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When Craig Tucker saw the moving truck pull up on the driveway of the now not vacant house next door, he didn’t think much of it. Why would he? He had grander things on his mind. He graduated high school at the top of his class once he realized that he needed good grades to get into the school he wanted. Aerospace engineering sounded like a hassle but it was a step closer to actually reaching the stars. That was his goal.
Getting his act together was harder than he first anticipated, considering just how bad of a record he had by the time he was a junior. Thankfully, his teachers and counselors always saw some kind of potential in him and helped to not only pass all of his classes with an A but eventually talk to the principal to erase the many detentions and write ups he had on his record. Things were going well for him. He had no doubt in his mind that he was going to get into the school he’d been eyeing for a while. He already sent out his application. It was just a matter of time of waiting to get an email that read in bold letters: CONGRATULATIONS!
He couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of here.
“Craig!” The door slammed open and he knew that was going to be one thing he would never miss. Tricia Tucker strolled in and put her phone in her pocket. He rolled his eyes at her and flipped her off.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asked, turning on his side so his back was facing her. He was getting ready to take a nap.
“Have you seen our new neighbor?” He heard the sound of her unlocking her phone and felt a nudge on his hip. He swatted at her and almost went in with a kick when her screen flashed brightly on his face.
He hissed and was half tempted to actually start a fight. That was a bad habit to break away from. His violent outbursts. It’s gotten better over the years, however. Tricia might be the only one in this god forsaken town who might be on par with his strength and brutality. Tuckers were known to not mess around with.
He eventually got her phone when she didn’t move. It was a blurry photo but not enough that he couldn’t make out what he was seeing. It was a blond man carrying a box into a house. He had a headband on that pushed his bangs away from his face. He was short but stunningly handsome.
Craig felt fire in his veins but went for nonchalance as he gave Tricia back her phone.
“So?” He sat up and fixed his hat as his sister scoffed.
“He’s cute,” she commented, looking at something else now. Maybe Instagram. “Mom said something about welcoming him to the neighborhood.”
Craig hummed and stood up. His sister made her way back to her room while he went downstairs. His dad wasn’t home yet which Craig was grateful for because it meant he could pester his mom about this new neighbor of theirs. His dad always had an ability to read his ulterior motives. He didn’t need to see how desperate Craig was to know more about this mysterious blond man.
“Mom,” said Craig as he entered the kitchen. She was washing a few dishes that were in the sink. “Tricia said something about greeting the neighbor?”
“Oh, yes!” She wiped her hands on a nearby rag and turned to face him, crossing her arms over her chest. “It looks like he’s still moving things in. When the movers leave, I’ll go on over and say hi.”
There was a window right above where the sink was. It gave a perfect view of the neighbor’s front yard and a window where it conveniently showed the inside of the living room. Craig watched as the man came into view and put down a box he was carrying. He wiped away the sweat on his forehead and put his hands on his hips, looking around. Craig drank him in. He had curves and he could see that his thighs and stomach were plumpy. When he turned around, Craig knew he was done for.
His neighbor had a fat ass.
“I should go see if he needs help,” blurted out Craig, zeroing in on his ass.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” His mom gave him a weird look and Craig cleared his throat. He hoped he wasn’t blushing. “Want to make a good impression?”
“Something like that,” replied Craig as he left his mom behind and walked to the front door, putting on his shoes.
“Tell him that I’ll come by later on tonight!” she called out as he closed the door behind him.
Craig was thankful for the cold breeze that hit him at that exact moment. He felt hot right now and he knew that the only thing that could help him was burying his cock deep into that ass. Craig knew he was gay ever since he was in elementary. Even when his town became progressively accepting, he never took the time to fully come out. Maybe it was because of this that he fought so many times throughout school. He never took time to fully explore his sexuality because once he came to terms with what he was, he got busy with schoolwork and a future he so desperately wanted. The only thing that helped were the gay porn he watched and his hand that jacked him off more than he could count.
