Disclaimer, I do not own South Park or any of its characters. Anyway, this is my first story, so be as hard as you like in your reviews, and remind me if some of the phrasing or grammar doesn't make sense because English is not my native language.

Craig's POV

Fridays were easily my favorite days. Apart from the obvious fact that it means two days devoid of junior year high school bullshit ahead of us, it also means games and movie night with my friends Clyde, Token and Tweek.

Usually we go to Token's house, since he's the richest kid in town, hence he has his own game room filled to the brim with entertainment stuff including but not limited to a pool table, ping-pong table, darts, table football, virtual driving range and most importantly a separate home theatre room with gaming consoles hooked up to his own 75" 4K Ultra HD Smart LED TV with a fully fledged surround sound system, an Xbox One AND a PlayStation 4, both with motion controllers and a wide plethora of games, unlike the rest of us who had to settle for just Xbox Ones after Bill Gates fought and killed the President of Sony and won the console wars for Microsoft. That rich bastard. Token I mean.

This time though we couldn't go to Token's house; apparently it was being cleaned and redecorated inside. Why that would be necessary, I had no idea since it was already as modern and fucking spotless as possible, but nevermind, we ended up at my house, playing various games on my Xbox One with the intention of watching a horror movie later. My parents and Ruby were gone for a weekend at my grandma's house, which was convenient. Meanwhile at our house, all was going well. I was being my typical calm and stoic self, Clyde was whining every time he got hungry or beaten in game by any of us, both of which happened more often than not, Token was just being cool and shit, occasionally rolling his eyes at Clyde's antics, and Tweek was fidgeting and drinking his mug of coffee, sixth this day I believe, consumption of which he managed to cut down to mere seven mugs a day. Business as usual.

Tweek's parents are kinda nice people, but I can't get over how they got their son, my best friend, addicted to the stuff which, contrary to what they thought, was not helping against his jitteriness or anxiety. Still, it was part of his character and I loved him for it. I turned my head to get a better look at the blond. Butterflies were definitely fluttering in my stomach. I savoured taking in the way he looks from profile, with his wild, spiky blonde hair, his smooth, slightly freckled boyish face, his wide, emerald green eyes and those plump, slightly chapped lips.

Stop.

The worst part about me having a crush on my best friend was that, I could deny it all I wanted and act all stoic and mysterious and unreadable, but no one was buying it. My friends, my sister and pretty much everyone and their mother somehow knew I had a boner for Tweek. And of course my friends wasted no time in teasing me for it, with the exception of Token, who's only doing it sometimes.

Token had other ways of getting on my nerves, like reminding me of that embarrasing affair involving a remote controlled drone and my mom's private parts, or showing off all his expensive shit all the time. In South Park, you don't show up for a wild drunken party with your teenage friends where you get all sweaty and dirty and sometimes vomity and every fiber you wear absorbs the smell of cigarettes or pot smoke in a shiny new Mercedes, wearing a thousand dollar designer clothes and a gold Rolex, unless of course your name is Token Black. But we all like him. I'm sure he probably doesn't do all that ostentatious display of wealth on purpose, but I flip him off in return nonetheless. I flip almost everybody off.

Like my other close friend Clyde, with all his quirks like his endless apetite for tacos, his chubbines that he so adamantly denies, or his bad habit of sobbing over unfortunate things. I don't mean like whining, I mean like when shit hits the fan, Clyde will actually cry, with tears and everything. We do make fun of him for that, but we like him too. He's a nice guy, well meaning and a good friend, and if I make fun of him for his quirks, I guess it's kinda fair that he makes fun of me for being totally crazy about Tweek. Not that I would ever openly admit it.

It's not like I'm the only one who's ever had crush on Tweek. He was, simply put, beautiful. Puberty had clearly done him well, perhaps too well for his own good as many a girl and quite a few boys as well tried their luck at getting in his pants, but he wasn't letting anyone in. According to him, dating was, in his own words, too much pressure.

