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He’s at his locker when it happens. The door is slammed shut in his face and he jumps only to come face to face with a guy he only ever hears about through gossiping girls and parental disapproval.
“I wanna have sex with you.”
“Argh what the fuck? ! Are you talking to me?”
“Yes, don’t see anyone else around?” Tweek looks around the corridor, eyes begging for help from any random straggler drifting through the halls before the late bell goes. When none comes, he turns begrudgingly back around.
“Nhg what is wrong with you dude?”
“Nothing. I just want to have sex with you.”
“Is this a joke?”
"No.”
“Why me man?”
“You’re hot, I’m bored. You’re not a virgin right?”
“What?!”
“Virgin. You?”
“Nhg, not that it’s any of your damn business.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Take it as what you want, now fuck off.” Craig slams his hand into the lockers and Tweek freezes. He lowers himself so he is in direct eye line with Tweek, his eyes are grey but they are not and there is something there that makes Tweek feel weird and sickly and it’s something right but it’s not and the world seems just that little bit off and has his eyes always been like that?
The moment breaks when Craig coughs, shaking his head and steps away from Tweek.
“Huh. Okay then.”
Craig strolls off, whistling as he shoves his hands in his pockets and Tweek can’t help but think what the fuck for the rest of the day.
Problem is, he can’t stop thinking about it and suddenly Craig is everywhere he looks, in the lunch hall, in class, in the car lot. And he always knows when Tweek is staring, arching an eyebrow and smirking at him like he knows exactly what is happening in Tweek's brain. He tries to let it go, but he’s noticing Craig, the tufts of shaggy black hair sticking out under his blue hat. The drips of sweat collecting at the back of his neck during track, the way he pulls up the bottom of his shirt to reveal his toned stomach and what the fuck-
Craig doesn’t otherwise acknowledge him at school. Craig's one of the rough kids, he wears a leather jacket, has an eyebrow piercing and smokes around the back of the school with Kenny.
He has few friends, a change from elementary when he had a small gang. He still talks to Bebe, Clyde’s girlfriend, but no longer Clyde after a falling out in 6th Grade - Tweek has no idea why. Tweek’s seen him hang out with some older kids outside of school, possibly from North park but he’s not sure all he knows are the rumours about how they smoke and drink and cause public damage on weekends.
He’s not the kind of guy Tweek would hang out with. Tweek who is friends with Wendy and Red and Jimmy, who likes to sit and eat lunch in the quiet of the art room rather than in the busy chaos of the lunch hall. Tweek who loves baking and archery, who is in the church choir simply because he likes to sing and who doesn’t watch horror films and doesn’t stay out on weekends.
He’s had him moments, his rebellious phase. Times he would rather forget, but he’s not like Craig, he’s not a rule breaker or...or a ‘bad boy.’ He doesn’t talk back to teachers or get detentions, he doesn’t skip school like every day is a national holiday.
He keeps thinking back on what Craig said, how he surreptitiously asked him to sleep with him, because who does that? Tweek’s not the kind of guy to sleep around, he has had exactly two boyfriends in the whole of his seventeen years, neither of whom he slept with. There was one guy, once on some weird night, but Tweek doesn’t tend to like to think about that night or the night he drunkenly lost his virginity so it’s not like he hasn’t had sex at all, it just isn’t something he’s ever been getting on the regular. Then there goes Craig Tucker, all six foot of him with lithe, lean muscle and height and Tweek, who isn’t short by any means - in fact, he’s definitely taller than most of the guys in his classes - but he isn’t built like a fucking tree like Craig is and who has definitely started to fill out in certain area’s thanks to his baking hobby.
The fact is, Tweek is a nobody. He passes through school like water and that’s the way he likes it. He has his friends and choir and work and he does well in most of his classes and he has loose plans for college but isn’t already planning out the next ten year like Broflovski has. The fact is, Tweek is happy with the way things are, and are set to be, except now all he ever see’s is Craig Tucker and his stupid face and his stupid proposition and when he’s alone at night tumbling around in his sheets desperate for sleep, it’s the release he seeks with his hand instead to thoughts of what exactly that experience would entail. Thought’s that almost, sometimes, feel too real and too intense for him to understand.
It’s a little weird, Tweek knows this. Actually, it’s bordering on creepy, because Tweek hasn’t said two words to Craig since elementary school and therefore one interaction with him should not be breeding this obsession. It’s not even like Tweek has an overactive libido or sex on the brain enough to consider that it may just be the idea of another body with his that has got him in such a spin, rather than the fact it’s Craig; because it’s Craig . His body is electric with the thought, the idea now that it’s been breached open. Tweek wants to scream and shake and sometimes punch Craig everytime he notices him because Tweek doesn’t understand how his mind keeps drawing up these fantasies that have him feeling like he’s having his own out of body experience because they aren’t real.
