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"I want back the years I wasted on you," he replied coldly, "And I want my hat back, I know you still have it," he added quietly.

Craig looked at him in confusion, "...The grey one? That was mine to begin with!"

"Yeah and you gave it to me and I actually liked it. Therefore it’s mine and I left it at your house and I still fucking want it back!"

Shaking his head, Craig turned back to the sink and began wiping off his arms, "Whatever. I’m not doing this with you."

"Why are you even here?" Tweek demanded, "You don’t talk to any of your ‘friends’ anymore. You don’t live here. And as far as I can tell, you don’t even want to be here! You hate parties."

"Maybe I like them now."

"So that’s why you’ve been hanging out by yourself all night?"

Craig narrowed his eyes at him, "Why were you watching me?"

"So I can see for myself how pathetic you are," Tweek spat, "You left everyone behind to go have some fucking adventure and find yourself except you’re still the lame asshole you were to begin with."

That was apparently Craig's last straw. He grabbed Tweek by the wrist and yanked him closer, "Shut the fuck up, Tweek! You don’t know shit."

Tweek didn't back down though, "Then enlighten me. Tell me about how you are just living your dreams like you always thought you would and everything turned out wonderful!" When Craig didn't say anything and just stared down at the floor, Tweek wrenched his arm back and bitterly replied, "That’s what I thought." He thought he would get to finally leave that fucking bathroom only for Craig to grab him again, "Hey!" Tweek yelled, "What the fuck are you doing? Let go!"

"No!" He shouted, "You don’t just get to say that shit to me and leave!"

"What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" Tweek countered, getting in Craig's space.

They were nearly pressed nose to nose, silent and staring at one another angrily. Their stare down only lasted a moment though before they were grasping and pulling each other closer. They met with a bruising kiss, almost like they were trying to smother the other.

"What?" Tweek panted in between kisses, "You're not getting any lately, you gotta settle for me?"

"No, I just don’t want to hear you talk anymore," Craig responded. He grabbed Tweek by his hips and set him up on the bathroom counter so he didn't have to lean down to kiss him. It must have been some automatic response because Tweek didn't even register that he had his arms around Craig's neck and his legs around his waist.

"I still fucking hate you- by the way," Tweek gasped when he pulled away for air.

Craig just smirked at him, "Yeah, it really seems like it."

"Shut the fuck up and touch me."

"You're still a brat, I see," Craig commented, kissing his way down Tweek's throat.

Rolling his eyes, Tweek responded, "As if I'd never not be."

"Guess we'll have to fix that," Craig grinned, biting at a spot above his collarbone.

"Ha!" Tweek taunted, "You couldn't even do that when we were dating." His remark was met with a hard pinch to his side. "Ow! That hurt, fucker," he complained, rubbing at the spot.

"Then stop being a bitch."

"I'll stop being a bitch when you stop being an asshole."

The only time their bickering stopped was when they kissed. It was messy and rough; their teeth clacked together and at some points it was just more biting than kissing. Craig's hand wandered up Tweek's shirt in the process and ran over his torso. He brushed a thumb over his nipple and was shocked to find a barbell. He quickly lifted up Tweek's shirt and confirmed that he did indeed have his nipples pierced.

"When'd you do that?" Craig asked him, touching one curiously.

"After you left," Tweek said.

"…I like them," Craig quietly confessed.

"So have all the other guys I've been with," was the curt reply.

Tweek smirked as he saw the look of irritation cross over Craig's features. He was just daring him to say something in return, but he didn't take the bait. Instead he went back to playing with Tweek's chest. He hated to admit it or show any sign that he was enjoying it, but he really was. He blamed it on him being sensitive though rather than because Craig was doing it.

He yanked Craig's head up by his hair from where he was sucking a mark onto his chest and roughly kissed him again. In response, Craig's hands grasped his hips and pulled them flush together. Tweek bit his lip to avoid making any noise, lest he give Craig the satisfaction that he was actually enjoying this. Although, as much fun as he was having, he was getting tired of the heavy petting.

"Jesus, are you actually going to do anything or are we gonna act like virgins all night?" Tweek asked, irritated, as Craig kept groping him.

Craig stopped what he was doing in favor of tugging Tweek off the counter and shoving him down to his knees. "Fine," he replied angrily, "If you wanna get started so bad, you can start there."

It was Craig's turn to smirk at the annoyed look on Tweek’s face. He didn't appreciate the manhandling. He bruised easily. He also didn't need to be so rude about it. Nonetheless he stayed silent and got to work undoing Craig's pants.

