Pairings: Craig/Tweek

Warning: Swearing.

Rating: T

Summary: Craig finds it hard to keep Tweek asleep.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Let Him Sleep:

I lay on the sofa in the upstairs lounge. Sure I was suppose to be downstairs hosting a party but somewhere in between Clyde doing standup and keeping Token around longer than eleven, Tweek has fallen asleep on top of me.

This happens once in a blue moon. Tweek doesn't sleep, like ever. I figure that if he's sleeping I should let him sleep. He only gets about two hours a night and if he wants to sleep at my house party I don't give damn. The only problem was he was sleeping on top of me!

He looks so peaceful when he slept. He was oddly still and I could just look at him for a while. That's what I thought until Clyde walks in.

"Hey dude, where do you keep th-" I feel Tweek stir.

"SHHH" I hiss at him. Did he not see that Tweek was asleep?

"Oh, sorry." He says quietly. I look down and make sure the boy on my chest is still asleep.

"What do you want, I'm sort of busy here." I say under my breath.

"I was just wanted to know if you had any chips. Fatass at everything else."

"Did you try the kitchen?" I say keeping my tone low.

"Oh, good idea." He slips back out the door and I sigh. My friends could be so dumb. I look down a Tweek and smile. He's sleeping soundly.

Just when I start to close my eyes somebody else comes barging threw the door.

"Craig, do you have…oh what do we have here?" Kenny comes walking in with a smirk on his face.

"Shut the hell up Kenny, Tweek just fell asleep." I send him a nasty glare.

"Relax, I just wanted a smoke. But it looks like I've stumbled onto something better." He steps closer and bends down to get a good look at Tweek, still sleeping.

"If you wake him up, so help me God." I say softly but with a snarl.

"Wow, I didn't think he could sleep. He's cute. Are you keeping him?"

"Kenny, get the fuck outta here." I try to keep my voice down but I notice Tweek starting to twitch.

"My bad, but hey if you ever wanna' trade him in…" Kenny says wile walking out the door.

"Jesus." I whisper. I pull Tweek a little closer to me and close my eyes. I try to block of thoughts of Kenny. Just then somebody else intrudes.

"Craig I hope you know that…What the hell?" Eric Cartman says.

"Damn it. Keep your voice down, he's sleeping." I've had just about enough of this. I'm trying to keep Tweek asleep. No wonder the boy never gets any rest.

"Craig, why is Tweek sleeping on you?" He says looking down at us.

"None of your business Fat Boy. No get out." I send him a nasty look hoping he'll get the message.

"Ay!"

"SHHH!" I hiss out from behind my teeth.

"Ay" he says softly.

"Cartman, if you don't get out of here…I'm going to…" I say trying to ease my breathing. This wasn't as easy as it sounds. I'm use flipping people off whenever I get pissed, but with Tweek laying on me, I don't dare make any movements.

"Jeez, I just thought you might want to know that somebody broke your mothers dusty, old clock." He leaves and I sigh. That clock was eighty years old. I shake my head and look down at Tweek.

"The things I do for you." I say in the softest tone. I almost can't hear myself.

His eyes flutter open and he tilts his head.

"Did you say something Craig?"

I flip Tweek off before closing my eyes and going to sleep, the boy never leaving my arms.

A/N: Thanks for reading!