☆ Creek Oneshots

Babysitting

AGES:

Tweek: 16
Craig: 16
Tricia: 12

CRAIG'S POV:

I'm sitting on the couch watching TV while holding Tweek in my arms, and my mom and dad come up to us and say, "Boys, we're going out, and we're leaving you in charge of Tricia, alright?"

"Okay," I replied, "When will you be back?"

"Early tomorrow morning, and don't stay up too late." Mom answers.

"Alright, bye mom, bye dad!" I yell after them as they go down the stairs.

Shortly after, they leave, and Tricia stomps down the stairs, blocking the TV with her arms.

"HEY! CRAIG!" She shouts, "YOU HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF ME, YOU CAN'T CUDDLE YOUR BOYFRIEND THE WHOLE TIME!"

"Watch me." I respond dryly.

"Craig, we have to take care of Tricia!" Tweek gets up off the couch, then Tricia and him walk to the kitchen.

"C'mon, honey!" He shouts.

"UGHHHGGH!" I groan as I get up and follow Tweek to the kitchen.

"So, you two gays are talking care of me?" Tricia snaps.

"Yup, two extremely homosexual men are taking care of you." I joke.

Tweek slaps my face lightly.

"Shhhh!" I laugh.

"Tweek, you're adorable," I say, lightly hitting him back. "Craig Tucker, stop hitting my face this instant!" He giggles.

I smirk a bit and lightly hit him back.

"Tricia, I would suggest you go upstairs..." Tweek sighs.

She nods.

"Okay, Tweek."

She runs off as I pin Tweek down onto the couch with his hands above his head.

"Tweek..."

His eyes shot open.

"C-Craig, please don't do it..."

I begin taking his shirt off as he squirms beneath me.

Tweek puts his hands around my waist and pulls me down.

"Babe!~"

"So we're gonna do that, huh?" He whispers in my ear.

"Please..." I plead.

"Please what?"

"Continue~"

"You asked for it, Tucker."

Tweek begins sucking my neck and leaving hickeys.

I arch my back and he begins scratching it, rubbing his body against mine.

Then I get up.

"What are you doing?" Tweek asks.

"Teasing you," I reply. "Duh."

"Really, Craig?" He replies back, annoyed.

"That's payback."

"Hmph."

I run upstairs and knock on Tricia's door.

"Which gay boy?" She snaps.

I completely diss her question and ask, "What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't care." She snaps.

"Alright, fine. Come down in 10." I reply.

I walk downstairs and start making dinner. After that, I look for Tweek.