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Universal Gravity	By : Roseclaw Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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All rights and privileges to “South Park” are copyrighted trademarks and property of Trey Parker, Matt Stone, Comedy Central, and all peoples associated. The characters of these fictions are used WITHOUT permission for the entertainment purposes only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit. As if anyone would actually pay money for this thoughtless drivel. And even if they like it, it's right here and money is not required. So there! Bottom line: I don't own them I just like to play God with them. Like an ant walking back and forth across my feet for what seems like miles upon miles. Or a bug with a magnifying glass as it slowly burns into nothingness. Ahem Yes, I don't own them. Never have. Never will. Sigh…

A/N: Slash! That's right. This story contains slash. Don't like - don't read, that simple. I was bored in physics one day and this is the result. I haven't seen this pairing before, and I am all about the nontraditional pairings.

Disclaimer #2: I do not condone the use of get in place of any form of the verb “to be.”

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Universal gravity
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He was bouncing his leg again. It was his right one this time. In his last class it had been the left one – all damn class. It was highly distracting, and it drove Stan absolutely insane. There he was, trying to pay attention in class like a good little droid and Tweek was distracting him. Stan couldn’t help that he had severe ADD, but he was trying hard to focus on the teacher’s lecture. The bouncing leg was a constant reminder of how fantastic a lay he had been. Each bounce reminded Stan of each thrust, of each stroke of supple skin, of each bout of boundless energy. His jeans constricted around his fond memories, and his stomach started to churn unpleasantly.

Tweek abruptly stopped bouncing his leg and started tapping his fingers on his desk. Stan sighed an inaudible sigh of relief, focusing again on his teacher. His memories faded, and his stomach settled.

Tweek then switched back to leg bouncing. He frowned, paused, licked his chapped lips, and then continued.

Stan groaned loudly in exasperation, standing up quickly. “That’s it!” he shouted, gathering up his books and stalking indignantly from the room.

“Apparently the French Revolution does not agree with Stanley. Kyle please go fetch him and make him see reason. I really don’t feel like staying for detention today.”

Kyle sighed and did as he was told.

He eventually found Stan banging his head against his locker.

“Dude, don’t do that, you might hurt the locker.”

“I don’t care!” Stan accented each word with a bang to the locker.

“What was that about?” Kyle asked, not unkindly.

“I don’t know!” he wailed. “It’s not like I’ve never done it before, it has just never been that incredible. My God, Kyle, it was so amazing. The way he – ” A shudder passed through him.

“Don’t cream yourself, dude!” Kyle warned.

“Oh God,” Stan moaned.

“Is that why you left class?” Kyle pried. “So you wouldn’t cream yourself?”

“Yes,” Stan hissed. “That or vomit.”

“Christ, Stan! Who?”

“Tweek,” he admitted, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment.

“Oh,” was all Kyle could say. “Does that mean that…”

“I like cock,” Stan finished.

“Dude!” Kyle exclaimed.

Stan did not meet Kyle’s eyes, and a heavy silence settled over them.

“That’s cool,” Kyle said eventually. “You wanna go back to class or should I cover for you?”

“Can you cover for me?” Stan pleaded.

“’Kay.”

“See you in physics… Oh fuck, he’s in that class too!”

“Just sit in front of him,” Kyle suggested.

Stan swallowed thickly and nodded.

“After school you are so telling me how this happened.”

“Alright, Kyle. Thanks for covering for me.”

“No problem, dude.”

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Tweek was bouncing his leg again. Stan had taken Kyle’s advice and sat in front of him, but he could still hear the cloth rustling every time the leg bounced. He tried to focus on the lecture, but it was just as bad as his last class. Thank the gods that it was the last class of the day.

“Everything has its own gravity,” the teacher explained. “For example, I am gravitating towards Kyle and he is gravitating towards me.” She took a step closer to Kyle, who was sitting in the front row. “But I am also gravitating towards Wendy.” The teacher took a step closer to Wendy who was sitting next to Kyle.

“They are also gravitating towards each other.”

