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“I lived with all girls because I wanted a clean house, ngh… not so I would be forced into going out every weekend!” Tweek huffed, sitting on the couch and laying back. It felt so nice. He wished he could lay there all night.
“Come on, Tweek! Don’t be such an introvert! You’re never gonna find a man if you stay inside all day!” Nichole said, following him and standing in front of the couch. She put her hands on her hips.
Tweek closed his eyes. “You know what? That’s fine by me.” He felt comfortable and sleepy for once in his life, and after finishing his work for the weekend, he was looking forward to a nap. Fuck the idea of going out.
Nichole rolled her eyes. Not that Tweek could see it, though. She grabbed his arm that was slung over his face and lifted it up, tugging and trying to make him move off of the couch.
“Tweek! You are going out tonight and that is the end of the story! You seriously need to get laid. You’ve been moping for months!” Wendy’s voice was raised as she strode into the room, her dark hair flying loose behind her.
Nichole still tugged at Tweek’s arm, more forcefully this time, and Tweek slid slightly off the edge of the brown leather. Tweek groaned and laid down flat on the couch again.
“I don’t need to get laid, and I don’t need a man! Me and the plants I’m studying are very happy together.” He cracked an eye open to see the girls’ reaction.
Wendy huffed and gave Nichole a look. Nichole raised an eyebrow in return. Tweek closed his eyes again, feeling himself get more comfy in his new position. His neck hurt after being hunched over his books all day. He had also visited the greenhouse earlier, and had spent hours studying his plants’ progress and their reaction to the chemicals he gave them. After a full day of studying and working his ass off, the last thing Tweek wanted to do was go out to a bar and be in a packed crowd of other drunk, probably underage college kids until late at night. It sounded exhausting, and he really didn’t have the energy for it.
Well, he didn’t until Bebe came into the room, holding a large cup of coffee.
“I knew you’d need this before we even brought the idea up. Here, take it.” Bebe said, setting the mug down on the coffee table in front on Tweek’s face.
Tweek opened his eyes at the smell. He looked up at Bebe with a small smile. “You devil. You know how to play me.”
Bebe laughed, sitting down next to Tweek on the couch. “What, like it’s hard?”
Nichole sat down on the other side of Tweek. “So, will you come out with us now?”
Tweek brought the mug to his lips, sipping on the dark, bitter liquid inside. He knew he would be sad if he was sitting, alone, in the living room on a Friday night watching shitty sitcom reruns on TV. Besides, he actually did enjoy going out when it was with his best friends. He didn’t exactly plan on taking anybody home, though. That ship had sailed.
He set the mug down on the table. “Okay, I’ll come. But don’t force any weird guys on me or something like that. I’m done with relationships, and hookups too. I need a break from men.”
Wendy sighed, sitting next to Nichole and reaching over her to put a hand on Tweek’s thigh. “Tweek, we know how hard it was for you when James cheated on you, but it’s been a few months now. Other than those guys you’ve talked to on…” She made a face, “Grindr… And that one you hooked up with, you haven’t really interacted with many other guys.”
Tweek sunk into the couch, frowning and tugging at part of his hair absentmindedly. He had talked to a few men since then, at bars they went to, but all of them were too overbearing. He had yet to meet a guy at the bar that didn’t hit on him every five seconds and ask if they were going to have sex. He also had recently actually slept with one man and was woken up the next morning by the man’s rightfully angry girlfriend that he had no clue about. That was fun.
Nichole moved her hand onto Tweek’s thigh as well. “Yeah, I agree, and I also don’t think that men on Grindr count. No offense.”
Tweek sat up, heaving a sigh and managing, “None taken.” Before taking another drink from the mug. His eye twitched.
Bebe stood up and checked the clock on the stove. “It’s only about ten thirty, we can start drinking now that we know Tweek is coming!” She smiled and drummed her fingers on Tweek’s shoulder.
They changed and turned on some upbeat music, letting time slip by as they took shots of cheap vodka and danced to the beat. Nearly forty-five minutes had passed before any of them felt drunk, and it was Nichole, giggling hysterically at Bebe trying to twerk, who first cracked. She kept laughing harder as Bebe shook her ass, beginning to laugh too at how awful her own attempt was. They all ended up on the floor, laugh crying at a video Wendy had taken while Bebe was trying. When the laughter subsided, Tweek looked at the time to see that it was well after eleven.
“Oh, shit! We should go.” He stood up, using the counter as leverage. The floor threatened to smack his face as Tweek stumbled to his feet, now fully feeling the effects of the shots they had taken.
The girls made their way to their feet as well, all standing up and looking for their various purses. Tweek checked that his wallet was still in his pocket. He had it easy. After finding everything they needed to go, the four headed outside, locking the door behind them.
They walked to the bar, enjoying the cool night air rush against their reddened cheeks. Tweek inhaled deeply, feeling his eyes twitch yet again as they stumbled onto the main street of the city. It happened often when he was drunk. It was honestly a wonder to him how guys even approached him in the first place. He honestly looked like one of the crackheads that hung out in the alleys on the edge of the city. On top of that, he barely slept because he drank too much coffee and read textbooks about his plants all night. It was a wonder he felt tired earlier.
Tweek shook his head as if expelling his own negativity. This was a fun night out. He wasn’t about to ruin it for himself by thinking about his past relationship issues and insecurities. Tonight, he was going to have fun with his friends and enjoy himself, damn it.
They waited for a few minutes in line outside of the bar. When they presented their IDs, the bouncer eyed Tweek suspiciously.
“What town are you from again?”
“Ooh! I know this one!” Bebe whispered, loudly, to Nichole and Wendy. This happened every time they went out. Tweek always got stopped by the bouncer because he was short and small. Yes, he looks like a twink, but it doesn’t mean he’s underage, Christ.
“South Park.” He said back easily, twitching slightly and grinding his teeth. He was probably making the bouncer even more suspicious.
The bouncer still narrowed his eyes. “I’ve been there before. What kind of landmarks are there? Places to go?”
Tweek fought the urge to roll his eyes and bit his lip instead. Like South Park had any landmarks. “My parents own a coffee shop there. U-um…” he trailed off. “There’s a pond, Stark’s Pond, a bar called Skeeter’s, um…”
The bouncer handed him his ID back. “Okay. You’re good.”
