Extra Cream Please

He was fidgeting again. Not that it was at all out of the ordinary, but it was far more noticeable than usual. It was miserably cold out today, not to mention Tweek had missed the bus this morning and thus had the chilly misfortune of having to walk to school. Worst of all, yesterday's strenuous actives had made the frigid trek extremely painful for the petite blond. Even he had to admit he was walking a little funny.

That aside, he couldn't believe it happened again. All of his underwear had disappeared and though he knew why, it didn't help his morning ritual in the least. Hence missing the bus. Tweek was too paranoid to drive himself and furthermore, was forbidden to ever get behind the wheel of any kind of vehicle which is why he'd forever be walking.

He was a few blocks from school, his thermos filled with his precious black liquid, clutched in his shaking hands. He wasn't paying much attention, but he certainly noticed when Craig sped by in his mustang with Token and Clyde in tow. He swallowed the lump that had suddenly tightened his slender throat. His heart wrenched and the coffee in his stomach rushed to to his mouth as he watched the sleek black hot-rod fly by. He dropped his thermos on the frozen cement, coffee splashing haphazardly over the white snow. He nervously toyed with his hoodie, taking short, jagged gasps of air looking around helplessly in his panic.

Tweek attempted to his best ability to rationalize why Craig didn't stop for him. After all, the music they were playing was pretty loud and Craig was driving very fast and Tweek was nobody...why would Craig see him? Tweek paused, vigorously shaking his head. Craig knew that Tweek took the bus most days. Maybe, maybe they were late for football practice? Clyde, Token and Craig were on the football team. Craig was the team's quarterback, right? Right. He was. So he would be late too. That was a good reason for him not to stop. All of this could be resolved with a phone call, surely. But Tweek never called Craig, not really. Way too much pressure to leave a message.

He shakily continued on his way to school, leaving the abandoned thermos laying in the snow like a fallen soldier, its dark contents dirtying the slush.

***

His jeans were a little wet, water soaked up to his calves. That was not helping out his comfortability situation. He shuffled down the hallway, minding himself, his hazel eyes glued to his sneakers and the ugly laminate floor. The tall dark-haired athlete noted his friend's disposition just a moment after he spotted his blond counter part walking down the main corridor of the high school looking worse than he'd ever seen him. His dark eyes followed Tweek as he numbly maneuvered through the students. He waited to say something to his miserable friend, who was apparently pretending not to see him. Craig liked surprising him. The results were always entertaining and worth a chuckle. But this time, Tweek never stopped to say hi or even to tug on his shirt like he normally would. Craig, however, was privy to the hurtful look that was hidden in the smaller male's side glance as he moved as far away from him as he possibly could. Craig turned around, looking mildly stunned as he watched the tiny blond disappear into the crowd of students.

Craig took a deep breath, his eyebrows lifting as he attempted to analyze exactly what had just gone down.

"Ah, what was that?" Clyde asked nudging against Craig's arm as he too surveyed Tweek being more bizarre than normal. Tweek was pretty much a part of their group, so he couldn't figure out why he would shy away like that.

"No clue." Craig frowned staring down the hallway, crossing his arms over his chest.

Clyde shrugged and gave Craig's shirt a little tug. "C'mon. The bell is going to ring." Clyde started pulling Craig off towards their first period class, but the taller of the two couldn't help but glance over his shoulder as the hallway was clearing.

Tweek was standing over by his locker, trembling and watching the two of them walk off together. Craig frowned as they rounded a corner, concerned for Tweek's dismal state. He watched him disappear from sight which was disconcerting enough. Craig hadn't the slightest as to what the problem was...but he had his suspicions.

Tweek winced, sucking down air like a fish would water. "Nnnh...." He closed his eyes as the hot, wet tears oozed from his eyes in fat droplets. Grabbing his sleeve, he quickly wiped his eyes, angry with himself for crying at school. Tweek grabbed his messenger bag that sat by his feet before running off to class. He didn't want to be late...

***

First period was agonizingly long, Craig noted as history seemed to drag on and on. He had tuned out the teacher a while ago once he mentioned it was a review. Craig couldn't really give a shit about Mesopotamia. Craig had turned his attention on to Stan and Wendy, who'd been passing a note to each other for the last twenty minutes or so. He grimaced as they made kissey faces, bleh. He also noted that Clyde had eaten at least two candy bars in the last fifteen minutes. How could he do that and really complain about those last fifteen pounds he couldn't shed? What an ass. Though more to his amusement, Kenny, sitting just in front of him, had propped a porno mag in between the pages of his history book. Who does that? Oh. That fat-ass Eric Cartman does during Math. Right. Craig had been looking at the pictures of breasts and slots and it started to occur to him more how disinterested he was in females. He sighed, his thoughts bringing him right back to that painful look Tweek had shot him in the hallway.

Craig hadn't a clue. But he had to talk to Tweek. Fortunately, next period they had gym and he could ask him then.

The bell finally rang after what seemed like an eternity. Craig stood up with a yawn and crammed his history notebook into his messenger bag. The pages were all blank. All of his notebooks pretty much looked like that. Craig wasn't the type to study that way, he just kinda learned stuff. Some how. He got okay grades.