Not that I minded, because Tweek was mine, he just wasn't aware of it. The idea of Tweek going out with someone that wasn't me fucking pissed me off to no end, because, as selfish as it may be, I didn't want anyone to be that way with my Tweekers. In my defense, Tweek didn't like to be touched by anybody but me. I liked that. We weren't dating though. Except for that time back in fourth grade.

Rewind back by seven years ...

Somehow, a gang of artistically gifted asian girls who were foreign exchange students at our school had gotten an idea into their heads that Tweek and I were in love and drew about a thousand pictures of us in all sorts of gay couple-y situations, some of which Wendy later presented to the whole school at an assembly and made both of us very uncomfortable. We both insisted that we weren't gay or a couple, but to no avail. It was times of the PC Principal's rules and the super-progressive, Whole Foods market influenced public, so the PC Principal went out of his way to explain affirmative consent for sexual exploration in a gay relationship to us, despite our protests that we weren't gay, and more importantly despite the fact that we were both ten years old at the time. Didn't help. On top of that, everybody in town was cheering for us being the only gay couple among the kids, except for the other boys from school and my dad, who were just as uncomfortable with it as Tweek and I were.

In order to stop this Creek yaoi art outbreak, I convinced Tweek that we should stage a fake breakup in front of our schoolmates, asian girls primarily, which helped Tweek discover his natural talent at acting - it was so convincing, he even somehow managed to get all teary eyed from our fake breakup - but his acting also made me look like the biggest cheating asshole on the planet. I can vividly remember the mad, disappointed glares of all the kids in our elementary school. Especially from that group of self-righteous douchebags; I could just read their expressions clearly saying: 'How could you do that to your boyfriend!?', while they didn't know the half of it. Worst of all, it didn't stop the Creek yaoi art production as intended. Instead, it caused the whole town to descend into sadness and depression, and the pictures of our 'love' were replaced with pictures of our 'heartbreak'.

After Tweek had said to me how sorry he was for doing that to me and how he wanted to 'fix what was hurting me now', and after my dad had 'accepted' that I was 'gay', because the Japanese decided so, and gave me a hundred dollars, I got 'back together' with Tweek. We weren't really a couple though. We were just best friends, hanging out together and going around with our hands intertwined, pretending we were a couple. But we had to do this, in order to keep the town's spirits up. Our 'love' somehow affected everyone else's. It was not at all nice and boring like I like it, and a lot of pressure for Tweek, but we've handled it.

Eventually, things did return back into the old order. The Whole Foods market flew away into space, people let go of the Creek shipping mass hysteria, realized we weren't actually a gay couple, we were able to go back to simply being best friends, Tweek would make good use of his talent by signing up for drama class and I could go back to being not gay.

That worked out great, I thought to myself sarcastically, now that I knew I had it bad for the adorable, spazzy blonde boy sitting next to me.

My train of thoughts was interrupted by Clyde's whiny voice.

"Craig, I'm hungry! Do you have anything to eat in here?"

I flipped him off. "When are you not hungry, Clyde. At this rate, you'll be as fat as Cartman soon."

Tweek and Token snickered.

Clyde's voice wobbled to even higher degree of whinyness. Surprisingly that was possible.

"That's not funny, guys! I'm not fat!"

"Clyde, you are kinda pudgy, get over it." Token pointed out flatly.

"I hate you Toke, you're supposed to stand up for me." Clyde pouted. That only made me, Token and Tweek laugh more.

"Anyway, there are some pizza rolls and tacos. I'll get them for you so you can stop crying."

"Wohoo!"

"I'll go with you, I need a, ngh!, refill on my coffee."

"Okay."

As we step into our kitchen, I took the tacos from the fridge, put them on a plate and put the pizza rolls in the microwave. As they heated I watched Tweek fumble with our espresso machine. Somehow I can't help but find him cute no matter what he does.

But why, why doesn't he like me back!?