The group headed inside the bar. Tweek felt each bump of the bass in his chest. The music was overwhelmingly loud, and the room was crowded. Multicolored lights flashed around the room, shading the walls and people inside with red, pink, and blue light. The two bartenders behind the bar were rushing around, struggling to keep up with the mass of drink orders. Nearly all the tables were taken, but Wendy turned sharply towards one of the last empty ones on the outer edge of the groupings, near the dance floor.
-
While the group of four settled at their table, another group was already standing near the bar, drinks in hand, talking amongst themselves. The group consisted of three men, two of which were standing while one leaned against the bar, attempting to talk to the three women across from them.
“Yeah, so, then the guys and I made this snowman, and seriously it was massive, and we kept chanting, “make it bigger!” And then a black girl from across the street thought we were calling her the n w-“
Craig drowned out the sound of Clyde’s voice. He was one of his best friends, but he was so goddamn annoying when he was trying to impress girls. He met eyes with Token, who also had heard this story about a million times. Hell, they were both there when it happened. They took a drink in unison.
“-even though one of the guys with us was literally black!” Clyde finished. The girls looked at him, all three managing to look unimpressed.
Craig finished his drink and turned around, immediately ordering another from the bartender. He couldn’t believe he’d let Clyde talk him into coming tonight. He wasn’t a huge fan of crowds, they were noisy and people constantly pushing past him and accidentally hitting him was annoying. He was going to physically fight the next person who hit him harder than necessary. Despite the crowd, though, he enjoyed the lights, and overall this was probably one of his favorite bars in town. But, considering all he had done was go with Clyde and listen to him trying to pick up girls, tonight was not turning out for the better so far.
Earlier, he had just finished his exhausting aerospace 515 project. It had taken him and his group members months to finish, and it was finally done. It was a relief to get “Mechanics of Composite and Microstructured Media” off of his mind finally. He kept telling himself the education would be worth it once he had a job somewhere like SpaceX or NASA, or any other similar space exploration program. He’d be able to design a huge variety of different structures for space exploration. He would be a part of a huge step in expanding the current human knowledge about space. But the classes to get there were a pain in the ass.
Once Clyde had learned he finished his project, he had used it as an excuse to drag Craig out with him to the bar, insisting he should celebrate. He called Token as well, knowing he had the night off from his job in law enforcement, and told him they should all go out like they used to, back in freshman year before they had constant schoolwork and when Token was still in college. The guilt trip worked, and here they were, leaning boredly against the bar listening to the brunette blabber endlessly about every random subject that came to mind.
“-this party, and I asked this guy if I could hit his vape, and he handed it to me, I hit it and felt weird, it was like, whoa, yeah, this is not normal. Come to find out the next day, it was actually crack, and he didn’t even bother telling me!” Clyde stopped to take a drink from his glass.
The three girls exchanged glances and turned around together, going off towards the dance floor.
Clyde set his now empty glass down. “A swing and a miss.” He tapped his fingers on the bar to the music.
Token rubbed the back of his neck, wincing slightly. “I think I’m turning into an old man. This whiskey is giving me a headache.”
Clyde rolled his eyes. “You guys are getting old. Token, you didn’t even try to talk to any of those girls. They weren’t ugly by any means. Where is the energy from those friends I met all those years ago?”
Craig took another drink of his beer. “I never had any.”
Token sipped from his glass, then followed with a sip of water. “Same.”
Craig was about to hear Clyde’s snarky comeback when he felt another elbow hit his back, this time harder than the others. Feeling a little hot, both from the alcohol and from the throng of bodies around him, Craig turned around, ready to square off with whoever had hit him.
When he turned, he looked down to see a blonde guy next to him, leaning slightly against the bar and chatting with the girl beside him. His elbow must have accidentally hit him when he went up to the bar. It still kind of pissed Craig off, though. He was about to turn around again when the girl looked up from their conversation, meeting Craig’s gaze.
She was blonde as well, with curly blonde hair and large, dark, probably fake lashes. She had blue eyes and probably some of the biggest tits Craig had ever seen. The girl followed his gaze angrily.
“My face is up here, douchebag!” She said, glaring at Craig and standing up taller.
Craig snorted, still leaning against the bar, unfazed. “I wasn’t looking at your boobs.”
“I’ve heard that one before.” The girl replied, scowling and jutting her jaw out.
The guy next to her turned his head around at Craig’s voice and Craig met his gaze as well. He had vibrant green eyes and messy locks of blonde hair. There were dark bags under his eyes, but it wasn’t a bad look. It actually kind of suited him. The other boy was shorter by at least half a foot, but he stood up straight and puffed his chest out slightly in front of the girl he was with.
“Y-You got a problem?” The blonde said to Craig, fully standing in front of the girl. Craig thought it was honestly kind of cute.
Craig blinked, twice. “No, I don’t have a problem. I wasn’t looking at her tits. I’m gay.”
The girl immediately relaxed, throwing her arm over the boy’s shoulders. “Oh! I’m so sorry. King.” She added. The two laughed with each other, swaying slightly in place, giving away their lack of sobriety. “Then in that case, let me introduce my friend Tweek. What a surprise, he’s gay too!” She grabbed three of the four drinks the bartender handed them. The blonde boy slid the last one over to himself.
“I’m gonna go back to the table.” She said to Tweek, who was staring at her with wide eyes.
Craig internally sighed. He always managed to get himself into these situations. It surprisingly happened a lot where a woman would ask him out and he would tell them he wasn’t interested in women, and she would somehow always have a gay counterpart to introduce to him. This was a little different, but still. It was awkward. They usually tried to have a conversation with him until they found out that his personality was boring and talking to him was just about as exciting as talking to a brick wall. He didn’t particularly mind in this case though, welcoming the distraction from another one of Clyde’s stories. Plus, the guy was pretty cute.
Tweek, the blonde, swayed slightly in spot and twitched. Craig waited for him to make the first move and took another drink from his glass.
“She likes to try to set me up all the time… ngh… sorry. I can go.” The blonde said, tugging at the hairs on the base of his neck.
Craig gave a half shrug. “I don’t mind the company. You keep me from listening to this asshole—“ he nodded his head back towards Clyde, who had found yet another poor subject and was going on about his Business and Econ classes. “— all night.”
Tweek gave a smile and set his glass down. “It can’t be that bad.”
