Chapter Twelve: Craig's P.O.V
An annoying buzzing sound wakes me from my amazing dream. I open my eyes groggily and note the clock on my bedside table ringing crazily. I slam down the off button and look out the window covered in beige curtains. Wait. Beige? My curtains were blue. I shrug, not thinking much on it. I make to get up and stretch, only to realize my left arm was lodged under something warm and heavy. Stripe? No.. it was skin, not fur.
Mildly panicked at this point, I turn my head slowly and witness a shock of messy yellow hair, connecting to an angelic face. I smile warmly at the sight. I guess sex with Tweek wasn't a dream after all. I reminisce in the now real memory, feeling a stir coming from the boy I loved. His green doe-like eyes opened lazily. He reaches to rub his eyes, fingers skimming my bare chest. I shudder at the contact, but ignore the sensation it sent to my groin. It was Thursday, we had school.
"Good morning, Tweek. Sleep well?" My voice was its usual nasally monotone, albeit the huge grin plastered on my face. This seemed to freak him out, causing him to fall back and hit the ground with a small thud. I chuckle and crawl off the bed and on top of him. I couldn't control myself. I was already completely hard, and it wasn't morning wood. I lean into Tweek's ear, feeling the warmth from his body. "Come on, Tweekers. We have school". I get up, holding my hand out to help him. He takes it, cautious. His eyes focus on mine as he reaches for my hand, and he gasps. My eyes widen a fraction. There was definite electricity in that simple touch. I pull him up and let him gather his bearings. I resist hugging and kissing him, and gather my scattered clothes off the floor, my hat still by the door. I smile. So much can happen in so little time. I grab it and pull it on my head. I turn to see Tweek still standing in the same spot I pulled him to, clad in only his underwear, and tugging at his knotted hair. Suddenly, he looked at me, and saw that I was watching. I saw his eyes glaze over, and he seemed to be in another world entirely. The first words that came out of his mouth this morning were "Craig. Last night, did we...?"
I smile mischievously, walk over to him, ghosting my lips over his ear and whisper "hell yes, we did." I could physically see the shiver running down his spine. I finished dressing. Poor kid. I needed to make him feel better. I had an idea. "Hey, Tweek. Want some coffee?" At this, he perked up, and nodded excitedly, grinning. My ice heart melted instantly from his expression. I'll take that as a yes. Get dressed, I'll be downstairs. I make my way to the door when a pair of thin arms wrap around me. "Thank you, Craig", Tweek mumbles, voice muffled by my jacket. This boy will be the death of me.. In a good way.
I couldn't move. What was he thanking me for, taking each other's virginity? I decided not to act on it and turned around in his embrace, hugging him back. "Anytime", I teased. I opened the door and trudged down the stairs. Tweek's parents still weren't home. Good, I thought. I had a hard time getting the coffee machine started and finding the ingredients, but as I finally got the water boiling, I could hear Tweek entering the kitchen, his spastic noises a dead giveaway. "Coffee is on its way", I reassured him as I poured myself a bowl of generic cereal. "Hmm" was all Tweek responded with. I turn to see him staring at me, unblinking. He wasn't even shaking.
Weird.
"What's up?" Did I have something on my face?
Tweek snaps out of his reverie and pulls on his fingers. "N-nothing. Just.. Coffee?"
Just then the machine beeped, signalling its completion. Tweek wasted no time in grabbing a thermos and filling it to the brim with the rich, dark poison. He didn't bother with the lid and chugged down the liquid. Damn, he was the first person I knew that could drink it black. Gross. I wasn't a huge fan of coffee, but watching the way Tweek inhaled it like it was his life support intrigued me.
I stood in front of him, holding out my hand. "Mind if I try?" I asked him as he was about to take another gulp. He nervously sent it my way, making sure it landed safely in my hand. I tipped the drink into my mouth. I could feel the bitter taste on my tongue, and the warmth slide down my throat. Oh God, this shit is rank. I gave Tweek back his cup of oxygen and went to the sink, spitting out all I could. It really was poison. Disgusting.
"How the fuck do you drink that? Yuck." My reaction caused Tweek to smile, and then laugh wholeheartedly. I've never heard such a.. Magical sound. That's what it was. Magical. Like the gentle echoing sound of wind chimes, or an innocent child. It was beautiful. I couldn't help myself when I grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck softly, pulling his face to mine, and kissing him with all the passion I could muster. His laugh cut off, replaced by a quiet moan. His thermos clutched in his hands at his chest, obscuring the contact of our bodies. I pushed myself away, smiling at him. "Ugh, even your kisses taste like that crap", I joke. He smiles again and fills his mug up once more. "L-let';s go to school, shall we?" We sit our bags on our backs and head for the front door. I open it and bow down like a true gentleman.
"After you, m'lady". Tweek manages a small curtsey, "why thank you, kind sir", and shuffles out the door, giggling. A huge grin plasters itself on my face again as I follow.
Only with him am I this happy.