Boy-on-boy smut ahead. And offensive language. You've been warned.
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"Hey Tweeks, what do you think of this one?"
I feel sooo out of place. I register the distant noises of all the people walking by, the incomprehensible chatter of all the voices, the distorted sound of the PA system playing some mind-numbing tune that was probably scientifically engineered to make you want to spend more money (that didn't come from my head, mind you; it was Tweek who came up with this conspiracy theory, but in this particular case, he may have a point), all mixed-up, in combination with the fluorescent lights, to this headache-inducing monotone hum, being interrupted by Bebe's gushing voice. Where the fuck am I anyway, and how did I get here?
Oh, that's right. I'm at the mall. Tweek is beside me, holding my hand reassuringly. That's perhaps the only reason I've still managed to retain my sanity. What a role reversal. Token and Clyde are here too and with them are their respective girlfriends, Nichole and Bebe, the latter of whom has just asked Tweek for his opinion on the clothing item that I don't know the name of, which she picked up last and tried on in the dressing stall. Apparently, this is their idea of a triple date. Not just Nichole's and Bebe's. Clyde is in on it too. He's was the one to convince me and Tweek to come with them with that whiny voice of his.
"Ah. Ngh. Why ask me, not Clyde what he thinks?"
Bebe giggled. "Because I want a your opinion. That's why you two are here, except Craig would just flip me off."
Oh for fuck's sake. Stereotype much, Bebe? I groan internally and move to my hand to do exactly what Bebe predicted, but Tweek notices and stops me before I can go through with it. It's well known that I've never been the most fashionable of guys (definitely less so than Clyde or Token), and while Tweek's varies more colors of his favorite button-up shirts (which he, as of now, can button corretly most of the time) than the same old olive green one (which I actually like on him most - it goes well with his eye color), it's not like he's some kind of Gianni Versace reincarnation, either. Out of our group, it's the straight guys that care most about their attire. Ironic, isn't it? Well, no, actually it's not.
"Oh. Well, it really flatters you Bebe. Yes, definitely go for it. That's the best one."
"Really? Thank you so much, I love you Tweekers." Bebe grabs Tweek around his shoulders, he flinches a bit but she leans in and kisses his cheek anyway, then goes back to the stalls to remove the top that Tweek just approved for her. After that it Nichole's turn to want Tweek's approval. Rinse and repeat.
The four of us are left in the midst of racks hung with women's clothes. I glare at the sheepish looking Clyde and Token.
"Let's get out of here." Tweek says.
"My man." I give Tweek a grateful look. "Yea, you two should have to deal with your girlfriends shopping for clothes, not us. Meet us at the food court."
"Wait, hold on guys you can't just leave?" Token pleads.
"Why not? Now that Bebe and Nichole have gotten theirs certified gay fashion approval by Tweek, what else should we do here?"
"Well," Clyde starts with his best grin, "you could always buy some panties and stockings for your… kinky purposes."
"Clyde," Token sighs, "for fuck's sake, we are in public!"
The death glare that I'm giving Clyde right now could probably kill. Like, literally, if only I could once again control the power of those blue laser-sparks shooting out of my eyes, which defeated that guinea pirate back then.
"Craig. I know you probably want to kill Clyde right now, but as Token said, we are in public. Too many witnesses. Come on."
"Yea, screw you Clyde. We have better things to do."
"Yea, like a find a room to make out and fuck." Clyde adds, still grinning.
"Exactly. Ngh, that sounds so much better than shopping for women's clothes." Tweek nods.
…
"Craig, where do you want to go?"
"Let's go to the pet store, now that we're here. I need treats for Stripe. Unless you really want to go to a bathroom stall to make out and fuck." I smirk.
"No, those places are gross dude! Let's save that for when we're home."
"You sure you can wait that long?" I whisper in Tweek's ear while nuzzling my temple into his crazy blonde hair and holding him by his waist. We receive some dirty looks from several middle aged men and two unfamiliar jocks who may be few years older than us. Probably Middle Parkers. But I don't give a shit. "I bet you're so horny right now."
"You know it."
"Mmm."
"I still don't want to do that. Germs everywhere…"
"You worry too much."
Tweek doesn't respond further. After a short silence, I decide to change subject.
"Tweek, did you really think those clothes looked that good on Bebe and Nichole?"
"I have no idea man! I guess they looked good enough."
"Really? It sounded a lot more convincing when you told them?"
Tweek looks at me and lifts one eyebrow.
"It's called acting."
Oh. Of course. How could I forget?
Tweek looks contemplative for a while.
"Ever since we started going out… again, girls keep asking me to go shopping with them. As if being gay meant I know everything about fashion. It's so much pressure!" After a short pause, Tweek added: "I guess they don't ask you because you'd just flip them off if they tried."
That's true. Tweek is a lot nicer to people than I am, so in that regard I guess it makes sense. Still, I can't help but think that there are some other factors at work. I have to let that go. We arrive at the pet store.
"You go, I'll be over there."
