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"L-L-Ladies and gentlemen, g-g-get ready, because this r-round is looking like absolute f-fire on the mat!"
The announcer’s voice echoed through the college gym, way too hyped for an exhibition match. Tweek couldn't help but smirk; of course Jimmy wouldn't miss a chance to show some blatant favoritism toward his friend.
Tweek sat on the hard plastic bleachers, as close to the mats as possible. There wasn’t much of a crowd, judo wasn’t exactly the talk of the campus. Besides, Clyde and Token were at the college football finals in Denver, and most of the school had followed the team there. Tweek, for obvious reasons, had stayed behind. He hated loud stadiums, especially when they were packed with trashed college fans. But there was one thing he loved: supporting Craig at his friendly judo meets.
After that stupid fight they’d had as kids, Craig had kept up with Japanese martial arts as a hobby. According to what he’d told Tweek, judo was methodical and required a kind of silent focus that helped him stay grounded; it was a controlled way to blow off some steam. Of course, sumo was out of the question; his boyfriend always said it was way too weird to fight semi-naked.
With his green eyes locked onto the mat, Tweek lightly rubbed his knuckles against his lap, an involuntary nervous twitch. The skin there was tough and slightly scarred. Tweek had been boxing on and off since elementary school and, much like Craig with judo, he’d picked it up again in college. However, his method was far less… professional. He loved it, but taking it seriously was just too much pressure. Tweek only loved boxing because it gave him a legitimate reason to explode, channeling his anxiety into controlled aggression. That was why, most weekends after curfew, he’d sneak off to the edge of campus to take part in the underground fights Kenny hooked him up with.
Craig knew everything and went with him almost every time. At first, he’d been worried, thinking Kenny had brainwashed him to make some easy cash at his expense, since, not to toot his own horn, Tweek really did crush it in most of his bouts. But once Tweek explained that he was the one who had approached the blonde McCormick, Craig chilled out.
The truth was, Tweek really loved it when Craig helped clean his wounds afterward. Every touch was always soft and tender; Craig never scolded him for his choices, only for not being careful enough, and that attention made him feel loved in such a warm way.
"B-Both fighters bow... the t-tension in the air is p-pulpable!"
Tweek snapped out of his daze as he spotted Craig on the right side of the mat. He was wearing his white judogi, his expression a trademark blur of concentration and slight boredom. Only when his eyes locked with Tweek's did he allow himself the smallest hint of a smirk and a wink. God! Craig knew exactly how to make Tweek melt with just one look.
"W-Well, well... l-look at that! Tucker showing some P-P-PDA before a fight? Maybe it'll g-give him a b-boost. Or maybe he's just m-marking his t-territory with his C-Coffee Boy!"
Tweek turned beet red, all the way to his ears. Dammit! He had to make a mental note to punch Jimmy later.
"The referee raises his a-arm... H-HAJIME!"
And with the starting whistle, they both lunged.
The match was brutal. Even though Craig usually talked his ear off about fighting methods, Tweek still didn't know the names of most techniques. He could only follow the shoves, the violent grips, and the quick sweeps aimed at throwing the other guy off balance. Craig’s face remained his usual mask of apathy, but Tweek noticed the tense muscle in his jaw and the sheen of sweat already forming on his neck, right where the fabric of the judogi bunched up as he grappled.
Tweek stopped hearing Jimmy’s commentary altogether. He wasn't just mesmerized by the fight anymore, he was mesmerized by Craig.
The adrenaline of the effort, the focus under pressure... it was hypnotic. Gah! I’m a total freak, Tweek thought, knowing his mind was already sliding toward that place.
The fight was dragging on longer than usual, forcing Craig to move with more vigor, backing off every now and then to catch his breath. It probably didn’t help that the gym’s HVAC was under maintenance today, creating a stifling heat. The white uniform was already soaked in patches of sweat, clinging to Craig’s broad shoulders like a second skin.
Tweek bit his lip so hard he nearly drew blood. He was spiraling again. Imagining it. The scent his boyfriend must be giving off at this very moment.
It was no secret: ever since they were kids, Tweek had always found a certain comfort in Craig’s scent. Clean, fresh, with that hint of lavender from the fabric softener Mrs. Tucker used. It managed to keep him grounded; breathing him in was like a breeze flowing through his body until it brushed against his heart. That was why he used to "borrow" his hoodies or bury his head in the crook of his neck during his worst panic attacks. I mean, that was normal, right? Tweek loved Craig unconditionally, every detail, every gesture, at any given moment, but once they grew up, he realized… That specific smell...