Guys insist that he does like me, but how can they be sure? How can I be sure? He never gives off any sign of it. I can't just tell him that I like him! I value our friendship way too much to just flush it down the toilet with that kind of move. That would be exactly what would happen if he didn't like me like that. It would freak him out for sure, our usual hanging out as best bros would become awkward. Or too much pressure, whatever you call it. Nobody can even be sure if he's into guys, girls, both, neither, if he's into anybody at all! He's a damn good actor. There's no way of knowing what's going on in his head, apart from various conspiracy theories like the one about Underpants Gnomes, which we all know have their permanent place in there. Why did I have to fall of all people for this troubled, yet so perfect, handsome boy who's better at being unreadable than I, the dull and boring Craig Tucker?

I flipped him off. Luckily, he didn't notice.

Clyde's POV

"Man, how the hell are these two not married yet?"

"Because you can't get married at seventeen?"

"Whatever dude, that's not the point. You know, I can't wait until they finally take the plunge. I'm really looking forward to the wedding feast too."

"Clyde, is food the only thing you always think about? Besides, they're not even dating."

"They should be though."

"No shit. The both of them should finally grow a pair and confess their feelings for each other."

"Maybe they both need a little push?"

"I guess."

Craig's POV

After Clyde had sufficiently stuffed his face with pizza rolls and tacos (though he did leave some for the rest of us, too) and Tweek had his fix of coffee to calm his nerves for the horror movie, hour of gaming had passed, we brushed our teeth and were ready to start the film. Clyde and Token each claimed one of our two armchairs, thus Tweek and I had to sit together on the couch (a coincidence, definitely not intentional on their part). I decided I would ignore the cooing of my stupid friends as Tweek sat beside me and leaned onto me, resting his head on my shoulder.

He did not do that because he likes me like that, this is normal for us. We are just very close friends who are that comfortable with each other. Stop seeing things that aren't there!

After few jump scenes, Tweek became more anxious, to which I responded by putting my arm around his waist and pulling him closer. Cue more 'awww's from Clyde and Token. I respond by giving them my middle finger.

It did though have the effect of calming the shaky blond down. There was something about my presence that he found reassuring. I couldn't help but wonder what it was. Probably because unlike him, I was so relaxed about everything. Sure, Tweek was ridden with anxieties, but it wasn't like Tweek was a precious, fragile little doll and I had to protect him from the world. His adorable looks and aura of pure innocence were deceptive, people tended to underestimate him, but when pushed enough, he could kick ass with utter ease. A lot better than I could, and it wasn't like I myself didn't know how to use my fists to good effect.

I might be the tallest of our group standing at 6'2", but I was kinda thin. Not sickly thin, just normal, avarage kind of thin. Tweek was like 5'8" or so, about half a foot shorter than me, but he was three pounds heavier than me, and it wasn't down to fat like it was with our ever-hungry friend Clyde. Ever since those four scheming assholes who go by the names of Stan Jock Marsh, Kyle Saint Broflovski, Kenny Manwhore McCormick and Eric Sociopath Cartman, set the two of us up for a fight and bet ten dollars on it, Tweek actually started attending Thai boxing lessons regularly afterwards. He said something about how in the ring he can let everything else slide and that it works better than that meditation stuff, like finding his centre. Also, he could release his excess energy (of which the hyperactive boy sure had a lot) and be able to sleep normally after a practice. But most of all, it made Tweek fit. He wasn't as buff as Stan or Token, the stars of the high school football team, but he was well toned, fast, nimble and packed one killer of a punch, as Cartman once had the misfortune of finding out by getting knocked out cold with one hit after calling me and Tweek fags one too many times, or those two unsuspecting seniors who thought that when Clyde, Token and I weren't nearby to help, messing with my Tweekers by spilling his iced coffee over his front would be a fun idea. Oh how wrong they were. Two minutes later they both lay on the ground, catching their breath, nursing their damaged faces (and egos) and deeply regretting their actions, with Tweek not getting a single bruise. That was a clear message that you do not fuck with Tweek Tweak and you especially DO NOT fuck with his coffee. And nobody did ever since, but nevertheless he wasn't fond of random confrontations, verbal or physical. They definitely belong on his list of things that are 'way too much pressure'.

