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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Craig_Tucker/Tweek_Tweak
  Character:
      Craig_Tucker, Tweek_Tweak, Clyde_Donovan, Token_Black, Jimmy_Valmer,
      Kenny_McCormick, Wendy_Testaburger
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, High_School, Riding, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-18 Updated: 2017-12-20 Chapters: 6/? Words: 6792
****** Space Case ******
by Nichu
Summary
     Alone in the Tweak household, the boys take advantage of having the
     house to themselves.
     (And other misadventures)
Notes
     I have not written in years. I have really REALLY wanted to, but
     could never get anything more than a few sentences soon deleted out
     onto the word page.
     Having recently fallen back down the rabbit hole of Creek and having
     read some EPIC fics, I wanted to contribute.
     Didn't think about a title for this work, so it is subject to change.
     Without further ado~
See the end of the work for more notes
***** So quiet *****
As per usual, the house was empty; save for the two boys sat upstairs that had
embraced the vacancy of the home. Craig Tucker sat on the edge of his
boyfriend’s bed, said boy currently settled comfortably betwixt the elder’s
legs.
Tweek fumbled with Craig’s belt and button; jumping when a sudden vibration
came from a phone on the side table, “Ngh!” Craig let out a soft laugh as he
reached for his phone, “W-who was it?”

“Clyde,” Craig didn’t so much bother with a reply as he did turning his phone
on silent before tossing it back onto the bed behind him and turning his
attention back to his lovely blonde, “Don’t worry about it, honey, I turned it
off, just us now.” he ran a hand through Tweek’s hair in reassurance.
Tweek straightened his back as he rose up to meet Craig for a kiss; his hands
still working on opening his pants. Craig cupped cupped Tweeks face with his
right hand, his left resting on the edge of the bed by his thigh.
Letting out a shuddering breath against wet lips, Craig couldn’t hold back a
low whine when Tweek began fisting his cock. The blonde stole a quick last kiss
before sinking back down between the noirette’s legs.
Craig sucked in a breath as Tweek took the head of his cock in his mouth. He
let out a long breathy moan and carded a hand through the blonde hair currently
bobbing in his lap, “Babe…”
Tweek pressed his thumb into the vein on the underside and base of Craig’s
cock, his mouth working it’s way down the shaft, “Mmm fuck, don’t choke
yourself…” Tweek couldn’t help but smile a little at that comment. Through his
own self discovery, Tweek’s gag reflex was nonexistent and he was about to show
his hidden ability off.
Needing to reposition his free hand to just behind himself on the bed, Craig
was close to falling back, “Augh, babe!” the fingers of his right hand tangled
into and pulled at the yellow hair he’d been stroking with encouragement just
moments before.
The feeling of Tweek’s teeth grazing his flesh in a tantalizing way as he
pulled the cock from his throat caused Craig’s body to shiver. He glanced down
to witness his boy utterly worshipping his junk.
Those hands that normally shook were steady as can be with one wrapped around
the base of his cock and the other massaging his balls, “T-tweek…” their eyes
met for a moment, Tweek letting his lashes flutter down to focus on giving the
dick at his mercy a long and firm lick.
Tweek kept his right hand on the shaft, his left coming by his head to brush
hair from his face so it wouldn’t get in the way of his shallow sucks. Though
he was incredibly nervous before, Tweek was full of confidence. They’d done
this many times before already and through Craig’s praises, he knew each time
his skill level had increased.
Craig’s hips were straining. He wanted so badly to thrust up into the heat of
his boyfriend’s mouth, but he wanted to show some self restraint. Tweek, being
the little devil that he was, had pulled away and used his hand and cool breath
to tease the wet organ in his control, “Fuck!”
Tweek welcomed the shower of cum on his face; licking his lips and kissing the
tip while he continued to pump as much seed as he could from his lover. It was
short lived, however, as Craig grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and
dragged him up to a deep kiss.
They fell back onto the bed and Tweek squirmed above him as Craig licked his
face clean. The elder rolled them over and kissed down his mate’s jawline to
his throat while palming at his jeans. It was clear that Craig wasn’t about to
leave Tweek hanging with no release; that would be rude.
Tucker always seemed more experienced with stuff like this. Tweek could barely
use both hands let alone one to do anything about getting clothing out of the
way. Craig insists that he’s only ever been with him and chalks it up to his
natural sleight of hand, “C-craig.. Nngh”
He was already hard again; his length pressed against the other’s now that it
was free. Craig, after leaving a sizeable hickey, returned to tango with teeth
and tongues. He sucked Tweek’s lower lip into his mouth in a loving nibble as
Tweek wrapped his arms around Craig’s shoulders.