The way Craig smelled when he was pushed to his absolute limit.
It was stronger, saturated with a thick, metallic, salty musk. It wasn’t the rancid stench Clyde or Token had when they hung out right after a game without showering; Craig’s essence was something else entirely. It was raw, dominant. A total fucking aphrodisiac. One that made something deep inside Tweek thrum with need. A need to be fervently underneath him, with the rough, soaked fabric of that judogi rubbing against his skin. He craved for Craig to pin him down; he wanted to breathe in that sweat directly from his neck, to have that saltiness coat his tongue. He needed Craig to fuck him with that scent clinging to every inch of his skin until his brain melted.
Tweek felt the heat rush to his face for the second time. Jesus Christ, not now! He forced himself to think. This is a fucking weird-ass fixation, right? But the thing was, he craved everything about Craig. And his boyfriend craved everything about him, too.
"A-And there’s a s-sweep, followed by a h-h-hold!" Jimmy barked into the mic, his voice snapping Tweek back to reality.
Craig had his opponent pinned. His boyfriend’s face was inches from the mat; the tension held for a few agonizing seconds until the ref raised his arm and the whistle blew.
"W-W-W-Waza-ari! C-Craig T-Tucker is the w-w-winner!"
Tweek was on his feet before the scattered applause even had a chance to die down. Craig stood up with his usual indifference, his heavy breathing the only sign of the effort he'd put in, along with his black hair all messy and plastered to his forehead. He bowed to his opponent, exchanged a few words, and walked toward his coach.
Maybe it was the lust mixed with a week’s worth of pent-up desperation, but Tweek didn't wait around. He scrambled down the bleachers two steps at a time and was the first one out the door, heading straight for the hallway that led to the locker room exit. He had a very clear objective tonight.
Honestly, Craig already had a pretty good idea of where this was going the second he saw Tweek bolt out of the gym. He got confirmation when, just as he was about to head into the communal showers, his phone buzzed with a text. He just gave a dry snort and rolled his eyes; of course his blond was worked up.
Craig emerged from the locker room in his pre-workout gear: black sweatpants, a blue hoodie, and his gray t-shirt, which was already starting to soak up the leftover sweat. He had his uniform rolled up in his duffel bag. Tweek was waiting for him in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His boyfriend twitched a little when he saw him, and Craig couldn't tell if it was his usual tics or... that other thing.
"You won," Tweek said once he was close enough.
Craig just arched an eyebrow, catching Tweek’s trembling hand in his.
"Obviously." He leaned in for a soft kiss. "Staying at my dorm tonight? You know Token’s out for the weekend."
"Yes," Tweek said, fast and without a single stutter. Craig knew that "yes" wasn't just about spending the night.
Craig opened his arms and Tweek moved like a magnet, burying his face in the crook of his neck, right between his shoulder and jaw. The hoodie and the damp t-shirt acted as a partial barrier, but the scent was still potent. Tweek shivered from the overwhelming satisfaction that the fragrance triggered in him.
"You didn't shower..." Tweek murmured, his voice muffled against the fabric.
Craig felt Tweek take a deep, sharp inhale against his skin and gave a low, quiet chuckle.
"Mmhmm. You told me not to," Craig replied, his hand coming up to stroke Tweek’s soft hair in a gesture that always seemed to ground him.
Tweek let out a low sound, a mix between a whimper and a moan that only Craig knew, and hugged him tighter, pressing himself against his torso.
Craig would never judge him. On the contrary, he found it touching; he saw it as just one of the many ways his boyfriend showed his devotion. Besides, it was simple: Tweek liked the smell of him, of Craig, not the smell of some random gymnast or some stinking dude. It was, how should he put it?, an exclusive kink. And as much as Craig tried to play it cool, he loved that tangible proof of Tweek’s fixation on him. That, and the fact that he had an exclusive kink for his blond, too.
Craig kissed the crown of Tweek’s head. "Let’s go, babe. You can keep at it once we’re back at the dorm," he said, gently untangling Tweek so he could take his hand again.
They started walking across campus, the duffel bag swinging over Craig’s shoulder.
"Kenny got anything lined up for you on Saturday?" he asked casually, shifting the conversation to a topic that always made Tweek get a little aggressive.
