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Extra Cream Please	By : Tariraritarara Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Hey Tweek, it's Craig. I wanted to know if you wanted to grab a cup. Give me a call back." Craig said to his cell phone as he walked down the side walk on South Park's main street and headed for the coffee shop. Saturdays were pretty boring for Craig. He had already checked with Clyde and Token, both of whom had been busy and couldn't hang out, but he figured he could at least get Tweek to hang out for a little bit. Especially when there was coffee involved. That was the plan anyway.

Tweek's phone chimed a short tune, indicating that he had a new voicemail. "Gah!" he cried, startled by the ringing noise his phone made. He wasn't sure how he had missed a call, such was fate. He reached into his hoodie pouch, shakily pulling his phone out. He played back Craig's short message, listening intently as it played through. Tweek scrolled through the short list of phone numbers in his address book until he came across Craig's. He waited anxiously as it rang, wondering if Craig would pick up or if they'd be playing phone tag.

Craig grinned a little as his cell phone rang just as he was opening the door to the coffee shop. Tweek surely had coffee-dar. "Hey, what's up?" He asked the phone, as he surveyed the shop for an open table. Craig spotted one in the corner by the window and made a B-line for it. Taking a seat, he stretched out a bit waiting for the jumpy Tweek to reply.

"Hi... I-It's Tweek...Craig. I'm returning you-your... call. An-and uh, n-nothing's up...." Tweek twitched nervously.

"Heh, Thanks."

"...Where are you...?" Tweek asked, walking downstairs and into his kitchen.

"I'm at your parent’s coffee shop in town, at the moment. I wanted to know if you were interested in hanging out today, you are my first choice after all, no pressure." He grinned to himself, finding Tweek’s behavior absolutely entertaining. That and the fact he already asked Clyde and Token and they had other plans for today.

"Um, err..." Tweek stammered. "...Y-Yeah." He was surprised to hear that Craig had chosen him over both Clyde and Token. Even though Craig had said 'no pressure', Tweek felt and thought otherwise. He really didn't want to screw up like he usually did. "When..." he paused for a second, "When do you want me t-to meet you?" He asked glancing over at the clock in the kitchen.

"Well." Craig paused to scratch his chin. "If you want, I can chill here, until you arrive. Or I can come by now and pick you and bring you back here. Or, if you don't want to sit around all day, I'll bring you back a coffee and we can hang elsewhere." He said as his lips blossomed into a grin. Giving Tweek choices was probably a bad thing, but he'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Surely he could choose.

"Gah! I can't choose! There's way too much pressure!" Tweek immediately shouted, clutching a clump of his blonde, unruly hair. "Y-you can..." He twitched inadvertently. "pick." There was no way he would be able to make such an important decision. If Craig for some reason didn't approve of Tweek's choice, he could lose one of his only friends and it would all be his fault.

Craig chuckled against the receiver. "Thought so. Uh, alright. How about I just bring you a cup of coffee and we'll hang out wherever? Sound good to you, Tweek?" He asked running a hand through his dark brown hair. He found it funny Tweek couldn't choose, but it was after all Tweek they were talking about. If only he'd cut back on all the coffee. "Hey, how do you like your brew? It's medium and medium, right?" He asked, standing up, the chair scraping as he walked away and got into the line.

"Y-yeah. Do you want... me to wait here?" He swallowed nervously. "A-at my house?" He added, trying hard to speak without stuttering, although it wasn't possible. Craig made him especially nervous.

Craig paused, wondering if Tweek would do exactly as he's told, but decided against it. "Yeah, that's fine. I should be there in like, twenty." Craig paused as he placed his order.

"Hey, one more thing. Do you want flavored coffee and what size?" He asked, as the barista hustled and started making his drink.

"Okay... It-it doesn't matter, Craig." He said quickly, glancing back up at the clock. Tweek honestly didn't care what he brought him. Coffee was coffee and Craig was being nice enough to bring him some.

Craig grinned and nodded. "Okay then, I will definiently see you in twenty minutes or so." He said nonchalantly. "I will catch you then, cool?" He said with a grin.

"Y-yeah, thanks." Tweek smiled slightly. "I'll be here. Bye... Craig." Tweek quickly hung up the phone.

"Oh God!" He twitched. Twenty minutes... What would he do to pass the time. He looked at the coffee pot desperately.

***

Craig carried both coffees to his car and slipped inside, setting them down on the passengers’ seat. It took him only ten minutes to get to Tweek's house and only two more to carry the coffees to the door and knock. Craig waited patiently for Tweek to answer. It was beyond Craig why Tweek was as jumpy as he was around him. Not normal jumpy, but extra paranoid. Hm, that was something to think about. Craig ran a hand through his hair and took a sip of his coffee, all in the time it took for Tweek to get the door.

"Gah!" Tweek exclaimed, hearing a knock at the door. This had to be Craig. Tweek made his way toward the door, pausing for a moment before finally opening it. It was Craig, like he expected. "H-hi." He said abruptly, quickly moving so Craig could come inside. "Uh, err..." He began nervously. "T-Thanks again."