Kyle raised his hand. “So why does Cartman not have satellites?”

“AY!” he shouted crossly.

“Cartman does have satellites,” Stan exclaimed, happy to join the conversation and not listen to Tweek’s bouncing leg. “They’re in space. Remember when the visitors came and stuck a dish up his ass?”

“I do not have a satellite dish up my ass!”

“I meant, directly around him, like moons or something,” Kyle clarified.

“I’m sure he does,” the teacher agreed, “but they are probably too small to see.”

There was a collective understanding “Ohhh” from the class.

“Now,” the teacher said, returning to her lecture. “Everything gravitates toward something else and the bigger the object, the harder it pulls.”

“Like how Stan’s boner is drawn to Tweek’s ass!” Cartman sniggered.

Tweek jumped and shouted “Jesus Christ!” The outburst triggered memories which triggered Stan’s jeans to tighten.

Stan paled as everyone looked to him and his lap.

“As crude as Eric’s example was, it is still true, according to the laws of both physics and hormones,” the teacher agreed.

“You should just fuck him so we don’t gag from all that sexual tension,” Cartman taunted.

“I did,” Stan stated boldly.

Cartman’s surprised yelp was drowned out by Tweek’s “Jesus Christ!!”

The entire class was staring at Stan and Tweek. Tweek had frozen in place; Stan doubted he was even breathing. He turned his wild eyes to Stan. Stan sent him a comforting smile in return, but it looked more wolfish than anything.

“ARG!” Tweek screeched as he bolted from the room, tearing at his hair. “Too much PRESSURE!”

“I’ll go get him,” Kyle volunteered with a sigh.

“Thank you, Kyle,” the teacher granted her permission.

Kyle flashed Stan a smile that told him not to worry. Stan worried anyway and didn’t focus on the rest of the lecture.

Kyle returned two minutes before the end of class. Tweek did not return at all.

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When the bell rang, Stan accosted Kyle with question after question.

“Dude, I just took him home,” Kyle answered slowly, accenting each word.

“I need to go talk to him!” Stan blurted out urgently. “I’ll tell you everything later!”

“Tweek already told me,” Kyle said.

“What!”

“He already told me,” Kyle repeated. “He rambles a lot when he’s paranoid. He told me everything.”

“Everything?” Stan squeaked.

“Yes, Stan, everything. Even that bit about using peanut butter. God, you’re a kinky bastard.”

Stan paled. “Jesus, I need to go.”

He bolted out of the school and ran half way down the street before he realized that his car was in the school parking lot. He ran back, grabbed his car and tore down the street to Tweek’s house.

Kyle didn’t know whether to laugh or not. It was amusing, yet pathetic that his best friend was so whipped and didn’t even know it.

“Weak,” he muttered.

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Stan could not stop banging his fist against the Tweak’s front door. He needed to see Tweek; he needed to see if he was okay. But when Tweek opened the door, Stan had no idea what to say or do.

“Oh Jesus Christ, it’s just you.” Tweek clutched his shirt above his heart in relief.

Stan just stood there dumbly.

“Come in or you’ll get pneumonia and die and it’ll be my fault and the police will arrest me and I’ll spend the rest of my life in jail being ass-raped by large inmates!”

“Tweek,” he started, unsure as to how to continue. “Don’t do speed.” Lame!

“No way, man! Drugs are bad! They fuck people up and – ”

Stan had enough of his verbal diarrhea and roughly pushed his way inside passed Tweek, closing the door firmly behind him.

“Stan?” he queried apprehensively.

Stan stared at him intensely. The boy was still bouncing suggestively. Well, Stan found it suggestive. He found his breath rate increasing, his pants tightening, and his heart blasting in his ears.

“Is anyone else here?”

Tweek slowly shook his head.

“When will they be back?”

“I dunno. The shop closes at 11PM, but Mom usually comes home around 6 to make dinner and I have to help out after I finish all of my homework and – ”

“Tweek, shut up,” Stan commanded softly. He glanced quickly at his watch: 2:30. He had three hours and he intended to use them. School had been absolute torture, and he was in dire need of release.

