Craig's Hat
"Dude, where's your hat?" Stan asked, eyebrow raised.
"Nowhere, fuck off!" Craig snapped, flipping the two off and storming in the other direction.
"Who pissed in his Wheaties?" Kyle shrugged in reply, moving towards the school building with the jock in immediate tow, answering the first bell.
Craig stomped down the hallway towards his homeroom class, not really sure why he had shown up to school in the first place. He was wearing one of his father's coats, which was much too big for him and made him look almost childish. It was an ugly tan color, with sleeves that bunched up at the hands, ending at the middle of his thighs.
His mannerism broke any illusion of innocence that his coat might have construed. His face was twisted into an unhappy scowl, black hair messy because he didn't have the heart to brush it that morning. The anger on Craig's features was a dry kind, like a parent having to deal with a toddler that was throwing a fit, eyebrows knitted together on his forehead, mouth a sharp line. He was avoided by pretty much everybody he passed, Clyde averting his gaze after he tried to start a conversation as the brunette passed him but was given a dangerous glare.
Craig almost crashed into Tweek. He was running from some kind of unknown threat, footsteps rushed and uneven, barely managing to move past the taller teen, who was parading through the center of the hallway as though he owned it. The blonde's shoulder clipped Craig's, and his already shaky equilibrium was shattered, the boy falling onto the floor, scrambling to get to his feet. The male who was still standing stopped his angry walking, his expression melting into disinterest and almost unnoticeable concern. He turned on his heels, nudging Tweek with the toe of his boot.
"Gah! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!" He shouted, rolling onto his back and staring up at Craig with absolute terror on his features.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." Craig drawled, reaching out his hand to help the other male to his feet.
"What were you running from?" He asked, looking over his shoulder, then back at Tweek again, who had accepted the offer and was brushing the front of his improperly buttoned black shirt off.
"Th-the zombie dykes! They're after me! They suck the souls of men out through their mouths, then chop off their genitals a-and turn them into dykes, too! Agh!" His eyes widened, and he stared at the space behind Craig like it was going to eat him. The black haired teen glanced at the place Tweek was staring at so intensely, finding nothing but air.
"Dude, there's nothing…" He trailed off, turning to look at the blond, only to see the back of his retreating form. He shook his head and followed after him.
There was a stairwell that used to lead to the bell tower at the top of the school, but the bell tower itself was blocked off. Because it didn't lead anywhere, the only thing separating the main hall from the stairs was a door that the janitor often forgot to lock. It wasn't very well known to the students that weren't searching the school for smoking spots.
Craig heard it click closed, the familiar creaking of the hinges, long-rusted from disuse. He wasn't fooled, moving to the door and wrenching it open. There Tweek was, rocking back and forth in the corner, face buried in his folded arms. He was a little ball of wrinkled fabric with a mop of messy yellow hair on top, mumbling incoherently. The brunette felt unbelievably bad for him, for how scared he must have been, closing the door behind him and sitting down beside his companion.
"Hey." He said, and Tweek jumped, calming some when he noticed who it was.
There was a moment of silence, the two of them staring at each other, Craig totally ignorant of the immense tension that Tweek was feeling by simply being in his company. The blond suddenly grabbed his book bag and went through it, handing Craig the hat he had left behind that weekend. Craig's expression brightened just a bit, and he took the offered article with a very small smile.
"Thanks." The raven-haired teen said, tugging it on.
"I couldn't bring your jacket." Tweek said, averting his gaze. He didn't look quite as terrified as he had.
"I know." The taller male replied evenly, reaching into the pocket of his father's jacket and pulling out his package of cigarettes. He stopped suddenly, noticing the horrified expression on the blonde's face, and decided against it.
"You have a good weekend?" Tweek tried with a nervous smile, and Craig shrugged, blowing him off in the nicest way possible.
"Hey, you know the movie theatre?" Craig asked after a very long, uncomfortable silence. Tweek nodded shakily.
"Maybe, after school today, we could go see a film. Like, together." He finished, taking off the hat he had been given and running his fingers through his hair. He put the hat back on, feeling naked without it.
"Look, I feel really bad about what happened on Friday." The brunette finally said, a mildly bemused expression on his face where sadness should have been, guilt.
"Wh-why? Did I do something wrong? I-I'm really sorry! Whatever I did, I'll never do it again, just don't hate me!" Tweek pleaded frantically, and Craig eyed him with surprise.
"Dude, I was going to apologize." The taller male put a hand on Tweek's shoulder, noticing the subtle way he melted at the contact.
