Blame my Childhood

Earn His Trust

Ermm... yeah idk if this chapter is like... nsfw or sum.. but be warned it has dicks in it.

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Something woke him up again...

He was lying in the same position he had fallen asleep in, but something had disturbed his slumber. "Wha-"

It seems Craig was holding onto him like a kid's teddy. Tweek felt a hand wrapped around his waist and warm breath against his neck. He stiffened, his eyes darting to the side to find that he was spooned against Craig's body.

"What the hell?" He whispered, trying to move away without waking him.

But as soon as he tried to move, Craig's arm tightened around him. "Don't go.." The other mumbled in his sleep.

Tweek froze. What the fuck was this? He's not even sure if he's dreaming or not.

He could feel the warmth from Craig's body, his muscular chest pressing against his back. And... is that... a hard-on?

Tweek's eyes widened. "C-Craig?" He whispered, his voice trembling.

There was no response from the sleeping man behind him, but his grip remained firm.

He wanted to vomit right now. This was the last thing he expected to happen.

"C-Craig," Tweek whispered again, pushing against the man's arms. "I think.. you're... hard..."

Craig stirred slightly, his grip loosening a bit. "Mm?" he mumbled sleepily.

"I said..." Tweek took a deep breath. "I think... you're... hard."

Craig's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up, pulling away from Tweek. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He snarled.

Tweek sat up as well. "Your... your dick," he whispered, his cheeks burning. "It was pressing into me."

Craig looked down at himself, realizing what had happened. He grabbed a pillow to cover his face in embarrassment. "Fuck," he groaned. "I-I'm sorry."

Tweek stared at him, not knowing what to say. "It's okay, I guess?" He felt his own face heat up.

Craig glared at him before tossing the pillow aside. "It's not fucking okay!" He stood up from the bed, his erection now obvious. "Why the fuck are you making me feel like this?"

Tweek's eyes widened even more, his heart racing. "I-I'm not doing anything!"

"You're just lying there, looking all cute and vulnerable," Craig grunted, frustration evident in his voice. He stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Tweek was left sitting on the bed, his heart racing, not knowing what to do. He was scared, confused, and... a little turned on? He quickly shook his head, telling himself that he couldn't possibly be feeling that way about his captor.

After a few moments, the bathroom door opened, and Craig emerged, his erection gone. He had put on a pair of boxers, but they didn't hide much.

"I-I'm sorry," Tweek stuttered.

Craig sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not your fault," he said gruffly. "It's just... I haven't been with anyone in a while."

Tweek nodded, still not sure how to react. "I-I understand."

Craig climbed back into bed, avoiding eye contact. "Just forget it happened, okay?" He laid down, his back to Tweek.

"Okay," Tweek murmured, laying back down as well. He didn't know if he could ever forget something like that.