While I could hardly, if ever, forgive those four assholes for the many wrongs they've done to us (like robbing me of my one hundred dollars of birthday money by convincing me to join their pan flute band, which led to us being interned by a government agency and sent all the way to Peru where I found out I was a part of an ancient Incan prophecy and then defeated the corrupt secretary of Homeland Security who also happened to be a giant guinea pirate without even wanting to, or Cartman using a drone to film a video of my naked mom and posting it on YouTube, or them minus Kenny who had temporarily died (He dies all the time, that stupid prick. That's how he's able to be a complete slut and have sex with anything that can say intercourse and never worry about STDs, since he can just die and be reborn with a brand-new healthy body the day after. He even tried to seduce my Tweek after getting him drunk enough at one party by spiking his coffee with whisky. I swore I'd kill that fucker if he ever tried that again, but he'd just come back to life next morning.) replacing Kenny with Tweek, after kicking out Butters, who despite being the nicest and the most naïve kid alive hasn't quite met their expectations of a fourth friend, and dragging Tweek down with them for their stupid ridiculous adventures that seem oh-so-completely-usual to them, like breaking into George Lucases house to steal an original film of the Raiders of the Lost Ark, which, I have to agree with Tweek, who then even had to rally all the members of their 'Stop Film-makers from editing their movies and free Hat McCollough' group, despite how he hates public speaking, what with how nervous he is even in casual situations, and then had to steal a bazooka and use it to threaten Steven Spielberg in order to try and save their dumb asses, whose efforts in the end lead to the release of a convicted, psychopathic mass murderer of twenty-three toddlers from prison, is without a question way too much pressure), I'm kinda glad they set us up for that fight. No thanks to them we did end up in a hospital, but also became friends, and later Tweek went back for more boxing lessons, thanks to which he was in this great shape.

Which was another one of the things that made him so fucking hot.

I could just picture the two of us in bed. Tangled together. Light dimmed. Touching. Kissing passionately. Feeling our hot bodies pressed against each other. Fingers coated with warm lube wriggling in areas they definitely don't belong. And then he'd tackle me on my back, and I'd squeeze the cheeks of his perfect little ass, and then he'd impale himself on my painfully hard cock and ride me like a bull on a rodeo until he fucked the orgasm out of me ... or maybe I'd flip us over and make him wrap his sleek legs around my waist, so with our height difference we'd align perfectly for me to kiss away the tears of ache of penetration leaking from the corners of his beautiful eyes full of lust as I pushed through his tight ring of muscles with the head of my hard, lubed member, and he'd throw his head back in esctasy and start to writhe beautifully, pushing himself more onto my throbbing cock, making me bury it balls deep inside of him, which I would than repeatedly withdraw and thrust back in to the hilt, aiming to slam against that spot, making him moan sweetly as I stroke his shaft … or maybe he'd want to part my long legs impossibly wide, position himself right at my entrance, and fit his own, slick manhood inside of me where I could feel it pulsating, and start pounding me until I shouted myself hoarse out of sheer pleasure of being stretched unnaturally wide and filled so thickly and deeply, and having my fuck spot grazed over and over again with the head of his gorgeous dick that I've caught glimpse of in the locker rooms more than once …

Perv! Stop right there!

Fuck, how do I get rid of these thoughts? Now I actually AM painfully hard. I hope Tweek hasn't noticed.

As it turned out, Tweek hasn't noticed, because at some point of the film he managed to fall asleep.

I didn't want to wake him once the movie was over, the guy needed every bit of sleep he could get.

It did however pose a problem once the rest of us were set for going to sleep. As much as I wanted to just pick him up and carry him into my bedroom bridal style, knowing full well it would make my other two friends insufferable, I also knew I'd probably bust my back doing so. Maybe I should work out more if I wanted to do that once we ...

