitched underneath Craig, his left leg wrapping around Craig's waist while his right stayed put. Craig nibbled lightly on Tweek's ear, his hips moving faster.

"Why do I feel like you liked the idea of getting caught?" Tweek let out a breathless laugh, his hips moving in time with Craig.

"Because I k-kind of-shit-did," He choked out, his hands twitching above his head. His wrists were red from rubbing against the fabric, his fingers tingling from the lack of blood. He didn't mind, the sensation overwhelming as he yelled out in pleasure, his back arching off the ground as Craig found his prostate again. He felt Craig smirk against his face, his hands grabbing his hips roughly as he continued to slam into him at that same angle. It was exhilarating. Tweek could feel his toes curling, the feeling of Craig fucking him, jerking him off, his tingling fingers, and the feeling of Craig nibbling against his neck was enough to send him over the edge. "Craig!" He yelled, his eyes rolling back as he came with a shout, Craig groaning as he slammed his hips forward once more. Tweek could feel his cock throbbing inside of him as he came, gasping at the feeling. He never got tired of that. It was magical, each and every time. Tweek was shaking lightly against Craig, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He let out a breathless laugh, his blonde curls sticking to his forehead as he turned to look at Craig. He had a lazy grin on his face, a small laugh escaping his lips as well as he pulled out slowly. Tweek whimpered slightly at the loss of that feeling, but soon sighed as Craig untied his wrists. He slowly let his arms fall, smiling as Craig started cleaning off his chest. "You didn't have to clean me off." He breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut. Craig hummed, tying off the condom before tossing everything in their little bag of trash. He laid down next to Tweek, tugging him closer.

"I know. I wanted to." He whispered, nuzzling his nose into Tweek's cheek lightly. Tweek giggled, running his thumb over Craig's arm.

"We should at least get dressed or cover ourselves so Henry can come back."

"Mmm…eventually. I just…really want to cuddle my boyfriend naked." Tweek smiled slowly, turning so his face as buried into the crook of his neck.

"That can be arranged."

The rest of the weekend flew by after that lazy day. Craig's hockey game went incredibly well, Tweek never cheering louder for his boyfriend at a game than that day. He was even more thrilled when Craig received an email after the game from the school saying that Molly was under review for potential expulsion for violating the Title nine papers. Serves her right. He could visibly see the weight lifting off of Craig's shoulders, that usual stoic look he has during games lifting almost immediately once he saw him with his phone in his hand. The next morning, Craig rode with Tweek to the airport, both boys feeling a little blue as they rode the train. Yeah, they'd see each other in about a month, but it was still a month. They held on tight to each other, both boys afraid that if they let go, the other would disappear into the air. Craig stayed with Tweek for as long as he could once at the airport, smiling sadly once they got to the security check in.

"Hey…call me when you land or-or get back to campus, yeah?" He whispered, placing a kiss to Tweek's forehead. He sniffled, nodding slowly as he looked up.

"Y-Yeah…I-I will." He breathed out, tossing his arms around Craig as he let out a sob. It hurt just as much as the first time, but for some reason, this time felt worse. They held onto each other for a few moments longer before Craig pulled away, ripping the band aid off. He pressed a light kiss to his lips, smiling sadly as he pulled away.

"Don't be a s-stranger."

"Right back atcha, t-tiger." He whispered, smiling sadly back at him as he turned away. He didn't tell Craig, but he brought the Walkman with him for the flight home. When he was on the airplane, he put the headphones over his ears, his eyes fluttering shut as he heard his favorite voice hit his ears.

"You know," He was eating as he recorded. "I used to think marriage was scary. I was scared of falling so in love with someone. After watching my abuela deal with the loss of my abuelo, I wasn't sure if I wanted love, ya know? Well…that sounds bad when I sat it out loud. What I mean by that is I don't know if I could ever really say goodbye to the person I love, ya know? I couldn't imagine that. Like…they were married I think for…forty-six years when he died? They got married when she was seventeen and he was nineteen. Like…that's pretty much their entire lives! Well…my abuelo's life at least. My abuela has had to continue to live, but…I think she's living for him now. It's what he would've wanted. Juan was a good guy. Super generous. You would've loved him and he would've adored you. Claudia will love you. I'm taking you to meet her next week, but you don't know it yet. I'm telling you tomorrow, so if you someone find this tape…surprise? Anyways…I just…after the funeral and after seeing her cry like that…it hurts, ya know? Death is bad enough, but losing someone you've built a life with? That's rough. Maybe that's why they say love hurts. Death hurts because someone is gone, but love hurts because someone left you, but they're still out there, roaming the same streets you used to walk together," Tweek looked out the window, his eyes half lidded as he smiled sadly. "But…the reason I bring all this up is because I heard her say I love you to him and…I've never heard her say those words to him. Like…I'm sure they said it to each other, but they never said it in front of us. So it was weird hearing it from her lips as she pressed one last kiss to my abuelo's cold lips…I was ten when all this happened and I still think about it sometimes. I bring this up because I never…really wanted marriage until I met you," Tweek leaned into his hand, grinning into his palm. "And…I won't lie, when I'm at the mall with Tricia now, we look at engagement rings. She helped me look for you once. She says she agrees with my choice, by the way, so you're Tricia Michele Tucker approved, Tweek," Tweek chuckled, leaning back in his seat as he grinned. "Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I still plan on marrying you. If we break up for some reason before I get to marry you…I don't know if I'd marry. I know that sounds crazy to say, but no one else seems worth it to me, ya know? Everyone else kind of annoys me, so I don't know if I'd want to spend the rest of my life with them. But…you're my best friend. And I'd love to grow old and gray with you and push you around or vice versa…man, we'd cause so much trouble in whatever nursing home our kids toss us in. Could you imagine the phone calls they'd get?! "Uh, yeah, your dads pushed someone in a wheelchair down a ramp". Our kids will probably kick our asses, but they'd be tough and caring, just like us. We'd have cute kids…Jesus Christ, I've rambled for five minutes about a future with you. Sorry if this freaks you out. I just felt like you should know I plan on being in this for the long run. And I do mean the long run, Tweek. If, and I'm a hundred percent serious when I say this, if God's path for us is as good as it is right now, and He continues to let this happen, let us happen…it would be cool to be married, have a family, grow old, and die together. I don't mean like we fucking off each other at the same time, but like, we grow old together and die happy and in love. But once I die, we're buried next to each other. That way, even in the afterlife, or wherever we are, we're still laughing and dancing to Dirty Dancing, even in the great beyond. That sounds… pretty great. Eternal life with you…yeah…sounds pretty wonderful…don'tcha think?"

NOTE: If I had a tag line for the real housewives, it would be "I'm more of a cat person because I can't stand bitches".

Also, fun fact, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was my senior musical in high school and I still resent the fact I didn't get the Baroness part :/
Anyways! Today was a very sad day since we laid my grandfather to rest, but this writing was therapeutic! I am going to be crazy busy this week, so my uploading schedule will probably vary (but we are sadly five chapters and an epilogue away from wrapping this puppy up!). The smut was super random, actually. I came up with the idea of Henry walking in on them mid sex and I was like "well...I told myself I would try writing smut at least once before the end of this story...might as well!" So I hope ya'll enjoyed my first attempt at smut, and I hope you enjoyed this random batch of smut and fluff! So, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!