Lifeline (Tweek & Craig)

Chapter Fourteen

So my best friend said I am not allowed to start another Tweek and Craig story until I wrap up Unravel. :'( . So to those who follow Unravel, sorry for the delay. I'll try to wrap it up soon. I think because it's nearing its end, and it being my first Tweek and Craig story, I'm not ready to end it. Thank you all for the support, I love reading the comments.

Craig

Craigs laid anxious and numb on the couch with his phone in his hand waiting for a message from Tweek. It's been many hours now since he arrived and Tweek has not returned. In fact, Craig couldn't be sure if he planned too, however he was going based on Tweek's character and pride. Tweek would never leave without telling him, and Tweek would never leave without first leaving the jacket, the phone, the apartment keys and his bank card. Tweek would definitely never leave without his parents' photos.
So patiently he waited, trying to avoid the unwanted scenario that kept creeping in. Days ago if Tweek left, Craig maaaybe wouldn't have cared, now he would be devastated. He allowed his forbidden desire to breath and they had no intentions of being lock away again.
He didn't know why Tweek wouldn't message him, but was it fair for him to expect Tweek to do so when he, himself, could not push a letter to send him a message— despite having his text box open the entire time he waited for him.
When the door opened, Craig sat up immediately. His heart and his stomach responded at the same time throwing his body into a stressful mess. Craig waited patiently for Tweek to appear and as he did, he wished he had the lights, or tv or radio on so it wouldn't appear as though he was sitting miserably in the dark alone.
Tweek in his shy fashion appeared, stared at Craig, waved before taking off his outer wear. Craig's heart wouldn't stop pounding when he saw him. It was only for a few seconds, but Craig loved they way Tweek looked with his hair out of his face. When Tweek left the closet and Craig could fully observe him, he only prayed that he wasn't blushing. Tweek looked so handsome.
"Are you okay?" Tweek asked.
Craig nodded, "Where did you go?" He asked, hoping he didn't sound eager when he spoke.
Tweek in his usually fashion, bit his lips, before grabbed both of his wrist and stepping forward. When Tweek was in front of the him, Tweek released his grip of himself to touch the sofa. Craig smiled, Tweek behaves like a kids that did something bad and was summon for his punishment.
As if Craig's smile was contagious, Tweek smiled as well but never answered him.
"So, what were you up too out in the snow?" Craig asked, resting his head by Tweek's hands.
"I thought that it..." Tweek began but paused. "That maybe I should find a job," Tweek said suddenly anxious.
Craig was upset by the news that he couldn't respond back. He sat up, stared at Tweek, then stood up and walked to the kitchen. He was hungry now.
Granted, Craig did ask him to get a job in the beginning but thought he was clear that it wasn't necessary. So why? Unless Tweek was unhappy and wanted to move out? Craig opened the refrigerator and pulled out a cold beer. When Craig turned around Tweek had followed him to the kitchen. Craig was so in his feelings he didn't hear Tweek walking over.
Tweek looked worried, his eyes sad which broke Craig's heart. Craig really didn't mean to be an asshole but never in his life had he been in a situation like this before.
"Craig," Tweek said so low it could have been a whisper.
"Hungry?" Craig asked as he opened his drink.
Tweek nodded, and Craig reopened the fridge to take out food to warm up for them.
"Craig?" Tweek repeated again.
"How was your job hunt?" Craig snapped, and Tweek's eyes widen. When Tweek's eyes turned red Craig wanted to die.
Craig stopped what he was doing and walked around the island to Tweek who took a step back.
When a tear found its way from the corner of Tweek's eyes. Craig, despite his trembling fingers cupped Tweek's face. This was something Craig had feared his inability to think rationally around Tweek. When Tweek shut his eyes, after resting his hand on top of Craig's, his heart started to pound roughly again.
"I wonder if all I'm really good at is making you cry. I've made you cry some many times in the past that I don't understand how you could stand to be around me," Craig said choking on his words, he was very disappointed with himself and how he handles his anger. "Are you unhappy here?"
