Sneaking around.\ \ \Craig Tucker X Tweek Tweak/Creek/ / /

{4}\ \ \Hiding./ / /{4}

The black haired boy groans opening up the boiler room. 'I have to do practice after school.' I ask walking in. 'What practice?' He answers groaning. 'Band.' I sit up. 'Maybe. . .I could join? I play the piano! I've been playing for years!' He laughs rubbing my knee. 'As much as I'd love to see you playing beautiful songs, my dads the teacher. . .' I sigh. 'Well, your dad is going to know me then.'

He says confused. 'Huh?' I laugh. 'I already signed up for it, didn't even know you were in it.' He moves a bit closer. 'You know. . .we could head to practice early and. . .' He kisses my cheek as I giggle a bit. 'How about we do that now?'

He pulls me onto his lap rubbing my hips kissing me slowly and passionately, he pulls back kissing me again, I whisper. 'Your lips are so. . .' He smiles a bit kissing me again, he rubs my hips a bit kissing my neck lightly, I smile a bit as it tickles. 'Your lips are so soft and nice. . .' He grins kissing my lips again.

I smile kissing back opening my mouth sucking on his extremely soft bottom lip, he takes the opportunity to move his tongue against mine. . .it feels so nice. After a while I pull back needing air, I pant loudly as he laughs. 'Was I too good to pull away from?' I nod quickly. 'Yes! Your tongue just tastes so good. . .' I sigh. 'I'll be late for class. . .I got to go. . .' He throwns. 'I'll see you?' I kiss him lightly. 'In the music room.' 

After a long day, I walk to the music room only to have my arm grabbed. 'Hey!' I turn around to see the blue-haired wearing boy with his black fringe sticking out boy, I smile. 'Hi, is your dad here yet?' He shakes his head. 'Nope, won't be here for another 10 minutes.' I grin a bit. 'So. . .' I hear a fake cough as I say quickly. 'I'll show you how to play the piano, come on!' He smiles as I hear someone say. 'This doesn't start for another 10 minutes.' I turn around to see a ginger old man? 

My favourite boy fake smiles. 'Hi, dad.' We all walk in as I hear the music teacher say. 'Craig. Who's this?' "Craig" looks at me. 'This is. . .' I smile. 'Tweek.' Craig's dad asks. 'Instrument?' I answer. 'Piano.' His dad nods. 'Ok. . .you can start playing, Craig. . .just. . .don't do anything dumb, I have to go do something and won't be back for another 15 minutes until this starts.' I sit down at the piano as he leaves.

Craig walks over and sighs. 'So, my names Craig.' I laugh. 'I like it, it's. . .' I move to his ear and whisper. 'Hot.' He kisses me quickly pulling back. 'Shh, just. . .shhh, ok?' I laugh starting to play random keys, Craig hums. 'Sounds really nice.' I smile. 'Thanks, suggest a song.' 

He shrugs. 'I'm not sure.' I laugh. 'Come on! Please!' Craig rolls his eyes. 'Make a song if you're so into it, make up a song.' I shake my head. 'How about, my family thinks I'm gay?' Craig shakes his head. 'No! Don't tease me gay wod!' I laugh. 'Closet.' I kiss him lightly as the door opens we pull back. I continue playing to try and make it seem that I've been doing it all along.

Craig's dad hums. 'Sounds good, Craig. Play the violin.' I try to hold in my laughs as Craig says to me picking up the violin. 'Shut up fag.' Craigs dad asks. 'Are you gay?' I shake my head trying not to laugh. 'No sir, Craig is though! Just look at him! And he plays the violin!' Craig flips me off. 'Am not! I'm straight, you're just jealous that I can get a date and you can't.' 

I roll my eyes. 'Please.' I continue playing as I hum watching Craig walk in front of me. 'My whole family thinks I'm gay, I guess it's always been that way.' He flips me off. 'Fuck you, I'm not gay.' I shrug. 'Sure.' 

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