Craig's POV
Stan's drunk again. I found him stumbling around in the streets. So of course I took him back to my house, ignoring my parents questioning as I brought him up to my room. My mom is at the door just moments later.
"Honey... you aren't going to... 'sleep' with this boy... are you?" She asks
"What?! No! Why the fuck would I sleep with him?" My eyes narrow at her.
"Because You've been depressed lately, I mean... your little boyfriend up and left you" I state
"He didn't leave me, he fuckin cheated on me" I sound angry, I'm not depressed that Tweek's gone. He wasn't loyal to me at all. He used me for publicity. He can go fuck himself.
"Craig..?" Stan asks "why am I... where am I..?" He adds
"No. I don't have intentions of sleeping with him. I'm just helping him out." I answer, ignoring Stan for the time being
"Okay hon" She smiles softly and leaves, keeping the door open.
"Stan..."
"I'm Craig. You're Stan."
"Where am I?"
"You're at my house"
"Why am I?" He ask, his head is on my shoulder and his arms are around me
"Because you were in the streets and you're drunk. I'm just looking out for you" I hesitantly put my arm around Stan.
"Mmm Thank... would've... cops..." Is he falling asleep or is he having trouble thinking correctly?
"Why do you drink?" I ask
"It suppresses my feelings..." Stan answers
"What are you feeling?" I ask
"Now..?" He asks "love" He adds
"You're feeling... love?" I ask "Are you thinking about Wendy or something?" I add
"No... I'm thinking about a boyyyyyy" he answers
"What boy?" I cock my head to the side
"The boy am cuddling with" he answers
I tense up, that's me. He's feeling love toward me.
"Wendy." I state
"She's gross... she has tits and... and she doesn't have a dick..." Stan sniffles
"What makes you think I do?" I ask, I do, I'm just gonna confuse him. I feel his hand on my thigh. Shit he's not gonna- he did. He tapped my dick.
"It's right there." He tapped it a few more times until I smacked his hand away.
"Don't touch that." I state
"I just wanted to be sure you had one... it feels Bi-"
"Shut up." I cut him off
"It's not my fault I want it..." He says turning his head to kiss my neck, I stop him.
"Don't cheat on your girlfriend." I state "don't be like my ex-boyfriend" I add
"You're finally single?" Stan sounds hopeful
"I've been single for a few days." I answer
"Are you okay?" He asks
"Tweek was cheating on me with Scott... so I got pissed at him.. and we broke up, he's still with Scott, and I'm... alone." I answer
"You don't need that spaz... you're better than him..." Stan says putting his lips against his my cheek, pursing them slightly, over and over.
"Stan... please..." I sigh "Be loyal to your girlfriend" I can't say I don't like it, I do. But... I know how much it hurts. Stan pulls out his phone and texts Wendy, showing me the message
Stan: Fuck you bitch, I don't wanna be with you anymore
Bitch: Fine. I don't like you anymore anyway
"Now I'm not loyal to anyone..." he puts his head on my shoulder and bites my neck, it's not a nice little bite, it's a vampire-like bite I move my head and look at him.
"Don't do that." I glare at him.
He gets on my lap and hugs me "What will you let me do? You won't let me bite you, you won't let me touch your dick..."
"Would you want me to touch your dick?!" I exclaim
"Please?" Stan asks
I roll my eyes "I was kidding"
"But I wasn't" he responds
"I'm not touching your dick" I state
"But it's right there!" He points at it and takes my hand, placing my hand over it so it's cupping it. I roll my eyes, not bothering to move it.
"Stan." I glare at him
"Shh... it's not wrong... we're both single.. we're both gay" he says, moving my hand around on his dick, I go to move my hand, but he won't let me.
"I don't want to forcefully palm you. You're drunk Stan. We can do this while you're sober." I'll give him the little bit of hope, it's not like he's gonna remember.
"Craig?"
"What."
"Marry Me."
"What?!"
"You heard me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not just gonna marry you."
"But if you marry me then we don't have to go through the dating process and we can just be husbands"
"No. If we're gonna get married we're going through it formally."
"Ah fine..." Stan pushes himself off me and falls onto the floor, he's quick to sit up and get on one knee, taking my hand. "Craig... Will you marry me..?" His forehead is resting against my hand, and he's giggling
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because formally means dating"
"Aaahhgggg fine... we can date.."
"Who said I wanted to date you?"
"Because I want to date you..."
"And you think that feeling is reciprocated?"
"I don't think it is, I hope it is..."
"Well then, you're in luck." I smile
"I am?" He looks hopeful
"Yes. I like you" I squeeze his hand a bit
Stan giggles "I like you too"
"I know. You've made it painfully obvious" I chuckle
He gets back on the bed and puts his arms around me.
"Okay, now that we're boyfriends let's have sex..." Stan nuzzled his head into my neck, kissing it.
"Stan we aren't going to have sex." I state, he pulls me down onto the bed. "Stan. No." I glare at him as he straddles me.
"Mhm Stan yess..." Stan responds, grinding into me, I feel myself grow below.
"Stan... I said I wasn't gonna sleep with you..." I try to curve my mind. He sighs and gets off.
"We can have sex some other time" Stan states
"We aren't boyfriends Stan." I get under the covers and pull them up to my shoulders.
"Why not?"
"Because nobody asked"
"Will you be my boyfriend..?"
"Sure, but not until you're sober."
"I am sober."
"No you arent."
"How do you know?"
"Okay fine, we can be boyfriends. Just stop fucking with my head."
Stan gets under the covers and cuddles into me, I roll my eyes and hold him, he nuzzles into me and tightens his grip, it's not deathly tight, it's comfortably tight. He's a good cuddler.
The next morning I wake up, Stan isn't holding me, he's covering his face with one hand and groaning.
"Stan?" I ask
He stops his actions "oh... hey"
"Do you have a hangover?" I ask
"Yes." Stan groans
"What helps? Can I get you anything?" I ask
"No I'm fine... what happened? Why am I here?" He asks, so he... doesn't remember.
"You were running through the streets... so I brought you here... you then made moves on me... and I pushed them away at first... because you were with Wendy... then you uh... broke up with her and continued the actions... you... said you wanted to marry me"
His eyes widen "holy shit I'm so sorry dude!"
"I'm not finished..." I start "I told you that I wasn't gonna marry you... then you asked me to be your boyfriend... and I said I wasn't gonna until you were sober" I finish
"Oh my god..." Stan curls into a ball and has a dark red blush.
"Do you... do you actually wanna be with me?" I ask
"I- yeah... I do..." Stan answers "Can we be boyfriends?" He adds
"I said we could be when you were sober" I chuckle, he sighs happily and hugs me.
"Thank you..."
"Don't thank me for my feelings."