…
I need to get some caffeine in my system. Badly. I know I'm addicted, and that I should probably further reduce my coffee intake. Even though I'm down to mere six cups a day! How does one even function with less than that!. So I'm faced with a decision: Should I get the gross, disgusting shit coffee from a vending machine that I can drink right now without Craig being any wiser, or get a mediocre one at the food court and have to listen to Craig scolding me about it and telling me how bad caffeine is for me and that he doesn't want me to die on him due to heart attack at an early age of 23, or wait until we're back home and still have to listen to Craig's lectures, but at least get to enjoy a nice, proper cup of delicious, best quality pure arabica coffee from Colombia (Christmas gift from Token. No, it's not spiked with cocaine. Or meth.). I guess I'll…
"Watch where you're going you little bitch!"
"What?! I was just standing here! What's your problem, man?"
Oh god. That was one of those two jocks from earlier, who were eyeballing me and Craig with aversion in their faces. He intentionally bumped into me and now he acts as if it was my fault. He's flanked by his equally as unintelligent-looking buddy and both of them are considerably bigger than me. This is already starting to go wrong and I'm not even being paranoid. I don't want to have to deal with this shit right now. Well, actually I don't want to have to deal with this shit ever. It's so much pressure.
"Oh you wanna know?" He growls with malice in his voice and grabs me by the collar. "Faggots like you, smooching around in public! You think we want to see that?"
"Let go of me!" I grab his hand, yank my collar out of his grip and force his hand away. "We weren't smooching. And if you don't like it, then don't watch, asshole. Now leave me alone."
"Or else what, queer?" He sneers and pushes me back. "What will you do? Gonna tell your boyfriend? Huh? What's it gonna be, fag? Are you gonna suck his dick, too?"
Shit. Why must this happen to me. Unfortunately, these assholes haven't all died out yet. I'm starting to vibrate with anger and anxiety. But if I started throwing punches in the middle of a mall, they would say I started the fight, I'd be arrested and thrown in jail where I would get raped by some gross, fifty years old six foot five, 250 pounds heavy inmate, my parents would have to take out a second mortgage on our house and their business to bail me out, we'd lose all the customers because nobody would ever again want to buy even a tiny cup of black coffee from us if people thought the owners' son was a violent criminal, we'd end up living under a bridge, I'd be expelled from school, and with no education I'd have to sell myself on the streets, or worse, my parents would have to sell me to slavery! Agh! Too much pressure!
Fuck. Now is not the time to flip my shit. I have to find my centre. Calm down Tweek!
I have to play it smart.
"Yea, I might do exactly that. You, on the other hand, can go fuck yourself, you homophobic prick."
"Bitch please. Why is it even called phobia? You think I'm scared of you or your faggot boyfriend?"
"Hmh. I thought you'd be too dumb to know what phobia means. Maybe you're not scared of a fight. Especially with someone smaller than you, huh? That makes you really brave, huh, tough guy? Bullying people that look weaker than you. But I bet you're scared of the idea."
"The fuck are you talking about, you cocksucker?"
"You're afraid of the idea that you might be gay too. Or that someone might think so. You sick fuck. Why else would you care? That makes you the queer!"
He turns beetroot red with rage. I must have struck a nerve right there.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FAG!" I hoped it wouldn't come to this but it seems to have set him off. He swung his right fist at me, but I dodged easily. What a loser. Can't even punch properly. He sends more swings but the behemoth is too clumsy to actually hit me. I dodge another swing and in the right moment, hit him square in the jaw, dropping him. Good thing I took those boxing lessons.
"Tweek watch out!" Craig was rushing to my help. I turn around and see his buddy trying to sneak up on me from behind, but he stops before he gets to me because Craig grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back, making him fall back on the ground.
"Nice work with the big prick. Looks like a TKO to me. Now what about this fucker?"
"Please, don't hurt me, I didn't do anything!" He said, scared now that he's seen his friend didn't fare too well and the odds have turned against him.
"What the hell is going on here?" Shouts one of the mall security guys who have just arrived at the scene. "What are you doing?! Assaulting a customer?! You two are coming with us before the police get here!" Craig flips him off.
Pressure. I bit my lower lip and pull my hair on my nape. Craig takes my hand in his and pulls it away from my hair.
"Tweek, relax. And you! We didn't do anything. Fucking mall cop asshole." Craig adds in lowered voice but loud enough for the mall security guy to hear him and frown. "This piece of shit," Craig tapped his foot against the guy lying on the floor, who was slowly coming to, "started the fight. My boyfriend was just defending himself. And this coward," he pointed at the guy getting up from the floor, "tried to attack him from behind. And all these people were just standing around, recording it on their smartphones, doing nothing to help."
"Is that true?" He asks around.
"Of course it fucking is!" Craig growls.
Considerable number of bystanders who have gathered around to see (and record on their smartphones) the spectacle confirmed to the mall security that Craig and I were telling the truth, who then offered to call the cops and have the guy arrested, but we let it go. This whole situation is already stressful enough for me as it is, no need to make it worse with the infamous South Park police department.