"Ugh! Yeah. Some asshole from the Engineering department," Tweek said, his usual shaky tone returning. "Kenny says the guy outweighs me, and I know that, but I’m itching to kick his teeth in, dude! The guy called me a 'faggot twink,' nnghh! I want to kill him just thinking about it!"
Craig tilted his head toward his boyfriend. "How come I didn't hear about that?" he asked. He knew Tweek’s rage came more from being called a 'twink' than the slur.
"Gah! Because you would’ve gone and beat his ass yourself, and I want to be the one to do it!"
"Fair point," Craig confirmed as they reached the dorm building and started heading up the stairs. "You got a strategy ready?"
"I know his weak spot. When he said that, I couldn't help it, I landed a hook right to his liver. His face twisted in pain; his liver must be shot from all the drinking," Tweek huffed.
"So, a liver shot, huh? You must be pretty sure of yourself if you've already marked him like that…"
"Because he d-deserves it, Craig! Gah! The guy is just a b-blob of muscle and ego, but he’s got zero t-technique!" Tweek gestured wildly with his free hand.
"I get it, honey. Just try not to break your knuckles on his face before I get a chance to see the fight." If it weren't for the fact that the guy had insulted his boyfriend, Craig might have felt a bit of pity; Tweek hit like a truck when he was pissed off, and he knew that from personal experience.
When they reached the third floor, the hallway was plunged into silence. Luck was on their side; half the campus was away for the football finals. Craig stopped in front of his door, but he didn't reach for his keys. Instead, he just looked at Tweek with a half-smirk.
"We're here," Craig said in a low voice. "Buuuut my hands are kind of full with this bag."
Tweek let out a little laugh and pressed himself against Craig’s side, sliding in like a magnet. He didn't bother with the front pockets; he knew Craig didn't keep them there. He hooked an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and slipped his hand directly into the back pocket of his sweatpants. His fingers brushed against the thin fabric, feeling the heat of Craig’s skin right underneath.
As he pulled out the keychain, Tweek couldn't help himself, taking advantage of the proximity, he gave Craig’s firm butt cheek a quick, playful pinch.
"Ow!" Craig "complained." Though he didn't move an inch to stop him; honestly, he'd seen it coming. "What was that for? Getting a little impatient, aren't we?"
"Yes! To make you hurry up, g-gah!" Tweek shoved the key into the lock with a clumsy but quick motion. "Less talking and m-more going inside!"
The door swung open, and before Craig could even shoulder off his bag, Tweek was already shoving him inside, slamming the door shut with a bang that echoed down the hallway. Tweek’s hands slammed against his chest, forcing him back a few steps until his spine hit the entryway wall. It was a rough move, but to Craig, everything seemed to happen in slow motion, especially seeing that lewd glint in Tweek’s eyes.
The duffel bag hit the floor with a heavy thud, followed by a grunt from Craig as Tweek’s cold, rough hands slipped under his shirt. The blond leaned in close enough to run his tongue along the curve of Craig's neck; the salty, sharp taste wrenched a moan from Tweek and sent Craig’s pulse skyrocketing. Craig threw his head back against the wall, giving his beloved blond free rein to do whatever the hell he wanted.
He felt those hot lips brushing against his still-damp skin and the tip of Tweek’s nose twitching greedily as he breathed him in. It was an intense sensation, heightened by the contrast between the cool air of the dorm and the high body heat radiating from both of them.
"F-Fuck, Craig… you smell so goddamn good," Tweek gasped. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his twitches seemed to have found a rhythm with his ragged breathing. "It’s… it’s s-so much stronger than it was a minute ago..."
Craig let out a long, deep sigh. Tweek’s hands were roaming, tracing the muscles of his abdomen and sending delicious jolts of electricity straight down to his crotch. He loved this desperate initiative; it turned him on so fucking much.
"It’s driving you crazy, isn't it?" Craig asked, his voice rasping. He brought his hands down to squeeze Tweek’s waist, pulling him flush against his pelvis. "God, you’re hard already, sweetheart..."
"Nghh, I can't help it," Tweek whined. He pulled one hand out from under the shirt and brought it to the back of Craig’s neck, yanking him down to force him into eye contact, they only had a couple of inches of height difference between them. "My lungs are burning just from breathing you in. It’s so intense that... that I think I’m gonna die."
Whether it was Tweek’s blown-out pupils, the pent-up tension, or the fact that his own cock was stone-hard, Craig couldn't hold back for another second. He lunged in, devouring his boyfriend’s mouth in a starving kiss.
