They're still here. We're picking up right where we left off last time. I'm hoping to get some Craig/Tweek fluffiness in this chapter as well.
Chapter 3 – Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Tweek decided to get up from his own seat and sit next to Craig in his chair, knowing it would help him calm down. Just like how Craig managed to keep Tweek calm just by being near him, the same seemed to be true for the other way around. As Tweek sat down next to him, Craig gave him an appreciative smile.
Over the years, Craig had become somewhat of an introvert. He preferred to only hang around his friends, and not many other people. Tweek was pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that as they got older, he became more handsome, and girls wouldn't stop swarming him. It made him feel uncomfortable being around so many people, and Tweek could relate.
Leaning over, Craig leaned over and gave Tweek a kiss on the cheek. Tweek blushed and pressed further against him.
"Get a room, you two!" Cartman called from where he sat, stuffing a hotdog in his face.
"I would love to," Craig sneered at him, "But unfortunately there's only one bedroom." Blushing even harder, Tweek buried his face in Craig's arm.
"What are your guys' sleeping arrangements?" Token asked Stan, "I assume one of you is sleeping on the floor? Or did you manage to squeeze three of you onto a bed?"
"Fuck you, Token!" Cartman snarled at him, "I don't take up that much room!"
"Actually, I kind of like the idea of three of us sharing a bed," Kenny interjected, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Stan and Kyle gave him a look.
"No!" they both growled at the same time. Kenny chuckled, holding his hands up in defeat.
"Fine, I'll sleep with fatass," he said. Cartman glared at him but said nothing.
The group fell into a momentary silence as they focused on their meals. Craig pulled his stick out of the fire, revealing a perfectly roasted marshmallow. He stared at it for a moment before swinging it over in front of Clyde.
"Here, Clyde, shove this in your face," he ordered. Clyde looked at him as if he were crazy or something.
"Don't you want to eat it?" he asked.
"No, I hate marshmallows," Craig replied.
"Then why did you-? Never mind," Clyde sighed, pulling the marshmallow off the end of the stick. Without hesitation, he popped it in his mouth, sighing with pleasure as he chewed.
"Don't get an orgasm, Clyde," Craig murmured as he put another marshmallow on the stick.
"Fuck off, Craig," Clyde mumbled, his mouth still full.
Tweek pressed closer to Craig as he looked around the group. Kenny caught the five marshmallows on his stick on fire. He blew out the flames before shoving all five in his mouth, and his eyes started to water. Cartman had made a triple decker s'more and was currently trying to figure out how to take a bite. Stan had caught his marshmallow on fire and was trying to get Kyle to eat it. Token was the only one not eating a marshmallow. Instead, he was roasting some fancy, expensive treat Tweek had never heard of. Everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves, and Craig was shoving another marshmallow in Clyde's face.
Tweek gently pulled on his boyfriend's sleeve, and Craig looked at him. "I'm getting tired, Craig," he murmured quietly.
Craig immediately dropped his stick and stood up, taking Tweek with him. With a quick good night to the others, Craig led the way back into the cabin. They got ready for bed, with Craig choosing to go outside to spit instead of using the sink.
The two climbed into bed together, and Tweek immediately snuggled up to Craig, tucking his face gently into his neck. He smiled as he felt Craig's hand softly run through his hair, with his other arm wrapped around his waist.
"You sleepy, boo?" Craig asked.
"Actually, I'm not really tired," Tweek confessed, blushing, "I just wanted some alone time with you."
Craig chuckled softly as he tucked his hand under Tweek's chin and lifted up his face so he could kiss him. Eagerly, Tweek squirmed his way on top of Craig and kissed him deeper. He felt Craig's arms wrap around his waist and pulled him closer. They kissed over and over, and at some point Tweek managed to get his tongue into Craig's mouth.
As they continued their kissing, Tweek suddenly felt Craig's hands under his shirt, and gently running up his sides. Tweek shivered at the sensation and kissed Craig harder. They gently felt each other as they kissed, and Tweek wasn't sure if either of them were really aware of what they were doing. He found his own hands finding their way under Craig's shirt and carefully lifting it over his head. Craig moved and started undoing the buttons on Tweek's shirt and pulled it off of him.
When the shirts were off, Tweek quickly swooped back down, kissing Craig hungrily. Craig ran his hands up Tweek's chest, then wrapped his arms around his neck. They kissed deeply and passionately, and just when Tweek thought of maybe taking it a bit further, they heard the cabin door open, and the two quickly sprang apart before Token and Clyde came into the room. Tweek was shyly buttoning his shirt back up as Token kicked the door open.
"Huh, I thought you two would be asleep by now," he noted.
"Well, we would have been if you guys hadn't just rudely woken us," Craig lied, pulling his shirt down over his head. Clyde stepped into the room behind Token, a confused look on his face. He looked like he wanted to ask what Tweek and Craig had been doing, but decided not to.
Tweek watched as Token and Clyde got into bed before snuggling himself up against Craig. He sighed with content when he felt Craig wrap his arms around and pull him close. He waited until the lights went out before gently scrambling on top of Craig.