Craig finished the rest of his beer, again, and set the glass down as well. He didn’t realize he had been drinking it so fast. That was his third since they had been there, and he had also finished two other drinks before he switched to beer. That was one expensive buzz.
“You, do not know my friend Clyde.” He said, leaning fully against the bar table and earning a glare from the bartender. He decided it wasn’t a good idea to flip him off if he wanted to stay in the bar.
“So,” Tweek began, picking up his glass again and shifting his weight back and forth, “do you go to school here?”
Craig nodded. “Yeah. I’m on my last year. You?”
“Me too! What do you study?” Tweek asked, lighting up, a smile forming on his face. Craig ignored the feeling in his chest at the small grin. It was the same one he felt when Stripe did something particularly cute, and he didn’t know how to feel about applying that emotion to a cute guy at the bar.
“Aerospace engineering.” He replied, shortly, wishing he had another drink to keep his hands busy with. He shoved them into his pockets instead.
The blonde blinked rapidly. “That’s pretty cool. W-What do you like about it?” He twitched again, a little more violently, and spilled some of his drink.
Craig could stop himself from finding the twitching endearing. He must be going crazy. Or he’s much more tipsy than he thought he was. “Just… being able to be a part of future space exploration. Being part of exploring the unknown. Space is just cool.”
Tweek nodded, and Craig admired the way his blonde hair fell around his face when he did. He vaguely wondered if Clyde had slipped some sort of drug in his drink while he wasn’t looking. It wasn’t normal for him to feel this… affection… for anybody or anything, really, other than Stripe. Maybe Clyde or Token when the moment came. Never strangers, though.
“Stuff like that was always terrifying to me.” Tweek said, pulling at his shirt. “Not knowing what’s out there, but still wanting to go… I call that crazy.”
Craig chuckled, standing up straighter. “That’s why I make machines to do it for me. So I can sit back on Earth and watch.”
“Mmm… that’s pretty smart. Much more safe.” Craig watched the blonde wince at his own answer, painfully aware of how generic he sounded. Craig was about to ask him a question about himself when he spoke to Craig again. “What’s something you wish you could create, just off the top of your head?”
Craig looked away from Tweek to the ceiling, his eyebrows raised. He hadn’t ever been asked a question like that. He decided to say the first thing that came to mind.
“Voltron lions that would actually work and fly.” He said. It sounded dumb when it was spoken out loud. He doubted Tweek even was into things like Voltron anyway. He didn’t seem like the space show type. Tweek didn’t seem put off by it though, perking up instead.
“Oh God. Would it work like the real thing? How would they come together? W-What about the weapons?” Tweek leaned forward, grabbing some of Craig’s shirt sleeve. “Would they need separate pilots still?”
Maybe Clyde had slipped something into his drink. Craig felt a twinge in his chest. It was quickly starting to become a problem. “I don’t know. I’d have to think about it more. Realistically, we’re probably not even close to being technologically advanced enough to allow any possible travel like what they do on the show. Unless…”
-
On the inside, Tweek was screaming. The guy Bebe had ditched him with was actually talking to him, for one, and two, he was just saying all the things Tweek wanted to hear. A space nerd? Sign him the fuck up. It’s been months since he had met an attractive gay guy that wasn’t studying political science.
Speaking of which, he was also possibly one of the most attractive men Tweek had ever met in person, and that includes straight men as well. (Yes, they can be good looking if you don’t talk to them.) But in this case, the conversation wasn’t putting him off. It was doing the opposite. He tried his best to listen intently as the guy across from him went on about the Voltron lion ships and some sort of space physics, but was distracted by the way the man’s face lit up while talking about it. He also didn’t understand any part of space physics, any physics, really, so all of the complicated-sounding words he was saying kind of just went over his head. He then realized he didn’t even know the man’s name.
As Tweek opened his mouth to ask the dark-haired man his name, Nichole appeared at his elbow. The two faltered in conversation to look at her.
“Hey Tweek, we’re gonna go dance, I figured I’d ask if you wanted to come with.” She looked the man up and down. “Unless you’re too busy.”
Tweek looked back and forth between Nichole and the man he was talking to. He did swear to himself and to them that he wouldn’t talk to guys at all tonight and focus on having fun with his friends. On the other hand, he hadn’t met a man like the one in front of him. His friends also wanted him to find someone. They hadn’t talked too much yet, but there was a pull of possessiveness in his chest when he imagined this man talking to other people if he went to dance.
He looked over to where the man was still standing, leaning back against the bar with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t look like much of a dancer, but it was worth a shot.
“You wanna come with us?” He asked. Tweek finished the rest of his drink, hoping nobody noticed his shaking hand raising the glass. Damn his spastic nature.
The guy shrugged. “I’m awful at dancing. If you’re fine with that, sure.”
Nichole giggled slightly. “We can teach you. Let’s go!”
“Hold on.” He said, turning away from Tweek and Nichole and talking to the two men behind him. Nichole raised her eyebrows at Tweek.
“He’s cute. And so is his friend.” He moved her glance to one of the two boys he had turned to.
“Ask them to dance, too. Why not?” Tweek said, feeling another eye twitch. He was grateful he had finished his drink, or he might have spilled it again.
Nichole pursed her lips, considering it. Then, she went over to the other two and asked if they would like to dance as well. The brown-haired one in the middle jumped up, quite literally.
“Um, fuck yeah! Of course!” He said, not knowing he was the least desired out of the three so far.
The three boys followed Tweek and Nichole back to their table, and Wendy and Bebe, who had been deep in conversation, both did a double take. Bebe’s mouth broke into a sly grin as she met eyes with Tweek.
“Hey guys! I’m Bebe, and this is Wendy. I’m sure you already know Nichole and Tweek. What are your names?” Bebe said as they approached, standing up from her chair.
“I’m Clyde, and that’s the only name you’ll need to know.” The brown-haired one said, sliding next to Bebe and putting a hand around her shoulders. She made a slightly disgusted face.
“Please, don’t touch me. I asked your name.”
“I’m Token, and this is Craig.” The other boy finished. He was attractive too, with dark skin that rivaled Nichole’s and large muscles that peeked out from underneath his purple shirt. He stood tall and had a professional air about him. Nichole smiled.
Tweek looked at Craig. What a fitting name. He didn’t talk much other than what needed to be said, apparently unless it was about space, and when he did, it was blunt. There was something about him, though, that pulled at Tweek’s emotions. He wanted to get to know him more.
