Chapter Two:

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh jesus.

Tweek trembled along the sidewalk, walking with Craig to the dark haired boy's house after school. He wished he could calm down but not five minutes ago, Craig had grabbed onto Tweek's hand and refused to let go, despite the blond's rather loud scream of surprise. They were out of the range of any school students that might be roaming around, so there was no risk of being seen, but the simple contact was making Tweek's skin crawl.

Not that it was unpleasant, no not at all! Tweek wasn't sure how to stifle his nerves, but he was sure if he found a way to calm himself, this would be quite nice. Walking with his boyfriend, hand in hand, to his house. Where they'd grab a snack and proceed to said boyfriends bedroom...

"Gah!" Tweek flinched, nearly yanking his hand clear from Craig's grip.

"What's wrong?" Craig asked, not turning to look at the blond. Tweek was incapable of watching the road properly, might as well be the smart one.

"N-nothing!" Tweek stammered, blushing and reaching up to pull the collar of his shirt up and over his mouth and nose. It caused a button to come undone, his shirts always just a size or two bigger than him, but neither of them paid it any mind. Save for the quick glance Craig gave it before turning his eyes back to the road.

"Do you want me to make some food when we get to my place?" Craig asked. He was used to grabbing small snacks, but he hadn't had much for lunch and Eric Cartman had taken half of Tweek's lunch.

"Ah...yes!" Tweek said, his voice muffled by his collar. "What d-do you want t-to make?"

"I was thinking grilled cheese." Craig mused. The imaginary scent of it was already making his stomach growl.

Tweek glanced at Craig's stomach, as if fearful it might open up and eat him, but a smile crossed his lips all the same and he said, "That sounds good!"

Leading the twitchy boy up the stairs to his house, Craig fumbled with his keys, managing to get the door open without letting go of Tweek's hand. Despite the boy attempting to pull away to make it easier.

Once in the kitchen, however, Craig released his boyfriend reluctantly, setting about gathering the things they'd need for food. Tweek sat down on one of the stools at the little island Craig's mom had got about a week ago. He fixed his collar and began rearranging the island top, almost obsessively. The napkins and spice shakers were in a neat ring of circles, progressing to bigger and bigger circles as it flowed outward before Craig noticed what Tweek had done.

"Dude, stop touching my mom's things. She'll just rearrange it anyway."

"Gah!"

Craig left the first sandwich in the frying pan, heat on medium, to go over to where Tweek was sitting. He gathered Tweek's hands in his own to stop the boy from continuing his table cleaning madness and almost smiled at the blush that spread rapidly across Tweek's face. Taking a chance, Craig lifted Tweek's hand, pressing each finger against his lips.

"Oh jesus!" Tweek said, though his squeak was quiet and he didn't pull away. The way Tweek was shivering and the color of his face, Craig was beginning to worry that the boy might suddenly explode. Lost in giving attention to each of Tweek's fingers, Craig wasn't prepared when Tweek said, "Stop!"

Craig looked up curiously, but Tweek's eyes weren't on him. He looked to follow his gaze and saw the frying pan, still cooking a sandwich. He pushed away from the table, releasing Tweek with a sigh and proceeded to finish making the sandwich. Luckily, as he flipped it over, Craig saw he hadn't burned anything. That would have been really troublesome to make a whole new one and explain the burning smell to his parents.

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When the sandwiches were done and served onto napkins (Craig didn't feel like wasting plates), they headed up to Craig's room for video games. Tweek had gotten the hang of this game, so he was a little more at ease when Craig started setting it up. His hands grasped the controller and his fingers tapped away at the buttons, reminding himself which one was which and what distance he'd have to keep his fingers at to avoid nervously twitching on one of the other buttons.

The first time he'd played, he'd spazzed out on the controller and ended up killing three teammates and then himself by pressing the shoot button too fast while running towards a cliff. He hadn't grasped the joystick that maneuvered his sights around at that point.

Craig took a bite of his sandwich and clicked around expertly on the game system to get to the main menu. He had spent all too much time with this system, learning its every trick. He'd really had no one to hang out with then. Clyde had fallen ill with one of those long term illnesses that only went away after Tom Cruise or someone had been caged away from society. Craig hadn't really paid attention, just visited his friend in the hospital during game breaks.

The first round of the game started and Craig smiled reassuringly at Tweek, knowing the boy would have that same adorably cute intense expression he adapted when trying really hard to impress people with his gaming skills. Lucky for him, Tweek was actually good enough at this game to play as Craig's partner and the dark haired boy wasn't that hard to impress. At least, not when you were also his boyfriend.

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"HAHA!"

"GAH!"

Craig tossed the controller down, a triumphant look on his face as his actions in the game caused a chain reaction to happen, bringing down the enemy's base entirely. Tweek gave a violent twitch as his character was thrown backwards from the blast, having been too close to the initial explosion. The credit screen rose up to show they'd finished that particular round and Craig turned to Tweek.

"Hey...can I kiss you?" Craig asked, blunt as always. He had been thinking during the game that perhaps if he warned Tweek before hand, instead of leaning in silently as he'd done before, he might actually get a kiss from his boyfriend.

"You want-...oh wow. Ah!" Tweek dropped the controller accidentally as another blush erupted over his face. What an effect Craig had on him. Tweek wished he didn't have to turn such a violent color every time Craig asked him something like this. How nice it would be to just kiss Craig whenever he wanted and...GAH!

"Well? Can I?" Craig asked.

Tweek wrestled with his decision. Of course he wanted Craig to kiss him, but it was so...so much pressure! Craig could almost see the cogs working up a storm in Tweek's mind, but without too much hesitation, the blond boy actually nodded. Clearly, Tweek didn't trust himself with words, so he couldn't respond. A shout now would only ruin what would hopefully be their first official kiss without having to wake up in a hospital bed or the like.

Craig smiled. Plan A was working nicely. He leaned in, careful not to go too fast in case he scared Tweek. With a mild hum of amusement, Craig thought to himself how like a small pet Tweek was. Move slow, careful not to startle it...it was almost like Stripe, but Stripe had long since gotten used to Craig's company.

Tweek held still, closing his eyes to avoid watching the slow progress Craig was taking. How nice of him to respect the personal distance. Craig really was something special. So nice and he didn't even seem to mind the twitchy behavior. Heck, he'd never once complained about the time Tweek took to get used to some-...Oh jesus.

Craig could imagine fireworks and a band playing in his head as his lips finally touched Tweek's. He'd heard a small squeak from the boy, but Tweek hadn't pulled away. Craig mentally celebrated as he pulled back, careful to take it slow at first.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Craig asked, pleased with himself.

Tweek opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if speaking silently or imitating a goldfish. At Craig's comment, he promptly shut his mouth and hid his face. It wasn't long after that when Craig watched Tweek slump over and realized he'd passed out again.

"Can't win 'em all." Craig sighed, rearranging Tweek to a more comfortable position before grinning to himself and starting up a single player level on the game.