He stared at Tweek through half lidded eyes, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

“No! What if my parents come back and find us and they’ll ground me forever and then chop off my dick to keep me from having sex ever again and then disown me! What would the neighbors think?”

“Tweek,” Stan said matter-of-factly, looking him directly in the eyes. “I am your neighbor.”

“Oh. Oh! Oh God!” Tweek panicked, grabbing Stan by the collar of his shirt. “What am I going to do?!”

Stan wrapped his arms around Tweek’s waist and crushed their mouths together. He gnawed hungrily at Tweek’s lips as Tweek, after a brief start, matched Stan’s enthusiasm. The hands on Stan’s collar relaxed their grip but were still trapped between the boys’ bodies.

Stan gave an approving grunt with his throat as his hands slid down to grab Tweek’s ass, pulling their groins together.

Tweek gasped and pulled away, Stan’s hands firmly planted on his ass. “You know exactly how to keep me from thinking,” he purred, rubbing his face in Stan’s neck, much to Stan’s content.

“You do think too much,” Stan agreed.

Tweek pulled away from Stan’s neck and looked at his face, vaguely insulted.

“I think too much too,” Stan confided, dipping down to nibble on Tweek’s neck. His teeth grazed Tweek’s sensitive skin, plucking gently and sending a shiver of pleasure through Tweek’s body. “Like today all I could think about was you.”

Tweek’s breathing picked up speed. “Why?”

“You kept bouncing your leg,” Stan muttered into his neck. He moved his hands from massaging Tweek’s ass to under his shirt, working their way up his stomach. “I wanted you to fuck me. Right in front of the class. I didn’t care, as long as you fucked me.” He accented his point by biting down on Tweek’s shoulder.

“Oh Jesus!” Tweek moaned. His hands made the escape from between their bodies and cupped Stan through his jeans. “I’m gonna get in trouble,” he groaned. “The pressure is unbearable!”

“Will it be worth it?” Stan asked, his voice breathy.

“God yes!” Tweek enthused, crushing his body against Stan’s. “But what if my parents come back?” He pulled away.

“Goddamnit, Tweek! Just fuck me!” Stan growled, grabbing Tweek’s shirt and yanking it, along with Tweek, toward him.

Tweek yelped in an undignified manner and tripped over Stan in an effort to regain his balance. This resulted in both of them crashing to the floor in a pile of writhing appendages.

“Jesus, dude, you’re such a spaz!” Stan declared from underneath Tweek.

“Gah! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be sorry,” Stan said, his voice rough with lust. “Just fuck me.”

“Ack! Holy shit!” was all Tweek could say as Stan shoved his hand into Tweek’s pants.

With his hand down Tweek’s pants, Stan rolled both of them over so that he was now looming over Tweek. He bent down and attacked Tweek’s mouth with his own as he worked his hand up and down Tweek’s cock.

Tweek panted openly in between violent kisses. He screamed into Stan’s mouth when he started massaging his balls and groaned loudly in bereft when Stan removed his hands from his pants. However, Stan quickly shucked him of both his pants and boxers exposing him to the cool mountain air.

Stan momentarily broke their frenzy of kisses, paying attention instead to Tweek’s torso. Stan pushed Tweek’s shirt up to his shoulders and attached his mouth to any exposed skin he could find, sucking fervently at Tweek’s skinny chest and stomach.

“Nah!” Tweek panted thickly. “They’re going to laugh at - Oh Jesus! - me in the locker room when they…nehah!… see your marks…”

“Why would they?” Tweek cursed Stan for being an athlete and having endurance: Stan’s breath had only quickened a bit and was entirely steady compared to his own. “It shows that you’re getting more action than them.”

Tweek agreed, but he was still unsure. However, when Stan’s mouth found his left hipbone, Tweek decided discussing that right now was not the best for the mood they were trying to create.