Tweek moaned into another kiss before their foreheads came together as Craig
pushed the boy’s jeans further down his thighs to have more access and less
zipper defence. Their heavy breathing filling the otherwise quiet room.
It never failed to turn him on that Tweek was always bare underneath. Though it
may have bothered his boy immensely, Craig silently thanked these Underpants
Gnomes every time. Certainly saved some effort by letting him get right to it.
One of Tweek’s favorite things was the fact that Craig had large hands. The boy
was taller than him, so of course many other parts of his love were to be
bigger as well. Not only were they big, but his fingers were long; he could
easily hold both of their cocks together, “Nngh...ah, Craig please!”
Tweek was beginning to squirm again and Craig couldn’t help it when the corner
of his mouth curled up into a smirk. Deciding to return the favor, the noirette
shifted down and before Tweek could realise what was happening, his throat was
letting a strangled moan out.
Craig alway came prepared. He dug his fingers into the pocket of his jeans,
after a bit of struggle thanks to the fact that they had sagged some in their
play, and produced a sample size bottle of lube.
Fingers curled in to grip the bed sheets by his head, his legs spreading as
best he could with his pants still stuck around his thighs. Tweek’s breath
hitched when a slick finger was pressed against him.
His head was swimming; Craig’s mouth was on his dick and a finger was wriggling
its way into him. Soon it was two and Tweek was losing his mind, “Augh, GOD!
Cra-nngh!!” unlike his lover, Tweek could not stop his hips from bucking.
Tweek began to rotate his upper half to one side. Craig had pulled back to
watch his boy come undone with just the use of his hand, “Is this good, baby?”
It was music to his ears listening to the wanton sobs that forced their way out
of Tweek’s very soul when his fingertips milked that sweet spot.
“Ahhnnn, Craig please! It-it’s too much presSURE!” Craig had leaned into him,
his mouth hovering just by the boy’s ear to let out lewd moan, “Tweeky,
darling~” he bit his lip and purred into that ear again, “Come for me, sweet
honey… just let it go.”
As if a switch had been pressed or the password to the barricade had been
spoken, Tweek saw stars. The cup of his loins that had been filling had finally
overflowed and with a throaty groan, Tweek had come hard.
He’d curled into his bed shortly after Craig had moved up to hover over him, so
his stomach had gotten the brunt of the paintjob; his bed below him picking up
the rest. He shook when Craig took his hand away, but moaned again when that
hand was wrapped around his sensitive cock. Just as he had done to Craig, so
did Craig do unto him until nothing was left.
Falling down beside him, Craig pulled Tweek close and nuzzled into his nape
while Tweek took his messy hand and lapped up his own come, “Craig…” his voice
cracked a little, “Yes, honey?”
“There’s something digging into my ribs…” they shifted a bit so Craig could get
whatever intrusive object was causing the light of his life to experience
discomfort and once it was freed, the boys couldn’t help but swallow when they
saw what it was.
Thin and shiny black with a little apple insignia on the back. Craig flipped it
around and saw that a call had just ended, “W-what does that mean!?” Tweak
began to shake and Craig bit his lip, “...Shit.”
 
---
***** Hello Mr. Donovan *****
Chapter Summary
     Clyde just wants some attention
Chapter Notes
     So glad to get back into writing. A fire has been lit within me and I
     am much appreciative of anyone that reads and comments.
     This is what happened on the otherside
     Enjoy <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
<<Clyde: Hey man, what’s up?>>
 
The text was simple and although Clyde was 99.25% certain that Craig was with
Tweek right now, he still opted to attempt a conversation with his best friend.
A check mark appeared next to the text bubble indicating that Craig had seen
the text, “Oh! There’s hope, yet!” he waited with bated breath to see the words
“...Typing”, but to no avail.
Like an ignored puppy, Clyde deflated and dropped his phone unceremoniously
onto his cluttered desk in favor of his computer mouse.
Clicking onto facebook, the young teen began scrolling through his news feed to
see what was happening around South Park. He gave some reactions to posts and
occasionally found something to add a simple “lol” to.
There was an advert for a special on a new flavor latte at the Tweak Bros Cafe,
“White Chocolate Salted Caramel Mocha?” he looked at the comments and saw most,
if not, all of the people in the thread were girls screaming about how amazing
it was. He shrugged and decided that maybe, if it’s still available the next
time he goes, he’d give it a try.
Having caught up on his feed already, Clyde clicked on over to YouTube to see
about any updates on his subscribed channels. There were a few new videos, but
before he could bring up the content, his phone started singing You’re My Best
Friend by Queen.