As he walked to the opened door of his neighbor’s house, he knew that the blond twink who just moved in would help unwind all the brewing energy he’d kept inside for such a long time. Craig had a type, after all.
The blond who gave Craig an instant half hard on was walking towards him just as he was about to knock on the door. The blond jumped in surprise seeing him standing there which Craig didn’t take any offense too. He was rather tall and intimidating look.
“Hi,” said Craig and cleared his throat when he saw the man blink at him with wide blue eyes. Fuck. He’s so fucking hot. “I saw you moving in. I’m your, uh.” Craig pointed to his house. “Neighbor.”
The blond looked him up and down and if Craig didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was checking him out. But his neighbor looked like he was sizing him up in case a fight was about to break loose.
“Hi,” he said, his voice as melodic as Craig envisioned it. He wondered what he could do to make that voice crack—cry, even? Preferably, his name.
When he didn’t say anything else, Craig motioned to the boxes that the movers were taking out from the truck. “Need help?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that! I, nngh, got this!” The blond looked flushed and was already stepping outside of his home and towards the truck. “Thanks though!”
Craig followed after him, determined. “I need something to do anyway.” Without waiting for some kind of permission, he grabbed a box and picked it up. “Where to?”
The blond watched him with narrowed eyes and twitched, his shoulder going up and knocking against his jaw. That looked like it hurt. “You really don’t have to—”
“I want to,” interrupted Craig. Thank fuck he decided to accept Tolkien’s offer of being gym buddies. Perks of having a rich friend that had his own private gym.
The blond sighed and shook his head. “You’re one persistent kid, ya know?”
Kid?
Craig’s brain short circuited and his whole world tilted on its axis. The blond began talking again, at some point, “Take that one to the living rooooom, please.” With that, he turned around and started talking to one of the movers.
Craig somehow took in this information and moved to the living room. He didn’t even know if he could do anything else because kidkidkidkid kept chanting inside his mind. The man didn’t look that old. But the fact that he called Craig a kid was very telling.
He shifted slightly and almost moaned at the feeling of his boner getting friction. Oh fuck.
Did he just discover some kind of kink?
The blond man appeared right behind him and Craig quickly moved in a way that he hoped covered his boner.
“I’ll bake you something as a thanks,” he said, bending down to place the box on the floor.
Craig nearly pounced on the man then and there. His ass was on full display and Craig could already imagine how tight it would feel around his cock. He was willing to bet that he could fuck this man for hours on end and never get tired of it. In fact, Craig knew that it was now a matter of time before he bent the blond and fucked him until the end of time.
“Hey!”
Craig blinked when the man stopped waving his hand in front of him. The blond rolled his eyes and Craig realized just how much taller he was than him. Oh fuck. Maybe he’s the perfect height to just drop down on his knees and suck him off.
“You’re just going to stand there or you’re going to keep, gah, helping?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. Craig wondered if he was a brat.
No worries. He could tame him.
“What’s your name?” he asked and followed after the blond to get another box. His boner was still rock hard. He quickly thought of a wrinkly old lady. Hopefully it’d go down once they’re outside.
“Tweek,” he responded. “Tweek Tweak.” Craig furrowed his brows in confusion. Tweek sighed. “Tweek with two e’s and Tweak with an ea.”
“So…Mr. Tweak.” Craig felt something stir low in his gut. He’s going to have to jack off to this later.
Tweek winced and quickly shook his head. “That’s what everyone calls my dad. Just Tweek is fine.”
“Tweek,” said Craig. The blond gave him an expectant look and the noiret shrugged. “Just felt like saying it.”
Tweek blushed and quickly looked away. “Mn.”
For the rest of the afternoon, Craig would come to learn that Tweek was an avid listener of conspiracy podcasts and the blond went on a tangent about how pigeons were, in fact, robots from the government that were spying on them. Craig listened and tried his best to respond at the appropriate times.