"Ah! For what?!"
"For taking advantage of you. It was pretty shitty of me; I know I should have… I don't know, stopped after you told me to." He said with a sigh. There was a very long, very tense silence, this one felt by both of them.
"No. I-it was… Great, and I… I wouldn't mind if it happened again. I-I mean, not that I'm pressuring you to do that, I was just saying that I'm not mad at for it, and you're we-" Tweek stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to take himself to his happy place. Craig's apathetic gaze was distracting, though.
"So, you wanna do it again?" Craig asked, scooting a bit closer to Tweek, who was visibly trying to calm himself but failing.
Their gazes caught, Tweek biting his bottom lip, then the shorter teen leaned in, brushing his now-bleeding lips against Craig's. With one smooth motion, Tweek was pulled onto the brunette's lap, the copper-tasting kiss deepening. Tweek was whimpering into his companion's mouth, the taste of blood and cigarettes and Craig making him desperate. He shuffled forward, tilted his head, overheating from the combined feeling of his own flush and the other teen's body heat, radiating from him in waves.
Tweek was suddenly wearing too much clothing. He stripped his coat off, Craig misunderstanding his intentions and following suit, then Tweek's shaking fingers were working at the buttons of his shirt. Craig stopped kissing to watch him, his eyes and mouth their same straight line and dull stare, but his face was bright red.
"Shit, man, I can't do this…" Craig said, guiding Tweek's hips down on his own and rutting up against him anyways.
"I-is there something wr-wrong with me…?" The blond whimpered out.
"No. There's nothing wrong with you. You're…" Craig stopped to try and find the right words, his eyes moving over the other boy's torso, exposed to him, the green fabric handing off of one of Tweek's shoulders luridly.
"Perfect." He finally answered, moving forward to flick his tongue over a nipple, the blond shuddering and huffing.
His slowly moving hips suddenly jerked, and Craig stopped moving to feel Tweek rut down on him. It was absolutely sinful; so, so wrong, for them – two boys – to be doing something so lewd in such a public place. Craig had lost his head in the rhythmic rocking of the teen over him, his strained panting, the delicious look on his face.
The bell rang. Tweek turned white, as though he had just then realized what they were doing, falling onto his back in an attempt to pry himself out of Craig's suddenly iron grasp. The brunette was holding onto his hips, moving over him and thrusting their clothed pelvises together.
"Do you really want to go to class with that?" He was referring to the very obvious bulge in the shorter male's jeans, and Tweek slackened.
"N-no, but I don't want to be late…" He half-pleaded in reply.
"Calm down. Being late once won't hurt you." The other teen reasoned dryly, moving down to suck at his throat. There was a ragged moan, then another softer one in reply.
Tweek pushed Craig away, and the brunette hit the far wall, a bemused expression on his face. He gave his companion an uncaring stare while the blue eyes looking back at him were nothing but fright, with just a hint of need.
"I can't… I c-can't, not here, not with you."
Craig was suddenly angry. His eyebrows knitted together on his forehead, and he grabbed onto both of Tweek's wrists, holding him to the floor. He glared dangerously, too eager to simply let him go to class, to will his arousal away with shifty eyes as the crueler students pointed and mocked. He moved down to kiss him, never breaking eye contact, and Tweek melted at his touch like he always seemed to when they kissed. Craig pulled away and eyed his companion expectantly.
"N-never mind…" Tweek said softly, averting his gaze and gnawing on his bottom lip. His hips were rocking up again.
Craig gave a fleeting smile, as though to display his happiness, and he was thrusting down on Tweek's clothed groin, releasing his wrists, huffing into the still air. He leaned down and rested his forehead against the blonde's shoulder, imagining that there were no clothes separating them, that he wasn't just rubbing but was buried inside him.
Their heated breath melded together in the cramped space, little grunts and soft whines filling the once-uncomfortably frigid air. Their mouths met, managing to muffle the noises, and they were teenaged mindlessness, Craig asserting an animal sort of dominance while Tweek forgot everything and simply felt. Abruptly, there was no stairwell with a hidden little grove of cold concrete, no school, no rules or consequences.
Tweek came first, locking his legs around Craig's hips and trying to keep from clawing at the band t-shirt the brunette was wearing. The taller male followed after a few more desperate thrusts, moaning into the other boy's mouth. He collapsed on top of Tweek, then rolled over, onto his back, giving the blond an oddly affectionate look. Tweek smiled back.
"I need to get to class." He said, and there was nothing rushed or strained in his tone.
"Yeah." Neither of them moved.