Suddenly his computer meant nothing as Clyde grabbed for his phone and his
[Answer]. He was about to greet Craig when a sudden and rather breathy, ‘C-
craig.. Nngh’ reached his ears.
Clyde was frozen in his seat, his breath held and heart thrumming in his chest.
What he did next would leave himself questioning his choice for hours after,
but before that he gingerly placed his phone down on his desk and pressed
[Speaker].
He worried his bottom lip between his teeth as the sounds of Tweek’s labored
breathing and soft moans filled the room. He was thankful that no one else was
in the house.
Pushing his chair away from the desk, Clyde swallowed. He should really end the
call. There was a distant squeaking of a mattress in the background and
alongside Tweek’s voice were the few encouraging words from Craig himself.
Before he could convince himself to be the good person he tries to be, Clyde
was palming his trousers. He bit down on his knuckles and his hips twitched
upward, ‘Augh, GOD! Cra-nngh!!’
Clyde nearly ripped his pants open, his fat cock springing free and loving the
attention as he dragged his foreskin tight to his balls. His hips bucked up
into his hand and his teeth sunk deeper into his knuckles.
‘Is this good, baby?’ Clyde nodded furiously when Craig spoke. His breath was
hot against the wet on his hand, the slight taste of copper teasing his tongue
as he fucked into his hand.
‘Ahhnnn, Craig please! It-it’s too much presSURE!” Clyde couldn’t agree with
Tweek more, ‘Tweeky, darling~’ there was a slight melody to Craig’s voice,
‘Come for me, sweet honey… just let it go.’
Clyde’s body shook as his cum spurted out between his fingers. His head was
light as all he could picture was his two friends spooning together, well spent
and now exhausted. He took a moment before moving back to his desk where he
promptly hung up.
Kicking away again, Clyde relaxed into his chair. He’d wiped his hand on his
jeans and just breathed.
“...Well shit.”
Chapter End Notes
     Was short, but I hope it was good.
     More to come.
     Please let me know if there is anything I could do better when it
     comes to writing people more true to themselves.
     Thank you again!
***** Blunt and to the point *****
Chapter Summary
     Just another day in the life of Tweek Tweak
Chapter Notes
     Woo, three chapters out in one night.
     I am going to leave it like this and go get some rest.
     Hopefully this chapter will be alright as it is mainly a filler. Will
     definitely have to update tags tomorrow to include other characters
     that will be in this.
     If you happen to like this story thus far, please do me a huge favor
     and leave a comment in the comment box down below!
     Much love!
It had taken a lot to get Tweek to calm down enough for Craig to figure out
what that end call was all about.
He looked at the duration of the call and swallowed hard. Clyde had heard it
all… He HAD to have, there was no way, with how obsessive that man was with his
phone, there was no way that Clyde DIDN’T hear them.
That would make for awkward conversation tomorrow morning at school, “O-oh GOD!
I can’t go to school tomorrow! Nng, maybe never leave this house -ack! How can
I possibly face Clyde!?” Craig pinched the bridge of his nose when Tweek’s mind
seemed to have caught up with what he’d already deduced.
“Honey, you’ll be fine.” here came the puppy eyes, “H-how can you be certain?”
Craig sighed, “Because, babe, Clyde is my best friend; and he likes you… and
supports us, there is no way he’d say anything!”
His words seemed to have convinced the anxiety ridden boy enough to calm down
for the rest of the night; or at least he’d hoped. Tweek hadn’t brought it up
again, but that could’ve just been because Craig had gotten his mind off of it
by dragging him downstairs for some coffee and tv.


As he predicted, their morning meetup was indeed awkward. Clyde couldn’t look
at either of them and Tweek was more twitchy than he normally was around them.
Craig sighed and rolled his eyes and thanked the gods when Token joined them,
“Mornin’ fellas… uh, what’s-”
Token closed his mouth when Craig had given him a dead stare and a slow shake
of his head, “Okay, then… Hey, Tweek-”
“ACK!” the blonde screeched at the mention of his name, and looked terrified
for a moment before paying attention to Token, “Y-yes?”
Giving his friend a look, the kind of look that said “okay something’s up, but
i don’t wanna know… at least not right now”, Token continued his conversation,
“That new coffee seems to have turned all of the girls in town in a cult.”
The boys glanced around the hall and noticed that nearly every female held a
cup of Tweak coffee in their hands, “That is some sick marketing; I just hope
whatever your parents plan on following that up with doesn’t cause their new
customers to riot.”
Tweek ran a hand through his hair, still shaking a bit as he did, “Th-that was
actually my idea…”
“Wow, really? I’ve seen so many positive reviews on it, man, I wanna try it!”