Tweek arched his back so that his hip pushed against Stan’s mouth and his cock cut into Stan’s neck. The pulse in Stan’s neck and the pulse from Tweek’s cock pounded together in time, dissolving Stan’s resolve. He removed his own pants and boxers in one movement, rolled off of Tweek, and presented his ass to him.

“Fuck ME!” Stan shouted.

Tweek jumped at Stan’s zeal and picked himself up off the floor. “I don’t think we should do this here… Anyone could just walk through the doorway and – ”

Stan growled dangerously.

“I don’t have anything for lubrication!” Tweek bemoaned. “I could tear something and then there would be – ”

Stan pounced, pinning Tweek to the floor. With one hand, Stan searched blindly through his pant’s pockets, finding a condom he had stashed there. He removed it from the package, put it into his mouth and took Tweek’s cock fully into his mouth, applying the condom. Tweek’s eyes grew large at the sensation of being down Stan’s throat. Stan smirked as he released Tweek’s cock and removed the taste of latex from his mouth by wiping it on Tweek’s thighs.

With the clinging taste now gone, Stan carefully mounted him, using his own and Tweek’s fingers to guide Tweek’s slick cock deep into his ass.

“Jesus Christ!” Tweek screamed. Stan was relaxed enough to take in all of him at once, and Tweek thought he would die of over-stimulation.

Stan leaned down and tenderly kissed Tweek on the forehead. “Now move,” he whispered huskily into his ear.

Tweek jumped at the unexpected vibrations in his ear causing Stan to buck. On reflex, Stan grabbed a hold of Tweek to keep his balance, digging his fingers into Tweek’s hair.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry,” Stan panted, willing his breath rate and heart rate to go back down after his adrenaline rush. Each rapid breath he took caused his entire frame to shudder which resulted in his ass clenching around Tweek.

Tweek’s eyes rolled back into his head and his breathing stilled.

“Tweek?” Stan cupped his chin and caressed his cheek. “Tweek, come on, don’t do this!” He fought the panic rising within him. “Please, Tweek!”

Stan eased himself off of Tweek’s cock and knelt beside him, shaking him urgently. He checked Tweek’s pulse and it was strong. He checked Tweek’s breathing and it was faint. Stan moved Tweek so that he was lying on his side before he left the room in search of the one thing that he knew would snap Tweek out of it.

He was too hard and bowlegged to move quickly, but eventually he found what he was looking for and returned to the other boy. He checked the vitals again before he popped the top on a Double Shot Espresso so that it hissed in Tweek’s face. The boy’s eyes fluttered open as the scent filled his head.

Greedily, Tweek sat up, grabbed the can from Stan’s hand, and downed it all in one fluid motion. This had happened before, thank God, otherwise Stan would have had no idea what to do. Tweek had just gone through withdraw and needed caffeine to come back around. The intense sensations did not help the situation either.

Stan sighed in relief as Tweek licked his lips.

“Thanks,” he smiled warmly.

Stan knelt beside him and ran a hand through Tweek’s unruly hair. “You scared me,” he confessed.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “For passing out and for not fucking you.”

“It’s okay; it can wait until you’re better.” Stan smiled, but God he was so horny.

“Touch yourself,” Tweek murmured. Stan’s cock twitched in delight. “I want to see you drive yourself crazy. Arg! I want you, but I can’t – Jesus, this is too much pressure!”

“Tweek?” Stan asked uncertainly.

“Don’t let me hold you back.”

Stan swallowed thickly. “You’re serious?”

Tweek nodded, staring fixedly at the junction of Stan’s legs.

Stan looked down at his own throbbing hard-on. Sure he and Tweek had been together for a while, but it was only just recently that they had turned their relationship sexual. Of course they had been physical, but only chaste until just a short time ago. What Tweek was asking him to do… it was, well, embarrassing.

Stan looked to Tweek again. Tweek licked swollen lips. Stan’s eyes dipped down to Tweek’s needy, condom-covered erection. He closed his eyes and ran a hand down his stomach to his aching cock. It was leaking profusely, coating Stan’s lower abdomen in a sticky slime. All Stan needed to do was wrap his hand around it firmly and to see Tweek’s look of pure want and he exploded with a shudder.

