Falling from Grace
[A/N: Smut! I couldn't help it… Kinda dub-con, I'unno…]
"Y-you can't do that! No! Please, not in my room!" Tweek almost screeched, expression mortified.
Craig was sitting on the blonde's bed, his hand hanging out of the window, a cigarette between his index and middle finger. His bored gaze moved over to Tweek, who was standing in the middle of the room, kneading the hem of his button-up pajama shirt.
It was about two in the morning. Craig had been at a Friday-night party, not particularly keen on going home and finding his father there, waiting. He was technically grounded, and he knew as soon as he got home, there would be consequences, so he walked around for a while after being kicked out of Clyde's place. He had passed Tweek's house, spotting the poor boy sitting at his desk through the window, and he had almost busted the glass by throwing a rock at it, scaring Tweek half to death.
"A-and you should close the window! What if the radioactive spiders catch onto my scent?" Tweek continued to ramble, Craig leaning out of the window to take a drag on his cigarette. His head was still swimming with alcohol.
"It's too cold for spiders." He drawled disinterestedly.
"N-not radioactive ones! Th-they're immune to cold, and they ca-can smell bad children from a mile away. If they find and bite you, you-"
"Turn into Spiderman?" Craig finished the blonde's frightened rambling, putting out his cigarette on the wall outside the window. Tweek gave him a hurt look that made him resemble a disheveled puppy.
"Y-you're not taking me s-seriously." He mumbled, and Craig furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Of course I'm not. You're a paranoid schizophrenic." He stood from the bed, approaching the twitching boy. He stood only a few inches above him, but his stacked boots and daunting aura made him seem a foot taller.
"I think it's cute, though. That you're so messed up." Tweek was flattened against the wall he had been walked to, Craig giving him a dangerous smirk.
"Wh-what are you do-" The brunette shut him up by pressing his lips against the blonde's, Tweek melting just like he had a month before.
There were fingers pulling on the front of Craig's coat, a hand tangled in black hair, moving under his hat to try and lock their mouths closer. He tasted like cigarettes and booze, like the way that rubbing alcohol smelled, stinging the twitching male's throat. It was almost as though his body was both rejecting him and pulling him closer, none of it making any sense to the nervous teen, who was terrified of how utterly torn he was.
Craig watched with dead eyes as every little thought flashed over Tweek's features, the internal struggle he was having at just a kiss, feeling the slightly shorter boy's tongue battle with his own while the hand planted firmly on his chest tried to push him away. The brunette picked Tweek up by the thighs, two lanky arms thrown around his neck, helping to support him against the wall. He left the structure and staggered back to the bed, bending at the hips so that Tweek was on his back, kissing and whimpering and clinging.
The black haired male pulled away suddenly, chest heaving, and stared down at Tweek's form, as though he was considering his options. Making up his mind, Craig unzipped his jacket, then pushed Tweek further up on the bed, Kneeling between his legs. His fingers went to unfastening the buttons to the blonde's shirt, the boy under him suddenly stiff with fear.
"What?" Craig sounded mildly frustrated.
"I don't wa-want Super AIDS." He stammered out, the mortification apparent in his tone.
"What're you trying to say?" The brunette replied, continuing to undress Tweek even though he didn't seem to want to be undressed. Craig was too drunk to care.
"J-just three teaspoons and you're dead in three weeks! Butters told me! I don't want to die!" Craig raised one of his eyebrows.
"A-and Cartman said th-that AIDS is God's punishment for gays. Wh-which means if I turn gay, then I'm gonna ge-" Tweek was silenced when his legs were hiked above Craig's shoulders and there was a mouth around him, sucking.
He arched his back off the bed, moaning raggedly before he cupped his hand over his mouth to keep back the noise. He was almost immediately rocking up into the wet heat, his shirt unbuttoned, pajama bottoms pulled away completely. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, a flicking tongue, the constriction of the back of Craig's throat. He forgot everything; his worries, his stress, the fear of Super AIDS. All that mattered was black hair sticking up around his hand, which was trying to move him lower, faster, and the excruciatingly wonderful feeling of the mouth that was worshiping him.
He was rocking up gently, and Craig didn't seem to care, stopping his motions completely to let Tweek move at his desired pace. He was panting onto his hand in very little time, the gentle, fleeting moans that he managed to choke away because his parents were just down the hall muffled. He came, and the brunette made the first noise of protest since beginning his depraved task, pulling up and sputtering into his hand. He was surprised that it had taken so little time, swallowing easily and looking at his companion with baffled features.
"Are you… Were you a virgin?" He asked, wiping residual orgasm from the corner of his mouth. There was a shaky nod, and Craig looked mortified for a split second before he caught himself and his features melted into disinterest again.
He went to the window, making to leave with rushed motions. He was disgusted with himself, how he had so blatantly taken advantage of Tweek's need for comfort, how he had ignored his protests. He climbed from the window sill to the one below it, using his fingertips and the toes of his shoes to keep from falling. At that distance, and with the pile of snow below the blonde's room, it wouldn't have been too much of a problem, but he wasn't going to risk falling.
He didn't even realize he had left his hat and jacket in Tweek's room until he was too far to turn back. Tweek had, though. He pulled the articles of clothing onto the bed and snuggled against the coat, with Craig's hat pulled onto his head. He had still been reeling when Craig left, but now that he was gone, the blond not having the heart or the energy to close the window, he had the very real fear that he had done something wrong. Tweek tried to remember what exactly had happened, what he had done, falling asleep with the one-sided conversation they had just after playing over in his head.