Clyde had actually perked up and spoke to the blonde, “Yeah, I’ve uh… I’ve
actually asked some of the girls for their opinions and so I crafted together
what I thought would be the best drink.”
The boys were grinning at him with pride, “Spoken like a true alchemist,
Tweek!” he hadn’t been expecting them all to give him a pat on the back, so
when the bell had rung, Tweek hadn’t noticed right away.
“Time to go, Tweek, I will see you in fourth period, kay?” Craig gave him a
quick kiss on the lips before walking off to his first class of the day.
Soon, the blonde was left with just Clyde who had been watching the noirette
leave, “C-clyde? W-we’ll be late for study hall…” Tweek didn’t know what the
other was thinking, but it seemed that Token had a hint as he’d rolled his
eyes, “See you at lunch, guys, I don’t wanna be late for gym.”
The second warning bell sounded and caused Tweek to scream and Clyde to snap
out of his daze, “SHIT,” he’d grabbed onto Tweek’s hand and pulled him along as
they raced for their first period.


As luck would have it, the two made it to class on time, and were even able to
get some seats in the back of the room. Tweek didn’t want to admit that he
actually didn’t want to sit with Clyde today, let alone be at school, so he
simply sucked it up and sat down.
For most of the period, Clyde tried to do some of his homework, but his mind
kept falling on to the boy next to him. Finally, he flipped to a blank page of
his notebook and started to write something down.
He slid the notebook over to Tweek, who’d let out a short shriek after reading
what was on the paper. They shared a glance and Tweek took a big drink of
coffee from his thermos that he always carried with before taking the pencil
offered to him by Clyde.
The two continued on like this for several minutes, passing notes back and
forth since the service in that room was absolute garbage so texting would’ve
been useless. Both boys were thankful that no one paid them any mind; everyone
else was doing their own thing, be it actually studying or simply goofing off.
Tweek’s face had been burning while Clyde had a slight redness to his cheeks.
The brunette couldn’t believe that he was actually having a conversation,
albeit through pen and paper, with the boy sat next to him about the topic that
had been stuck in his brain since the previous night.
‘Are you telling me that you’  there was a scribble followed by a shakenly
spelled word,  ‘got off on LISTENING to us!?’
Reading over Tweek’s response, Clyde let out a sigh and took the pen back to
reply,  ‘Yes. I should’ve turned it off, but fuck did it turn me on.’  Tweek
gave him a look of disapproval and snatched the pen away,
‘That was lame, dude.’  Clyde mouthed the word sorry as he shrugged,  ‘So are
you gay, then?’
And there it was, written in blue ink before him. Clyde Donovan swallowed as he
thought about it. He looked around the room to the other students as he
processed the question before him.
Everyone knew he had a thing for Bebe, but when Clyde looked over at Stan, he
couldn’t help but find the man attractive. He spotted Kenny next to his friend
and gave a thoughtful nod before looking to Tweek.
‘I think I might be bi.’  Tweek’s eyes widened a little when he read the
response, but nodded. Clyde continued,  ‘I am absolutely in love with Bebe, no
doubt about that, and I do find other women to be attractive, but…’  he paused
to think about his next words,  ‘I don’t know, man… There is just something
about certain men that I can appreciate… and like in more than a hetero kinda
way, you know?’
‘So do you wanna like… do things with guys?’  Tweek couldn’t stop himself from
shaking when he wrote the last message, nor could he stop himself from jumping
away with a shriek when Clyde got close to him to whisper in his ear.
“I really wanna fuck Craig.”
***** The Impossible Game *****
Chapter Summary
     Bros before hoes (sorry Tweek)
Chapter Notes
     Chapter title comes from the the game of the same name. I have a 10
     hour loop of level 2 saved so I can listen to it when trying to
     write. I needed a title name, so I went with that.
     I hope this chapter holds up. Woke up to some horrifying news of a
     train derailment in my area and some people I know haven't checked in
     to say they're okay just yet.
     Anywho, I hope you enjoy!
Craig stared across the table at his friend who was currently sporting a rather
nice shiner, “Dude, what the fuck.” Clyde looked pathetic as he glanced up from
his food to try and brush it off, “I’m just an idiot, that’s all.”
“Well I knew that, but what the fuck.” Clyde frowned at the quick response,
“What did you tell my boyfriend to make him deck you like that?”
Damn modern technology. Damn Kenny McCormick and his ability to know when to
capture gold on film. It was like the boy had known something was going to
happen to warrant pulling his mobile out and pointing it right at the two.
“I can’t believe Kenny fucking posted it on facebook already…. Dude, stop
watching it!” Clyde tried to grab Craig’s phone from his hands, but the table
between them thwarted his advance as the other leaned away, “I’ll stop watching
when you tell me what you did to him.”