“God,” Stan whispered, trying to stead his ragged breathing. A look down confirmed two truths: one, he was covered in semen, and two, he was still as hard as when he had started. “Damn it!”

Tweek placed a finger under Stan’s chin and lifted it so he could look Stan in the eyes. “You’re amazing,” he said softly. Stan blushed.

The finger on Stan’s chin trailed Stan’s throat, chest, and stomach leaving a path in the semen. Stan didn’t even have a chance to regain his breath before Tweek took it away again. In the sexiest act Stan had ever witnessed, Tweek popped the semen-covered finger into his mouth and licked it clean, finger fucking his mouth in the process. When all the semen was sucked from the finger, Tweek traced his lips with it, purring contently.

“I’m better now!” was the only warning Stan had before Tweek pinned him down and bathed his stomach with his tongue.

Stan’s head lolled from side to side as Tweek’s tongue assaulted him. Even though he looked like skin and bones, Tweek was able to keep Stan from moving too much. Stan dug his hands into Tweek’s scalp, trying not to tug too hard and ending up unsuccessful.

“Ga – God, Tweek! You really need to fuck me now!” Stan shouted in exasperation and need.

Tweek jumped at the ferocity of the words and the implication behind them, but he was eager to obey.

“Should – should I replace the condom?”

“No, it was my only one,” Stan ground out. He was not annoyed at Tweek, but the emptiness inside of him needed to feel. “Just do it!”

With Stan still pinned beneath him, Tweek yanked apart his legs and hoisted them over his shoulder. Urgently, Tweek plunged his cock into Stan, causing the boy below to cry out, screaming to Jesus, God, and Tweek.

Stan breathed in a shuttered breath. Tweek looked down to examine Stan’s face. The boy had scrunched his face up in pain, as if bracing himself for something unpleasant. Tweek did not want to be that something unpleasant, so he kissed Stan’s eyelids tenderly.

Stan grabbed Tweek’s face and looked him right in the eye. “You’d better move soon,” he demanded before kissing him soundly.

Tweek thrust his hips experimentally, and Stan made the most amazing sound. Wanting desperately to hear whatever more sounds he could coax out of Stan, Tweek built up a rhythm. Stan did not disappoint him, increasing in volume as Tweek increased in speed.

Disappointingly, Tweek was relatively inexperienced and lacked the stamina for the proper rutting that Stan was demanding. He hit the edge when he hit Stan’s prostate causing Stan’s muscles to clench around him. They both came with identical howls of delight.

The two boys lay together panting raggedly. Tweek took a deep breath and eased himself out of Stan. He was still hard but not painfully so. Stan unwound his legs from Tweek’s shoulder and maneuvered himself up onto his knees to face Tweek.

With his face still focused on Tweek’s, Stan carefully removed the condom and tossed it into the nearest trash can. He was feeling a lot less feverish than earlier and wholly satisfied.

“See, no one came in,” he cooed, ruffling Tweek’s hair even more.

“I guess you were right. But Jesus, that was a lot of pressure.”

“And Cartman was wrong,” Stan smirked, kissing Tweek lightly on the nose. Tweek twitched. “My boner is not drawn to your ass. Although…”

“No way, man!”

“It’s a rush, though: being filled to the brink, almost splitting at the seams, wanting more and more until my body can’t take any more of you, and then you give me it all,” Stan moaned into Tweek’s ear, glancing quickly at the clock. “We still have two hours.”

“Agh! Let’s go up to my room,” Tweek suggested clearly, grabbing Stan’s arm and lifting them both.

They gathered up discarded clothing, and Tweek directed Stan by the small of his back. Stan winced, taking a quick intake of breath.

“God, what happened, did I break anything?” he asked in a panic.

Stan shook his head and kissed him again. “No, it’s nothing.”

Tweek didn’t believe him and whipped Stan around.