…
"Sorry I didn't come to your help sooner Tweek, I only noticed when he was already going at you."
"It's fine, I can handle myself." I know that, but that doesn't make me feel better.
"I know you can. But still… I'm your boyfriend. It's my job to…"
"Protect me? Craig, I told you, I'm fine! I'm not some scared little pushy." Damn it, that wasn't my intention for Tweek to interpret it like that. At all.
"I know! I didn't mean it like that! But, you know, pressure and all… you don't like that."
"I have to learn how to handle the pressure, Craig! Yea, I don't like it, but I don't like being dependent on others even more."
"But..."
"No buts! Craig, look-"
"Craig, for god's sake, can't you even visit a mall without starting a fight?" Came the disappointed voice of approaching Token, looking pissed right off, Nichole beside him, behind him are Clyde and Bebe, and Jimmy is bringing up the rear. Where did he appear from?
"Hey Jimmy. For your information, mom, I didn't start anything! I didn't even fight, Tweek did!" I put my arm around his shoulders.
"Ngh!"
"And we didn't want to come here in the first place. Some fucking date this is." I'd much prefer a single date to a triple date. And anywhere but here.
"Oh." Token's expression softened.
"He-hey guys, this reminds me of uh-a j-joke. A puh-puh-pair of jumper cables walks into a b-b-baa-r, and the b-b-bartender says, hey, d-don't start anything you two!"
Okay, that was one of Jimmy's better ones, I chuckle and my mood improves a bit.
"That's good." Token snickers. "Well I guess it's okay then."
"What do you mean it's okay? So if Tweek gets into a fight, it's all fine, but not if I do?"
"Craig, don't be an ass. You know you're a troublemaker." Great, now Clyde is giving me bollockings as if I was his delinquent son whom he's just bailing out of a jail. "Unlike Tweek, who is like a precious cinnamon roll in human form." Clyde said sweetly and smiled while ruffling Tweek's hair.
"Gah! Quit it Clyde. And stop telling Craig off all the time. When was the last time he's done anything wrong?"
Good question. I myself even even don't remember. Flipping people off doesn't count. I can't help that, it's in my genes.
…
"Tweek, why didn't you even go with me inside the pet store?"
"Oh. Ngh- I, uhh, it's because I wanted to, uh, …"
"… get a coffee? You know that it's…"
"… bad for my health, my growth, my teeth, my body, causing me too much blood pressure, liable to cause me to have a cardiac arrest at young age." He counted. "Yes, yes, I know all that, but I just need one! Asap." Tweek looks at me with his most effective puppy-dog-eyes and pouty lips face.
Damn it. Those eyes again. I told him not to do that, that it won't work on me, but he knows better (because I lied). What can I possibly do now. I sigh. "Okay. Let's go over to Token's and drain their supplies of fancy rich-people coffee."
"So you just invite yourselves to my house like that." Token deadpans.
"Yep. You drove us here anyway. Objections?"
Token rolled his eyes. He didn't say any, as it would be pointless. He didn't actually mind, but Craig's cockiness was sometimes a bit too much.
…
We're at Blacks', in their fancy-ass island kitchen, equipped with perhaps every appliance known to man, including a five thousand dollar (according to Tweek's estimation) high-end coffee machine of some italian sounding brand name, with which Tweek just finished making his coffee. I'm right behind him, resting my chin on his shoulder.
"Jesus dude, I wish I was as rich as Token. This is so delicious! I could drink this all the time."
"Heh. I guess then I'm glad you aren't as rich as Token. You'd probably drink yourself to death with it and I'd be single for the rest of my life."
Tweek's turns his face to me and his eyes widen.
"You mean… you wouldn't… , if I… if something happened to me… you wouldn't .. you know? Move on?"
"I don't think I could love anybody who isn't you." I say quietly. "You're only one, Tweek."
Is that a tear in Tweek's eye?
"Erk!" I only manage as Tweek turns rapidly and hugs me in a death grip.
"Craig," he giggles. "You're so fucking sappy. I love you too."
"I know Tweek."
"We should go on a proper date. By ourselves. No Clyde, no Token, not anyone else. No fucking shopping at the mall."
"Yeah. I would love to as well Tweek. But where?"
"I have an idea. How about next weekend?"
"All right." I kiss him. So happy.
…
Too many thoughts ran through Craig's head as he lay on the king size bed. He hoped they could go away for a while, what with he and his boyfriend were about to engage in.
They were lingering at Token's house for a while longer, but Craig knew the chances of the two of them staying over were slim, even though the Black's house (or mansion, rather) had many rooms, but they would need more privacy than that, he figured, as night was drawing closer and his boyfriend was giving him serious bedroom eyes. Token and Clyde exchanged knowing looks as Tweek pulled Craig off the leather sofa by his arm, after one of the movies they watched ended.