It was hard, however, when his hot neighbor was working up a sweat and Craig was able to see the underlying muscles Tweek had everytime the blond picked up a box that someone his size shouldn’t be able to. Craig was discovering a lot of things about himself from just a simple afternoon. He couldn’t help but wonder if Tweek was anyone else's sexual awakening.
The thought made him feel pissed off. No one else should be checking Tweek out like he was. The possessiveness was startling and Craig had to wonder if he had this in him this whole time.
“That’s the last of it,” announced Tweek and smiled, looking over the master bedroom. Craig couldn’t even remember how he got up here. He was discreetly checking out the shorts Tweek was wearing and how his ass looked amazing in them. “Thanks for helping, Craig. I’m going to go paaaaay the movers now. Feel free to go downstairs and grab a water bottle.”
Craig, despite wanting to rail Tweek like crazy, was also incredibly thirsty. He took the blond up on his offer and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a water bottle and chugged it like it was his lifeline. Some water spilled from the corners of his mouth but he didn’t care. It felt refreshing as it slid down his neck and into his sweaty shirt. After the water was gone, he pulled the bottle away and licked his lips.
It was only then did he notice Tweek standing there frozen under the archway. Maybe Craig was too into his head but the gaze the blond was giving him was heated. He felt the stirrings of a boner coming on and he dared to take the first step. Tweek was looking all over his body but his gaze snapped up when Craig moved. He stopped, feeling like one wrong move was all that was going to take to have the blond running to the hills. He didn’t want that. He couldn’t mistake it now, though.
Tweek was checking him out.
Craig opened his mouth, ready to ask for something, when a loud knock came from the front door.
Tweek jumped and tumbled back, his pale face flushed deep red. God, Craig couldn’t help but wonder what other parts of his body blushed so prettily.
“I-I need to—” He stopped and simply turned around, walking awkwardly to the door.
Craig was tempted to yell at the person who interrupted them when he heard the voice of his mom. He quickly crushed the bottle and placed it on the counter. He made his way to the front door and saw his mom with a freshly made pie in her hands. Behind her was Tricia looking down at her phone and his dad, Thomas Tucker, trying to appear friendly despite the awkwardness radiating from his body.
“Welcome to the neighborhood!” said Laura Tucker, ever so radiant as she smiled, and handed a stunned Tweek the pie. “I see you met my son already.”
Tweek looked back at Craig with a new light. He quickly looked away when Craig made eye contact with him.
“He was a great heeeelp today,” said Tweek, moving off to the side and gesturing with his head that they were more than welcomed to come in.
His mom shook her head. “Thanks but we have dinner over at our place right now.” She looked at Craig who refused to move from his spot behind Tweek. “Let’s go, Craig.”
He almost felt like a child being dragged away from his favorite place in the whole world. The urge to stomp his foot was high but, in the end, decided not to do it because that would be ridiculous. He hesitated, though, just as he was about to pass Tweek.
“It was nice meeting you, Tweek,” he said, voice low.
The blond blushed and almost smashed the pie against his chest. “L-Likewise, Craig.”
“You worked up a sweat, kiddo?” asked his dad as he stepped over the threshold and walked down the steps.
He heard Tweek choke from behind him as the door closed. Craig smirked, a plan formulating in his brilliant mind.
“Yeah. It was fucking hot.”
Apparently, Tweek opened up a cafe. It was in the main plaza of South Park where most commercial businesses were located. Now, Craig wasn’t a coffee person or much of a sweet tooth either. He’d sometimes eat a bit of a nibble from a pastry but not as much as, let’s say, his mom or sister. But he was suddenly Sunshine Cafe’s number one customer.
At this point, Tweek knew his order off the bat. It was a simple decaf coffee with milk and sugar and a chocolate chip muffin warmed up. Simple, really. But it was worth it seeing the way Tweek moved as he worked. Gone was the man who talked about the government spying on their every move. Here, he was in the zone. Eyes were focused as he prepared every order. Body moving in a way that should be illegal as he brought out batch after batch of freshly made pastries. His blond hair pulled back by a simple blue headband. He was a work of art.
Craig wanted to bend him over and fuck him silly.