It was a violent clash of tongues fueled by desperation, a struggle for dominance that neither of them actually wanted to win. Craig couldn't hold back the shudder of pure satisfaction as he tasted the wetness of Tweek’s mouth. He loved the taste of his boyfriend, that addictive blend of bitter coffee and a natural sweetness that only he knew. Of course, he could also taste his own salty musk on his tongue, but he couldn't care less. He reveled in the slick sensation of their tongues tangling, enjoying how Tweek’s saliva lubricated the exchange, spilling from the corners of their lips.
Tweek was incredibly responsive, his back arching slightly from spasms of pure pleasure as he pressed even tighter against Craig. His fingers buried themselves firmly in his boyfriend’s black hair, yanking on it. He was completely overstimulated; between the scent of his boyfriend still filling his lungs and the way Craig was "drinking" from his mouth, he felt like his knees were going to give out at any second.
"Craig..." Tweek gasped between kisses. The sound was swallowed by his boyfriend’s throat as a string of spit connected their mouths, barely separating for a few millimeters.
Craig took advantage of that split second of distance to lick Tweek’s bottom lip, savoring the wetness there.
"T-Take this off," Tweek ordered urgently, his hands reaching down to yank at the hem of Craig’s blue hoodie.
Craig obeyed instantly. With agile movements, he helped pull the garment over his head and ditched the gray t-shirt as well. When the fabric finally disappeared, Tweek couldn't help but let out a sigh at the sight. He was so goddamn lucky, Craig was fucking gorgeous. The scent intensified just as much: devastating, addictive, magnetic. Tweek began to trace his body with pure worship, his mouth following the lines of Craig's shoulder muscles while his hands caressed his chest, which was still faintly glistening with leftover sweat.
Craig let out a low growl, digging his fingers into Tweek’s waist to pull him even closer. He could feel the blond's hardness pressing against his thigh. Craig leaned into his ear, playfully biting his earlobe.
"Tweek..." he murmured. "Do you want me to...? You know. If you do, I’d need to go clean up and get ready."
He meant it. Even though Craig usually took the lead, he thoroughly enjoyed Tweek’s passionate surrender and the way he’d take charge of his body, being versatile was part of their balance. Besides, Tweek had a dick too; he’d be selfish if he were the only one getting off. However, Tweek shook his head frantically.
"N-No! Nnghh, I couldn't wait that long!" Tweek exclaimed. "I... I'm r-ready, Craig. For real. I just want you to f-fuck me..."
He didn't have to think twice. Craig’s eyes darkened at Tweek's plea, and he slid his arms under his thighs in one fluid motion. Tweek let out a small yelp of surprise that melted into a sigh as his legs instinctively wrapped around Craig’s waist, letting himself be carried with enviable ease. God bless that judo training.
The few steps to the bed felt like an eternity. The second his back hit the mattress, Tweek was already scrambling out of his own green sweater; he hadn’t even finished pulling it over his head when Craig was already yanking his pants down. The blond moaned as the cool room air hit his exposed skin. He wasn't wearing underwear; he was still twitchy and paranoid about the Underpants Gnomes.
"Hurry the hell up, man..." Tweek pleaded. He grabbed Craig’s arm and hauled him down so his trembling, desperate hands could fumble with the knot of Craig's sweatpants. "God-fucking-dammit!" He swore his own cock twitched at the sheer intensity of the scent radiating from his boyfriend’s crotch.
When Craig shoved his boxers down, the room seemed to become completely saturated with him, at least, it did for Tweek. He felt high off that thick, animalistic musk, that blend of trapped body heat and the raw virility of someone who had just left it all on the mat. Catching sight of Craig’s thick, throbbing erection, Tweek felt an electrifying hollow in the pit of his stomach. The glint of pre-cum at the tip and the sight of Craig looming over him, chest still slick with sweat and eyes locked on him, was too much. He needed more.
"Craig… please," Tweek gasped. He reached out to wrap his hand around his boyfriend’s base, marveling at the searing heat radiating from him. "Let me taste you first…" Tweek shifted, his hand moving as he buried his face in the sparse, growing pubic hair, inhaling sharply.