Now here they were, various pieces of clothing scattered around the room haphazardly, as if thrown away with no grace after being removed with too much haste. Bedside lamp emitted a soft glow. Nothing else mattered, now that his legs were tangled with those of the boy next to him. They were feeling each other up, one of Craig's hands combing through a mess of golden hair, as the noiret and his boyfriend were making out viciously. This was so going much further than that, Craig knew, as he felt the smooth skin that was Tweek's palm, that was until now caressing the area between his ass and the small of his back, being removed from him and heard a sound like rummaging through the contents of the bedside table drawer.
"Tweek!"
Their hands met, for a brief moment Craig averted his eyes from his lover's face, seeing the small bottle of clear liquid and a square package.
Words were unnecessary. It was like they read each others' minds. Tweek poured a generous amount of lube into Craig's presented hand.
Their bodies were pressed close, their erections grinding against each other as Craig pulled them close and his lubed fingers started slowly massaging and teasing Tweek's hole. Soft moan escaped the blond's lips as Craig pushed one finger inside and prodded, looking for the sweet spot that would get his boyfriend to fall apart. Keen gasp let him know that he indeed located that spot and pushed a second finger inside Tweek, then another, starting a scissoring motion to loosen him up. Soft moans turned into desperate ones.
"Craig!"
"Tweek… you're so cute. I want you so much," Craig breathed, his facial expression contoured with an insatiable hunger for the blonde boy.
"Hah! Yes! Do it already Craig! I want you too!"
Craig's lust barely matched Tweek's.
Craig removed his fingers out from Tweek's ass and wiped them off on a towel. Just like he needed, Tweek poured more lube into his palm so he could slick his throbbing erection, already wrapped up by his partner.
Only a moment later he was looming above Tweek. He looked so hot, sprawled there on the bed underneath him, with his wild hair tousled around on the pillow. His slight blush and heavy lidded eyes. His perfect, lean, athletic body. His soft, sensitive skin, covered only in places with thin, tiny, almost nearly invisible blonde hair. Craig spread his smooth legs wide and guided his penis to penetrate his tight, pink ring of muscle with his rock hard member, slowly, lovingly, gently, angling just right as started to sink inside with tiny, slow thrusts, inch after torturous inch...
"Ngh!"
Tweek gasped and moaned as he felt the slight burn of being entered and stretched from inside.
"Oh Tweek." Craig sighed. "You're so beautifully tight!"
Thrust.
"Mmmm. Craig- it f-feels.. ah!... so good… Craig!…"
Thrust.
"Do you love me, Tweek?"
Thrust.
"Yes! I love you! I can't even…" -thrust- "Gah! Explain how much!"
Thrust.
"I love you too Tweek. More than anything." Craig breathes in Tweek's ear, nibbling it gently.
With a final thrust, Craig filled Tweek up with all seven inches of his cock, and stayed deep inside for a while, letting the other boy adjust to his girth, feeling the warmth of the core of his body.
"Craig… please… fuck me now!"
"Okay Tweek." Craig breathes and starts thrusting, grinding against his prostate teasingly, going sloooow on purpose. That's how he gets Tweek to lose it completely . "How do you like that Tweekers?"
"Gah! Go faster babe! Please! Harder!"
Harder, huh? "How harder?"
"Fucking wreck me!"
"Oh, you want that?" Craig teased, still going gently and torturously slow.
"YES!"
With no more teasing, Craig obliged and withdrew almost all the way to the head and slammed back in to fuck his boyfriend exactly the way he wanted it, targeting his P-spot, over and over again, slamming into the vibrating body of the blonde boy roughly, giving him the merciless pounding he asked for, one that would leave him shaking afterwards.
And Tweek was letting out loud, lewd, obscene sounds every time that blinding spot of pleasure inside him was hit, writhing beautifully, pushing his ass up and angling it just right so to meet his boyfriends thrusts and making sure each one was placed just right. His shaky breath in sync, every so often managing to cry out in between breaths and moans:
"God … yes … so good … more … Craig … ngh … haah … more … fuck me!… deeper! … HARDER!"
"Fuck, Tweek …..."
"Craig … fuck! … oh sweet Jesus!"
Craig felt he was close. He wouldn't last much longer with how sexy Tweek was being. Tweek was close too, Craig felt his walls clenching around him, to ride him out, so he started thrusting even faster, and leaned down to kiss Tweek while his lubed hand gripped Tweek's throbbing cock firmly and started stroking him along with his thrusts, his thumb sliding over the sensitive head of his, teasing his slit, helping him over the edge. Not too much later he made Tweek come as hard as ever, his seed coating their chests, few drips even falling in their faces.
Craig followed soon only a few thrusts later, coming whilst inside Tweek, staying hard even after coming, still thrusting slowly to prolong their pleasure.
Completely spent and dripping with sweat, Craig pulled out of Tweek carefully, removing the filled condom off of him, tying a knot on it and throwing it away, too exhausted to give a damn if he missed the trash can and stained the carpet or not.
Craig collapsed on his back, next to his boyfriend, who lay there trembling, feeling satiated and content. Craig wrapped his arm around his shoulders and pulled his vibrating body towards his chest.