He always brought his laptop with him to make it seem like he was busy doing something. In reality, he was looking up ways on how to ask older gay men to be fuck buddies. All the search results he’s seen ranged from being direct to the fear of catching feelings. Craig has heard horror stories of fuck buddies gone wrong. Hell, Clyde was a living testament to that. He was head over heels for Bebe who barely gives him the time of day.
Craig was certain that he would not catch feelings for Tweek Tweak.
He just wanted to fuck him. That’s all.
The doorbell rang and he didn’t bother looking up from his research project. Tweek’s cafe was popular which meant that the blond didn’t have much time to come around to talk to him. Such a shame. Back home, it was even harder to get some alone time with the blond. It was as if he was avoiding him—
“Hey, Mr. Tweak! You said 1:30 was my shift, right?”
Craig’s head snapped up and saw his worst nightmare go behind the counter.
Tweek was handing Stan Marsh an apron and the blond was smiling at him.
“Yes. Stan, right? And please, call me Tweek.”
Stan put on the apron rather clumsily and Tweek laughed.
“You did say you had experience with culinary, correct?”
Stan nodded quickly and dusted off his apron. “I pick things up quickly too!”
Tweek began gesturing to the coffee machines and Stan listened, nodding every once in a while.
Why was he here? Stan should be at Kyle’s house fucking each other or something! Why was he here?!?!
He watched as Tweek went to the back and Craig took the chance to interrogate the bane of his existence.
He tried not to stomp his way to the front and he watched as Stan’s face went pale in nervousness for a second before it settled into a frown once he realized who it was.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Tucker?” asked Stan, a bit of a blush on his face. Probably from embarrassment.
“I was going to ask you that,” hissed Craig, narrowing his eyes. “Didn’t know you were a barista, dickhead.”
“Didn’t know you liked coming to places like this, fuckwad.”
“Why the fuck are you—”
Tweek decided to come back at that moment. The blond paused and Craig immediately tried to scold his face into the neutral look he often wore.
“Hey Tweek,” he said.
“Hi Craig.” Tweek came to a stop beside Stan and looked between them. “Do you know each other?”
“No,” they responded in unison.
Tweek cocked an eyebrow and placed a thick book on the counter. “Do you want something else, Craig? Lunch time is about to begin and I can have Stan whip up the new lunch items I’ll be introducing next week.”
That was how Craig got roped up in being a test dummy. The plate in front of him looked normal. A simple grilled cheese sandwich with a side of tomato soup. Craig wanted to spit at the food which was made by none other than his nemesis. He came to learn that Tweek hired Stan as a cook for the food items he’s been brainstorming. The blond confessed that he wasn’t much of a cook but a baker instead. And while Stan was mostly there for the food portion, he would also be handling the front every once in a while. Or, until, Tweek could hire one more person.
Craig really felt like he had no other choice but to eat the food presented to him. While Stan did cook it, it was Tweek who orchestrated it. They were both watching his every move. Stan with a scowl on his face while Tweek had a nervous look on his.
Craig decided to bite the bullet and dipped his sandwich in the soup before eating it.
Fuck. It was good.
Tweek seemed to realize what he felt because the blond sagged in relief and a radiant smile was on his face the next split second. Oh god. Craig felt his chest tightened. His pants too.
“Oh! I’m so happy it tasted well! I need to go write some more ideas.” The blond was back at the counter, writing something down in that thick book he brought out.
“Huh.” Craig snapped his gaze at Stan who was still standing beside him.
“What,” spat Craig, taking another reluctant bite. Fuck, it was better the second time. How?
Stan looked back at Tweek then back at Craig. He slowly began to smile. Oh no. No no no no.
“Nothing.”
Before Craig could do anything, Stan was strolling back to the counter. That was when a customer came in and Tweek closed the book. Craig watched as the blond began teaching Stan how to run the cash register and prep the drinks. Uneasiness pooled at the pit of Craig’s stomach but he ignored it in favor of memorizing the way Tweek looked as he worked.