He pulled the fabric down Craig's thighs, revealing his hardened prick. He wrapped a hand around him and stroked a few times before taking him into his mouth. He sucked at the head of Craig's cock, earning a groan for his efforts, before flicking his tongue over the slit. He stopped to lick the base, running his tongue on the underside back to the top. His hands then found purchase on Craig’s thighs as he took him back in his mouth and down to the root in one go.

"Shit…" Craig panted above him, holding onto the back of his head, "I can't believe I forgot how good you were at this…"

Tweek pulled off to reply, "It is the one thing I'm good for."

After a moment of silence, Tweek stopped again and looked up at him expectantly, "You're supposed to say 'No, Tweek. You do have other redeeming qualities!'"

"I thought you preferred when I was honest with you," Craig responded with a smirk.

Scowling, Tweek threatened, "I can still bite you, jackass." Yet he got back to work. Although, it wasn't long after that Craig was tugging him off his dick and holding him back from continuing. "I wasn't done," he said, annoyed and confused.

"I don't wanna come yet."

"Seriously?" Tweek asked him, letting out a bark of laughter, "It's only been like three minutes. Dude, that's pathetic."

A light flush covered Craig's face, even turning his ears pink, as he mumbled, "Been a bit since I jerked off…"

"How long is a bit? A year?"

Craig just scoffed at him, "Whatever. Get up here." He pulled Tweek to his feet only to put a hand in the middle of his back and push him down onto the counter. He was about to get started getting Tweek's pants undone when he was stopped.

"No, you are not fucking me in this bathroom," Tweek told him, standing up, "If I'm settling, it's at least going to be done somewhere comfortable." By settling, he was referring to fucking Craig. He planned on being fucked by someone that evening; preferably someone he didn’t hate. But Craig was there so he might as well take what he can get.

"Bitch," Craig commented, tucking himself back into his pants.

Tweek unlocked the door as he replied, "Yeah, that's what your dad called me after I fucked him."

He earned a smack on the ass for that as he led them out the door. He yelped and turned back to glare at Craig before resuming their search for an empty room. Thankfully they didn't have to look too far. Just down the hall was an available empty room that they planned on taking full advantage of.

Tweek opened the door and impatiently waved his hand for Craig to hurry up. Then the door was slammed shut and locked and they were on each other again. Tweek took control by grasping at Craig's shirt and pulling him down into a harsh kiss. When they pulled apart, he shoved Craig toward the bed, causing him to fall back on it. He was going to sit in his lap, but Craig stopped him.

"No," he said, sitting up, "You've been bossy enough. C'mere." He took Tweek's hand and pulled him across his lap so he was laying face down over his knees. "Pull your pants down," he ordered.

Surprisingly, Tweek didn't fuss too much and was silent as he got into position. "Wait. Here," he said suddenly, pulling a small thing of lube and a condom out of his pocket and handing it to Craig. He took them without a word, but gave him a judgmental look.

"What?" Tweek asked, pulling his pants off, "I planned on getting fucked by somebody tonight, it's best to be prepared."

"Okay, boy scout," Craig teased, spreading lube on his fingers.

"Asshole…" Tweek muttered. He tensed up once Craig began touching him, a finger prodding at his entrance, but quickly relaxed. He wasn't used to this position and he didn't know where to put his hands. He awkwardly grasped onto Craig's thigh before just giving up and letting them hang over the side.

Craig was quickly growing irritated with how much he was squirming. In response, he clamped his free hand onto Tweek's shoulder and pressed him harder into his leg, "Stay still."

After not receiving any sass or backlash from Tweek, he continued. He already had two fingers in him at that point, languidly drawing them in and out. He scissored them apart, further spreading him open before adding a third. Although, he was maybe being a little more thorough than he should have. Tweek was well beyond prepared at that point, but he loved hearing the noises he made. He made sure to press that spot inside of him, making his hips stutter and gasp loudly. He was getting him closer and closer with every curl of his fingers.

Just when he was about to come, Craig immediately stopped and withdrew his fingers. "Dude, what the fuck!" Tweek snapped, "I was almost-!"

"I don't care," Craig cut him off, "I didn't get to come so you don't either."

Tweek looked up at him over his shoulder indignantly, "That was your decision! You're the one that stopped me!"

Rolling his eyes, Craig eased him off his lap and replied, "Stop bitching and just get ready."