"Craig… that was so hot… you were wonderful. I love you so much." Tweek murmured with his head rested on Craig's chest and his eyes closed, in a blissful post-coitus state, feeling slightly sore down there.
"You were wonderful Tweek. I love you too," Craig breathed out, still panting, and kissed the top of Tweek's blonde head.
Ten minutes later, after a 'Let's get cleaned up' from Tweek, Craig let himself be hefted up from the bed by his boyfriend and led reluctantly into shower, not failing to notice that Tweek meanwhile snatched the bottle of lube and a few more condom packets.
"Really? What for?" Craig rolled his eyes, already knowing the answer.
"Round two, babe. We're not done yet, are we?" Tweek answered, slapping Craig's ass to hurry him up.
"Haven't you had enough already?"
"Nope. I want more." Tweek smirks.
"You're insatiable, you sleazy little slut, you know that?" I tease.
"Ooh Craaiig, I love when you talk dirty to me like that," Tweek cooed, nuzzling his head into Craig's neck and groping his ass. Craig felt he was getting hard again. "Come on."
Against all expectations, my boyfriend just had to be a such a horndog. This is going to be hard work. Craig thought gravely.
…
One floor below, Mr. Tweak embraced his wife and noted happily:
"They're so gay."
…
A full hour later, first half of which was spent by Tweek warming Craig up again, then Tweek leaning slightly forward whilst supporting himself with his hands on the edge of washbasin and Craig behind him pounding away, kissing Tweek's nape softly and watching his facial expression of pure, orgasmic bliss in the mirror (and wiping that mirror clean after Tweek came all over it), the second half with taking a bath together, they both emerged from the bathroom, this time both intending to finally hit the hay.
Dressed in pajamas, Craig in his favorite space blue, Tweek in his favorite lime green, they dropped down on the bed, Craig sprawled on his back, Tweek on his side, cuddling into Craig and resting his head on Craig's chest.
Craig, while he wouldn't admit it to anyone, even if they photographed or taped him doing it, above all loved snuggling with his boyfriend. One, he loved his boyfriend, and two, it felt nice and required almost no exertion. An ideal combination then, for someone who liked things nice and boring. Also, Tweek, while not being as insomniac as he used to be, admitted to Craig that it helped him fall asleep, especially if Craig would play with his hair, and would Craig gladly oblige. Tweek's wild, spiky blonde mane was one of his most distinctive features, along with his emerald green eyes. It always smelled nice and fresh of his caffeine (coincidence? No.) shampoo.
…
Craig woke up first. The first thing he noticed were the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. This wasn't his room, but they were a must have even in his boyfriend's room. Said boyfriend, mainly his mane of tousled blonde hair, was the second thing he noticed, as he shifted his head. This was his favorite way of waking up, if there ever was such a thing, he decided sometime early the relatively short time of his renewed romantic relationship with Tweek. These three months they were together were short compared to the seventeen years that Craig has lived, but they seemed like a whole new life to him. Like being born again and experiencing all those joyful firsts all over again, but so much better. Tweek made Craig's life better. They both harbored feelings for each other for a long time, and it took Clyde's mischievous plot to finally bring them together.
However, there was still something that worried Craig. He thought the last night with Tweek would push these thoughts away, and for a while it did. But later, after the sex, they would come back.
At any moment, Tweek could wake up, horny as ever. Tweek loved sex perhaps a little too much. That must have been the "catching up on all the fun they've been missing", as he called it. Not that Craig minded. It was ironic, however, Craig thought, knowing how Tweek is usually anxious about stuff, thinking he'd be worried about STDs and stuff. His libido must have been stronger than his anxieties. Not that they needed to worry about STDs. They were both perfectly healthy, loyal to each other and, before they started sleeping with each other, both virgins. Still, Tweek suggested it would be better to use condoms anyway. Just to be sure.
But that was not the issue.
…
"Kelly Zhou goes a bit more whimsical with 'Craig and Tweek: Moonlight Dance'."
"Awwwww!"
"Dude, what the fuck?!"
"In Yaoi art, the Seme, or top, is usually dominating the Uke, or bottom, as demonstrated in Heather Nishimura's 'Tweek and Craig: Boizu Rabu'."
"Awwwww!" [Clapping].
…
What the fuck indeed. In retrospect, what the fuck was Wendy and those Asian girls who drew that thinking, presenting a drawing of Tweek wearing a pink bow in his hair, and tied up in a pink ribbon? They think it's cute, but I find it kinda .. I don't know. Weird? Disturbing? Tweek isn't girly like that, he's a just a typical guy like me or any other. Well, maybe not all that typical, with his coffee addiction, anxieties and paranoia on one hand, and his frequent training and totally kicking ass in the ring on the other. Obviously, he can't beat them all, so sometimes, when he's not getting the upper hand in a fight, he gets his ass handed to him instead. Whenever I attend his training or fights, I cringe with every hit my boyfriend takes, and always help him patch up afterwards, almost shed a tear every time he gasps sharply as I swat his cuts with peroxide and fix them up.