“Nice to meet you. Let’s dance!” Wendy stood up, quickly, and grabbed Tweek’s arm. She led him to the already packed dance floor.
The bass volume increased, and Tweek could barely hear any of the crowd around him as they made their way into the throng of people. Bodies pushed against him, and Tweek winced. That was the worst part about going out. Being pressed against by hot, sweaty people wasn’t exactly his idea of fun. But thankfully, right now he was too drunk off of the cheap vodka shorts and the Long Island he had basically chugged down earlier to care much about the other people.
He focused his attention instead on Craig in front of him. He was moving his head up and down with the beat of the music, and Tweek saw a little movement of the hips. He wasn’t that bad at dancing. He had rhythm. He just didn’t know any moves. Tweek smiled, looking Craig up and down. Now that they were in an area with a little better lighting, he saw that there was a solid chest under the plain blue t-shirt he wore. The black pants he had on were somewhat slim-fitting, and showed off his long legs. Tweek found himself staring.
The quick paced Spanish song bumped through the speakers, putting out a fast beat that was infectious. The song was impossible not to dance to. Tweek laughed, swaying his head slightly and feeling dizzy as he moved his body to the music, not particularly caring if he looked like an idiot or not. The alcohol fogged his brain, making the lights and shapes blur together. Tweek moved his hips, shoulders, and body to the music, brushing shoulders with Wendy and Craig on either side of him. Clyde had moved more towards the middle of the small circle of space they had made. In contrast to being about as bright as a broken lightbulb, he was actually a good dancer. It must be his strong suit.
Songs passed by, one after the other, and Tweek eventually found himself pressed against Craig, their chests brushing occasionally and arms sliding against each other. He looked over to his friends. Nichole was half-heartedly moving, mostly focusing on her conversation with Token, who was equally as interested in dancing as her in favor of their conversation. Wendy and Bebe laughed and moved to the beat as they watched Clyde do ridiculous dance moves that shouldn’t work or look good, but did. Tweek looked back up at Craig, who was unashamedly looking at Tweek the entire time. Tweek, feeling particularly bold from the adrenaline and alcohol running through his body, smirked and leaned forward, grabbing Craig’s shoulders to make him lean forward as well. He brought one hand down to Craig’s waist and whispered in his ear, trying his best to not stutter.
“Like what you see?”
Craig pulled back, slowly, saying nothing but letting his gaze slide over Tweek’s body as much as it could. Tweek tightened his grip on Craig’s shoulder, feeling vaguely embarrassed by being so forward, considering they barely knew each other, but too drunk to care.
“I’m more curious about what I can’t see.” Craig responded. Tweek twitched violently and let out a shaky breath at the answer. He had no idea how he expected Craig to respond, but it wasn’t that. He suddenly felt even hotter. He breathed out sharply again as Craig pressed closer against him.
Craig’s hands moved down to Tweek’s waist, grabbing him lightly and running his fingertips up and down the curve above his hips. Tweek swallowed, hard, and tried not to let too much blood rush below his waist. It had been a long time since anyone touched him like this. Even the guy he hooked up with was only focused on the sex part of being physical rather than any kind of teasing. The light touches made his stomach burn and butterflies flutter in his chest.
In response, Tweek exaggerated the moves of his hips, brushing his body flush against Craig, purposely focusing on teasing him to create arousal. The two still moved to the music, but the rest of the crowd fell into the background. Tweek looked up at Craig, who met his gaze with an unreadable expression. If he couldn’t feel the touches to his waist, it would have been hard for Tweek to gauge whether Craig was enjoying himself or not.
Tweek had never been more glad in his life that he had listened to his friends. He hadn’t expected this kind of luck when he had got up this morning, but here he was, dancing in this proximity with a man that was tall, handsome, and didn’t try to pounce on him at the first sign of sexual interest. He was smart, seemed sane enough, and most importantly, he showed the same amount of interest in Tweek as he did with him so far. Did he mention he was hot? Because that’s all that Tweek’s mind was focused on as they moved their bodies together, matching the rhythm.
-
Craig’s fingertips slid lower, pressing down a little harder than before on Tweek’s hips. He was focused on feeling the back and forth motions in tandem with the bass, mesmerized by the quick movements. He had never really danced with another person so close before, minus maybe his high school prom, where hormones were raging and he was still closeted, and Clyde had convinced a girl to dance with him. It had been awkward, and he had felt uncomfortable when the girl had made any contact with the outside of his pants. Now, it was different. He silently wished that Tweek would never stop moving with him, feeling more and more lustful as the blonde moved his hips in smooth motions with his shoulders.
Craig grabbed Tweek by the waist again, pulling him in closer. He leaned down, and talked softly into his ear.
“Let’s go back to my place.” He said. He felt the blonde shiver at the proximity of his hot breath, and possibly from his suggestion.
Tweek regained his composure and pulled away, smirking slightly, still dancing. “Tired so soon?”
Craig flushed slightly, feeling like he had been too forward with what he said to Tweek. The blonde and his dancing was making him lose the calm he normally felt inside, and the alcohol was definitely not helping. He did know, however, that he was now done with dancing and the crowd that was packed around them. He wanted one thing at this point, and it was to be alone with Tweek.
Craig was about to respond when Tweek turned away, talking to the girls in a tone that the others couldn’t hear. They all giggled together, and Bebe smacked Tweek’s ass as the boy turned around and grabbed Craig’s hand.
“Let’s go!” He said, dragging Craig out of the crowd.
Craig met eyes with Clyde and Token behind him, both of which gave him a knowing smirk, and Clyde brought his fingers up, making them into a juvenile sex innuendo. Craig snorted and flipped him off as he was pulled out of the bar and into the cold night air.
Tweek turned to him. He was still panting slightly, trying to catch his breath from dancing, then running straight from the dance floor to the exit. They were still holding hands. Craig rubbed his thumb against the top of Tweek’s knuckles lightly. The cold air had momentarily caused his foggy and sexual thoughts to suddenly be pushed the the back of his mind, and he was now fully aware that he still wanted to spend time with Tweek alone. Being with the blonde so far had made him feel happy, happier than he felt with most people. His nervous but infectious energy made Craig feel warm on the inside of his chest, and he couldn’t help but think that everything Tweek did was cute. Or, alternatively, sexy. It truly did baffle him, because his last consistent boyfriend, Thomas, looked nothing like Tweek. He didn’t really act like him either. Honestly, Craig had never met anyone like the blonde. Whatever this energy he brought was, Craig was into it.