Stop!

We couldn't all sleep down here in the living room, and I didn't want to leave him here by himself. He'd probably have a panic attack if he woke up and notice the rest of us missing, thinking we've been abducted by aliens or something. I sighed. I had only one option left.

"You guys make yourself comfortable in my room. You can use my bed, I'll sleep here." I looked at the sofa with a sleeping Tweek on it. He looked so fuckable, I mean adorable. For fuck's sake, stop thinking like that, you creep!

"Oh Craig that's so cute!" Clyde quietly cooed once again. "But if you two are gonna make love, promise me you'll be safe! All right, Romeo?" He added mock-sternly. Token chuckled at this. I groand and punched Clyde's shoulder, then I flipped him off for good measure.

"Ouch Craig. Toke, make Craig stop bullying me." Clyde whined. Tweek stirred a bit.

"Clyde will you please shut up. Craig, you sure? Where are you gonna sleep? And which one of us gets to sleep on your bed?" Token turned back to Clyde.

"I'll be fine, I'll get the pull-out-bed from the couch. Let Clyde sleep on my bed, otherwise he would cry."

"No I wouldn't!"

He totally would. He's infamous for that.

"Or you can both sleep on it, it's big enough."

"We can't both sleep on one bed. Unlike you and Tweekers here, Toke and I aren't married."

I shoot Clyde my most dangerous glare.

"C'mon Toke, let's leave these two alone. Night, Craig."

"G'night."

"Night."

After they leave, I pull out the bed from under the sofa and spring it up as quietly as is theoretically possible, remove all of my clothes save my blue chullo hat, change into pyjamas and lie down on the sofa-bed next to Tweek and pull a blanket over us. It's not the first time we slept like that, I know he won't find it weird. I slowly drift to sleep.

Clyde's POV

"Toke, wake up, now, we gotta go!"

"S'matter, Clyde, let me sleep!?"

"No, come on, I have a plan and I need you to help me."

"Your dumb ass is capable of planning?" Token mutters, still half asleep.

"Not funny dude!" I whined. "Just come on and play along!"

"Ugh. Ok, coming."

Tweek's POV

When I woke up I felt that something soft and warm lay against my back. I shifted a bit and found out it was Craig. He was spooning me, his arm was around my belly and his head was nuzzled in my neck. How did that happen?

I turned my head around to look up at his handsome, olive skinned chiseled face. His eyes were closed. Beautiful long black lashes of his lids were intertwined. His jet black bangs were sticking out from underneath his chullo hat. There was nobody in existence more perfect or sexier than Craig. A pleasurable, fuzzy warm feeling engulfed my whole being.

But he doesn't like me like that!

Every time someone even hints that we are or should be a couple, he flips them

off and gives them his angry glare! I'm sure the idea must be repulsive to him.

He's just your friend, Tweek, that's all he'll ever be. Your old relationship was not real. He'll never be your actual boyfriend. He's not even gay, he said so!

But he just slept right next to me, on the same bed, and he must have cuddled into me at some point during the night. That's not something that 'just friends' typically do, right? Especially teenage boys. I wonder what would it be like to actually 'sleep' with him, I mean that kind of sleep where we'd get naked and sexy and …

Stop it, you weirdo! The last thing I want is an awkward boner when Craig wakes up next to me like this.

I could lie here with him for all eternity and relish in studying the beautiful features and of his sleeping face. But then, his gorgeous, sapphire blue eyes fluttered open.

Craig's POV

As I woke up, I saw my crush staring at me with his amazing green eyes. His golden mane was even messier than usual.

"Morning Tweekers." I loved calling him that nickname. It always made him flustered. That was so cute. This time was no exception.

"Nghh! Hey Craig. Could you err, ... let me up?"

"No can do, Tweekers. I'm too comfy to get up." I smiled, closed my eyes and embraced him firmly, nuzzling my head back on his neck.