One of the Asian girls, backed up by the rest of them, actually confronted me once and spat venom at me for being an abusive boyfriend, not believing a word of my defense that I'm not hurting him and he has those bruises from his fights.
"You think I'm that stupid to believe that, Tucker? Why would Tweek fight anyone? Ukes don't do that, they're sensitive and sweet. It's your job as the Seme to protect him! Either you're failing that, or you're being rough with him. You've always been a violent one."
"Yea you are stupid. What the fuck are you even talking about? Tweek has been doing mixed martial arts for years. He gets these bruises every time he has a competition fight. In fact, why don't you ask him?"
"I don't believe that, I've never seen or heard of that. He's obviously scared of you and worried that if he told anyone, you'd hurt him more!"
"Tweek scared of me?! How would I even be able to hurt him? I would never do that, because a) I love him, and b) I wouldn't dare, since his punch is like getting hit by a fucking freight train! And you wouldn't have seen or heard about his fights because you're here only for short exchange every year and this is the first time his competition fights are at the same time as your exchange period."
I flipped them all off before walking away. What the hell is the matter with these girls?
People say we should be grateful for them getting us together, but I think, with the attraction that grew between us over time, we would have gotten together anyway, Asian girls or not. Besides, we have Clyde, our shipper number one. He and Bebe sort of got together at the Yaoi art fair while fawning over the pictures of us. Huh. All that Creek art has been more effective at bringing them together than us, because apart from some short breaks, their relationship has pretty much lasted until now, whilst our 'break', if it can be called that, took six years. Until Clyde helped us two to get back together… is that what they call synergy effect?
Most of the Yaoi art they made depicted me as the Seme and Tweek as the Uke, for some reason. I'll have to do some research about Yaoi myself.
…
Best to start on Wikipedia, the Internet's answer to all the questions. Search: Yaoi. That's a pretty long article. Hmm, a separate paragraph about Seme and Uke. Let's see here.
The two participants in a yaoi relationship (and to a lesser extent in yuri) are often referred to as seme ("top") and uke ("bottom"). These terms originated in martial arts: seme derives from the ichidan verb "to attack", while uke is taken from the verb "to receive" and is used in Japanese gay slang to mean the receptive partner ("bottom") in anal sex.
Well, so far either nothing interesting or nothing I didn't already know. I didn't know the etymology, so that falls into the 'not interesting' category. So I read on.
The seme is generally older and taller with a stronger chin, shorter hair, smaller eyes, and a more stereotypically masculine, and "macho" demeanor than the uke.
Hmm. Older? Check, but only a few months. Taller? Check, almost half a foot. Stronger chin, shorter hair, smaller eyes, all check.
The seme usually pursues the uke, who often has softer, androgynous, feminine features with bigger eyes and a smaller build, and is often physically weaker than the seme.
Well, I didn't really pursue Tweek, it's more like we both found our way towards each other, so, no.
Softer, androgynous, feminine features. Does Tweek has those? And if so, what are they anyway? Shape of his face? His hairstyle (well, it's not really a style, more like a chaos) or hair color? Smaller build, well, he's shorter, but definitely not physically weaker. He's been going to the gym since fifth grade so I'm pretty sure that he's got more muscle strength than me. I'm not exactly a stick guy with spaghetti arms, but too lazy to pick up a dumbbell.
Another way the seme and uke characters are shown is through who is dominant in the relationship - a character can take the uke role even if he is not presented as feminine, simply by being juxtaposed against and pursued by a more dominant, more masculine, character.
How exactly am I more dominant or masculine again? This whole thing is weird! Does any of that really apply on Tweek and me? So far, as our sex life went, Tweek has only bottomed, but what does that have to do with anything? We're not advertising what we do in bed, but it seems that everyone somehow assumes that that – Tweek being the 'Uke' - is the way it is. That it's the way it has to be. That must be what these girls think, always giggling whenever they see Tweek, always trying to get him to be their Gay Best Friend as they approach him, asking him to go shopping for clothes and shoes with them, which he always politely declines, wide eyed and puzzled. Whenever they see me though, all they do is glare daggers at me. I bet to them, I'm just one of those asshole guys who mistreat their better halves. They even tried to persuade Tweek to join the girls in the mass break-up with their boyfriends for fuck's sake, and wouldn't listen when Tweek told them that he and I are both guys and have no reason to break up. I can't decide if their attitude towards me or Tweek is the more annoying one.
…
I keep going these thoughts whenever I think back to our first time. The day Tweek and I have gone all the way. Home run. The moment we both officially lost our virginities. It was only three weeks into our now official relationship, but what can you do when two horny teenage boys, madly in love, totally gay for each other, get even hornier than usual on a Saturday night during a heavy make-out session at what was supposed to be an ordinary sleepover… well, perhaps not all that ordinary. Tweek invited me to his home, saying both his parents are away so we'd be free to do anything without being disturbed, and I just knew by his intonation that this was something else. It doesn't take a genius to find the answer of that equation. I was mentally prepared for anything and Tweek must have felt it, and while I had high hopes, I didn't actually expect that. And we didn't even discuss who would do what. We just both seemed to anticipate where things were going, and went with it. It was like already back then we had this almost telepathic link. Tweek pinned me down on the bed and took control of things. Everything felt so right, so good - no, amazing, there was not one thing I could protest about coming to my mind. I actually though he was going to penetrate me, but the next thing I knew I was wrapped up, slicked with lube and … oh my God.
