Creek Oneshots

A Good Boyfriend | Lemon

Ages; 18

I have to add fluff to this book, which will be terrible!11!!

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Craig's cold expression didn't waver as he watched Tweek pace around the room, his blond hair a mess as usual. It was endearing, really. Like watching a kitten chase its tail. Tweek was nervous, that much was clear, but there was something else beneath the surface. It was the same feeling he got when he caught Tweek staring at him from across the room, or when he found those little love notes hidden in his backpack. Tweek sat on the edge of his bed, not realizing his boyfriend was in the same room as him.

"What's a matter?" Craig asked. Tweek flinched with a small yelp, not realizing he was there. "Oh, uh, nothing. Just, uh, thinking about something." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Okay.. well I thought we were gonna watch a movie like you said last night?" Craig said, leaning against his shoulder. Tweek nodded, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Yeah, sorry about that. I just- ngh, overthink a lot."

Craig hummed, understandingly. He had noticed Tweek's tendency to overthink things, but it was one of the things he loved about him. As they settled down on Tweek's bed to watch the movie, Craig couldn't help but wonder what exactly had been on Tweek's mind. He knew that if he asked, Tweek would probably deny it or change the subject, but he couldn't help feeling a little curious.

Both of them settled on a random comedy movie. Tweek was leaning against Craig's broad chest, his head resting on Craig's shoulder. The warmth from his boyfriend's body felt nice, and he found himself relaxing a little more. But even as they watched the movie, Tweek couldn't help but feel distracted. His mind kept wandering back to the thing he had been thinking about earlier.

"I-I think I need to take a shower." Tweek said, his voice barely audible over the dumb jokes from the movie. Craig glanced down at him, arching an eyebrow. "In the middle of the movie? Can't you wait till after?" The noirette whispered. Tweek flushed even darker, biting his lip. "N-no, it's not that. I-I just... need some time alone, okay?" He looked up at Craig, searching his boyfriend's expression for understanding or judgment.

"Oh.. okay." Craig's voice was soft, understanding. He knew Tweek well enough to know when he needed some time alone. He didn't push any further, just nodded and gave Tweek a small kiss on the forehead before sitting back against the bedpost. "I'll just finish the movie here, if that's alright." Tweek smiled weakly and nodded.

As Tweek slipped out of the room, Craig couldn't help but feel a little confused. He knew that Tweek had been acting a bit off all day, but he never thought it had anything to do with him. Maybe he should've asked earlier, but he didn't want to make Tweek feel uncomfortable. He sighed and turned his attention back to the movie, trying to distract himself from his growing curiosity.

Time passed slowly, and the movie finally ended. Craig stretched lazily, standing up from the bed and making his way to the bathroom. He knocked softly on the door, as if he was afraid of disturbing Tweek. "You okay, hun?" He asked, not wanting to barge in if Tweek needed any more time alone. There was no answer.

Craig frowned, hesitating for a moment before pushing the door open. He didn't want to invade Tweek's privacy, but he was worried. "GAH! GET OUT." Tweek's sharp voice startled him, and he quickly withdrew from the doorframe. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" He stammered, before realizing that Tweek was naked.

"W-wait.. are-"

"NO GET OUT!"

"But-" Craig started to protest.

Tweek's face was beet red, and his hands were braced against the doorframe, as if he were physically pushing Craig out. "I-I just... need some time alone!" he stammered, his voice cracking.

"A-are you.... masturbating?" Craig asked, his voice quiet but steady. He couldn't believe he was even saying the words out loud. Tweek's face turned even redder, if that was possible, and he let out a soft, high-pitched squeak.

"N-no! I-I wasn't!" he stammered, clearly lying. Craig couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. He knew he shouldn't push the issue, but he also couldn't help but wonder what was going on in Tweek's head.

"It's okay..." Craig murmured, his voice gentle as possible. "You don't have to lie to me, Tweek. I've seen you naked before..." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "I'm not mad or anything... I just... want to understand. Why were you so embarrassed earlier?"

"It's complicated. I was- mgh, scared." Tweek finally admitted. He was still trying to hide his red face, and it was taking all his effort not to look at Craig. He felt guilty, ashamed, but also relieved that Craig wasn't mad at him. "I've been feeling... o-off all day. Like there's something... wrong w-with, ngh-, me." He swallowed hard. "And then when you were.. watching the movie with me.. I just... c-couldn't concentrate."

"Do you want help then?" Craig asked softly. "That's embarrassing." Tweek blurted out. Craig chuckled softly. "We can go to the bedroom and do this.. it's fine." He said as he held Tweek's hand and guided him to the bedroom. Once they were inside, he let go of Tweek's hand and closed the door behind them.

Craig climbed onto the bed and patted the spot next to him, inviting Tweek to sit down. Tweek hesitated for a moment, but eventually sat down beside him, still avoiding eye contact. Craig reached over and gently cupped Tweek's cheek, guiding his face until their eyes met. "It's okay," he whispered, "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to."

They have indeed had sex before, but it had only been a few times. And as much as Craig had enjoyed it, he knew that Tweek was still very inexperienced and probably had a lot of pent-up feelings that he didn't know what to do with. So, when Tweek seemed so flustered and embarrassed, he didn't think twice about offering his help. He wanted Tweek to feel comfortable and secure with him, and if that meant guiding him through this new experience, then that's what he was going to do.

"I can't do it by myself anymore." Tweek finally confessed, he swallowed hard. "It's just... I feel so much, and I don't know what to do with it all." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "It's been building up for so long, and when we were watching the movie.. I just couldn't handle it anymore."

Craig pulled Tweek in closer by his waist, laying them both down on the pillows. Gently, he began to stroke Tweek's side, moving upwards towards his chest. He wanted more than anything to Tweek to feel safe, wanted him to know that he was there for him all the time and every time he needed him.

"I'll help you.." Craig whispered, his thumbs now rubbing soothing circles on Tweek's bare chest. He moved lower, dipping his hand onto the base of his dick, which has been soft. He gripped it gently, giving it a little stroke, and felt it grow harder on his palm. Tweek gasped, his eye closing while tilting his head to the side.

Craig smiled softly, content to see the reaction he was getting. He moved his hand up and down slowly. His hips started to move of their own accord, matching the steady rhythm of Craig's hand. It felt so good to finally let go and let someone else take care of him for a change. Tweek hoped his boyfriend didn't see him as some child in need, though that was a creepy picture now.

As he got closer to the edge, his breath hitched and his body tensed. Craig could feel the tightening in his abdomen, and he knew it wouldn't be long now. He sped up his movements, careful not to be too rough, wanting to make sure Tweek enjoyed it.

"It good, love?" Tweek felt like all he could do was nod his head. He wanted to lean in and kiss him, but he was too close to the edge. His hips bucked up against Craig's hand, seeking more friction, more release.

Craig smiled down at him, his thumb rubbing circles on the head of Tweek's cock. "It's okay," he whispered. Tweek's breath hitched as he felt the pressure building inside him, his body tensing. With a sharp moan, he arched his back and came, his seed spilling over Craig's hand and onto the sheets.

Craig kept stroking gently until Tweek's breathing returned to normal, his body relaxing into the mattress. He leaned down, kissing him softly on the lips, his tongue sliding between them. "I'm here for you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Always."

"Thank you.." Tweek whispered, still a little out of breath. He snuggled closer to Craig, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. He didn't know what he'd do without him.