Craig smiled upon seeing Tweek, he always made him laugh. "Hey Tweek." He said smiling brightly at his overtly nervous and paranoid friend.

"Here's your coffee, dude." He said taking another sip of his own.

Tweek took the cup from Craig and began drinking the contents without a second thought, or even asking what kind of coffee it was.

Craig reached up and pulled his blue hat off and stuffed it into his hood. "So, we got all day, what did you want to do? And since I handled the coffee situation, you get to pick. How bout that?" He said chuckling a little "No pressure." He added, smiling as he closed his eyes and took a sip of his hot brew.

After gulping down about half of the drink, Tweek stopped to stare at Craig. He twitched. "Y-You want me to... to pick something for us to do???" He asked taking an additional gulp from the cup. "For the rest of the day?!" He continued, his voice a bit shaky. Tweek looked anxiously around the room, as if plotting some kind of escape. "I don't... -know."

Craig smiled and nodded "Yeah, you heard me. You pick." He said giving Tweek the slightest nudge. "Anyway, even if we got bored later, we can always do something else. Not a big deal, Tweek." he grinned as he chugged some more coffee down. "Did you have anything in mind?" he asked, stretching a little.

"I can't pick!" Tweek shouted, while nervously smoothing the wrinkles out of his unevenly buttoned shirt. "Y-you should pick. There's too much pressure!" He started, drinking his coffee once again, to avoid the conversation.

Craig just laughed at him. "Alright, I guess that means I'm picking. Lets see...How's a walk sound and then we can get something for lunch." Craig said, it wasn't really a question. Craig fixed his hair while he sipped on his coffee, his dark eyes sliding over and pausing on Tweek. "What do you think?" he asked, his voice soft as he watched him.

"Okay... y-yeah." Tweek nodded, looking back and forth from his coffee to Craig. He looked away as soon as he noticed that Craig's eyes were on him, only to glance back over at him a second later to find he was, of course, still staring at Tweek. He hoped Craig would decide they would leave soon. All this standing around was making him twitch... more so than usual.

Craig grinned and nodded. "Alright." He said, his smile softening. "So I figure we'll head into town. C'mon Tweek." He said making a gesture. There was a place they could eat in town and the walk wouldn't be too bad. Picking up his coffee, he walked to the door. "You coming, Tweek?"

"Yeah..." Tweek followed after Craig. He stepped outside, closing the door behind them. He walked along next to Craig as they headed down the steps. He didn't know what to say for some reason.

Craig just smiled into his cup as he drank the hot liquid. "You finish all yours already? Oh also, are you going to need a jacket?" He asked and paused by his car. Craig was throughly entertained by this, by Tweek. There was just something about him that made it hard not to smile. Tweek was bizarre...truly, that had to be it. Craig reached into his hood and pulled out his hand tugging it back on his head.

Tweek looked into his cup, quickly finishing the remains. "Um... Yes." He answered, looking down into the cup again, empty this time. "A...jacket?" He asked, shaking his head. "No." He stated, twitching involuntarily. "I never usually w-wear one." He glanced around nervously. "W-why?" he blatantly asked.

Craig laughed a little "Because, it's cold and you just downed your usual source of warmth and it'll be another thirty minutes or so before we get into town to get you another cup." Craig said, scratching his head through his hat. "If it doesn't matter, that's fine, we can go as is." He said smiling, taking another sip of his coffee.

"...oh. W-well. I'm fine so... so we should just go." Tweek nodded frantically, tugging on the bottom of his shirt.

Craig smiled and unlocked his car reaching into the backseat pulled out one of his hoods. He draped it over Tweek's shoulders and shrugged. "There, just in case." He grinned and shoved one hand into his pocket as they headed along the sidewalk.

Even looking straight ahead, Craig let his gaze slip down to the much shorter Tweek walking beside him. "I find it absolutely fascinating that you are never able to button your shirt up...ever..." He said grinning lightly taking another sip of his coffee.

Tweek looked down at the buttons on his shirt. "I... uh" he started, but decided not to defend himself since no matter what he could manage to say, Craig was right. He's just not able to button his shirt up the right way. Tweek instead nervously smoothed the front of his shirt, as if that would somehow fix his buttons for him..."Oh uh...T-thanks for the ho-hoodie...Craig."

"Welcome..." Craig smiled and rest his hand on top of Tweek's head. He bent down a little so his face would be by his ear. "I'm just teasing you, Tweek. Your buttons are fine. You don't have to fidget." Tweek shuddered under Craig's touch, his cheeks tinted a very subtle pink.

Craig's dark eyes fell on Tweek’s cheeks the moment they flared up, his lips turned upward in silent satisfaction. "Do you want the rest of this? I'm just going to throw it away otherwise." He asked, offering him what was left in the cup, which was about half.

"But.. but... that's y-your coffee." Tweek said, staring at his shirt once again. "I can't possibly.... take it from you."

"If you really don't want it, I'm throwing it away and then no one will have it." Craig said with a grin.

"Gah...uhh..." Tweek said, taking the coffee from Craig's hands not wanting to waste any of the precious liquid.