“Do you mind if I stop and grab a coffee before we head back to your place? I kind of… ngh… twitch a lot when I go without it.” Tweek asked, looking up at Craig with wide eyes. One of his eyes blinked closed.
Craig shrugged. “You could. Or I could make you some when we get to my apartment.”
Tweek smiled, grabbing Craig’s hand harder. “I’m fine with that.”
The two headed back in the direction of Craig’s apartment building, walking faster to avoid the frigid wind whipping across their faces. The night was clear, and Craig couldn’t help himself. He looked up to the sky, and what he could see of the stars through the bright city lights, and admired them in their beauty. One thing he would never get tired of was looking up at night, making out constellations and patterns of stars. He tore his gaze away to look at Tweek, who he was beginning to think was equally as beautiful. He had been looking at him while he was admiring the sky.
“You're such a little space nerd.” Tweek said, chuckling quietly.
Craig said nothing about the comment but felt a little flushed as he stopped in front of his building and grabbed his keys. They entered the building and got into the elevator. They went down the halls on Craig’s floor, looking at the different festive holiday door decorations until they came to Craig’s, which was plain except for a small paper cutout wreath. Tweek laughed, putting a finger on the wreath.
“I’m guessing you didn’t put this up?”
Craig unlocked the door and opened it. “No, that was Clyde.”
They walked into the dark apartment. Tweek was looking around at the dark shapes in the living room. Craig turned on the light for the living room and kitchen. He almost felt guilty about bringing Tweek here when it was such a mess. Clyde’s stuff was thrown all over the kitchen, his discarded sweatpants and gym clothes piling up on a chair near the corner. On the kitchen table, there was a pyramid of beer cans, and next to it was a mirrored pyramid of disposable vapes. Used dishes were cluttered in the sink, and various papers, pencils, and other project items were spread out. The rolling tray sat on the edge of the counter, loose pieces of bud spread out on it and making the space look even more messy.
“Does Clyde live here too? And Token?” Tweek asked.
Craig flipped on a light switch for the hallway. “Yeah, Clyde lives here too. Token doesn’t. He has his own place.” He shrugged off his blue coat and hung it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
Tweek followed his action, taking his dark green coat off as well and setting it on the back of the chair. Craig went over to the coffee machine. He picked up the grounds, and Tweek was then by his side, pressing against his back just enough to make him notice.
“No Keurig? I’m impressed.” Tweek said, moving his hand slowly and lightly down Craig’s back.
Craig said nothing but hummed slightly and tried to focus as he finished preparing the coffee and let it strain. He then turned around, coming face to face with Tweek. It was then evident to him at that moment that he was still quite tipsy. His stomach turned over on itself, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the anticipation from the blonde being in his apartment. He didn’t usually take people home from the bar, and when he did, he certainly didn’t make them coffee. It was pretty straight to the point, and that’s the way he thought he liked it. Short, without strings attached, and they’d be gone before he went to sleep at night. Tweek felt different.
Tweek made him actually feel something, and he didn’t know why. He took up all of Craig’s attention, and made him feel almost better than he did looking at the stars. He realized he might be feeling sentimental from being so shit-faced, but it didn’t matter. Craig was completely sure he had become infatuated with the blonde during the few hours they had spent together, more so than he had with anyone ever before. Maybe it was because he hadn’t been put off by Craig’s weird obsession with space and space-related shows, and had actually seemed interested. Or, maybe it was from watching and feeling the movement in his hips on the dance floor. They had just met earlier that night, but Craig felt a pull towards the other man, and from all evidence gathered earlier, Tweek did, too. Looking into his deep green eyes felt like looking into a swirling Milky Way, the colors flashing bright and sparkling like no other.
Jesus Christ, Craig was drunk.
Before the bar, now about four hours ago, he and Clyde had taken many shots, and he didn’t feel their full effect until just before he had met Tweek. By that time, he had also drunk two strong mixed drinks and two glasses of beer. Thankfully, he was no stranger to fast-paced drinking, so the alcohol behaved in his stomach well typically, but he still felt dizzy. He had also been told that he was an emotional drunk sometimes with close friends, which was an embarrassingly funny contrast to his normal personality. He definitely understood what his friends had meant by that now. Everything in his life seemed great at the moment, and he felt a happy, giddy feeling that he normally didn’t, even when drunk. These feelings must be emotions.
The coffee machine finished, and Craig grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and filled it. Tweek took it gratefully and sipped it, his hands shaking and twitching as he did so. They stood in silence, Craig not minding but feeling the atmosphere get a little awkward as the air kicked on in the background.
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Tweek drank the coffee nervously, vaguely wondering what the best move was from here. He had never gone over to somebody’s house from a bar alone and not immediately been touchy and initiating any kind of sexual act. It was different, and he felt like an idiot just standing there, awkwardly, and twitching. He finished his coffee as quickly as he could and set the mug down, trying to get back into familiar territory. They stared at each other.
“So,” Tweek began, leaning forward and letting himself act on instinct, “what now?” He trailed his fingers down the front of Craig’s shirt, stopping just above his waistband.
Craig blinked down at Tweek, slowly, again with an unreadable expression. “Can I kiss you?”
Tweek broke into a smile, laughing and grabbing into the front on Craig’s shirt. “You don’t need to ask.”
They both leaned forward, kissing each other slowly. The first kiss was short, close mouthed, and delicate, testing the waters. Tweek felt heat in his chest blossom, and he grabbed Craig’s hair, pushing his head gently down into the kiss harder, and opened his mouth.
Craig opened his with no hesitation, and pressed back, much more aggressive this time. Tweak felt the heat burn stronger in his chest, now moving down towards the base of his stomach. Craig moved both of his hands to Tweek’s hips, gripping them stronger than he had earlier. Tweek smiled into the kiss and pressed himself against Craig’s body, wanting to feel more of him.
Tweek gasped slightly when Craig moved his hand lower, grabbing Tweek’s ass and squeezing. He moved his other hand to Tweek’s ass as well, lifting the smaller blonde up so he could wrap his legs around Craig’s waist. They never broke contact of their lips until Craig pulled back, hefting Tweek higher and pressing him against the wall. They both panted heavily.