“Jesus Christ! You’re bleeding!”

“Tweek, it’s alright, just a little rug burn,” Stan said soothingly. “So no more carpet sex… for a while.” Stan smirked and ran his hand up Tweek’s bare arm.

“Oh God!” Tweek jumped. “I need to put something on that so it doesn’t become infected and then you’d never be able to have sex again!”

“I don’t even know how to begin to follow that logic,” Stan admitted. “But if the sex was that amazing, why don’t we go put some balm on it?”

“Okay…”

Stan led Tweek to the bathroom. Tweek’s mother had done this countless times. She had made him sit on the edge of the bathtub and sit patiently while she rummaged through the medicine cabinet to find exactly what would heal whatever ailed him.

Tweek removed his shirt and placed it down on the edge of the bathtub to sit on so that the cold wouldn’t be so intense.

Tweek found the Neosporin and poured it into his hands to warm it up.

Stan gasped when it came into contact with his abused skin. Tweek rubbed softly in small circles, his other hand bracing himself on Stan’s shoulder.

With his body still very sensitive, Stan soon started to moan quietly under Tweek’s caring ministrations. “This seems so odd,” Stan sighed contently. “Usually it’s me who mends you.”

Tweek hummed softly in acknowledgement, but otherwise said nothing; however, when Stan hissed, Tweek spazzed out.

“Nah! I don’t want to kill you! Did I poke your spine? Are you bleeding internally – ”

“No, no, Tweek,” Stan said stiffly. “It dripped into…” He trailed off, hoping Tweek would understand.

Tweek looked down to see that a dollop of the balm had sunken down into Stan’s cleft. “I’m gonna have to get that outta there!” he declared.

Stan gasped as Tweek’s finger delved into his cleft. “Holy fuck! Dude, what are you – why?”

Tweek didn’t answer; he just moved his finger around searching for an opening. The combination of the finger and the balm on Stan’s sensitive ass was more than he could handle and he was hard again.

“God, Tweek. You’re really frisky today.” Tweek’s finger then found the opening he was searching for. Stan screamed and fell to his knees into the tub, breathing hard; Tweek’s fingers slipped out. “Fuck, Tweek, fuck!”

Tweek climbed over the ledge of the tub to join Stan. His hands quickly found Stan’s asshole again, but he quickly skimmed over it. Stan bemoaned the lack of satisfaction. “You - neghah! – can’t do that to me! I need to touch – FUCK! – you!”

The evil slick hands moved father down Stan’s ass, traced his raphe, and finally met up with his balls. Stan moaned the entire way, crying out in intense pleasure as Tweek massaged his balls. He kneaded gently for a moment before he turned Stan over.

“Sit on the edge,” Tweek commanded.

Stan blinked before what Tweek said finally processed, and then he scrambled up to the ledge to look down at Tweek. Stan watched in awe as Tweek dipped his head into his lap, waiting for Tweek’s mouth to wrap around his throbbing cock.

Tweek’s lips never touched Stan’s cock: they found something better to suck: Tweek drew one of Stan’s testicles into his mouth, sucking lightly. Stan had to grip the side of the tub to keep from falling off. He had no idea what Tweek was doing with his tongue and didn’t care as long as he never stopped doing it.

Little moans and gasps erupted from Stan’s throat as Tweek did sinfully wicked things to his balls. One of Tweek’s hands slowly crept up Stan’s quivering stomach, falling into his belly button. Tweek dropped Stan’s testicle from his mouth and licked determinedly up his shaft.

Stan’s chest was heaving by the time Tweek reached the tip of his cock. “Christ, Tweek, just top me off!”

Tweek gently kissed the head of Stan’s cock. Stan tried his hardest not to fuck Tweek’s mouth; he dug his hands into the porcelain tub to keep from digging them into Tweek.

Tweek granted Stan his wish and swallowed him whole. The vibrations from Tweek’s body sent Stan reeling. He shouted in delight as he exploded down Tweek’s throat.