Yeah, he couldn’t wait to tap that.
It was 8 o’clock at night on a Thursday. Craig knew that Tweek closed the shop early and that he arrived home a few hours earlier. So what better time to corner his neighbor than now? He knocked on Tweek’s door and waited. He rocked on his heels and glanced over at his house. His parents were out on a dinner date and his sister was sleeping over at the McCormick’s. It was the perfect opportunity to get closer to Tweek.
Craig wasn’t kidding when the blond was doing his best to avoid him at all costs. When Craig camped out at the cafe, Tweek would at times check up on him but otherwise left him alone. At home, Craig never found the time to talk to Tweek. The older man seemed to be a workaholic since he arrived home late into the night.
Just as he was about to knock a second time, the door opened.
Craig almost moaned at the sight before him.
Tweek was wearing a loose white shirt with gym shorts that reached his knees, showing off his calves. His hair was wet from a shower, maybe, and his skin looked dewey and flushed. His blue eyes were glazed over and Craig could almost imagine that’s how Tweek’s face would look like close to an orgasm.
Tweek blinked and seemed to realize who was standing before him. His posture immediately became tense. This just proved his theory. Craig couldn’t help but wonder why the blond seemed so determined to avoid him.
“Craig,” whispered Tweek, his hand on the door handle tightening. “What can I do for you?”
Craig had to play it cool. This was a once in a million opportunity. Maybe tonight he will finally get laid.
“Can I come in?”
Tweek glanced over at Craig’s house, eyebrows furrowed. “Your parents aren’t home?”
“Nope.” To emphasize that he was truly alone, he added, “My sister isn’t either.”
“Oh.” The blond bit his lip and Craig realized that his bottom lip was thicker than his top. Oh fuck. Tweek shifted to the side and gestured for him to come in.
Craig walked in with an ease that would make it seem that he wasn’t nervous or eager to shove his dick down Tweek’s throat. His body was buzzing with an energy he wasn’t familiar with. He tried to control his breathing as Tweek motioned for him to follow him to the living room. Craig sat down on the couch as the blond left, mumbling about getting drinks.
Craig looked around and couldn’t help but take in the little knick knacks that screamed Tweek. Like the lego sets on display on the shelves or the variety of baking books in his bookcase. There were music sheets on the coffee table with a pencil nearby. Craig would have never thought that Tweek played any kind of music. Come to think of it, the blond did have the hands for it.
Long, slender, pale with freckles. He wondered how it would look wrapped around his dick.
Craig was presented with a mug of hot chocolate and he hummed in pleasure when he realized it was the same one as the cafe. Since there were no other spaces to sit, Tweek sat beside him. He left a large gap between them, however.
“What can I, ngh, do for you?” asked Tweek, taking a sip of his herbal tea. Craig couldn’t tell which.
Craig took a sip of his drink, truly savoring the flavor. He placed his cup down and shifted slightly to face the blond. Tweek was shaking, a clear indicator that he was anxious. Craig didn’t know how to go about this situation so he went with what he was well known for: bluntness.
“Can we have sex?”
Tweek choked on his drink. Craig thought he didn’t have anything in his mouth but he clearly miscalculated on that part.
“WHAT?!” Understandably, Tweek shot to his feet and pressed himself against the wall. His eyes were wide and he was breathing heavily. Craig decided to remain seated and grabbed his cup, taking a sip of his drink once more. “Why would you ask me that?! Don’t you know how much older I am thaaaaan you?!
Craig smacked his lips. “Yeah, I do.” Not really but he had a vague idea that Tweek was at least five years older than him.
“No way, man! That’s crazy!!” Tweek looked like he was about to run out. Craig decided to pull out his trump card.
“You checked me out that first day,” said Craig calmly, once again putting down his cup. He slowly stood up and walked towards Tweek. He knew he was tall and he didn’t want to loom over the blond. “I saw the way you looked at me.”
With that, Tweek immediately blushed heavily. He shifted his gaze downwards and a guilty look came over him.