Craig muted his smile as much as possible as he turned and headed down the side walk towards town. Both hands shoved into his pockets, Tweek following beside him, wrapped in Craig's larger hoodie.

***

Craig held the door open for Tweek and followed up behind him. "I'm guessing, Tweek, that it would be too great of an undertaking for me even bother asking where you want to sit right?"

"Oh, w-well...Gah, you pick." He twitched and looked down to the floor.

Craig shook his head and walked deeper into the diner and found a suitable booth casually sliding inside. Tweek followed, sitting at the opposing side.

The waitress walked over and smiled brightly at both Craig and Tweek before introducing herself and the typical and very annoying routine that all waitresses went through before they'd ask you wanted.

Craig would have let Tweek order first but...Tweek would probably have another meltdown. Craig cleared his throat and grinned a little. "Yeah, I'd like a coffee and a cheeseburger." Craig said with a grin, knowing Tweek at least be getting another coffee.

"Coffee and fries...nigh!" Tweek said trailing off, looking slightly to his left nervously.

Craig nodded to the waitress, assuring her that'd be all. He knew that he shouldn't venture into the next part of the conversation, but he did. "So, What do you want to do after this?"

Tweek briefly looked up at Craig before looking nervously to the table as he shredded a napkin. He glanced back up at Craig and bit his lip. "Ah!....You...yo-you pick." He murmured, ripping the napkin to shreds.

Craig just smiled and leaned back into the booth. "Yeah, I'll come up with something later." He said, watching Tweek curiously. Though it was Tweek he was curious about, he had some suspicions of his own to handle. Craig was hoping it was just a phase but he was starting to doubt himself. Of course Tweek would never replace his bestfriend, Clyde, but Tweek had somehow managed to carve his own special place amongst Craig's softer emotions. Craig had been trying to put his finger on exactly how it was he felt about Tweek. General concern, he supposed. Maybe more or maybe something else entirely different.

The waitress set down their mugs and bowl of creamer. Craig thanked her and paused because she only gave them a few creamers. He gave her the finger when she turned around. "Lady, can I get extra cream...Please?" He added, just to be polite. He didn't need her spitting on his burger or in Tweek's fries.

"Oh, of course." She looked over her shoulder and smiled before walking off going to get them extra cream, per request.

Tweek had already started dumping sugar and cream into his coffee. He frowned realizing there would only be enough for one cup. "Nigh! uh...y-you take i-it." He twitched a little, hoping he didn't use too much already.

"Nah, s'alright. Finish up what you need to. She's bringing more over in a second and I'm not really in a hurry or anything." Craig said as he fixed his hair.

Tweek bit his lip. "O...kay." He agreed, because he knew it would be hard to disagree with Craig.

Craig took the creamer from the waitress and mixed his coffee light and not so sweet, just how he liked it. The waitress then set their food down on the table before walking away to leave them in peace.

Craig started on his cheeseburger a short while after it had been set down and he pulled the pickles off because he hated them so very much but always forgot ask not to have them.

Tweek seemed to empty his mug at an unholy rate of speed. He prodded his french fries, occasionally taking a bite.

The conversation had died down and the silence that ensued was only slightly awkward, where as both of them could easily blame it on the fact that they were eating.

Craig was first to finish, but only because Tweek really never started eating in the first place. Nibbling does not count.

Craig sighed, reaching into his wallet. He dropped a ten and five which would cover the food, plus the coffee. "C'mon, Tweek." He said getting up.

Tweek twitched and got up smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. "W-where are w-we going?" he asked, following Craig outside.

Craig reached into his hood and tugged his hat back on. "My house. Videogames." He said looking over his shoulder and a nervous Tweek.

He shivered and tightly shut his eyes trying to compose himself. "Gah! O-okay." He mumbled as they made their way toward Craig's house. Craig took his finger and looped it through Tweek's belt loop, tugging him along to his house. Tweek twitched, his hazel eyes falling to where Craig had his hand. Tweek could feel his cheeks flush with heat as Craig touched him.

Craig side-glanced at Tweek, who was blushing furiously, his head down and stance submissive. But then, something snapped inside of Craig and curiosity and arousal reared its ugly head. Craig smirked and grabbed Tweek, pulling him into a back ally, pushing him against a wall.

Tweek gasped, his back finding the bricks of the wall. Craig towering over him, his body bending to stay eye level with him. Tweek quivered and closed his eyes. The last thing he could handle would be to make eye contact with Craig.

Craig's thighs rubbed against the cold bricks, his hot breath fanning out over Tweek's face, humid and visible in the cold mountain air. Tweek cried out in panic as he felt Craig's arousal rubbing against his lower abdomen. "Ahh!" He cried out, feeling his cheeks warm.

Craig smiled, watching Tweek panic beneath him. "Shhh, don't fidget." Craig said calmly, watching him with dark but gentle eyes. He let his hands fall down along Tweek's sides.

Tweek gasped forcing his eyes open, which was a huge mistake. Tweek's hazel eyes were locked into Craig's. Craig watched him, both their bodies still as their warm breath escaped their lips in soft tendrils.

"...Craig?"
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