The moment that intoxicating concentration filled his lungs, his judgment clouded over. It didn't help feeling Craig’s hand settle on the back of his neck, stroking it, let alone feeling that cock throb with urgency against his cheeks. Tweek didn't wait any longer and opened his mouth. He ran his tongue from the base to the tip, savoring the saltiness of Craig’s skin and the pre-cum already beadng there, exquisitely thick and sweet. The contrast between Craig’s heat and the wetness of his own tongue wrenched a moan from him that vibrated directly against his boyfriend's length.
For Craig, it felt like falling from heaven straight into hell. He let out a guttural growl and threw his head back, now gripping Tweek’s head with both hands, clutching his hair so tightly his knuckles turned white. That mouth was a sanctuary of excessive wetness; the blond was using his saliva on purpose, lubricating every inch of his cock until the sound of the suction became loud and obscene in the silence of the room.
Feeling Tweek’s lips tightening around his glans, while the blond looked up at him with those green eyes clouded by lust, made him shake, it made him lose all composure. Tweek’s mouth felt incredibly slick, like a glove of wet silk wrapping around him with a devotion only his boyfriend could profess.
He loved Tweek so fucking much.
"F-Fuck, Tweek…" Craig gasped, his voice breaking from the sheer pleasure. "Your mouth… it’s so f-fucking wet… you’re gonna make me blow my load right here…"
Tweek responded with a deep, throaty sound, picking up the pace. He sank deeper into that euphoric trance, his head moving with desperate greed; the mix of flavors in his mouth was delicious, and he took the length deep into his throat. He adored the feeling of fullness, the rough brush of the hair at the base against his nose, and the heat radiating from every inch of flesh. His eyes rolled back, lost in the sensory overload that seemed to pour directly from his boyfriend’s pores.
Craig’s legs began to shake from the superhuman effort of not losing control. His muscles tightened, his back arched, and a raspy groan escaped his throat as he felt the orgasm pooling at the base, ready to burst.
Just as Craig felt that final electric jolt, that specific tension that precedes total surrender, Tweek suddenly pulled away.
The sound of the suction breaking was heavy. Craig was left gasping, his pelvis arched and his chest heaving violently. His cock hung there, swaying heavily, it looked red, swollen, and throbbing from the blood pooled in the glans, slicked over by a glistening layer of saliva that dripped slowly. He was right on the edge of the abyss, punished by that interrupted climax that left him vibrating with pure need.
"God fucking dammit, Tweek..." Craig cursed through gritted teeth. He tried to catch his breath, but his fingers were now digging into the sheets in frustration while his body kept sending sparks of that half-way orgasm. "You're a sadistic little prick..."
Tweek let out a nervous little giggle. His lips were red and excessively glossy from the spit. Craig felt a desperate urge to just crush those lips with a kiss.
"Ngh! Gah! D-Don't look at me like that!" Tweek barked, though his eyes said the exact opposite. "You said you were gonna c-come, and I want you to do it i-inside."
Tweek rolled over, turning his back to Craig but propping himself up on his hands and forearms against one of the pillows, arching his hips in a silent, desperate invitation. Craig let out a growl that sounded like equal parts surrender and pure hunger. He positioned himself behind him, pressing his hot, sweaty chest flush against Tweek’s back. The contact of their damp skin created a suction that made the blond let out a stifled gasp.
"Don't expect me to be gentle," Craig murmured. His hand reached down to guide his length, still throbbing and coated in spit, toward his boyfriend’s heat. He leaned in, burying his face in the nape of Tweek’s neck, licking the skin of his throat as he pushed in slowly, reveling in how the excessive moisture Tweek had prepared made it easy for him to slide in, enveloping him in that tight place that drove him so fucking crazy.
The first full thrust wrenched a scream from Tweek that died against the pillows. Feeling Craig’s cock forcing its way inside him with that kind of firmness was exactly what he needed. The weight of his boyfriend pinning him to the mattress, the sweaty chest sticking to his back with every shove, creating that wet, rhythmic sound of skin hitting skin that filled the room.
Craig’s large hands clamped down on Tweek’s hips with enough force to leave bruises, anchoring him so he could drive in even deeper. Every time Craig buried himself inside him, that raw scent hit Tweek’s face, his nose was buried in the sheets, inhaling with sheer desperation. It was thick, hot, and overpowering.
"Fuck, Tweek... you’re so tight, honey," Craig growled into his ear.