“I didn’t mean to…”
Slowly, carefully, Craig cupped Tweek’s cheek and by god did the contact do something to the noiret. It was heavenly. The blond’s skin was hot underneath his touch and Craig couldn’t help but press closer as he lifted Tweek’s head to look at him.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice deep but reassuring. “I liked it.” Craig dared to caress Tweek’s cheek and he felt the blond lean into his touch.
“This isn’t—we shouldn’t—”
“But you want to,” observed Craig, bending down to nearly press his lips against Tweek’s. Almost there. He went for a tease, making sure his next words brushed against Tweek’s lips, “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now, babe.”
Tweek gasped and that’s all Craig needed to dive in.
The kiss was chaste at first but quickly grew desperate. Craig always imagined how his first kiss would be. He was never interested in pursuing anything while in high school. For one, everyone was annoying as hell and he would rather die than sleep with any of them. Two, his academics became a main priority once he realized he had a shot of getting the fuck out of South Park.
Hearing the stories from his friends, Craig always wondered how it would go. If, for example, he would get riled up by just a simple kiss. To his shame, he was one of those men.
Craig went with what he felt was right and tilted his face slightly, deepening the kiss. Tweek moaned and he couldn’t help himself when he bit Tweek’s bottom lip. The blond mewled and the sound immediately went to his dick which was already rock hard. He pressed Tweek against the wall and the blond immediately jumped to circle his legs around his waist. Craig was caught off guard but quickly recovered, cupping the blond’s ass to hitch him close to his groin. From there, it was all a blur. Craig, at some point, stuck his tongue inside Tweek’s mouth and rutted against him.
Tweek made a lot of noise and Craig was suddenly glad that they had a whole house to themselves. He felt greedy and wanted to keep these sounds to himself. Tweek was lost in the sensations because long gone were the anxious tremors that he had. He was grinding on him with a desperation that drove Craig wild. The blond threw his head back at a particular thrust, banging his head against the wall. Craig saw a large expanse of skin on display and dove right in. His mouth latched onto the side of Tweek’s neck and sucked, hard. Tweek moaned and his fingers dug into Craig’s hair, tugging at it to the point where Craig felt a slight sting on his scalp. It burned deliciously.
Craig couldn’t help but bite down between Tweek’s neck and shoulder and the scream that Tweek let out almost made it seem he came already.
“Bed,” mewled Tweek, his rutting slowing to a stop.
Craig didn’t need any more prompting. He carried the blond up the stairs and right into his bedroom. He dropped Tweek on the bed and watched with half lidded eyes as the blond shakily took off not only his shirt but shorts and boxers as well. Craig felt his mouth dry at the sight. He was right, after all. Tweek was thick in all the right places and the muscles flexing right underneath his skin painted an image of a man who must be strong. His thighs were plump and Craig, not caring that he was still in his clothes, immediately went on the bed and gripped those thighs like he always wanted to.
Tweek groaned at the sensation and Craig dug his fingers in more. He knew he was going to leave marks. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. He bent down and sank his teeth into the skin. Tweek screamed and withered, pushing his thigh closer to Craig’s mouth and jerking away at the same time. Craig was merciless, however, and pulled Tweek closer, an arm going over Tweek’s hips to stop his movement completely. Tweek seemed to go pliant after that.
He went up near Tweek’s crotch, leaving hickies and bite marks, tasting his skin on his tongue. As he got closer to the blond’s hard dick, he slowly realized that he didn't know how to do a blow job. That wasn’t going to stop him though. He was on a mission. Without giving Tweek any heads up, he grabbed the base of Tweek’s hard cock and licked over his slit. The blond jerked then, letting out a sharp cry and curling into Craig. The raven haired man smirked and gave a kiss on it before going over to Tweek’s other thigh and giving it the same treatment.