The bell had rung and Clyde silently thanked Father Time for saving his ass,
“Oops, gotta go!” Craig flipped him off before heading off on his own.
He pocketed his phone and made his way to his fourth period class where he
could ask Tweek himself. It wasn’t a total surprise to see Wendy rubbing the
boy’s back to calm him down since Craig wasn’t there yet.
“Hey, babe.” he took a seat at the table and picked up where Wendy left off,
“Wanna talk about it?”
Tweek did was he does best and twitched uncontrollably under Craig’s touch when
he was super on edge, “Nngh! Why did Kenny have to post that!? Now everyone
thinks I hate Clyde!” Wendy frowned at him, “No one, thinks that, Tweek, though
I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you did hate him, just a little.”
Craig could already tell that whatever had happened between his boyfriend and
bestfriend was common knowledge to the girl, “I don’t hate him! I just- ngh,”
Tweek suddenly grabbed onto Craig’s middle section and held on for dear life,
“Craig is MINE!”
Now he was super confused, “Okay, what the fuck, babe. I mean, you’re not
wrong, I am yours, but the fuck does that mean? What happened??”
“Clyde wants to bone you, dude.” It was Kenny who spoke as he slid into an
empty seat at the table, “Nicely done, by the way, Tweekers, you got him good,”
the blonde laughed at the other’s violent shaking and shriek.
“Kenny, you have zero tact.” Wendy rolled her eyes at him before looking to
Craig, “He’s right, though. Apparently Clyde told Tweek that he wants to fuck
you?”
The look of confused horror on his face was enough to send Kenny into another
fit of giggles, “What the fuck??”


Token and Clyde were waiting outside the building when the final bell had let
out and students flooded out from the school. They both had a free period at
the end of the day so they had elected to wait out the remaining ten minutes
outside.
Jimmy soon joined them and was quick to tease Clyde about his face, “He sure
got you good,” the boy had struggled with his words a little, but his laugh
always managed to make Clyde smile, even if he was ripping on him.
“Yup… sure did,” he shrugged with his own soft laugh and a scratching of the
back of his head as he tried his best to not let his close friends get to him
too much about it, “Should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
The other two soon joined them, but Craig was quick to grab Clyde by his upper
arm and drag him off, Token shouted after them, “Be gentle, Craig!” Tweek
couldn’t help by bury his face in his hands and scream a little at the
situation.
With Tucker and Donovan off god knows where, that left Tweak, Valmer, and Black
to their own devices, “It’ll be fine, Twe-tweek,” Jimmy reassured his stressed
friend and Token pulled his cellphone out to send off a quick text, “Yeah, man,
I told them to meet us at my house, so how about we go there now and relax
some? I have some new games you can check out!”
It didn’t take much to get him to give in; Tweek knew Craig wasn’t about to
beat the ever loving shit out of Clyde, so he agreed with the two boys and they
left for the Black household.


“Please don’t beat the ever loving shit outta me!” Clyde begged when Craig
threw him at a wall by the dumpsters behind the school, “I’m not going to hit
you.” monotone as ever, “I just wanted to talk.”
Clyde leaned against the brick wall, watching as Craig joined him and sunk down
to the ground with a pack of cigarettes in his hand. The dark haired boy held
the pack out as some sortof olive branch; the brunette accepted and joined him
on the ground.
They sat in silence as they smoked; Clyde tense and curled into himself while
Craig was relaxed with his knees bent and open with his hands hanging loosely
on top.
“So…” Clyde let out a breath as he tried to break the silence
“Do you really wanna bang me?” Craig had said it so matter of factly that Clyde
began to choke on the smoke he’d just inhaled, “Dude, you okay?” he showed
concern for his friend and Clyde just shook it off, “Yeah… Yeah i’m fine…” he
coughed some more and they fell into silence once again.
He shifted uncomfortably after awhile, “I didn’t think you’d say it so… So…”
“So…?” Craig prodded, “So YOU like!” he scrunched his nose, “The fuck does that
mean?” Clyde couldn’t help but laugh at his face, “S-sorry, you just… I don’t
know, man, you’re just so blunt and to the point, you know?”
“Fair enough.” he felt his pocket buzz, “We’re meeting up at Token’s place,
looks like.” he typed out a simple reply of “K” before turning to look to his
best friend and slap a hand onto his back, “It’s okay, dude.”
“What?” Clyde gave him an incredulous look, but let him continue, “I’d wanna
fuck me, too,” the way the boy had said it made a bubble of laughter burst from
his gut, “Jesus, Craig!” he snickered into his cigarette as the other flipped
him off.
