Don't flirt at work! /CRAIG x TWEEK/

#16 - Stealing kisses

//Posting this for some needy bastard :3//

Monday, 10AM

"So you're telling me that you guys don't give out free samples for loyal customers."

"No, Kenny we honestly don't do that."  Tweek laughed. Kenny has been trying his best to get free stuff for the last five minutes. "Look, it's just 2.5 dollars, you can afford it, man."

".. Fiine. I'd like a white choco latte with whipped cream then. Could I get the whipped cream for.."

"Free?"  Tweek grinned. Kenny nodded slowly. "Okay, but just because you come here all the time." 

Kenny lit up with excitement. "Yay!"  He waited patiently for his order and when he got his coffee, he spoke up.  "And by the way, you look great today."

"What?"  Tweek blushed.  "I do?"

"Yeah. No homo tho."  He winked.

Tweek rolled his eyes. Kenny has always been a flirty customer. Tweek knew he was joking all the time but those comments made him feel happier about himself.

"Yeah. No homo." Tweek giggled. "Just get outta here and tell Karen I said hi."

"Okay, thanks!" Kenny waved him and walked out. Tweek started cleaning the counter and when he was almost done, Bebe came over, visibly angry.

"Tweek, oh my god." She said.

"Y-yeah?" Tweek raised his eyebrows. Did he do something bad?

"Just can't believe this. Stan is working in an hour." She clicked her tounge. "I specifically told Andrea that I don't want to work with that ass!" She complained loudly, Tweek even had to gesture to make her stop shouting.

"Fuck, sorry.. I just don't know what Andrea's deal is lately.." Bebe averted her gaze. "It's like she stopped caring or something like that."

"Yeah I've noticed that too.. I hope it doesn't affect the shop.. oh god, what if we're in debt??" Tweek felt himself tense up at the thought of being fired or having to go to trial.

"Oh, I hope not!" Bebe exclaimed.

"What's the matter, ladies?" A person spoke up behind them. It was Craig, the manager.

"Sorry!" Bebe apologised. Craig looked at Tweek, waiting for an apology. They kept looking at each other, waiting for the other to back off. Finally, Tweek couldn't handle the pressure his superior gave him so he blushed and apologised.

"Sorry.."

"Pfft, it's fine." Craig chuckled. He winked at Tweek which made him blush even more. "Andrea has been a complete cunt lately and I don't know what's bothering her." He sighed.

"She started ignoring our requests! She knows how much I despise Stan and I still have to work with him!" Bebe complained more and slammed her hand on the counter. At that exact moment, Stan walked inside the shop.

"Hey guys! Bebe? What the- why do you have your shift with mine?" Stan stopped in his tracks.

"I don't know!" She replied rather angrily.

"Okay guys, let's quiet down. Bebe, stay at the front and Stan will work in the kitchen." Craig said calmly. He sighed to release the tension building inside of him. "Does that sound fine?"

"Yeah." Bebe and Stan answered at the same time.

Everyone went back to do their stuff. The shift was going alright and Tweek finally had his break. He sat down in the back room and took his phone out. He noticed he got some texts from people.

Clyde: So how did Saturday go? Craig refuses to tell me anything! ;-;

Mom: Hi sweetie! Could you get some cupcakes from the shop? They are so delicious!

Craig: Come to the storage room.

"Huh?" Tweek got confused. Craig's text was a few seconds ago. He shrugged, got up from his seat and walked into the storage room.

"Craig? You here?" Tweek asked silently. He closed the door behind himself. Just then, someone hugged him from behind.

"Ah! Jesus!" Tweek exclaimed.

"Heyy, I just wanted some love." Craig whispered in Tweek's ear. "I had too much fun on Saturday and yeah.." He kissed Tweek's neck.

"H-hey!" Tweek stuttered. "You're risking your job right now.." Tweek said- rather moaned.

"Mmm.. maybe." He spun Tweek around and pressed his lips against his own. "But this is way more fun than having to deal with Stan's crap." He smirked and kissed Tweek again.

Tweek kissed back passionatly, smiling into the kiss. He put his hands around Craig's neck while Craig had his own hands on Tweek's hips. After a while, they pulled away.

"Okay, you can go back to your break now." Craig smiled. Tweek smiled back and leaned in for a quick peck.

"Hehe, okay!" He walked back to the break room very cheerfully.

All the rest of his shift consisted of working, being called over by Craig and making out. His manager thought out different tactics to steal him away for even just half a minute. They were really careful, getting caught would mean getting fired and neither of them wanted that of course.

"Ahahaha, I'm ticklish! Stop it!" Tweek exclaimed while being pinned up by Craig in the office.

"Who are you to order me around, huh?" Craig laughed and kissed his employee. Tweek chuckled and kissed him back. They hugged each other and calmed down.

"Damn, I could do this all day." Craig sighed.

"Yeah, but we're not getting paid for fooling around." The blonde grinned. "I have to go back, Bebe and Stan are going to kill each other."

"Yeah yeah.. I know." Craig rolled his eyes playfully. "Just a few moments." Craig put his forehead against Tweek's. They closed their eyes and cherished that little peaceful moment.

Finally, they let go of the other. After exchanging a small but loving kiss, Tweek paced back to the front, finding the two people standing back to back in complete silence.

"Guys?" Tweek asked. His voice was still happy without a sign of worry.

"I want him away." Bebe pouted.

"I want myself away." Stan said.

"Pffft. Well, go away then Stan." Tweek chuckled. The taller male nodded and stomped away. Tweek put his gaze on Bebe. "You guys really do hate each other."

"Well, yeah! He treated my best friend like shit! At least Heidi will take my place in half an hour. Why did he even come in early.." Bebe scoffed. "Such a kiss-ass."

Tweek would have been stressed. But he wasn't. He was busy being stuck in a world of pink clouds with a hundred rainbows around him. Craig made all his problems disappear with one kiss, hug or even glance. He sighed.

I hope we will work out.