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YellowHaired, BlueEyed Bunnies	By : ginger240 Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N): Okay, so I felt really horrible for giving you all such a shitty chapter yesterday, or whenever I posted it, so I'm giving you a lot of Creek to hold you over. And I'm thinking about working in a complimentary Style chapter, too. Just because I can and I don't want to bore myself with sticking to just Bunny. We need some other kinds of smex in this story. There's mild drug use in this chapter as well, so beware. I hope this keeps you all happy until I can work out another Bunny chapter. Enjoy, smitches!

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Craig’s POV

I vaguely hear Kyle yell at Kenny through the haze of smoke billowing out of my mouth. Tweek’s legs are resting comfortably across my lap as he sits precariously on the plushy armrest of the small couch we’re seated on (it’s more of a loveseat, if anything). I pass him our shared blunt and somewhat focus my attention to the happenings around us.

I just catch Kenny say, “Did you want me to say that I came down here to see your pretty, red, Jew-curls?”

I snort quietly to myself as Kyle laughs openly, pushing Stan nearly on top of Clyde to allow Kenny to join our circle. Kenny pulls Butters straight into his lap and I almost applaud him for his audacity.

“Gettin’ cozy, Kenny?” I hear Stan’s words overly laced with amusement and smoke and I see Clyde’s shoulders shake with laughter.

“Don’t judge me, Stan,” Kenny mutters and I almost laugh outright, when Tweek shifts his body forward to rest his head gently on my shoulder. All of my attention is on him in an instant; I wrap my strong arms around his middle and pull him snuggly into my side, reclining back into the sofa. I take another hit from our rolled up joint before leaning forward slightly toward the coffee table to snuff it out in the ashtray. I hear Tweek whine brokenly against my neck and angle my head to look down at him.

“What’s up, Tweekers?” I mumble nearly incoherently. I’ve lost track of time and how many illegal substances I’ve ingested while at this party. However, I can tell you just how many shots, drinks, beers, and joints Tweek has drank and smoked respectively. “How that fuck is that possible?” You might ask. I will answer: I have no fucking clue. Two minutes later and I finally get a response from Tweek.

“If I sit here much longer, I’m going to fall asleep in your lap, Craig.”

It’s infinitely easier to understand Tweek when he isn’t heavily caffeinated and extremely paranoid. Take the coffee away, pour some alcohol in him, get him a little high, and he’s putty in your hands. I smile a devil’s smile and push him gently off my lap just as Cartman comes bounding down the stairs screaming for Kenny. I glance over to the couch and notice that Kenny and Butters have mysteriously disappeared. Then, I see Kenny’s head pop up from behind the revolving chair placed next to the couches.

“Goddamn it, Cartman. What the fuck do you want? I’m busy!”

He sounds a lot a bit of pissed, frustrated, and horny. I can only imagine what Butters is doing to him behind the chair.

“Aw, Kennay don’t get all pissy on me. I can’t spend time with my favorite blonde?” In middle school, that would have been considered a ploy to get Kenny to do something horrible for Cartman. Now, it’s actually quite true. Fucking idiots.

Kenny looks like he wants to punch Cartman in the face, and I’m actually surprised when he doesn’t. I miss what Kenny says next as I grab Tweek’s hand and pull him casually over to the staircase, quite intent on getting his ass on the dance floor. I take one more backwards glance toward the group of guys on the couch and see Kenny dragging Butters over to the guest room by his hair. Kinky.

We disappear up the steps and into one of the living areas that are scattered throughout the Black’s house. I turn my head in time to see Tweek’s eyes light up when they spot the packed dancing area and I am now the one being dragged across the room. Tweek expertly maneuvers us through the crowd of people around us and into the sweaty, dancing bodies of our classmates.

There’s a heavy beat blasting through the speakers and Tweek’s body is already pressed flush against mine, grinding, twisting, writhing. I grasp my little blonde’s slim hips tightly to push him back against me as close as we can fit without falling over and move my hips to match his. He brings one of his arms up to twine his fingers through the hair that gathers at the nape of my neck and I nearly growl as he pushes his ass hard into my rapidly interested dick. The music is loud in my ears and I can feel the vibrations of the speakers through the air, pulsating against my skin. Tweek’s other hand is tracing shapes up and down one of my outer thighs, tantalizingly avoiding the area I want it to be most. The hands that were grasping at his hips are now rubbing slow, teasing circles across his stomach and hips, occasionally dipping momentarily into the waistband of his loose jeans, eliciting gasps and moans past Tweek’s pink lips. I mouth my way up his neck to one of his ears and proceed to tease the living hell out of him by nibbling and sucking on the cartilage and lobe of his ear.

“Oh, God!” Tweek breathes out almost inaudibly and I smile in reminiscence of his earlier use of that phrase. Not so paranoid, now. He may be anxious to get my hands just there, but he is definitely not paranoid.

I barely brush my fingers across the line of his zipper and his hips jut backwards into mine, back arching beautifully. Fuck, I need to find us a fucking room and fast. Or a nicely shadowed corner… My thumb is dragging lazy shapes across the front of his pants and his head drops back onto my shoulder.

“What’s up, Tweekers,” I mumble directly into his ear and his resulting moan is answer enough. However, I’m not done with him just yet. I want him to be begging me for it by the time I’m done with him.