"Craig! Do not forget to do your homework." Ms. Barnet shouted after him.

Craig responded by giving her the finger as he exited the classroom.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" He called back as he turned down the hallway.

Clyde hurried after him and walked beside him towards gym. "You are gonna be in trouble, Dude."

"Nah." He shrugged, "Its fine."

"Whatever, man. We going to hang out later? I got a new video game. "

Craig side-glanced Clyde and shrugged. "Yeah, we could do that. Token going?"

"Nah, Token said he had a study group or something."

"Ah, right."

They walked into the locker room along with the rest of the guys and met up with Token. They greeted each other with the usual 'Hey Man.'

Craig didn't see Tweek for quite some time. He kept his eyes on the door as boys came in, and all eventually headed out to the gym.

Cylde was dressed and ready along with Token, "Hey, Craig you coming?" He asked hesitating not to hang with him till he was ready.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. I misplaced my, uh...my...my...lock. For my locker." He said as he quickly covered up the lock in plain sight. "Plus, I'm not ready yet...so you know, I'll be there in a minute. Go ahead."

Clyde and Token left, just a few minutes before Tweek snuck into the locker room. Craig bet he thought everyone left. A devious grin spread over his face as he silently hid out of the petite blond's sight.

Tweek looked around happy to see the locker room was now empty. He sighed in relief as he walked to his locker and made a few attempts to get the correct three numbers. It was very difficult when your hands shake like his do. He chewed on his lip as he pulled out his gym shorts and shirt.

Tweek gasped, as he was lightly shoved into the locker in front of him. Craig's rock hard body pressed against him from behind, his warm mouth finding the crook of his neck and resting there. "What's with the cold shoulder this morning. I take it your feelings are hurt...I just can't figure out why." He said smoothly, his voice neutral, lacking any kind of accusations or anger.

Tweek swallowed hard, his body trembling. "M-my feelings?" he asked, as he tried to look back at Craig without turning his head.

"You heard me."

"I um..." Tweek hesitated, "Gah, the pressure."

"Shhh, no pressure. I'm just looking to fix it, that's all."

"W-well.." He stammered, and swallowed hard. Craig raised a dark slender brow, frowning as he started, but Tweek vigorously shook his head. Some things were better left unsaid. Craig was silent as he pondered this, but was very sure to hold Tweek there against the locker. "N-no...just no."

Craig thought hard over all the events that played out and came up with absolutely nothing. He sighed and took a shot in the dark. "Is this...about not having all my attention?" He mused, looking thoughtful. "But since, you're so intent on having my attention, I'm gonna give it to you."

Tweek gasped, his back arching as Craig slid his hands up his sides, pulling his shirt with it. Tweek shivered as the cool air rushed over him, but Craig was quick to fix that pulling his wife-beater off and pressing his bare chest against his back, his body heat a quick remedy.

Craig slipped his gym shorts down low on his thighs enough to expose his erection, pressing against Tweek while he worked to unbuckle the other's jeans. Craig licked his hand slathering it in spit. He was sad he didn't have his peppermint lube with him. He loved that stuff. He covered his whole shaft before pressing against Tweek's ass, and with a little work, he slid inside the blond with a breathy sigh.

Tweek winced. His ass was still very sore from just yesterday. He whimpered a little, his hands balling into little fists. Craig was gentle, and pushed into him slowly. "Nnnh, C-craig." He mumbled, closing his eyes tight.

"Hey--shh, its-- its alright." He murmured by his ear. "if it hurts too much-- I'll stop. --Just let me know." He said with little grunts as he thrust.

Tweek nodded a little, taking small tremulous breaths, but said nothing. He couldn't tell Craig to stop. That would disappoint him and he would hate that. Besides, Tweek wasn't hating it...it just hurt.

He moaned as discreetly, as Craig found just the right spot. He smiled upon hearing that and worked to rub him just the right way. His hands were firmly planted on his slender hips pulling him to meet him thrust for thrust.

Craig's attention was wholly distracted by the shadow in the corner of his eye. He glanced over to see Mr. Pearson, the gym teacher, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. He cleared his throat.

Craig froze as Mr. Pearson frowned. His eyebrows rose a little unable to make any kind of judgment as to what he was doing just standing their staring at them. Craig slowly pulled out of Tweek and pulled his shorts up and stood blocking Tweek from view. Craig then gave him the finger.

"Mr. Tucker, you need to get your ass down to the principal's office." said unhappily.

"Oh Jesus Christ." Tweek said as he quickly zipped up his pants and stood against the locker with pink cheeks. He gripped the back of Craig's shorts nervously.

The gym teacher turned around and walked to the Gym to start class.

Craig turned around to look at Tweek, "Hey. Don't worry...I'll take care of this." He nodded a little and tugged his shirt on. He switched to jeans since he was still kind of hard and it would be easier to hide. He flashed him a weak smile and walked off.

Tweek shifted uncomfortably. He couldn't go to class now. He really couldn't, "Jesus Christ." He gasped a little, tugging on his messy blond hair. He slumped against the locker and stayed just like that.