Two weeks have passed and Tweek is still looking at the guys in his grade wondering what the hell is wrong with him because he isn’t jacking off to any of them. He works out on a daily basis how many times he speaks to any number of dudes on an average day, and any number of times he feels that there might even be the smallest hint of attraction, but there’s not. Not even why Clyde decides to sit with them at lunch because Bebe wants to sit with Wendy who has convinced Tweek to actually join them on one of the outside lunch tables on a rare warmish day; and the conversation takes a somewhat strange turn towards sex. If anything, it leaves Tweek uncomfortable and squeamish, especially when Clyde turns to him with a pitying look on his face.
“Sorry man, didn’t mean to make you feel left out.” He takes a bite from his burger as Tweek tilts his head to the side, knowing exactly what he means and feeling the beginnings of bubbling rage stirring in his stomach.
“Why...why would I feel left out?” He manages to grit out, hands clenching in his lap. He hates this impression everyone has of him, because he likes his life simple and uncomplicated, because he’s not out every night sleeping with anything with a pulse that means that he couldn’t possibly have any idea about the conversation.
“You know it’s cool right? Like, you don’t have to pretend, we’re all friends here.”
“Pretend about what Clyde?” Tweek narrows his eyes at the boy opposite him as Bebe grabs at her boyfriend's arm and sends a look over at Wendy.
“Clyde you really should just lea-”
“C’mon Tweek man, everyone knows you’re a virgin. It’s cool dude, seriously.” The table goes quiet, and Tweek doesn’t know what’s worse, that Clyde’s implication is that he is a virgin based on his own demeanour of the fact Clyde says it like there’s something wrong with it, even if there were.
“For your information asshole, I’m not. And even if I were, it would 1. be none of your damn business and 2. be nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Tweek, chill. It’s cool, I wasn’t saying there was anything wrong with it-”
“Because I don’t know what this stupid obsession is. Why does it matter if I’ve had sex, who cares ? I don’t care where you’re putting your dick-”
“-I know man, it’s just I heard Craig say-”
Tweek chokes.
“Since when are you and Craig on speaking terms?”
“Well he didn’t say it me to personally but-”
“Oh so that means you can just take what you over-fucking-hear for face value right?”
Wendy puts a hand on his shoulder, a worried smile on her face.
“Tweek, I’m sure that’s not what Clyde means…” He looks between them all around the table. Angry at them for simply making generalisations, angry at himself for even caring what they thought about his sexual history because coming out had been one of the hardest things he had ever done at this school and he’d learnt a tough life lesson that kids would judge him for whatever so just keep your head down and go. But these were supposed to be his friends, and it shouldn’t have mattered about the who, why or when, he should have been able to eat his lunch in peace without having some asshole make stupid comments and-
It was almost fate, he supposes, when he glances up and sees that stupid face with that stupid hat and that stupid jacket laughing at something and turning toward the back end of the school. He snaps, grabbing his belongings and abandoning his lunch and table, the sounds of Wendy and Bebe calling after him. He doesn’t even know what he’s planning to do, or say, when he finds him, but there is something in Tweek that wants to stamp out the exact person who started whatever this was. Tweek had no issues until Craig decided he wanted to jump into Tweek’s pants and now his mind was constantly buzzing with the thoughts of the two of them, and his friends were gossiping about some rumour about him he didn’t even know existed .
When he finds Craig, he’s leaning against the brickwork, alone. Head tilted toward the sky and arms and legs crossed. A cigarette is dangling precariously between his lips. It’s one of the most irritatingly hottest things Tweek has ever seen. Fuck .
He must have been stood there for a few minutes, staring, because Craig has nearly finished his smoke when he opens his eyes and turns to look at Tweek, his face blank but Tweek catches the hint of surprise in his eyes.
“Well, this is unexpected,” Craig drawls, taking one last drag and dropping his cigarette to the ground. Tweek opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, not sure exactly now that he is here what to say. The anger at Clyde having dissipated with the sight of Craig.
“Is there something I can help you with Tweak?”
Tweek jumps, biting his lip and frowning. “What the hell are you saying about me?”
“What?”
“You heard me, because Clyde said he-”
“I don’t give a fuck about what Clyde says.” Craig’s voice is vehement when he mentions his ex-friend, heavy and dropping with disdain. Tweek sucks in a breath because he came here for a reason and he’s not about to let some pretty looking, jacket wearing, smoke stinking...guy, intimidate him.
“I don’t care about what happened with you two. All I want is whatever you’re saying about me to stop.”
“I didn’t say shit.”
“You’re a fucking liar man.”