I turn him around slowly, pulling his arm down from around my neck, just to have it reattached when he’s facing me. I slip one of my legs between his, placing one hand on his ass and the other on his hip. The hand on his ass works together with the hand on his hip to manually grind his hips hard into mine. His head falls back again, this time exposing the front of his neck to my lips and teeth, which happily nip and suck and lick until one specific spot I find makes him grind particularly hard against me. I torture the spot right below his jaw with hard sucks and tentative bites until he’s moaning straight into my ear. Tweek’s grip in my hair forces me to redirect my lips to his own and soon enough my tongue is dominatingly thrusting in and out of Tweek’s mouth in time with our hips. My hand moves from gripping his ass tightly to running up under his shirt along the muscles in his back, while my other hand sneaks up his side, dragging his shirt higher and higher with each pass upwards. By the time I have his shirt half way up his torso he’s moaning into my mouth and gripping my hair tightly.

I pull back slightly to gasp out, “Tweek, let’s go.”

My hands slip out from under his shirt to drag him across the room yet again, this time bolting through the hallways in search of the staircase that leads upstairs. I finally find it and shove Tweek in front of me so I can clearly see his ass move in front of me as he stumbles cutely up the steps. Two doors down, take a right, through the door: guest room #2 located. I let my eyes scan the room to make sure it’s unoccupied before I shut the door behind Tweek, slamming him up against it to reacquaint our lips. He’s moaning again and fuck his hips will be the death of me. I still them with my hands for a brief moment before they slide over to the front of his jeans, deftly undoing the button and tugging lightly at the zipper. I know it isn’t enough pressure to pull the zipper down and the teasing is successful when I hear him keen loudly.

I slowly tug his zipper down and lean back to enjoy watching his back arch spectacularly with a gasping moan. He whines low in his throat when I swat his hand away from yanking his pants down.

I smother my face in his neck and lap at his skin before whispering, “What do you want, Tweek?”

He mewls quietly when my palm brushes against him through the fabric of his jeans and I finally get the response I’m searching for:

“Craig, please – just – I need you. It hurts, please.”

Perfect.

I shove both his boxers and his pants down and off in two swift motions and grasp his hard cock in an almost-too-tight grip, giving it a slow pull. His hands are clutching my shoulders and his breaths are coming in sharp, shallow gasps. He is on his tiptoes trying futilely to thrust into my hand and I take some sadistic pleasure in this. I hum quietly against his collarbone, quickly making a decision that will surely make Tweek’s night.

I slide down to my knees in front of his quivering body and breathe slow, controlled breaths across his twitching member. I twist my wrist sharply at the base of his cock and give it another couple of pulls before I brush my thumb through the slit. I let my gaze travel up his shaking, writhing body to lock with his heavily hooded eyes. I watch his eyes slide shut as I run my tongue languidly across his slit, sucking the tip into my mouth. He’s still on his tippy toes, but this time he is consciously trying to keep his hips still for the moment. I run my hand up from his right calf to behind his knee and lift his leg up over my left shoulder, keeping his thrusts to a minimum with my other hand. I take his whole cock in my mouth, the bobs of my head interspersed with the suction. He’s moaning something sweet and I allow his hips some freedom when one of his hands lands on top of my right shoulder while the other lands on top of my head.

My mind is spinning and I can barely focus on the task in front of me until I hear Tweek whine out my name in between his mewling and moaning. I look up and nearly cum on the spot when I see his eyes focused on watching me suck his cock. His bottom lip is between his teeth, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, hair a mess. His tee shirt is crumpled up exposing his stomach and most of his chest and I have half a mind to straighten it out for him. However, the disheveled look always suited Tweek.

His fingers are digging into my shoulder and my scalp and his dick slips out of my mouth with a pop as I move to take a retaliatory nip to his inner thigh. He makes that irresistible noise again and I growl against his skin, hands gripping his thighs, to keep myself from plowing him through the floor then and there. The fingers in my hair tighten and he squirms viciously in my grip, obviously wanting the hot, wetness of my mouth back on him.

“Craig, damn it! Fucking get back to it already!”

I breathe a laugh against his hip and yet again enjoy his frustrated squirming, trying to find relief in some kind of friction. I finally allow him satisfaction by taking him whole again, deep-throating him on every third bob of my head, closing my throat tightly around his head. He’s twisting and turning every which way, tossing his head side to side against the door, moaning out his pleasure as loudly as he can. I feel his muscles tense under my fierce grip and suddenly he’s climaxing down my throat, back bowed, head thrown back, face a picture of pure pleasure. His body goes limp in my grip and I allow his body to slide down next to mine, pleased with the sated look on his face.

“Oh, God that was amazing,” he slurs out tiredly and I find myself hoping he won’t pass out of me just yet. The night is barely starting.

“I know.” I smirk down at him when he slaps me lightly on the arm. I reach over to where I tossed his jeans and boxers and shuffle them back up his legs before scooping his light form up in my arms to carry him over to the spacious bed in the middle of the room. I lie down next to him and play with his golden locks that are spread across my chest. He’s sprawled across my body and the bed, taking up as much room as someone of his small stature is capable of. I look down at my little angel and smile at the luck I drew in having this one as my best friend.
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