“Where… is the bedroom?” Tweek asked, still pressed up against the wall. Craig was inches away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Tweek felt the same way. He wanted to be somewhere more comfortable, though.
He let himself be carried as Craig moved away from the wall, his hand still on Tweek’s ass, both for support and for his own enjoyment. He wandered down the hall and went to the room on the end to the right. As they entered, Tweek snuck a glance at the mostly empty walls and the few piles of clothes on the floor. There were a few kits with various tools in them, probably for the engineering classes, scattered about. Before he could look any further, Tweek was tossed down on the bed, Craig leaning overtop of him.
They met eyes, and Tweek smiled. Craig smiled back, faintly, and leaned back. He reached towards the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off. Tweek sat up and pulled his shirt off as well.
They kissed again, this time going more slow, and feeling sloppy from their drunken movements. Tweek felt his body practically vibrating from the caffeine he had drunk, and he prayed Craig didn’t notice nor care.
They laid there for a few minutes more, making out on top of the unmade bedsheets and running their hands up and down each other’s bodies. Tweek felt his pants become less and less comfortable with each passing second, and he felt a growing urge to take them off. He didn’t, though, because he didn’t want to be the first one to break apart from the kiss.
Craig was the one that pulled away, sitting back and looking at Tweek, who was still trying to catch his breath. Craig kept his straight face for a few seconds, staring at Tweek with a monotone expression. Tweek didn’t say anything, instead staring back, slightly confused. He then realized why Craig had pulled apart when he did, because Tweek then heard the front door in the kitchen close. Voices chattered back and forth, and the two looked at each other passively, trying to figure out who it was.
“I think that’s Clyde. He must have brought someone home.” Craig shrugged and got up, going towards the door to close it when footsteps approached.
Tweek saw a flash of curly blonde hair and nearly choked.
“Bebe?” He said, standing up and throwing a shirt on as quickly as he could. He went towards the door, stopping slightly behind Craig.
The girl turned her head towards Tweek’s voice, a smirk on her face. She leaned against the wall, but ended up swaying back and forth. “Hey, Tweek.”
“You went home with Clyde? Not that I’m insulting your taste or anything, but…” Tweek’s voice caught in his throat, and he found that he suddenly couldn’t speak when he looked down the hall and saw Clyde talking with none other than Wendy.
The moment felt surreal. What the hell was going on? “Wendy? You too?”
Bebe giggled and stood up, still swaying. Her hair was frizzy and one of her fake lashes was coming unglued at the inside corner. Tweek reached out a hand, grabbing her arm and steadying her. She was drunk off her ass.
“You know I’m a sucker for the smooth talkers, Tweek.” Bebe said, leaning into his arms and sighing.
“No offense, I’d expect this of you, but Wendy?” Tweek glanced over at Craig, who had since put a t-shirt on as well and was watching the situation unfold with a neutral expression, daring to look even slightly amused. He leaned against the doorframe, glancing between the two in front of him and the two in the kitchen.
Wendy and Clyde made their way down the hall, Clyde’s arm draped over her shoulder and holding a filled shot glass in one hand and a bottle of Absolut in the other. They stumbled, tripping over nothing on the floor and hitting the wall, laughing. Tweek simply could not believe what he was seeing.
“You guys left, and we got white… girl… wastedddd!” Clyde cheered, standing up and raising the now half-spilled shot glass up in front of him. Wendy cackled with laughter, still leaning against the wall and now sitting on the floor.
“Yeah, a hundred dollars later…” Bebe said back, letting go of Tweek and going over to Clyde. She wrapped her arms around his torso and sloppily pressed a kiss to his neck. The brunette smirked and downed the half shot.
Tweek looked back at Craig with wide eyes. He then returned his gaze to the trio in front of him. “A hundred dollars? J-Jesus Christ, how much did you drink? We weren’t gone for that long!”
Wendy appeared at Clyde’s other side, next to Bebe. “Enough.” She said. Clyde slid his arm that wasn’t around Bebe’s waist over her shoulders.
Tweek scratched at his arm nervously. He felt his eye twitch again. “Are you okay? Where is Nichole?” It was rare that his roommates went home with someone, and he had never seen them go with someone together. He had never thought they would be even remotely into that, anyway.
Bebe turned back towards Tweek, still smiling and clinging onto Clyde. “She went home. I think Token went with her. We all got lucky tonight, by the looks of it.” She was staring at Tweek’s shirt intently.
Tweek looked down to see that he was in a shirt about two sizes too big. It had constellation patterns on the front. This definitely wasn’t his. He felt heat rise in his cheeks and looked over to Craig, who still leaned against the doorframe, looking genuinely amused now.
Clyde handed Tweek the bottle of vodka and reached his arm that was around Bebe out next to Tweek, where a printer was against the wall. He laughed, barely looking at the paper. “Look, it’s my homework! I think we should take a look at it.”
The brunette held it in front of him and read aloud, “Market reports are coming in about a steady rise in interest below my waist. I think we might need to take care of that. How about you ladies check it out?”
Tweek caught sight of Craig rolling his eyes. He heard the black haired boy mumble, “Real smooth, dude.”
Bebe and Wendy looked at each other, giggling, and the three started moving towards the bedroom across from Craig’s. They both waved at Tweek.
“Bye, Tweek! See you tomorrow!” Wendy said. Bebe stuck her tongue out and walked into the room ahead of Clyde and Wendy, who were still linked together. They were talking amongst themselves loudly still, mostly giggling and laughing. The door shut behind them, and Tweek turned back towards Craig, blinking rapidly.
“That was weird.” He said. He looked down to the nearly full bottle of Absolut in his hand. The glass was still cold from being taken out of the fridge.
Craig reached out for the bottle and picked it up from Tweek’s hands. Tweek followed him into the kitchen, which was even more messy now with Wendy and Bebe’s purses and jackets slung around the floor and a few glasses sitting out. Craig picked up the cap to the bottle and put it on, then opened the fridge to put the alcohol back in. He turned around again to face Tweek, who was standing behind him, leaning on the counter and still feeling a little stunned.
“They’ve never gone home with someone before?” Craig asked. He moved so that their chests were nearly touching, and rested his hands on either side of Tweek on the edge of the counter.
“I mean, they’ve gone home with guys before, but never with each other. I didn’t even think they were into that, I mean, I’m the last one to hate, but it’s just kind of weird. And what a coincidence that I’m here?” Oh God.