"Pretty please?"

"Nope."

"Fine, you asked for it!" He rolled us over swiftly and nearly winded me as he landed on me.

"Ha! Now try something!" Oh, is this a challenge now? I am so not giving up. I crept my hands near Tweek's sides. I happen to know that he's extremely ticklish.

Tweek spotted the evil smirk on my face.

"Craig, wha-what are you – no, you wouldn't ..?"

His question was answered by me poking my hands into both his sides and starting to tickle him without any remorse.

"Sweet Jesus! Craig NO! Aaaahhaaha! S-stop it! Oh God! Hnh!"

As Tweek tried to squirm away I rolled over so I was on top of him, one of my hands went for his bellybutton. He tried to push me away but my reach was longer. Tweek was really screeching now. He was so sensitive.

"Arghaha! Craig stop!" I didn't stop at all. It only encouraged me to tickle him more.

Tweek was in sheer hysterics at this point. He was laughing like a madman and there were tears in his eyes.

Finally he managed to grab a pillow, swing it like a flail and smack me hard with it. I let him go and he quickly regain the upper hand and sraddled me, this time pinning my hands down above my head. His panting was slowing down.

"Aha, got ya!"

"Okay Tweekers, you win. You can do anything to me now." I batted my eyelashes seductively at him. Exactly at this moment, Clyde and Token came down the stairs into the living room. Clyde looked at us and gasped.

Clyde's POV

With morning hygiene taken care of, we set off on our way downstairs.

"You drink coffee, right?" I ask Token with a serious face as we were leaving Craig's bedroom.

"Yea, why?"

"You'll see. Man they're making so much noise." I told Token as we were coming down the stairs. "You don't think they actually .. ?"

I gasped as I saw Tweek straddling Craig, who was telling him he can do anything to him and batted his eyelashes at him. They turned to look at us. Both were already kinda flushed, now they went completely crimson.

"Oh man, I did not need to see that." Token remarked with a snicker.

"Hey Craig. I was thinking, when you're done having sex with your boyfriend, could you please get us something for breakfast?" I ask him sweetly with an award-winning shit-eating grin on my face.

Craig flipped me off while Tweek jumped off Craig instantly. "Gah! It's not like that you guys! We-we were just wrestling!"

"Sure Tweeky. Do you know the difference between wrestling and gay porn?"

"No?"

"There isn't any! Hahaha!"

Tweek twitched, Token chuckled, Craig flipped me off again.

"Oh chill out Craig. Can you get up and do something about the breakfast?"

"Can't you handle it yourself, Clyde? You're not a baby."

"Not so sure about that." Token remarked bitterly, looking at me. Tweek and Craig snickered.

"Okay, FINE! Let's go Toke, looks like these two need a bit more time for themselves."

Token's POV

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked Clyde as I watched him pour coffee grounds into Tuckers' coffee maker and dump the rest into trash can.

"We both have to have our mug of coffee and pour whatever's left of it down the drain. Craig will have one, then you and I. There will be none left for Tweek."

"Is that your stupid plan? Trying to get Tweek to have a pacic attack?"

"Not exactly. We both know how crazy for coffee, and for Craig, that guy is."

"So?" I was still not getting it. Clyde whispered the details of his plan into my ear.

"Clyde, you're either the dumbest or the smartest guy I know. I bet you two hundred bucks that this doesn't work."

"You're on, rich boy. Just remember, we must get our coffee after Craig does, so he doesn't get suspicious." We shake hands on the bet.

"And how the hell do you plan on Tweek joining us later?"

"That's already been arranged."

Tweek's POV

Those fucking Underpants Gnomes won't leave me alone, even at Craig's house! My bag with my clean clothes, including underpants, went missing. IT'S GONE! ARGH! I pull my hair in frustration. All the guys have already showered, brushed and are having breakfast now. I told them I'll join them as soon as ..

