{Complete} Love is infectious ~ Tweek x Craig / Craig of the Dead fan fiction

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It doesn't take long for the four of us to take shelter in the unlocked room. We're so wet that our clothes are dripping water onto the floor and we leave footprints wherever we walk.

"Ah shit, there's only two beds," kenny points out as he walks into the room, "looks like we're sharing a bed, Craig."

"Shame." I jokingly sigh.

I slip my shoes and socks off to try and dry them before we leave tomorrow, then strip off my jacket and my hat since I need those to be dry too.

"Hey look, towels!" Kenny exclaims from the bathroom, "we can dry off!"

I look over to the bathroom where Kenny is squatting beside a cabinet which I'm assuming is where he found the towels. He takes one out to show me, grinning.

"Can you two shut up?" Stan snaps, "it's kind of the apocalypse and we haven't checked out the place yet."

"Oh calm down, Marsh. It's not the end of the world if I'm excited about clean towels." Kenny rolls his eyes.

"Well it is the end of the world so shut the fuck up, McCormick. I'm going checking the area. Don't come with me." He looks right at me before he leaves.

The door slams shut behind him. What a hypocrite.

Kenny chucks a towel at me, then another which I catch unlike the first one which falls to the floor.

"Get dry." He tells me before shutting the bathroom door to get dry. Why can't I have privacy?

I look over at Kyle, hesitant to fully strip off while he's in the room.

"I've seen Kenny's junk before. My mind is already scarred," he says with the faintest smile, "I'll turn around if it makes you feel any better."

"It would."

Kyle nods and turns around, placing his hands over his eyes for good measure.

I quickly strip off the rest of my clothes, then start drying myself with one of the towels. I do it as fast as I can do Kyle can do it after me, but there's just so much water.
When I'm finally done, I wrap the second towel around myself to cover up my chest and my dick.

"I'm done." I tell Kyle.

He takes a towel that I hadn't noticed from on top of the bed and starts drying his hair whilst still fully clothed.
I do the decent thing and sit on the bed with my back to him to give him some privacy.

He takes a lot longer than I did, but he does have longer and curlier hair than I do and it probably takes longer to dry than mine.

"Finished," he announces, then sits on the bed beside me, "Stan doesn't hate you, y'know?"

"It feels like it. I mean, I killed Wendyl." I sigh, leaning backwards so I'm lying on my back, staring at the ceiling.

"No," Kyle shakes his head, "you saved Wendyl. He wouldn't have wanted to turn and eat us all. I'm sure he's grateful for what you did. I know I am."

"I'm sorry. For what happened," I sigh again, "he wouldn't have died if I hadn't been an idiot and agreed to go to the farm. It's all my fault."

"I don't think it is," Kyle flops back onto the bed beside me, "Wendyl's a good person. He would've gone on his own, knowing him."

We laugh a little. It feels good to laugh.

"I wonder what's taking Kenny so long." I think aloud, getting to my feet.

I knock gently on the door.

"Kenny, you okay in there?" I ask.

Then I hear gentle moaning.

"Oh c'mon, man!" I groan, walking back over to the bed. Kyle gives me a confused look, "he's masturbating in there."

"Gross," he laughs, "I walked in on him doing it once."

"I walked on him having sex this morning."

"Double gross!"

There's a short moment of comfortable silence between the two of us, the only sounds being our breathing and the storm outside, but then Stan bursts back into the room and interrupts it.

I jump up at the sudden noise of the door hitting the wall, expecting Stan to have news of a zombie infestation two doors down or something, but he says nothing.
He throws his shotgun onto the other bed and starts heading towards the bathroom.

"I wouldn't go in there," I warn him, "Kenny is... having some alone time."

"He's masturbating?" Stan asks, "I've walked in on him so many times that it doesn't surprise me."

He loudly knocks on the door and shouts "put your dick away" before entering the room, barley giving Kenny enough time to put his dick away.
And judging by the sigh we hear from Stan, Kenny still has his dick out when Stan enters the room.

"Do you have to do that in here?" Stan sighs, "and can you leave so I can get out of these wet clothes?"

"Are you sure you want me to leave?" Kenny teases in a flirtatious manner, getting up off the floor and stepping out of the bathroom.

"Yes." And with that, Stan slams the door.

Kenny shrugs and sits beside me and Kyle.

"So are y'all sharing beds now or..?" He asks.

"I don't think Stan would want me sharing with anyone else, especially not when he's mad at Craig." Kyle replies as he gets to his feet.

He gets into the other bed and pulls the blanket, which is actually surprisingly clean, over himself which acts as a sort of end to the conversation.

Kenny shrugs and does the same in our bed, then rolls over slightly and pats the spot next to him, telling me to lie beside him.
I slide under the blanket and instantly feel my muscles relax. It's so warm and comfortable that I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow despite the raging storm outside.