Tweek looked up at Craig with narrowed eyes. “Did you guys drug us?” It would make sense.
Craig smiled slightly, leaning forward so that their foreheads were almost touching. “What if we did?”
Tweek felt a heavy weight settle inside his stomach. “Y-You know… That would actually explain a lot.” He said nervously, leaning away from the other boy and shrinking.
Craig then noticed that Tweek had taken him somewhat seriously and stepped back, giving him some space. “Dude, I was kidding. We didn’t drug you.” It sounded sincere.
Tweek stayed silent and Craig stepped back again, going to the coffee machine. There was still half a pot left. Craig grabbed Tweek’s mug from earlier and filled it halfway, taking a sip. He offered it to Tweek. The blonde took it grateful, inhaling the smell with a smile. Craig seemed like a trustworthy person. So did Token. Clyde? Well, not so much, but from what Tweek could tell, it didn’t seem like his friends would get away with anything like that.
Tweek set the mug down next to Craig’s hand, as the taller boy had taken a position in front of Tweek yet again, this time pressing their bodies together. Tweek smiled up at Craig and reached a hand up to rest on the back of Craig’s head. They both leaned into each other, and their lips met, softly.
After a few seconds, Tweek pressed harder against Craig, smiling slightly into the kiss. Now that they were alone again, he felt more bold. Craig slid his leg in between Tweek’s and pushed him against the counter more, not enough to hurt, but enough to apply pressure. Tweek grabbed Craig’s hair in response, and opened his mouth slightly. Fuck, it felt good kissing him.
They continued kissing, getting more hot and desperate for contact as time went by. Tweek moved his hand under Craig’s shirt, wanting to reach his hand up, when they heard a loud thump from the direction of the bedrooms. They broke apart momentarily, both looking in the direction of the noise. Shortly after the bump, they heard a very loud, very clear moan, almost as loud as the noise. The two exchanged glances.
Tweek began to lean forward again, trying to initiate another kiss, when there was another loud moan and a yell of, “Oh, fuck, Clyde!” From the bedroom. It sounded like Bebe. Tweek suddenly wished he didn’t have ears.
“Fucking Christ.” Craig said. Tweek laughed, trying to relieve some of the awkwardness.
“Are women always this loud with Clyde?” He asked.
Craig sighed and raised a hand to hold the bottom of Tweek’s jaw. He traced the edge. “Yes.”
The two cringed as they heard both women making sexual noises at the same time. What could Clyde possibly be doing? It was impossible to ignore the noise. They were so loud. It was also a total turn off.
“Maybe we could go somewhere else?” Tweek suggested. Craig shrugged. Tweek grabbed some of Craig’s hair at the back of his neck, twirling it absently.
“Where?” Craig asked.
Tweek thought about it. They could go to his house, the one he rented with Nichole, Bebe, and Wendy. But Nichole was there, apparently with Token. Nichole never takes anyone home, they could be doing anything. They also weren’t expecting anybody to come any time soon. He shivered at the thought of hearing not only two but all three of his roommates having sex in one night. They were his best friends, which made it even more awkward. At least he wasn’t straight.
Where else could they go? There weren't many places open now. There really wasn’t anywhere to go. He was about to admit defeat when Craig laughed to himself, suddenly. Tweek raised an eyebrow, asking silently what he was laughing about.
“I actually have an idea, but it’s not exactly somewhere we’d go for sex. Only if you wanted to.” He said. Tweek gave a half shrug. He felt kind of disgusted and turned off by the still echoing sound of his roommates being banged at the same time, apparently, in the next room. If there was anything that got him out of that apartment at that moment, he’d take it.
“Okay, what is it?” Tweek asked. He felt an eye starting to act up, twitching slightly, and he grabbed the mug and took another drink of the coffee.
Craig went over to the closet near the kitchen, looking through the shoes and coats inside. “How do you feel about sneaking into the football stadium?”
That’s definitely not what Tweek had expected. Not exactly something he was opposed to, though. “I’m not against it, but why?”
Craig straightened up, holding up a thick winter coat. He looked over to Tweek with a smile on his face. “You can see the stars really well from up there.”
Tweek struggled to fight back the warm feeling spreading through his chest. Craig was the cutest nerd he might have ever met. He didn’t seem like it initially, but on the inside, he was like a little teddy bear. With an obsession with space.
“That’s— I never thought of that. Yes, let’s go.” Tweek walked closer to Craig, who lowered the coat he was holding. The two tried to ignore the loud sound of skin smacking on skin from the other room.
Craig grabbed a thermos from the cabinet and set it by Tweek. “Fill this up with the rest of the coffee. I’ll grab a blanket and some warmer clothes.”
Tweek watched Craig head back towards the hallway, setting the winter coat over the edge of a kitchen chair. He realized that he was still in his tighter, uncomfortable jeans that he had put on before going out. Not that he expected to be in anything else, but they were not comfortable to wear for long periods of time. He opened the thermos and poured the coffee inside. The rest of the liquid in the pot filled the container perfectly, and Tweek put the coffee pot back, feeling satisfied with the perfect fit.
Then, Craig returned from his bedroom in a new outfit and carrying a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He put them on the same chair as the winter coat and went into the living room, probably to grab a blanket. Tweek walked up to the clothes.
“Put them on. It’s cold out, and as much as I like seeing you in my shirt, you’ll freeze to death if that’s all you have.” Craig said, coming back from the living room with a thick blanket.
Tweek looked down, unzipping his jeans and beginning to pull them down. He glanced up and saw Craig watching him intently. He looked back down, feeling self conscious. It was near impossible to feel sexy while taking off skinny jeans. Craig grabbed the sweatpants in the chair and moved closer to Tweek. He held out the sweatpants, to which Tweek grabbed gratefully. He held them up in front of his legs, seeing that they were quite long, and he would probably end up having to roll them up. He pulled the pants up to his waist, and then pulled them as high as they could go. The waistband reached to just over his abs. Craig had some long ass legs.
“Daddy long legs.” Tweek joked quietly, mostly to himself as he rolled the waistband, twice. He rolled the cuffs of the pants at the bottom as well. If there was one thing he learned from living with all girls, it was how to make clothes that are too big fit correctly and look good.