I-CANNOT-GO-IF-I-DONT-FIND-MY-UNDERPANTS! Oh God! What if they all hate me now?

I started searching for my bag frantically.

Ok Tweek, sit down, calm down, think! Now, where did you leave your bag?

Could it be in Craig's room?

I rush upstairs. My bag is indeed there.

I don't remember leaving it here?!

Nevermind. I grab it and rush into the bathroom so I can shower, brush my teeth, change into fresh clothes, try and fail to tame my crazy hair and join the guys for breakfast.

I hope there's any coffee left by that time!

Twenty minutes later I finally make it downstairs, and of course, all the coffee is gone! I look into Craig's cupboard. There are no grounds left! What do I do now? I need at least a taste of coffee!

"Craig!"

Craig's POV

Clyde and Token are acting fucking weird. Clyde keeps looking at Token conspiratorially. Are they planning something? If so, Clyde fails miserably at being inconspicuous. That dumbass.

And since when the fuck do they drink coffee?

I know that Tweek needs to cut down on his caffeine intake, but do they really have to not leave him any at all? Clyde seemed to accidentally spill his mug into the sink and pour himself another one.

"Clyde, you asshole! Now Tweek's gonna freak out!" I scolded Clyde insincerely. I didn't like how Tweek was addicted to coffee, but I also didn't like when he was freaking out due to lack of coffee. On the other hand I loved that I got to be the one whose tight embrace would get him to relax.

As on cue, Tweek came into the kitchen, looking dishelved, few buttons on his shirt misplaced, and right away he noticed the coffee was gone. He even searched our cupboard for more grounds. There weren't any. That's funny, there was almost half a bag yesterday…

"Craig!" I heard Tweek's desperate voice. He looked at me with manic expression. He rushed over to me and grabbed my mug. It was empty, I just had my last gulp.

He was twitching as he looked me in the eyes. His look of horror was replaced with one of sadness, then anxiety. He seemed to be contemplating something.

"Tweekers, what are you .. ?"

I was cut off abruptly by a pair hands cupping my face and a pair of soft lips pressing gently into mine. I stood frozen in place. My lips parted in surprise. Flock of butterflies erupted yet again in my belly, and as Tweek's tongue started exploring the inside of my mouth, I was in bliss. I melted into the kiss, I held Tweek by the waist and started kissing back. My eyes were closed, yet I was seeing stars. Then he broke off.

"Mmm. So good." His eyes closed, he looked calmer than ever.

"Tweek … did you just ... kiss me?"

"Oh sweet Jesus! I'm so sorry. I needed at least a taste!"

"Of coffee … or me?" I teased.

"Oh God, Craig, please don't hate me, I know you don't …"

This time it was me cutting him off. I put all the pent up feelings I've been harboring for this boy into that kiss. It was slow and gentle, yet fierce and passionate at the same time.

As we separated once more, we looked into each other's eyes, looks of pure love written all over our faces.

"… of both."

"Tweek, I love you, for the longest time ever, and I want you to know it."

Tweek pounced onto me again, then went from my lips to my neck, kissing there and biting lightly, murmuring softly into my ear: "I love you too Craig ... so much … couldn't help it."

What would easily turn into a desperate makeout session was cut short by the sound of a wedding march. We separated and glared daggers at the culprit, which was a sheepishly grinning Clyde, who's been playing the tune on his iPhone, RUINING our moment. We both seemed to completely forget that Clyde and Token were still in the room.

"Clyde, I swear to God I will end you."

"Aww, come on!"

"Tweek, can you please punch Clyde if he doesn't turn that shit off?"

"Oh no Tweeks please no. Here, it's off, it's off!" Clyde stammered, afraid that Tweek might actually hit him as he took a jokingly-threatening step towards the brunette.

"We're just so happy for you guys." Clyde's voice wobbled as I closed the gap between Tweek and me and pulled him back towards me by his waist. "It was about time. Right, Token?"