Once he was satisfied, he went back to Tweek’s cock. He gave it a lick and found that the taste wasn’t as bad as he thought. Musky, salty, and perfectly Tweek. He decided to take the head into his mouth and he sucked, hard. The blond cried out in pure bliss and Craig felt his fingers weave into his hair. A sharp tug encouraged him to take Tweek in more and more he did. He began to bob his head back and forth but found he couldn’t deep throat him. He gagged once the blond’s dick hit the back of his throat and pulled back immediately.
He coughed and wiped away the drool spilling over his mouth, embarrassed at such an amateour move. But when he looked up, all self deprecating thoughts flew out.
Tweek’s legs were spread apart in a lewd manner that hid nothing. His cock was leaning against his stomach where his happy trail glistened with precum. His blush traveled down from his cheeks to his neck and shoulders, highlighting the few freckles there. His hair was mussed and Craig reached over to rake his fingers through it. It was soft. Tweek was a sight to behold and Craig immediately thought: mine.
He crawled up and kissed Tweek deeply. Tweek tugged at his shirt and Craig pulled back, chuckling as the blond tried to follow after him.
“Right now, babe,” he cooed, standing up and throwing off his shirt. He didn’t really try to go for sexy but judging the way Tweek was looking him over as he undressed he was sure he achieved it anyway.
He crawled back into bed and settled between Tweek’s parted legs. He began to pant when he felt their skin touching and he ran his hands wherever he could reach. Every bump and beauty mark was mapped out and Craig’s tongue soon followed. He memorized the taste of Tweek’s skin and found that there would be nothing else that would taste as good as this.
It was only when he shifted that he realized how hard his own cock was. This was it.
“Condom?” he asked, stupidly, because of course he forgot the main essentials.
Tweek seemed to realize his rookie mistake because he laughed. It was melodic and Craig swore that this would be the sound that would greet him when he went to heaven. Actually, he was already there.
“Right there,” said the blond, pointing to his side table.
Craig didn’t want to break contact and easily reached over to open the drawer. He rummaged through it and tried to focus on finding what he needed. It was hard when Tweek took that opportunity to kiss his shoulder and suck on his neck as well. He felt plastic at the tip of his fingers and pulled out a few condom wrappers and a bottle of lube.
He’s been a vigilant student in the art of gay porn sex videos the past few weeks and he knew that he had to prep Tweek. Not to brag but Craig knew he was big and thick. He opened the bottle and squirted some lube onto his fingers. Tweek seemed to know what to do next because he easily spread his legs. Craig wanted to see this. He’s been imaging this since the moment he saw Tweek.
He watched intently as he circled his forefinger around the pucker of Tweek’s hole. It blinked at him and Craig was tempted to shove his finger in. But he was patient and grabbed Tweek’s dick instead. Everytime he moved his finger, he stroked Tweek’s cock. It seemed to relax the blond because he threw his head back and let out a loud moan.
“Craig, please,” he cried out, fisting his blankets and closing his eyes tight. “I-I need it,” he hiccuped.
Craig hummed, letting him know he heard him. He didn’t put his finger in yet.
“Convince me,” he drawled, slowing down his movements.
Tweek thrashed his head. “No, no, no! More!” His voice broke at the end and he began to cry. Craig almost stopped completely, terrified he did something wrong, but Tweek suddenly opened his eyes and gazed at him. His mouth was open and he was breathing fast. His lips were bitten red and Craig seared the sight into his mind forever. “Craig, fuck me please!”
Craig didn’t even think about it before he inserted his finger knuckle deep. Tweek threw his head back and arched his back. Craig felt the strain with his own cock and began thrusting his finger in and out. He added more lube on his fingers when he took it out and thrusted in two fingers when he went back in. Tweek seemed to love the tightness of it because he began chanting his name. Craig had a feeling that if he didn’t fuck him soon he was going to cum from the mere sight of the blond losing his mind over getting fucked by his fingers.
He put in a third finger and went in knuckle deep. His fingertips brushed over a bundle of nerves. Suddenly, Tweek screamed and came all over his stomach.
