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Craig: You still good to hang out?
Tweek jumps at his phone buzz next to him, dropping his legos to hastily reply, his hands only shaking slightly.
Tweek: Yeah, leaving now.
He jumps from his desk chair and quickly runs to change into his signature shirt, still misbuttoning it, and to chug the last of his coffee. With a quick goodbye to his mom, he rushes out the door, eager to meet up with Craig.
The walk to his boyfriend’s house isn’t too bad, only about a fifteen-minute walk, ten if he was really excited. Tweek didn’t mind walking alone, he enjoyed them really, counting each step he took on every block of pavement he walked on, making sure they were even. Somehow, his counting couldn’t keep his mind from wandering, he was curious to see what Craig had planned on doing together this time. The boy seemed to always make things fun, hell, there was even one time when they just silently sat next to each other on their phones or doing other quiet activities, barely interacting with each other. Although it would seem rather uneventful to any witnesses, Tweek and Craig were very familiar with having an audience, the quiet with Craig that time had made Tweek feel all warm inside, an unfamiliar but welcome feeling.
Tweek snaps out of his daze, wiping his subconscious grin off his face while starting to walk slightly faster. He was maybe three minutes away, ‘almost there’ he gleefully thought. Back to counting. The rest of the walk went a lot faster than Tweek had expected, as the boy now approached his boyfriend’s house. The blonde reaches over to knock at the door but he hesitates, just for a second. After a few taps, five to be exact, he waits while nerves start to slightly build up. ‘Why does waiting outside someone’s door always have to be so damn scary, what if someone’s behind the door waiting to kill me- no, no, no, not going down there. Craig’s going to open the door and everything’s going to be absolutely fine’, the boy’s mind raced in anticipation. He takes a particularly deep breath before playing with his hair, making sure not to tug too hard. A click is heard from inside, as Tweek watches the doorknob twist and open.
“Hey, honey.” Craig greeted with the sort of subtle smile that was reserved only for his boyfriend. Craig steps to the side, allowing space for Tweek to enter.
“Hi- ngh- man,” Tweek replied while following the other to the couch. He glanced at the screen, hearing some sort of rock music accompanied by some visual of a pale god-like guy holding a sword, before turning his focus back to Craig. The other had already sat down, patting the space beside him while staring intently at the blonde. Tweek took the message, and quickly got comfortable half sitting and half leaning on his partner. Craig exits the game, opening up a new one, and filling the room with upbeat piano music. The screen flashed the title ‘Super Jumpman Galaxy’, causing the blonde to hold back a small grin. His boyfriend was truly a massive dork when it came to anything space themed, the game selection didn’t surprise him in the slightest.
“Ok so, I know this game isn’t exactly multiplayer, but we could take turns on each galaxy if we wanted. Does that sound alright?” Craig questioned, looking curiously at Tweek who nodded excitedly in return. “Thought so, do you want the first turn or do you want me to take it? Either way I’ll show you the controls,” He continued.
“You take it, I’m good with watching for now,” Tweek smiled. The other quickly nodded while reaching over to ruffle the boy’s hair, messing it up even more than it originally was. The game was straightforward so far, reaching the goal while collecting points and squashing enemies. Tweek happily watched the other play for a while, the warm feeling in his chest that he had reminisced about earlier returning. After what Tweek had guessed was fifteen minutes, keeping track when around Craig was a bit of a challenge to be honest, he had noticed his focus had shifted. Tweek no longer was paying attention to the game, rather just blankly staring at the other boy. ‘How had I never noticed Craig has little freckles on his nose?’ Tweek wondered, reminding him of stars, though that could partly be due to the game they were playing. He continued staring, forcing his focus toward the tv whenever he thought Craig was about to look over, trying his best to avoid what would be a rather embarrassing thing to explain. ‘What if Craig thinks it’s creepy or something?’ He worried though it didn’t stop him from continuing his one-sided staring contest.
“You know, I can feel you staring holes into the side of my face, right, Tweekers?” Craig softly laughed. ‘Fuck.’ was the only thought that crossed Tweeks mind after that statement.
“No I wasn’t- you don’t have any proof, ah, fuck you!” Tweek stammered, playfully flipping the other off, god, his boyfriend was rubbing off on him. Craig smiles.