The blond wasn't the only one in a trance. Craig could be versatile without a second thought, sure, but he fucking loved taking Tweek like this, feeling how the blond arched and trembled underneath him. He loved the way Tweek took it, how his internal muscles clenched around his length with every spasm of pleasure. It was maybe a dumb, primal thought, but he felt like an animal claiming what was his; the taste of Tweek’s sweat on his tongue as he licked the nape of his neck, the way the blond begged for more between broken gasps... it was something Craig answered with thrusts that grew faster and more shameless by the second.
Tweek felt like he was coming apart at the seams. Craig’s pace was relentless, hitting his sweet spot with a precision that made him see stars. His own fingers dug into the mattress, searching for a grip that wasn't there. He was surrounded by Craig: he felt him inside him, he felt him on top of him, and he inhaled him with every single breath. That fixation on his boyfriend's scent had transformed into an electric current surging up his spine, pushing him toward a climax that threatened to be violent.
"More, Craig! Ngh, g-gah! D-Don't stop, please!" Tweek shrieked, twisting his head back to find Craig’s lips, needing to taste that metallic, salty flavor again while he was being forcefully claimed.
Craig answered the kiss with a voracity that nearly left them breathless; their tongues clashed with the same violence as their bodies. The rhythm became erratic, frantic. His thrusts were short, fast, and deep, searching for that spot inside Tweek that made him scream his name like it was a prayer. Tweek was completely gone. His spasms became constant, an electric vibration born in his prostate that spread all the way to his fingertips. He didn't even need to touch himself; the internal friction, Craig’s weight, and that intoxicating scent choking him were more than enough stimulation. For a moment, his entire world narrowed down to the sound of their bodies colliding and the gratifying sensation binding them together.
"C-Craig! I’m gonna— g-gah! F-Fuck!" Tweek’s scream was raw as his internal muscles clamped down in a desperate, rhythmic grip around his boyfriend’s cock.
Craig felt the beginning of the end; that frantic tightening was the final trigger. He let out a husky groan, burying his face in the crook of Tweek’s neck one last time, inhaling the scent of sweat and coffee he loved so much before giving one final, definitive lunge.
"T-Tweek..." his boyfriend’s name was the only thing Craig could choke out before his entire body locked up.
Tweek came in a violent spray that splattered the sheets and his own stomach, his eyes rolling back as he sobbed from pure ecstasy. Seconds later, he felt Craig’s powerful pulses deep inside him. God, how he LOVED that feeling, Craig’s cum was always incredibly thick and plentiful, and feeling it fill him completely, inch by inch, gave him a satisfaction that pushed him to the very edge of sanity. He felt fulfilled, claimed, overflowing with the essence of the only person who made him feel safe in the middle of his constant chaos.
Craig emptied himself with an intensity that left him completely spent, pouring into Tweek until the very last spasm abandoned him. He collapsed onto his boyfriend’s back, both of them sweaty and trembling.
Their ragged breaths slowly began to find a normal rhythm again. Craig didn't want to move just yet; he enjoyed the weight of his own body pressing into Tweek’s, the warmth of their tacky skin, and the way his boyfriend’s heart hammered against the mattress.
"You're c-crushing me, dude..." Tweek whispered, though his hands were already searching for Craig’s to lace their fingers together over the pillow. There wasn't a hint of a complaint in his voice.
"Shut up, you love it," Craig replied with a lazy smirk against the nape of his neck. He pulled out carefully, eliciting a low moan from Tweek at the loss of that internal heat, and reached for one of the clean t-shirts nearby and some water.
Tenderness took over as Craig began to clean up the mess on the sheets and on Tweek’s skin. Tweek let him, watching with shimmering eyes as Craig took his time caring for him, his hands sliding along Tweek's sides. Once they’d wiped away the most obvious traces of their encounter, Craig settled on his side and pulled Tweek against his chest. It didn’t take the blond a second to snuggle in, burying his face in the crook of Craig’s shoulder. His boyfriend’s scent was still there, but it was softened now by satisfaction, transformed into something that, instead of turning him on, wrapped him in a blanket of absolute safety.
"I love you, Craig," Tweek murmured. His eyelids felt heavier than ever; the encounter had completely drained him.
Craig let out a soft chuckle and pressed a long kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a moment.
"I love you too, Tweek." Craig tightened his hold, feeling the heat of his boyfriend’s body against his own. "And just so you know... on Saturday, I’ll be front and center to watch you wreck that Engineering asshole’s liver."
Tweek smiled sweetly, allowing himself one last peaceful sigh. His mind went completely blank as he sank into a deep, restful sleep, surrounded by the scent of the man who was his entire world.