Tweek opened eyes and shook his head. Craig watched as Tweek's hand reach towards him, holding his face too. Tweek's hands was warm and soft just like he remembered them to be.
Craig's heart was pounding so loudly he was convinced Tweek can hear and feel it just by touching him. Could this be what love is? Craig thought. Does Tweek feel the same? Was this an obvious sign? Craig wasn't used to this so he could not tell.
"I'm happy here. I just...," Tweek said trembling. Tweek took a deep breath and said, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with me, that you don't come home because I'm here."
Craig felt terrible, realizing that it was his action that caused this. While he was trying to figure out his own emotions he never considered what Tweek was dealing with. Craig could feel Tweek's warmed tears running underneath his hand and he just wanted to kiss the pain away. Still, he wasn't sure what any of this truly meant and didn't want to frighten him off by kissing him.
"I'm sorry that I didn't come home. I just needed time to think about everything that has been bothering me. You being here wasn't one of them. I really do like having you around," Craig said, wrapping his arms around him, hugging him.
Tweek's face rested against Craig's as he hugged him back. This feeling wasn't normal, Craig told himself as waves of shivers rolled down his spine. How long was too long to hug someone who may see you as a friend?
In the past, Craig dismissed something his friends in relationships, mainly Stan and Token, would say; they would say that when you meet the right person or your soulmate, they just fit in ways you would never think was important before. For Craig, this was a perfect hug, Tweek was the right height and size—something Craig never considered matter before. And despite their hug dragging longer than it should, it seems that neither of them had any intention to separate.
When Craig's phone started buzzing, both guys release their hold but neither backed away. Craig glanced at his phone then down to Tweek, who stared at him with those same warm eyes that Craig found mesmerizing.'This guy is so cute,' Craig thought afraid he was blushing.
Without any recognizable signs, Tweek kissed him, and for a few seconds Craig stood stunned as he tried to gather his thoughts. It was just a soft brush of the lips that was enough to cause Craig to stop breathing. When Tweek realized what he had done, he tried backing away but Craig stopped him. He wrapped an arm around Tweek's waist and cupping his face with his other hand as he went in for another, parting his lips for a deeper kiss.
Kissing Tweek was like drinking coffee swirl with something sweet that Craig couldn't identify. Craig felt light headed but it never stopped him from exploring him. Of the girls he's dated, he has never experienced a feeling so electrifying before.
When Tweek inch away to catch his breath, Craig eagerly pulled him back. Tweek let out a moaned, soft and low just how Craig imagine he would sound like. Craig moved from Tweek's lips to his neck and the excitement he felt at the sound of Tweek moaning drove him insane.
When Craig's phone buzzed again and a minute later the phone next to the front door rang, Craig growled releasing him. Craig swelling with frustration went to answer the phone by the door first because that meant someone was downstairs.
Craig pickup the phone, listened to what the doorman had to say, sighed, following with 'sure' and then glanced at Tweek who looked just as frustrated as he did. Craig grinned, that was an expression he has never seen Tweek make.
Craig unlocked the door before walking over to Tweek who stood in the same spot with his bottom lips pinned between his teeth. Why this drove Craig crazy, he would never understand.
"Do you like football?" Craig asked, freeing Tweek's lips.
Tweek nodded.
"Good, because the guys like watching it here despite how I feel," Craig replied.
Craig smiled at Tweek's nervousness, kissing his lips one last time before the guy got upstair. Craig walked over to the island to serve out the food he had pulled out for them.
"The guys?" Tweek asked, approaching the island.
"May only be Clyde, Token and Jimmy. Or Butters Stan and the others— looks like we'll just have to wait and see. And since you like football I expect you to not hide in your room."
When Tweek smiled, Craig wished he had never suggested hosting football in the past. There was so many better things he'd like to do with this time.