“That’s more like the Clyde I like,” a brief pause between them before he
finished his thought, “Seriously dude, i’m honored that you wanna bang me, bro,
but I’m taken. Only Tweek gets my ass and I’m pretty sure he isn’t the sharing
type.”
To be honest, Clyde did feel a bit better. When Tweek punched him, he worried
that he’d royally fucked up; that Tweek would tell Craig and Craig would disown
him. Instead, here they sat behind the school smoking and laughing, “Thanks,
man.”
“Anytime.” they shared a smile and finished off their smokes before heading off
to meet up with the gang.
***** Action! *****
Chapter Summary
     Lunchtime blues
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Several days had gone by since that incident at school made top content on the
South Park High facebook page. There were plenty of people speculating what had
gone on, but nothing had ever been confirmed.
Eventually the hype had died down and the boys were able to go back to being
their normal self; for the most part. Some students still teased Clyde and
others would say things like, “Watch out for Tweek!” those would have gone on
longer had Craig not lost his shit during lunch one day.
It had been Cartman, no surprise there, to instigate the gang that day. As
their lunch periods differed, Tweek and Jimmy would have to hear about it
later; or watch it on facebook thanks to Cameraman Kenny.
“I see you still got that black eye, Clyde, you gonna finally spill and tell us
what you did to Tweek?” he’d started laughing, the implications of what it
possibly could’ve been making him bust a gut before anyone else had a chance to
speak, “Or should you not say anything in front of his boyfriend?”
Token was ready to tell Cartman off, as was Stan and Kyle since Kenny was too
busy recording it for posterity, but was beat to the punch by Craig.
“Drop it, fatass!” he’d hissed out. That made Cartman howl another tune, “Look,
everyone, big bad Craig is defending his friend and not his boyfriend… I smell
a coverup! You two are banging, aren't’ you? And Tweek found out! So he
confronted Clyde!”
“Listen, fatass, just because you have certain fantasies about me and my boys
doesn’t make any of it true,” this time Craig stood from his spot, his lunch
forgotten, “You know how easily startled my baby can be; it was just a
misunderstanding.”
He walked around the table and got in Eric’s face, his voice steady and eyes
unwavering as he stood tall and put an end to his trash talking, “Now I don’t
know what you think happened, in fact, i don’t care. What i do care about is
you running your mouth when my boys are just trying to live a simple life and
move beyond all of this horseshit. Do you understand?”
Cartman didn’t seem too phased. The others were not entirely sure the boy had
even absorbed anything Tucker had said as all he could do was snicker, “So you
are banging them both?”
Before anyone could blink, Cartman was on the floor and Craig stood over him,
“I SAID WATCH YOUR MOUTH, FATASS!” Eric squeaked and began to curl up in
defense, “Do you understand me?” the fat boy  began to nod furiously and soon
Craig turned his attention to Kenny.
“You listen up, viewers.” He wanted to put an end to this now, “I am tired of
your shit. You are stressing my boyfriend out with all your bullshit theories
about what went on and I am done. Stop speculating about affairs and what have
you and leave him alone.”
Cartman had started to get up and couldn’t help a string of laughter pass
through him. That was short lived as Craig kicked him in the ribs, “I didn’t
say you could get up. Stay down!” The usually apathetic teen was furious.
He looked back to Kenny and added on, “Stop trying to ruin my relationships.”
“Aand- CUT!” Kenny gave the air a chop of the hand as he ended the live stream,
“Well done, Craig, though I really think you could’ve used a little extra
anger, there… H-hey now, watch where you’re grabbing!”
Tucker held him by his collar, his voice low and seething as he spat out his
demand, “You better make this up to Tweek. I’d finally gotten him to back off
on his coffee intake and now because of your need to broadcast everything, he’s
gone back to guzzling it down like his life depended on it.”
Kenny held his hands up in defeat, “You got it, dude. I just thought it was
hilarious to see Tweek punch someone; Sorry Clyde,” Craig let go of him and the
bell had rung for the end of lunch. He opted out of going to his next class and
instead cut it in favor of a smoke out back.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry this chapter is short and not the best. If you saw my note on
     the previous chapter... well.
     That train crash that happened? Two of the three that died were
     friends of my friend. It's scary shit and I wasn't able to totally
     focus on writing this out.
     I plan for the next chapter to be better, so thank you for your
     patience and I do hope you continue to watch out for the next
     installment!
***** Moving on *****
Chapter Summary
     Thanks to Craig losing his shit, the group is able to live again.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you so much for all of the support for this story! It really
     means a lot to me that it has been well received thus far.