“Whatever you say, honey,” He rolls his eyes, softly shoving Tweek with his shoulder. He had the common sense to quickly set the controller down on the coffee table, already knowing what to expect next after catching a glimpse of Tweek reaching over to grab something next to him.
“I don’t know- ack!- what you’re talking about!” Tweek playfully exclaimed while smacking Craig on top of the head with a pillow, sending his blue hat flying.
“Oh, now you’re on, dude!” Craig laughed, clasping his hands with Tweeks, trying to push the other down. Both grinning, Tweek jumps off the couch, swooping into sling Craig over his shoulder. Spinning in a single circle, Tweek flops Craig back down onto the couch, himself following suit. Despite having just been swung around, Craig somehow manages to switch positions with Tweek, who is now at the boy’s mercy.
“Pft, you thought you could beat me, honey?” Craig laughed, making Tweek’s smile grow slightly larger.
“Hey! I was going easy on- ngh- you!” Tweek backfired, “If I actually tried I could probably bea- mh!” The blonde was cut off by a hand squishing his cheeks together. He could see the smug look in his boyfriend's eye, as the other kept squeezing, making him laugh harder. Tweek was barely understandable, seemingly trying to mumble, “you bitch” to the other, but ultimately failing on doing so. He let out a sigh, begrudgingly looking up at his partner’s face, only to be met with Craig fully beaming at him, contrasting his usually stoic face. Craig tilts his head down, while the space between the two closes in. Tweek jumps slightly, their foreheads now meeting as Craig lets out a small sigh. It took everything in him to stop himself from blushing, instead, he realizes the other is distracted. ‘Sappy bitch’. He sneakily tries to wrap his legs around the others, with a quickly thought-out plan to win unfolding in his head. Tweek leans back and headbutts Craig, who flinches in surprise and looks back in both betrayal and amusement.
“You’re not winning this, you asshat!” Craig giggled, reaching for the back of Tweek’s neck to pull him down. The blonde was too fast for him, though, he tries to swap places yet again, but fails. This poorly thought attack knocks Craig off the couch, pulling Tweek with him. Without thinking, the boy frantically puts his hand under his boyfriend's head, hoping it would at least slightly soften the blow of the fall, while the other holds him a small bit closer. He lands on the black-haired boy’s chest, who lets out a tiny grunt, but laughs before Tweek can start to worry about said noise. He looks up at his boyfriend, getting caught in his eyes. Just for a second, they look like they are filled with a small galaxy, matching the game they were playing earlier. Tweek snaps back to reality, catching the teasing stare of his boyfriend, flustering him.
“Did I win?” Tweek softly jokes.
“Fine, you did, babe.” The other sarcastically sighed, reaching up to run his fingers through the blonde’s hair. Craig thought for a minute before a teasing look flashed in his eyes. “It seemed a bit dramatic for something as small as getting pushed off the couch though, you damn softie.” He smiled, while the other looked away in stubborn embarrassment. The two sit there for a moment, soaking in the other’s company. Tweek feels that warmth return for the second time this visit. He decides to focus on the rise and fall of his boyfriend’s chest though, deciding to figure out whatever that feeling is for another time. Another minute passes, the silence cut with a quiet yawn from Craig, making Tweek follow suit a second later.
“Ok well, I don’t know about you but I’m not sleeping on the floor,” Craig hummed, patting his boyfriend’s back twice before sitting up. Tweek slowly got up, mirroring the other’s movements. He lays down on the couch first, grabbing and yanking Craig down on top of him, letting out a pleased sigh.
“This is so gay, dude,” Craig teased. Tweek mumbles a small “fuck you” in response.
“It’s your fault, man. If you didn’t want to end up as my- mh!- glorified weighted blanket, then just stop being all warm and comfy, you buttface.” Tweek mutters after a second. He begins to rake his fingers through Craig’s hair as he feels the other let out a small and silent laugh. His boyfriend takes his other arm, beginning to softly trace small shapes into the skin. The action made Tweek relax, even more than he already was somehow, though he guessed that him being able to be relaxed in the first place was unheard of to anyone but his boyfriend. It began to get harder for the blonde to keep his eyes open. Closing them felt so peaceful. After a few beats, Tweek drifted off to sleep.
“Night, honey,” Craig whispered, pressing a soft kiss into the other’s cheek.