"Yeah." Token answered, looking slightly aghast. Token wasn't homophobic, but unlike the overly ecstatic and flamboyant Clyde, officially the gayest straight guy on the planet, with his eyes tearing up from the overload of cuteness in front of him, Token needed a bit more time to get used to the PDA of the two of his best friends, who were totally gay for each other.

"So are you two now ready to plan your wedding?"

"Pressure!"

"Yes Clyde. And I've just decided that you are not invited, what do you think, Tweekers?" I looked at Tweek who nodded in agreement.

"Awwww, man, why?!"

"All right Clyde, maybe we'll let you come, but only if you promise that you won't cry through the entire ceremony," Tweek offered jokingly.

"You know I can't make that promise!" Clyde whined.

"Too bad."

Clyde pouted for a while, then he spoke up again.

"So, now that you two are officially a couple, what's the plans for today?"

"Well," Tweek started seductively, coiling his arm around my shoulders, "seeing as my parents are working a night shift at the café tonight, I think tonight we could do stuff at my house."

Holy shit, did he really just say that? This must be a dream.

"All of us?" Clyde asked tentatively.

"Oh, um, you and Token can certainly come, but I'm not sure if all of us can stay over. Ngh, Craig and I will need some privacy, if you know what I mean. We will have a lot to talk about."

Talk, yeah, right.

"Yea, I think I do. Anyway, I gotta get home."

"Me too," Token spoke up, jumping up from his chair and on his feet quickly.

...

After a series of bro hugs in the hall, Token and Clyde left while Tweek stayed with me.

Token's POV

"Geez, we got out of there just in time. They looked like they were about to jump each other's bones at any moment."

"As they should have done long ago. By the way, I think a know a certain someone who owes me two hundred dollars. Ring any bells?"

I groan as I reluctantly pull out my leather LV wallet and hand over two hundred dollar bills to an overly smugly looking Clyde.

"Why thank you sir! Now why don't we make another bet on how long before they get married?"

...

"How's it going with Nichole?"

"Fine. How about you and Bebe?"

"All's good. Why don't we do a double date?"

"Why not a triple date?"

"With whom else?"

"Our fellow gay couple, of course."

"Cartman and Kyle? Hell no, I can't stand those two Jews."

"No, not them dude!"

"Kenny and Butters, then? Well, they are kinda more tolerable."

"Clyde, stop playing dumb. Dumber than you are, anyway."

"Hey! I know you mean Tweek and Craig, chill. Sure, why not."

Craig's POV

"Tweek, did you really mean everything you said?"

"We've been missing on a lot of fun, we got some catching up to do, don't you think?"

Oh my God. He must have been wanting me as much and for as long as I have wanted him.

"Are you sure? I don't want to rush things."

He pecks me on my lips and looks me right in the eyes.

"I'm sure. I love you Craig. So much. Aand, it's not like we have to do everything right now. We won't rush anything."

My dream has come true. Tweek loves me. There is no need for any ceremonies, sappy love confessions or awkward get-to-know-you dates before we actually become a couple. We will go on dates, I'm sure, but already as a couple. We already know each other like the backs of our hands, and the one thing that both of us were hiding from the other are now in the open. I almost can't belive this is really happening.

"Tweek?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you, uh, pinch me, or slap me or something?"

"Jesus man, why?"

"Just to make sure this isn't a dream."

Tweek slaps me lightly on the cheek and then kisses me there.

"This is not a dream, Craig. This is for real, we are together now, you are my boyfriend and I am yours. There's no waking up from this."

"I am sooo happy." I actually tear up. We kiss. "I love you."

"And I love you. But we aren't getting married next week or something, right?"

"No babe, we'll have plenty of time for that later."

"Thank God. Weddings are so much pressure."

"True."

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A/N. I swear the most difficult part was coming up with a fitting title. Anyway, how did you like it? I know I have a strange affinity for extra complicated sentences. Sorry, it's part of my writing style. Please review.

See y'all later, Creek shippers.