Creek: A Ficlet

He was beautiful, the boy on his bed. How could he not see that? How could he have held back these urges for so long and been able to control himself around this blonde haired boy?

Craig Tucker stared, amazed. For as much as he had always wanted a normal childhood that didn't consist of awry happenings, he couldn't get away from them. There was no use asking why he couldn't. He lived and grew up in South Park. There wasn't anyone here who wasn't the least bit off.

His best friend, laying like a trembling angel on his blue sheets twitched in his sleep. His wild hair, a color of faded yellow spread out like butter across his pillow, looking more innocent then the blondes paranoid mind had to be.  

With a nervous hand Craig touched Tweeks cheek, dragging his fingers down the sleeping boys neck. He wished he could do this without his friend being asleep, but the spastic boy would probably flip out. The black hair boy let his hand drop back down to his lap. He didn't want to stand up from his sitting position next to Tweek, in fear that he'd wake the boy up. Tweek needed sleep, it used to be odd how little sleep Tweek got, no matter what he tried. The darkened bags under his friends eyes accentuated the definite lack of sleep he received. Craig would be more worried, but he made sure his Tweek Tweak got sleep. It was like a routine they had. Craig would invite Tweek over and together they would listen to his I-pod until Tweek fell asleep. Craig didn't know why this always worked. He remembered when he had first used his I-pod to calm Tweek when he was yelling about one thing or another. Tweek had gone silent but by his twitching and shaking you could tell that he hadn't stopped thinking about whatever was plaguing him. When Craig had been about to give up and turn his I-pod off. Tweek had reached out and stopped him. It wasn't until the night there was a storm and Craig had convinced his nervous friend to spend the night at his house did it first put Tweek to sleep as they laid tangled in his blankets for warmth. Ever since then Craig had realized but never questioned how only in Craig's bed did Tweek fall asleep. He was too afraid that if he did question it, he'd ruin the magic moments he had to watch his Tweek dream things that could never be as beautiful as the boy who dreamed them.

Maybe one day, he'd actually dare to admit out loud how he obviously had a soft spot for the blonde twitching boy.  How the boy was the only thing that he had ever given admiration to, ever since the time they fought back in elementary school. He might even admit to Tweek that he wanted to hold him when he slept, wanted to stroke the pale smooth expanse of his back. That he wanted to be the first one to make Tweek gasp, scream, shiver and shake in ways the innocent boy had yet to experience. He wanted to kiss those lips and feel them tremble beneath his own, not caring what the reaction would be. But he did care, and he was scared.

Craig Tucker had given up trying to walk or even run away from the things that made his life in South Park abnormal. He had given into admitting all the things that made him who he was. He was Craig Tucker. His friends consisted of a whiny fun loving self conscious friend named Clyde, the only rich black kid in their town named Token and the spastic coffee addicted best friend of his Tweek Tweak.  Also he had some anger management issues, oh and he was gay. How fitting for a boy who only wanted to be an average straight normal minded boy.  

Giving into temptation, Craig gave into his weaknesses, bending down, supporting his weight with one arm whilst smoothing back the bangs that clung to Tweeks forehead with a thin layer of sweat. Leaning until his face was but only a mere inch away fro Tweeks, he let his lips touch the smoothness of Tweeks cheek. He savored the sensation against his mouth as he slid it slowly, lovingly up to Tweeks eyebrow and back to the corner of the blonde boys lips. Smiling softly at the butterflies in his stomach, he silently gulped, blinking and glancing at Tweeks closed eyelids. In a quick movement of heart pounding exhilaration, he captured the pink lips with his own.  He only gave himself a few moments of satisfaction before pulling away.  Swallowing hard he tried to memorize the feel of that kiss.  A stir below him gained his attention and caused his heart to momentarily stop. Holding his breath, his face inches above Tweek, he watched the blonde boys eyes flutter open with only a vague twitch. "Craig?"
He watched as Tweek blinked his eyes, his vision adjusting, his pink mouth pursing before giving into a small shaky smile.  His mouth falling open, Craig watched in wonder as Tweek closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep, the crooked smile still on his face.  He didn't know what exactly happened and what it meant but it left him feeling extremely pleased.

Craig wasn't sure if Tweek would even remember anything that had just happened the next time he awoke, but Craig new he would.  Somehow, as Craig gave in and laid next to Tweek, wrapping an arm around the twitchy boys narrow waist, he didn't care what the result later would be, he just wanted to enjoy this moment with this twitchy beautiful blonde in his bed. If this worked out he might just not try so hard to control himself.