Craig froze at the sight and slowly took out his fingers. The sound of the lube squelching echoed in the room along with Tweek’s heavy breathing.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” said Craig because fuck that was hot to see. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, honey, that you’re going to feel me for days.”
“Haaah,” panted Tweek, watching him through half-lidded eyes as Craig put on a condom and lubed it up.
He sat back on his hunches and watched as he slowly pushed in the head of his cock. It was marvelous to see the contrast of their skin. Pale with tan. He wished he could take a picture. A flash of heat was his first indication that he might not make it through this alive. Tweek’s hole seemed to suck him in and he couldn’t help the thrust he did to dive in deeper. Tweek withered at that and Craig had to grab a hold of his hips to stop him from moving.
“Stop,” he hissed, losing his mind at the feeling of tightness and heat surrounding his dick.
“Can’t,” cried Tweek, tears running down his face. “It’s too much, Craig! I, nngh, feel so full, man!”
Craig bent over and kissed Tweek deeply. He pulled back but only enough that Tweek would be able to hear what he was about to say. “Oh, baby, you have no idea how full you’re about to feel.”
With that, he bottomed out with one thrust.
Tweek screamed and Craig stopped moving. The feeling was hard to describe but he knew that if he moved right now he was going to cum. He didn’t want that. He tried not to put too much of his weight on Tweek but settled comfortably against him. The blond was shaking below him and Craig cooed, kissing his shoulder and slowly making his way up to his mouth.
“You’re doing so good, babe,” he praised, kissing Tweek’s tears away. “Look at you taking my cock like that.”
Tweek moaned and closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Nngh, too much. It’s too much.”
Craig shushed him with a kiss on his nose. “Don’t worry, babe. I got you.”
He began to move slowly and set a rhythm of thrusting in deep, pulling all the way out, and thrusting in deep again. Slowly but surely he began to move faster and faster and, at some point, grabbed Tweek’s dick to jerk him off. The blond seemed to be enjoying himself because he began panting against Craig’s ears, pulling him in close and kissing him sloppily. Craig didn’t care. Craig was fucking his hot neighbor right now.
That was when he felt something coil in his gut and knew he was close.
“Babe, fuck, I’m close,” he said, kissing Tweek’s cheek then his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good, hun. So fucking good.”
“Craig!” moaned Tweek, pulling him closer and meeting his thrusts. “I’m close! Please, fuck, please! I—”
“What do you need, babe?” Craig was close. He was so fucking close.
Tweek bit his earlobe and whispered, “Make me cum, please.”
Craig groaned and his hips stuttered as he came. White flooded over him but he knew Tweek came after him because he felt a tightness surrounding his cock. When he came back to, he was breathing heavily and was putting his full weight on Tweek.
“Fuck, sorry,” he mumbled and lifted himself up enough to pull out.
Tweek moaned and Craig hissed at the loss. He pulled off the condom and tied it, getting up on shaky legs to throw it away. He grabbed Tweek’s underwear and cleaned him off before throwing it back on the floor.
According to the articles he read, when it came to one night stands or friends with benefits, it was best for Craig, in this case, to leave. Instead, the noiret climbed back onto the bed and pulled Tweek close, throwing the blanket over them. He tangled their legs together and made sure Tweek was laying on his chest so he could breathe in his hair.
It was after care, thought Craig, that’s it. Nothing else.
Tweek seemed to stir back to life because Craig felt him about to sit up. He pulled Tweek closer, forcing him to stay on his chest. The blond huffed and Craig dared to dream that he felt a smile pressed against his skin.
“Your parents…?” he asked, voice hoarse from all the screaming he did.
“I’ll just text them that I'm over at a friend's house.” Craig didn’t really see a problem here.
Tweek hummed and cuddled closer. Soon after, he fell asleep.
Craig knew that this could be nothing more than sex. No strings attached. He had a bright future ahead of him. Surely he wouldn’t throw it all away because of a man he barely met and had the greatest sex in his life?
He decided that that was a problem for future Craig. Present Craig settled against the pillows and allowed himself to drift off into sleep.