Thanks to Kenny’s live stream, the school had backed off of Craig and his gang.
Clyde’s eye healed up and Tweek was back to being himself now that everyone had
moved onto a different thing to obsess over.
A new rumor was going around that had to deal with someone catching Kyle and
Wendy being flirtatious in the library with possible kisses. Stan wasn’t
bothered by it, but Kyle was quickly growing tired of this sudden accusation of
him being a lady stealer.
“For once, it’s not about us…” Craig blew smoke into the air and Clyde laughed,
“Always gotta be talking ‘bout something, huh?”
The two sat outside of Tweak Bros Coffee sharing a smoke while Clyde browsed
his news feed and Craig watched the skies.
“Y-you know, if you would quit smoking, you could’ve co-come inside and be
warm, right?” their favorite barista was frowning at the two, his hands on his
hips like an annoyed mother, “You’re right, babe, the only fag I should like is
you, right?”
Tweek’s face turned red at that, whether it was from embarrassment or anger, no
one knew, “Ngh, anyway, I’m done for the night. Are Token and Jimmy joining
us?”
Clyde finished off the cigarette and shook his head, “Nah, Token is helping
Jimmy with some secret project that he won’t tell us about, so the night is
ours!”
Since Tweek’s parents would likely be at the coffee house until late, the three
boys chose to head over to the boy’s home.
 
It was almost colder inside the house than it was outside. Clyde loudly
complained and Tweek had gone over to the thermostat to bump up the
temperature, “T-there, should warm up soon.”
“I don’t know about Clyde, but,” Craig pulled his boyfriend close, resting his
forehead against Tweek’s as he continued his thought, “I could warm you up with
no trouble.” the blonde shivered and his face burned, “Y-you already have…
nggh, Craig, knock it off,” he pushed against the teen weakly, not really
wanting him to go away.
Craig looked over at Clyde and grinned, “How about you, dude? Warm enough yet?”
 
“That’s just mean and you know it.” The brunette pouted and Tweek couldn’t help
a giggle as his boyfriend held onto him some more. Many things were firing
through his mind. Should he be an asshole and tease Clyde? Of course he
shouldn’t, but he was absolutely going to just that.
Tweek let out a surprised yelp when Craig dipped down just a smidge so he could
grab just under his ass and hoist him up, “C-CRAIG!” he steadied himself by
grabbing onto Craig’s shoulders, “Nn- What are you doing!?”
Clyde watched the two being cute as Craig was being openly affectionate with
his boyfriend; more so that he already was in public. Tweek’s knees dug into
his boyfriend’s sides to help alleviate some of his weight so Craig wasn’t
struggling.
Not that he was, of course, that was simply just Tweek being Tweek and his
jittery self. He never broke eye contact, his heart thumping in his throat as
he felt that magnetic pull to lean down and kiss the light of his life.
His fingers dug into the teen’s shoulders when Craig began moving, “Ack!” It
was just a few strides over to the couch where the elder sank down and let
Tweek straddle his thighs, “Clyde, don’t just stand there, come on, sit down.”
Tweek relaxed into Craig, his body going limp as he slid off to the side so he
could see the TV when the other turned it on. The third wheel took a seat on
the other side of the couch, all the while doing his best to not simply stare
at his friends.
Some anime bullshit was on the telly, “The fuck kind of name is Boruto… Who
would name their kid Boruto, i mean seriously??” the brunette snorted as the
other ranted, “Well, Craig, to be fair… my parents named me Tweek Tweak…?”
There was some silence before a stern defense, “You don’t count.” Clyde was
holding his sides as he tried his best not to die of laughter.
 
When it had gotten to be later in the evening, the boys bid their friend
farewell before retreating to the bedroom since the Tweaks were sure to be home
soon.
Stretching out on the bed, Craig let out a groan when his joints popped, “Augh,
shit i’m old.” Tweek smacked his feet out of the way so he could sit down,
“You’re not even eighteen yet, love.” he rubbed Craig’s shin with affection,
the other sitting up like Frankenstein to latch onto the blonde.
“When I die, I want you to name a coffee after me. Something sick like Super
Craig Caramel Espresso… or something I don’t know.” the thought of Craig dying
anytime soon caused Tweek to shudder, “You’re not going to leave me, are you?”
“Never.” the reply was immediate and firm and that brought Tweek comfort. He’d
let his head fall back onto Craig’s shoulder while the other wrapped his arms
around his waist.
Tweek bit his lip when fingers began rubbing circles on his belly, “C-craig,” a
giggle came out and he could feel the other smile into his collarbone when
Craig had enveloped his small boy as much as he could.