"Good-night, Craig," Tweek whispered as he laid his head down on his chest, "I love you." Craig's arms tightened around him and he felt him kiss the top of his head.
"Good-night, boo," Craig whispered back.
Sighing, Tweek fell asleep to the sound of Craig's heartbeat.
…
Despite being together for seven years, Tweek and Craig had never had sex. The closest they had ever gotten was one summer night before the eleventh grade when it was particularly hot. They were curled up in Craig's bed together when the power went out while they slept. They woke up the next morning in a puddle of sweat, and decided to take a shower together, which turned into a really heavy make out session. But that was it.
It was what Tweek was reflecting on when he woke up in the middle of the night and was unable to fall back asleep. He had sort of been hoping to take his and Craig's relationship to the next level for a while, but it seemed like every time he tried to initiate something more something or someone kept getting in the way.
Tweek had a feeling that Craig would be willing to go further with him. He never seemed to resist or object. In fact, Craig seemed just as eager as Tweek was.
Why did Token and Clyde have to walk in? Tweek had been sure they would've stayed outside a lot longer. Annoyed and still unable to sleep, Tweek carefully got up and went out to the little kitchen.
He didn't care if it wouldn't help him sleep, he started brewing himself a pot of coffee. He tried to stop relying on it to calm himself down, but sometimes it was the only way to get the shadows to go away. Tweek yawned loudly as he waited for the pot to finish. He was just pouring himself a mug when he heard something behind him.
"Tweek?" Craig's soft voice sounded, careful so he wouldn't startle his boyfriend, "What are you doing awake?"
"NNG! I couldn't sleep," Tweek confessed quietly. He took a small sip of his coffee and turned to Craig. "What are you doing up?"
"Well, I woke up and you were no longer on top of me, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Craig explained as he walked over, "Were you having night terrors again?" Tweek shook his head.
"No, I haven't had those in quite a few years," he replied, "Thank God. I was just having trouble falling back asleep is all."
Craig nodded and walked over to stand next to him. As a kid Craig didn't really drink coffee, but as he got older he learned to tolerate it, mostly for Tweek's sake. He reached up and opened the cupboard above them, pulling out the special mug Clyde had gotten him for Christmas when they were twelve.
There was a rather funny story behind the mug. It had thick rainbow stripes across it and the words "Nobody knows I'm gay" written on it. That had been the year with the most drama for Craig and Tweek's relationship, where a new girl named Jess had seduced Craig into going out with her. But when he broke up with her and got back together with Tweek, she, along with most of the other girls in school, believed he only did it out of pity, and not because he had actual feelings for Tweek. When Clyde saw the mug in the store, he found it hilarious how perfectly it fit Craig's situation and got it for him. Craig didn't find it nearly as hilarious as Clyde did, but he continued to use it anyway. (And in retaliation for this joke, the next year Craig got Clyde a T-shirt with a buff looking man on it that said "I could look like this, but I love tacos.")
Pouring himself some coffee, Craig turned to Tweek. "You're not nervous or troubled by what we almost did, are you?" he asked. Tweek flinched a little, and his eye twitched. Craig had always been pretty good at reading him.
"M-Maybe a little," he admitted, "GNNG! I mean, I know we haven't really discussed it, about going further, b-but I would… you know… like to at some point. With you." He felt himself blushing and he looked down at the floor.
Craig chuckled slightly and put an arm around him, pulling him closer. "Yeah, it's a little hard to talk about, isn't it?" he said, pressing a gentle kiss to Tweek's forehead, "I've wanted to take it further as well, but I want it to be spontaneous, you know? I mean, I want to be prepared, but I don't really want to set like a date and time as if it's some sort of chore or task that we have to get out of the way or something."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tweek agreed, "I-I'd rather it be romantic and junk like that." Craig couldn't help but laugh at Tweek's choice of words.
They pressed together and were quiet for several minutes, just enjoying each other's company. But eventually, Craig felt he had to ask.
"So… who gets to top?"
Tweek spat out the coffee he had been sipping. "J-Jesus! I don't know, man!" he exclaimed, "Why would ask me something like that? It's too much pressure!"
Craig chuckled and wrapped his arms around Tweek, pulling him in close. "Geez, calm down, Tweek," he murmured, pressing his face into the blonde's hair, "I don't actually care. I was just messing with you."
Tweek shivered, but leaned into the embrace. "Y-Yeah, I know," he lied. He heard Craig laugh softly, but he decided not to call him out on this. They fell silent again as Craig gently held Tweek in his arms. Eventually, though, he sighed.
"We should probably try get back to sleep," Craig suggested.
"Is it all right if I lay on top of you?" Tweek asked, blushing slightly. Craig smiled gently at him and kissed his cheek.
"Of course, boo," he murmured to him. They kissed each other briefly before returning to the bedroom. Tweek gently rested on top of Craig, listening to his heartbeat.
That mug and T-Shirt are real, just so you know. I burst out laughing when I saw the mug because it just fit Craig's situation in Paranoia so perfectly. It also made for a good Segway for some exposition.