Craig snorted at Tweek’s comment and held the sweatshirt out for him as well. Tweek grabbed it and put the sweatshirt on overtop the shirt. It smelled nice. Craig smelled nice. It reminded him of the smell of a forest after a downpour. It was fresh and comforting at the same time. It was also Tweek’s favorite weather, because that’s when the plants flourished, and became their most vibrant. What a coincidence.
Craig had since put on a blue and yellow chullo hat and a soft-looking thick flannel overtop of his sweatshirt. He was in the process of putting on a winter coat as well when Tweek was done. Tweek put on another coat as well. They put on the rest of the clothes, bundling up, and grabbed the thermos and blanket, and headed out the door.
The two made their way down to the lobby and out into the city, which was now dark. The mountains loomed in the distance, and their snowy peaks could still be seen even in the dark. The buildings blocked some of the view, but it was pretty, nonetheless. There were a few people walking down the side of the street, and Tweek checked the time. It was three a.m. He hadn’t realized time had gone by so fast.
The wind whipped past Tweek’s face as he followed Craig in the direction of the football stadium. The stadium was further away from the main part of the college town, and it was a little bit of a hike. However, the sky was much clearer there, and the mountains were even more visible from around the large building. The two walked and talked occasionally about various things, such as game day stories from previous years and stories about walking to the stadium before, and the journey seemed much shorter than it usually was.
When they approached the edge of the fence that surrounds the stadium, Craig looked up at the top, which was probably triple his height. It wasn’t a chain-linked fence, instead one with metal, solid vertical bars and sharp hooks at the top. Tweek furrowed his brows, feeling confused. How the hell do you get over that?
Craig answered his question when he jumped up, stepping on the hinge of the gate next to them where it was connected to a brick column. Tweek watched in fascination as Craig climbed up onto the next hinge, and then the next, and grabbed the top of the brick column and pulled himself up. He turned around and motioned for Tweek to throw the thermos and blanket.
“Come on, throw that stuff up and climb on the hinges.” Craig’s voice called from above. Tweek tossed the two items, both of which Craig caught and dropped onto the other side.
Tweek put a foot on the hinge tentatively. It didn’t seem too hard to pull himself up from there. He stepped up, grabbing the bar of the gate next to him and went to put his other foot on the next hinge. He felt solid, and then worked his way up to the last one. When he did, his foot started slipping, and Tweek shrieked as his foot slipped and his body started to fall down, the bar slipping from his grip.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his own, and Tweek felt himself being pulled up onto the flat top of the brick column. He started to pull himself as well, and managed to get his whole body on top, shaking, panting, and trying to catch his breath. He looked over at Craig, who was looking at him and smiling, acting like he hadn’t just saved a Tweek from getting a concussion or possibly worse.
“T-Thanks, Craig. I almost just died. Jesus.” Tweek breathed, looking down to the ground, which seemed a lot farther away than he had originally thought.
Craig looked down at the ground next to Tweek. “No problem. This is the first time going to the gym with Clyde has actually been useful in my life.”
While Tweek could list countless other benefits of Craig going to the gym, mostly commentary on his excellent physique, Tweek kept quiet and instead kept looking down at the ground. He felt terrified of the height. One more slip and it was over. He shivered.
Craig didn’t seem to have the same fear, and he swung over the edge, grabbing into the bar of the fence again and sliding down using the bar almost like a fireman’s pole. Tweek inhaled sharply. Is that really how he had to get down? He was fucked.
“You can do it Tweek, just grab on and slide!” Craig called up to him. Tweek gritted his teeth. Craig moved underneath the fence and held his arms out. “If you fall, I’ll catch you. I promise.”
Tweek breathed out harshly, and grabbed the fence pole. He was done being scared of this damn fence. He swung a leg over to the fence and relaxed his grip. He started sliding down, slowly at first, and went down until he was right above Craig. As he slid down lower, Craig grabbed his waist and pulled him off the bars.
Tweek smiled as he was picked up and leaned back into Craig’s chest as soon as he felt his feet touch the ground. He looked up at the taller boy and saw that he was looking at Tweek as well. He turned so that they were facing each other, and stood up on his toes to press a kiss against Craig’s cheek.
“Thank you.” He said, smiling and looking up at Craig.
Their gazes met, and Tweek felt his heart beating hard in his chest. He became self aware of his own breathing, and looked up at Craig, their faces inches away from each other. Craig was looking at him as well, and he strengthened his grip on Tweek’s waist. Their eye contact was broken as Craig leaned forward and kissed Tweek’s forehead, softly. Tweek closed his eyes, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks.
Craig slowly pulled away and leaned down to pick up the blanket. Tweek stepped forward as well, picked up the thermos, and followed Craig towards the tunnels that lead into the stadium. He still felt the blush on his cheeks, and his body felt hot, despite the cold breeze.
They went through the tunnel and entered the seating area. The stadium was massive and looked as such on game days, but now, empty, it seemed almost small. Tweek watched as Craig started to work his way up the rows of seats, stepping on the bleachers. Tweek followed him, stepping on the bleachers as well and getting into a rhythm, climbing up at a steady pace.
They made it to the top of the stadium bleachers, and stood next to each other, looking out at the city on the other side. It was beautiful. The lights glittered in the darkness, and the moon shone bright above. Rivers winded through the city, reflecting the moonlight and flowing peacefully. Tweek looked up at the stars, and the vast night sky. It was stunning. There were a few clouds that had passed nearby, but the sky still shone brightly above. The moon was practically radiating and washing the whole scene in bright white light. Tweek could see multiple craters on the moon’s surface. The stars were the most vibrant he had ever seen them in the city, and they flickered, seeming to move into beautiful patterns as Tweek moved his gaze from one to the other.
He looked over to Craig, who was looking up at the sky and smiling to himself. It was one of the most beautiful sights Tweek had ever seen. His heart hammered in his chest. He looked around the stadium, listening to the wind whistling across the empty space, winding and flowing in between the empty metal stands. The moonlight reflected occasionally, and he realized that it had started snowing, and large chunks were now falling down slowly, at their own pace despite the sound of the harsh wind. It felt perfect.
Craig set down the blanket on the top bleacher stand and sat down on top of it. Tweek sat next to him, both of them not saying a word and enjoying the moment. Craig interlocked their hands together, and a Tweek squeezed back. They smiled at each other, and both leaned in, their lips meeting again, creating warmth against cold cheeks. And there they stayed, enjoying each other’s company, wishing the night would last forever.