Craig is on him within seconds, his back hitting the wall of the school and his bag slipping from his shoulder. His grey eyes are piercing, there's slight stubble on his chin and Tweek can make out a couple of old acne scars along his cheeks. He’s too close, his body warm and hard against Tweek’s who stares back at Craig with wide, green eyes.
Craig leans down, his mouth to Tweek’s ear when he whispers, “say that again. I dare you.” And his eyes flutter closed as he shivers, because this is just like one of his midnight fantasies, playing wildly through his head. Tweek doesn’t even know where he comes from when he puffs out his chest, rolling his body slightly against the other when he clears his throat and speaks.
“You. Are a. Fucking. Liar. ”
They’re kissing before he even registers what’s happening. Craig’s pinning him further into the wall and Tweek is moaning back into his mouth and there is tongue and hands and heat and fuck what the fuck that feels so good-
The bell rings.
Tweek turns his head to the side breaking the kiss but Craig is grabbing his face and kissing him again and there is something so conflicting about the way Craig holds him so gently but kisses so fiercely. There’s something reminiscent about it, like they’ve been here before, like their bodies have known each other before. Tweek grabs at his wrists, clinging onto them for dear life when he feels Craig press harder against him and holy shit he’s hard.
How is this happening, how did Tweek’s fury at being judged by his friends lead to making out with Craig Tucker behind the back of the school. He can’t regret it, because there is nothing in this world that’s going to make him regret how good this feels right now with this body pressed against his, like they belong there together.
The second bell rings and this time when Tweek pulls away Craig doesn’t chase him.
“We’re going to be late,” he mumbles, but neither of them move. They stare at each other, panting until Craig drops his forehead onto Tweek’s shoulder and Tweek automatically reaches out to play with the strands of hair poking out under Craig’s hat.
Tweek hasn’t been late for a class in years, in fact, he’s usually the first one there with Kyle. He likes to have his things ready and be prepared for the jumble of students come piling in with their pushing and their shoving and their overall chaos. Right now though? Right now Tweek doesn’t think he even cares if he were ever on time for another class again.
When Craig finally pulls away, it’s not slowly. He steps back about five steps creating a reasonable distance between himself and Tweek. He pulls at his hat and jacket, straightening it up though there is nothing to be done about the obvious hard-on he’s still sporting in skinny jeans. They stare at each other and the world almost stops because something is crackling between them and Tweek can’t help but think Craig knew about it before he even knew what it was.
“You’re something else Tweek, just like I remember.” Craig swipes at his lips and Tweek doesn’t know what that means, he doesn’t know what to say in response to that so he doesn’t say anything, he just continues to watch Craig like he’s going to somehow spill all his secrets.
“You should get to class.” Craig says instead, he scratches at his cheek and then the back of his neck and he turns to stare off to the side, eyes narrowing in the direction of the courtyard. Tweek clears his throat as he slowly picks his bag up.
“Aren’t you?” He asks, and while doesn’t look at him he knows he’s heard him as he sighs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cigarettes.
“When the time’s right.”
Tweek doesn’t know what to make of that either so he just leaves, stepping past Craig with a mumbled ‘see you around’ knowing that he probably will, though under what circumstances he doesn’t know. Tweek has been magnitised to Craig for weeks now, ever since that stupid ass conversation at his locker. It doesn’t make sense, nothing makes sense.
He keeps his pace quick, jogging every few steps as though he wasn’t already ridiculously late to class. A clammy hand grips at his backpack and as the other reaches for his still tingling lips, the taste of Craig still on them and by the time he’s gotten to class he’s sweaty and confused and tired and he doesn’t know up from down.
Wendy shoots him a confused look as he sits in his seat but he pays her no mind, his eyes blurring out in front of him, the words blending and swimming and he’s writing and there’s a pen in his hand and there are words on his paper but they don’t make any sense and the date is right but the class is wrong because wasn’t this history and now he has economics-
Then he’s at his locker when it happens. The door is slammed shut in his face and he jumps only to come face to face with a guy he only ever hears about through gossiping girls and parental disapproval.
“I wanna have sex with you.”
“Are- are you talking to me?”
“Yes, don’t see anyone else around?” Tweek looks around, the hallway is empty and he’s desperate for anyone to intervene, any random straggler but he already knows there isn’t anyone.
“Is this a joke?”
“No.”
Craig’s eyes are grey and piercing and they’re swirling different shades like galaxies over and over and Tweek can’t focus on anything else, he doesn’t want to focus on anything else.
“What’s happening?” He says and Craig’s eye’s flash for a moment before he leans against the lockers.
“The right time,” he replies, holding out his hand.
And Tweek doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get it at all but he wants to, he wants to understand this and that and everything in between.
He doesn’t get it.
But he wants to.
“The right time,” he says.
He takes Craig’s hand.