Huffing, Tweek mumbled something under his breath, and removed the rest of his clothes. He laid down on his stomach and rested his chin on his hand, waiting impatiently. Although, as much as he was putting out a bratty attitude, he was kind of excited. Not that Craig could know that though. He'd rather die than admit that. That was like admitting defeat and he wasn't a quitter.

Still, that feeling of butterflies crept into his stomach as he felt Craig behind him. Two hands lifted his hips up and parted his legs so he could kneel between them. His hips were grasped firmly as he felt Craig's prick up against his hole and his breath hitched a little. He nearly sighed in relief as he began to press in. Before Craig got too far though, Tweek noticed a faint buzzing from his pocket. He didn't care who it was, but it gave him an idea.

"Wait, hold on," Tweek told him, not moving from his position, just reaching for his pants on the floor, "Someone's calling me."

"Just let it keep ringing," he heard Craig say, annoyed.

Tweek looked behind him and innocently replied, "What if it's important?"

The look of disbelief and irritation on Craig's face was almost worth what he was about to do next, but still not quite. He cringed to himself once he saw who was calling, but he was committed at this point. He tried to hide his discomfort as he answered the call and brought the phone up to his ear, "Hey, mom," he said cheerily.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Craig hissed, tensing up behind Tweek.

"Mom, can you hold on a second?" Tweek asked before covering the receiver with his hand and angrily looking back at Craig, "Do you mind? Just keep going, Jesus," he turned back and began speaking again, "No, sorry. I'm out with Butters and Kenny right now, we're at Tolkien’s."

To say Craig was in disbelief would be an understatement. He couldn't see Tweek doing this in a million years. When they were together, being intimate was one thing Tweek was always shy about. He didn't like talking about it with their friends and always got red in the face if anyone insinuated anything. The only way for them to have sex was if no one else was home or it was late at night and everyone was definitely asleep. Although they did get up to some things in public areas, but he was always paranoid afterwards and refused to do it again (until next time).

So the fact he was talking to his own mother while he had a dick in him shocked Craig. But whatever he wanted, he guessed. He wasn't going to question it. So he gently eased himself all the way inside Tweek and sat there for a second to let him get used to it. He began pulling out just a bit before pushing back in, making sure he wasn't too rough. But after a bit, he noticed Tweek really wasn't reacting any differently. He may as well have been just sitting there. Craig didn't like that.

So he changed his tempo and actually started moving. He noticed Tweek tense up and his voice sounded just the tiniest bit more strained. He grinned from the small victory, but he couldn't just leave it at that. He grabbed onto Tweek's waist and pressed deep inside him, leaning over his shoulder to whisper in the ear not occupied by his phone, "Tell your mom I said hi." He only cringed a little after he said it.

It seemed that's what it took to get Tweek to finally react, though. A violent blush set in on his face; all the way from his neck up to his ears were red. He shut his eyes and stumbled over his words, "Uh- um. I gotta- I gotta go, mom. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? The guys say hi! By the way. Yeah- I'll tell 'em- okay! Bye."

He hung up and threw his phone over the edge of the bed with the rest of his clothes. He was never pulling that shit again. That was way too risky. And fucking embarrassing. But Craig didn't need to know that. Or at least he hoped it wasn't obvious how nervous that made him.

"Do you usually talk to your mom while getting fucked?" Craig asked, interrupting his internal panic.

"No, but," Tweek tried to say, "I figured I would anyway since I'm not doing anything- ngh- important."

Craig didn't seem to like that answer. His demeanor became more aggressive and his movements more harsh. Tweek had to hide his face down in the blankets at one point to avoid making any noise. He couldn't let Craig think he was obviously enjoying this. He needed to get back in control of the situation.

"Hold on. Get off me," he said and pushed against Craig's chest to get him to back up. Once he pulled out of Tweek, he was shoved down onto the bed once again. This time Tweek successfully sat in his lap and was eagerly filled again.

"Jesus, you're such a bastard," Craig muttered as he let Tweek maneuver him how he wanted. However he changed his tune and nearly groaned when Tweek started moving and bouncing on his cock.

Tweek placed his hands on Craig's torso to keep balance as he moved and managed to say, "Maybe I'd be nicer if you did a decent job-! Ngh- I've had better sex in a Walmart parking lot-"

Craig's hands found his waist again and he thrusted up into him, "Then why are you still here? If I'm so terrible, why don't you just- leave?"

"Hey," Tweek shrugged, "Gonna take what I can get. Plus- I gotta remind you what you left behind when you ditched me," he added lowly, not showing any emotion in his features.