He pulled back, falling into the mattress and pulling Tweek with him; his hands
smoothing down the milky skin of the teen’s pelvis and under the waist of his
jeans.
Teeth nibbled the shell of his ear and Tweek didn’t hold back a moan while his
boyfriend molested him. He let him do all the work, choosing to be the putty in
his lover’s hands and be utterly pampered with attention.
It was easy to pop his pants open to give easier access to Tweek’s junk; it was
practically second nature to him, “You like this, baby?” Craig cooed into his
ear and Tweek whined, “MmmStop…”
“Stop?” a disbelieving laugh was hot against his temple, “T-teasing me… Stop
teasing me, Craig…” aah, so that’s what he meant.
He brought one hand up to cover Tweek’s eyes and hold his head to his
collarbone, while his other jerked him off, “NnGH!” the assaulted grabbed onto
the assailant's wrists and held on for dear life; the feeling washing over him
like a warm blanket.
Tweek’s spine arched away from Craig’s torso; his hips pulling back from the
hand and further into his lover’s lap. Craig peppered his boy’s face with
kisses, whispering sweet nothings every so often as he brought him closer to
the end.
He let go of Craig’s wrist and reached blindly under him for his belt, “What
are you up to, honey baby?” he let out a giggle as the other struggled some,
“I-I need you, Craig! Mmplease!” Tweek had been pulling away from him, so Craig
relented and held his hands away.
There was the expected groan from Tweek who was not happy about the loss of
touch, but the man was on a mission and Craig let him do what he needed, even
if that meant allowing the other to practically rip his fly open.
“Easy, babe, these pants are new!” He chuckled while watching the other lean
toward the nightstand to grab the ky gel that had just been lying there in the
open. Not like his parents went to his room much anymore, and even if they did,
it wasn’t as if they didn’t  know  what their son was up to.
Tweek shimmied out of his pants while Craig opened the tube and coated his
fingers, “Nngh, fuck!” he took two immediately, his own fingers busying
themselves with Craig’s cock. The smaller boy rocked his hips, moaning when his
tender flesh made contact.
One hand ran up the expanse of the body below him, his other soon to follow
when steady hands pulled his hips forward. Tweek was basically purring into
Craig’s ear, his bum swaying for attention when those gorgeous fingers left him
alone.
Reaching behind him, Tweek took hold of Craig’s dick and guided it slowly into
his hole. Craig held his cheeks, doing his best to not jerk upward and hurt the
boy. He let Tweek take control, his breath coming out in a low hiss from his
clenched teeth.
Tweek pushed off from his chest, sitting up tall as he sank down until his ass
was flush against Tucker’s lap. Now he guided those large hands to hold his
hips while his own soon slid up those arms and back down the still clothed
chest beneath him.
The look of absolute bliss on the blonde’s face was enough to make Craig
believe in angels. It was corny to think about, but it was the truth, “Babe,
you’re so fucking gorgeous.” the melodic hymns that flowed from his angel’s
throat transported him to another plane.
He let his head fall back and his hips stutter up to meet with the rolls of
Tweek’s hips. Nails scratched his abdomen the closer that pressure got to being
too much. Not giving a damn if anyone had gotten home just yet, Tweek fell back
into Craig’s bent legs, his hands reaching back to hold onto his boyfriend’s
knees for support so he could just let go.
Craig’s fingers tore into the bed sheets below him, his eyes clamping shut and
head tossing to the side to try and hush a moan into the pillow. He dared a
look at Tweek and nearly died at the sight; one hand was still using his leg
for support, but the other was being fucked as he rode his boyfriend’s cock.
He reached a hand out to take over for Tweek, the hand he’d been using quickly
shooting up to cover his mouth as a strangled moan forced its way past his
lips, “C-ra-hh,” he couldn’t even say his name let alone warn him before
shooting his load into curled fingers.
Tucker let out a low, shaky moan when Tweek’s body seized from the orgasm. His
hips twitched and his body felt weightless as he unloaded a couple weeks worth
of pent-up energy inside of his lover.
They stayed still for a moment after Tweek crumpled on top of Craig’s chest,
“God damn it.”
“What’s wrong, honey?” it didn’t take Craig long to figure out what Tweek was
cursing about, “oh, oops.” there was a sticky mess between them as the blonde
pulled away, “Aw shit.” Tweek hissed as he fell off of the other, “Craig!”
He chuckled when the other made grabby hands, “Need me to carry you to the
shower?” when Tweek nodded, Craig ruffled his hair before standing up to
readjust himself and pull Tweek into his arms, “Don’t worry, babe, I’ve got
you.”
End Notes
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     Thank you for reading and I do hope it wasn't a big pile of trash
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