So, welcome to this new work of mine! If you're new, just letting you know that requests are always more than welcomed and that if you want more creek I have another two stories that you can check! One last thing, I'm typing this in a moment without power and internet, so if I mispell something sorry :/ Well, enough of chatting, let's just have fun!

Clyde the dick: So T-boy, everything settled for the partyy? Gonna rock tonight baby

Token the mother: Yep, just got the booze and Kenny is helping me with the playlist and the sound equipment.

Token the mother: Wendy and Bebe are here already helping with the food

Jimmy the crazy: Jokes to get the ladies are on the sleeve so I'm ready

Clyde the dick: Awesome~

Clyde the dick: I'm almost at ur house Craig, going to pick ya and the blondie.

Clyde the dick: Craig? Heloooo

Token the mother: Maybe he's not with the phone right now?

Tweek the power bottom: ajdnsjnf vfldhnkjs

Token the mother: ?

The message only made sense if you were present on Craig Tucker's room, where two 16-years teenagers were viciouslly making out and the naughty hand exploring Tweek's butt accidentally pressed the cellphone on the pocket, typing a message.

"Babe, your cellphone is on my way." Craig complained, throwing the device at the bed and bringing his long-term boyfriend's body closer to him, if this was actually possible. Tweek was sitting on his lap, their crotchs rubbing against each other as the taller one explored his beloved's mouth in a lingering and passionated kiss.

"Craig... This feels so good..." Tweek almost moaned, his hands grabbing Craig's trademark hat and making the thing fall off his head. God, how could he be so sexy without almost any effort? It was too much for a full of hormones teenager.

"And you look so cute babe." Craig replied, kissing the tip of his nose. Even at moments like that, where they'd lock themselves on a random place and kiss and touch whatever body part was on the way, the vanilla couple essence was still present.

"Don't look at me like t-that, it makes me nervous." The blonde blushed a little, one of his hands searching for Craig's own. Holding hands was his safe action, something that always helped at his anxious moments through the years, and even on a situation where the physical contact happening between them was going much more further than that it always felt different.

"Sorry. I just love you a lot." Craig squeezed his hand, using his tongue to explore the pale skin on his boyfriend's neck and winning a bunch of whimpering as a reward. God that was actually driving him fucking crazy.

In a matter of fact, being with Tweek Tweak was one of the best parts of his life since he was 10. Their long-term relationship was very famous at the mountain town of South Park, and only grew stronger with the years. They kind of brought the best of each other, with the dark-haired boy helping his beloved with his anxiety and in the difficult task of decreasing his coffe-intake, and even taking him to therapy every monday, and Tweek almays making him smile and having less trouble at comunication in general. He flipped people off, of course, but that was a hobbie not a problem.

They also really loved spending time together. The couple always seemed to find new ways to have fun and mix their hobbies, making their social media accounts full of pictures of space docummentaries or guinea pig's costumes or cooking masterpieces. Even when they couldn't do some activities together, the unconditional support was there in other gestures, like Tweek cuddling with Craig while he read one of his physic's books or with Craig watching his play's rehersals whenever was possible.

But the question that was on focus on the last few weeks was physical contact. They always had the reputation of "fucking PDA machines" or "annoying lovebirdies", but, on the first years of their relationship it was just because they held hands anytime that was possible. This moved to hugging in the classroom, quick kisses on the hallway, hiding on the locker's room to make out, and the stage that they were right now, where Craig found himself questioning if he'd ever stop waking up dirty after a bunch of wet dreams with the blondie of his life.

The good part was that, at least, the contact didn't made Tweek nervous. Well, at least not enought to drive him into an anxiety attack. Sometimes, when Craig's hands explored new parts of his body or when a particular touch made his mind go crazy, he'd twitch a little or ask for a moment, but this never stopped them to keep going at another time or drive them to an awkward situation. Craig's explanation was that everything was just natural. It wasn't a strange dude with a boner trying to get into his pants. They were lovers just knowing each other a little more, learning, without the pressure of jumping straight to sex. They had the whole life to do it, so their make out sessions slowly became deprived of pressure.

"Sometimes I think you're not here, you know?" Tweek pouted, taking off his jeans and kissing his boyfriend's neck.

"Sorry babe. I was just thinking about us." Craig groaned with the contact, groping Tweek's ass shamelessly.

"Then I... forgive you." His voice was a mix of embarassment and excitement, as Tweek felt his naked chest against Craig. Again, why he was without his shirt?

"Dude, what the fuck?" Clyde's voice came from the now-opened door, as he looked scandalized and pissed (at least trying to behind a muffled laugh), his hands on his hips like an angry mom. "Are you guys seriously boning instead of getting ready for the party?"

Oh. Tweek thought, the realization painting his cheeks with a pale tone of pink. That's why they were stripping down at first place.

How did that changed into making out in Craig's bed even thoug they should be at Token's party in 10 minutes? Well, this is the kind of question that you can't make to two horny teenagers who are totally in love with each other.

That's it for today! See ya all tommorrow!