Tweek sputtered as he released Stan. “Sorry,” Stan said breathlessly. “Sorry I didn’t warn you.”

“It’s – okay,” he wheezed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Did – did you swallow?” Stan asked in awe.

Tweek nodded.

“Oh, Tweek!” Stan wrapped his arms around Tweek’s neck and kissed him thoroughly, tasting himself on Tweek’s tongue.

Tweek whimpered as Stan pressed himself against him, rubbing himself contently.

“Turn around,” Stan whispered sultry into Tweek’s mouth.

Tweek moaned and did as he instructed.

Stan took a moment to examine Tweek’s back. Even with all of the accidents the boy had been in, his back was flawless. There was one ugly scar on his left shoulder that Tweek refused to talk about. Stan had asked once and Tweek had freaked out. Of course, it was Tweek and freak-outs were an everyday occurrence, but he avoided the issue from then on out.

Stan traced the scar. “Down on your hands and knees,” he asked.

After a brief hesitation, Tweek obeyed. Stan ran a finger down Tweek’s spine causing the boy to shiver. Stan stopped when he reached Tweek’s ass, replacing his finger with his tongue.

“What are you – oh God!” Tweek screamed.

Stan firmly planted a hand on each of Tweek’s cheeks, spreading them wide, allowing his tongue access. He ran his tongue down to Tweek’s asshole, running his tongue around the edge. Tweek fidgeted madly, moaning wantonly. When he finally inserted his tongue into the hole, Tweek felt that it was the most natural thing in the world, but that didn’t stop him from screeching Stan’s name.

Stan did Tweek the favor of wrapping his hand around his body to gently squeeze his cock. Tweek made small gasping noises and balled his hands into fists, his knuckles white. Stan increased the pressure on Tweek’s cock, finally allowing Tweek release.

Tweek stopped breathing for a moment before his breathing began again. Stan embraced him from behind.

“I can’t believe we just had sex in a bathtub… without any water. That’s just weird.”

Tweek had to agree. He turned around gracelessly to look at Stan. “It makes it easier to clean,” he purred. He took Stan’s fingers into his mouth again, cleaning them seductively.

Stan leaned his head against the tile. “Man, you’re insatiable!” Tweek grinned and bounced his head up and down. “Well, I’m spent,” Stan declared.

Tweek stood up, offering Stan a hand. Stan took it but pulled Tweek down again: Tweek fell on top of him haphazardly.

With a wicked smile, Stan reached behind him and turned on the shower taps.

“AGH!” Tweek shouted in alarm as the cold water hit him. “That – that’s so mean!”

“But you’re clean now,” Stan said, nipping his ear.

Tweek groaned in agreement. He kissed Stan tenderly on the cheek, turning off the taps while he was distracted.

“No more sexy shenanigans,” Tweek waggled a finger in Stan’s face. “Not if you’re spent and can’t deliver.”

Stan feigned abashment.

Tweek climbed out of the tub, and he wrapped himself in a fluffy bath towel, making sure to shake his ass which happened to be at Stan’s eyelevel.

Stan vaulted out of the bathtub only to have Tweek throw the towel at his face. He caught it with ease, but when it was no long obstructing his view, Tweek was gone.

With a sigh he dried himself off and pulled his clothes on. They were a tad wet from the spray of the shower, but they would dry quickly.

Stan found Tweek in his room, rummaging through his video games. When he saw him, Tweek ran over to Stan, pressed their lips together. Stan moaned in appreciation.

“Who knows, maybe I will permit your boner to be drawn to my ass,” Tweek murmured into Stan’s ear.

Stan looked at Tweek, confused.

“Halo!” Tweek announced, waving the cartridge in his face. “Winner tops.”

Stan smirked: Tweek sucked at that game.

Fin.

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Yay for awkward teen sex! The best kind ever! My excuse: I love Tweek, and Stan is very gay. The diction in this fic felt kinda clinical… I love non-clichéd pairings! They make me happy.

I drew a pretty picture to go with it. That can be found here: http://www.deviantart.com/view/26250071/
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