We talked about it later. Tweek felt ready, I felt ready, and Tweek felt that I felt ready, so he wanted to finally do it. Then he told me, he didn't expect that I'd want to be receiving, so he prepared himself fully that he'd do it, and that god damn was that a good decision. It was the best feeling in the world, Tweek described, like a series of amazingly powerful jolts running through his entire body, a sensation that brings one to orgasm harder than a guy could otherwise achieve. But not only did I enjoy it too, I felt so proud I could make Tweek feel like this. And because I wanted to satisfy my man every time just like that, we kept to our pitcher/catcher roles. But it got me thinking: So, I already knew before this that being on the receiving end of gay sex must most likely feel really good. After all, if it didn't, why else would anyone want to do it? But actually hearing it from my own boyfriend how amazing it is, sparked my curiosity. Should I try some play with my own butthole, to see what it's really like? Should we, maybe … switch it up sometimes?
And that's where my worries stemmed from. What if it changes me somehow? What if, after I try it, I will no longer be the same person, the same old, stoic, brooding, mysterious Craig Tucker? What if someone finds out? Especially the Asian girls? Am I going to become the 'Uke'? The cute boy that girls gush and giggle over, ask him to go shopping with them for clothes and shoes, one they see as sensitive and sweet (or, say, girly?), as 'one of their own'? Would it compromise my masculinity? Would I be able to handle that? And how the hell does the always-worrying-about-something Tweek handle it, if it's true that everyone seems to take for granted that he's the 'Uke' and if he realizes that?! Two conflicting voices clashed for a fierce battle inside my mind.
- I'm Craig Tucker, I'm supposed to give not a single fuck about what anyone else thinks! I know I'll like it, so I should stop overthinking it and just go for it and ask Tweek to fuck me! Hell, I'm already hard just thinking about it!
- It's emasculating, Craig. Don't do it.
- It's not! Tweek does it, and it's not emasculating him anyhow, nor any of the guys starring in gay porn, and millions other guys around the world. Besides, this is not some Yaoi fairy-tale for girls by girls, all with that Seme and Uke structure. This is the real world, where these things don't matter. Right?
- Wrong! Think about all the stupid people asking the same old question, "Who's the 'girl'?" and the more informed people asking "Who's the bottom?"! The reason the Japanese do the Yaoi the way they do is because that way it reflects the reality, Craig. A couple must have its feminine and masculine roles. Like Yin and Yang. That's how it works. Don't be the feminine one.
- No, that's not true! It doesn't have to be that way. We're both guys!
- You're more of a guy, Craig. Keep it that way!
- Am I really? What if we're equal on that part? Or, what if Tweek is the more of a 'guy'?
- Then I definitely must not do it! If I'm that insecure, I can't allow something like that to happen! Let Tweek take the dick up the ass, he's not complaining after all.
- But that's so demeaning! And I'm not insecure! I will still be just as much of a guy as I was before if I do it and give zero fucks about what everyone thinks afterwards!
- Think about your reputation. Think about your friends! What would Clyde and Token say if they knew?
- They must realize one of us is receiving. They probably think it's Tweek, like everyone else. They aren't treating him any different than me!
- That's not true, Craig. You know they are much nicer to him than you.
- And that's a bad thing? They are nicer to him because he's a nicer person; I'm kind of an asshole.
- They don't treat him like a real guy, Craig.
"Bullshit!" Fuck, fuck, fuck! I said that out loud! I couldn't keep it contained, could I?
"Craig?" Oh, good going me. I woke him up. I'm really an asshole, am I not?
"Morning Tweekers. Sorry about that. Slept well?"
"I always do with you." Well, if Tweek thinks I'm an asshole, he sure doesn't show it. Instead he presses a soft kiss on my lips.
"Craig, what were you yelling about? What's bullshit?"
"It's nothing, Tweek. Nothing important." I try my best to tell a little white lie.
"Craig, you know I don't buy that. Come on. Talk to me." Damnit Tweek. Am I that easy for you to read?
"I can't. You'll laugh or think I'm stupid. Probably both."
"What if I promise I won't?"
"No, you will, trust me."
"Fine, so maybe I will. You should tell me anyway. You know, communication is the key for successful relationship," Tweek concludes, circling my chest with his index finger teasingly. Ugh, damn this cliché statement.
"Tweek, it's… kinda personal, and… possibly embarrassing." Possibly. Oh hell, I could already feel my ears redden.
"Well, who else then could you tell, if not me?"
"I could tell nobody. So that nobody will laugh at me?"
"Very smart, Craig. Fine, I'll drop it. For now."
"Good. Ready for breakfast."
"Yeah, sure, but first..." he grips my morning wood under the duvet and smirks. "We'll have to do something about that."
Here we go again…
"Um… I'm kinda tired Tweek."
"Let me take care of it, you don't have to do any work." Tweek says, as he gets on top of me and straddles my thighs. My heart starts beating rapidly. Is he intending to do what I think he is?
"You're gonna…?"
"Ride you. Yeah, what were you thinking?"
Oh. And I thought now would be the time it would happen. I really did. Does he actually not want to top? Or does he still think I wouldn't want to bottom? When we talked about that, I neither confirmed nor denied it. But I guess I'm not ready to be taken like that. Yet. If I really want to bottom, I'm gonna need some advice. But from whom if not from Tweek?
"Aaaaahh…!" I immediately forget about everything else because Tweek takes me in his mouth. But he'll go further than that. I know he will. For him, oral is just a kind of a foreplay.
…
We come down to kitchen where we're met with a not-so-pleasant surprise.
"Morning, boys." My dad greets us with his warm voice.
"Sit down you two lovebirds, you must be exhausted. Already so busy in the morning, aren't you?" my mom smiles. "I'll make you some breakfast. What would you like, eggs, bacon, pancakes, cereals? You two need a lot of nutrients…"
"Hi, mom, dad. … ? Ngh. You… you two are home? I thought you weren't coming home before Sunday afternoon?" I start to vibrate.
"No sweetie, we actually got back yesterday late in the evening."
"You two were making quite a noise last night," my dad adds. Shit! I thought we'd be home alone.
"Gah! You heard us?!" I redden a bit. Yeah, I like sex, but this is the kind of conversation I don't want to have with my parents. Pressure!
"Sweetie, it's ok, you don't need to be ashamed!" I start to pull my hair, but Craig stops me.
"We were once young and wild too, weren't we." Dad smiles at my mum. Oh god no no no.
"Gah!Idon'twannahearaboutyoursexlifewhenyoutwowereyoungagain! Or talk about ours." I add half to myself, but they hear me.
"That's okay hun, just promise us you're always being safe."
"Don't worry Mrs. Tweak, we are." Craig puts his arm around my shoulders as he answers for us with a polite smile.
"You are such a sweetheart Craig. I'm happy that Tweek has you for a boyfriend." My mom gushes and reaches to stroke Craig's hair. That looked ridiculous. He's almost a foot taller than her. "Now sit. You must be hungry."
…
"You boys do the dishes."
Agh. Why? Oh well. If I do this chore, maybe my dad would be more compliant…"
…
"Dad, can I please borrow the car for the next weekend?" Tweek asks all of a sudden. Next weekend? For our date? What is he planning if he needs to drive us there?
"Only if you promise not to get any more speeding tickets. You always drive like your ass is on fire."
"That's because it-OW!" Tweek smacks me in the arm before I finish it.
"You shouldn't have bought such a fast car then. But I promise, I wont get any tickets. And I'll fill up the tank too!"
"Well, where do you need to go anyway? You don't need to take the car if you want to get to the mall or somewhere like that."
"Argh, God no, not the mall."
"Where then?"
"Um… Denver, actually."
Denver? That's two hours of driving. Tweek, what are your intentions?
"Why do you need to go to Denver Tweek? I don't think you should be driving that far, I don't know…"
"It's, um, for our date, actually."
"Aaaah, okay then son. You don't have to pay for the gas though. Here, I'll give you some money." Mr. Tweak gets several fifty dollar bills from his wallet and gives them to Tweek. "That should be enough to get you from here to Denver and back.
"Thank you Dad!"
…
"See you round Tweekers." I kiss my boyfriend goodbye as I'm about to head out his front door.
"You sure you don't want me to walk with you?"
"No babe, I'm not going home yet, I, uh-I need to take care of something first." Damn, my ears redden a bit. That was not supposed to happen and of course, Tweek notices.
"What is it? Should I be worried?"
"Of course not! It's nothing important. Really." Well, I'm not being entirely honest, but this isn't for Tweek to worry about, I think.
"All right. I love you."
"Love you too." One more kiss, then I depart. I'm going in the opposite direction then I would if I was going home, but I need to talk to someone. We're not exactly friends, but I estimated that when it comes to sex, from all the people I know, he's the most qualified to answer my questions and keep quiet about it. But he lives on the other side of the town, in the poor people neighborhood.
…
Tweek wasn't liking this. Craig seemed kinda secretive. Should he follow him? That's kind of a dick move, is it not? Following him secretly like that, Tweek thought. Not being paranoid wasn't Tweek's MO, but he trusted Craig, he knew Craig wouldn't cheat on him or anything like that, but what if it was some personal matter that he wanted to take care of, one thing lead to another, it would result in a fight, things got out of hand and Craig got hurt? Or killed! That does it. Tweek was going to go after him.
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So sorry for taking so long to write another chapter. If there's interest, there are more to come.