Everything is Shitty

Chapter Four - Touches

Stan
Holy shit he actually got in. I turn around as soon as I hear small splashing of him moving around. I look at his bare chest. It's tiny. He's tiny in general. Almost unhealthily so, but it's beautiful. He is, in his own little way.
I splash him with water and I hear an 'Augh' come from him, which makes me laugh a little. He goes back to the edge and just rests there, so I come and join him.
"I hope you're at least enjoying yourself out here." I say, looking to him. He's got his vape in his hands. My god. He's used that thing quite a bit tonight.
He's silent. His silence is worrying. I really want to tear down his walls and get to know him. Though he seems as though he's not budging. Well. Maybe telling him Tweek got married was a bit too far.... Tweek is still gay but he's not married... my hope was to provide him with some sort of closure. I don't know if he ever stopped loving Tweek, and doesn't want anyone to touch him until Tweek comes back for him, but last I heard, Tweek went to Berlin with his parents. Nobody told him it's okay to love twice. Sometimes life just likes to fuck us over the first time, like it did with Wendy and I.
Though if I tell him that, I'm gonna get smacked.
If I do this I'm gonna get smacked... fuck it.
I pull him in and kiss him deeply, and he doesn't pull away. He just sits there with it. I have to pull away, and as soon as I do, he leans in so close our noses are almost touching.
"How many times do I have to tell you, I don't touch people?" He doesn't sound mad. He sounds somewhat curious. He's tempting me to do it again.
"It's just so hard for me to keep my hands off you." I bite my lip and he moves his head back to take a hit of his vape and blow the smoke in my face. I then hear a chuckle from him. Woah... his chuckle. A happy sound. I cough a bit at the smoke. It's strangely cold.
    "What does that mean?" I ask. I can tell he's thinking about it.
    "It means fuck off. Get over it." He growls.
    "I don't think I can. I kinda like the way your lips feel." I wink. I don't know how I'm being so bold without vomiting. Though I do feel a little rumble in my stomach.
    He examines my lips for a moment. Then my eyes.

Craig
   What the fuck is going on?! What am I feeling?! Why do I want him to touch me again?! I stay silent, contemplating it. It's just kissing. It doesn't have to mean anything. I'm not gonna let it mean anything.
    My hand very carefully cups his cheek and I take another hit, which gets exhaled into his face. This time he doesn't seem to mind, but I think it's very funny. I put it down in the grass and he pulls me in. He's got a smile, and I've got a small one, though I'm trying my hardest to kill it. To make it go away because I shouldn't feel this. He shouldn't be kissing me. I just have to wait. I'll wait alone if that's what it takes.
    "Craig." He breathes out softly, and I take a deep breath. I can't get too close.
    "I'm not doing this again." I say, of course with attitude.
   "So we've got tonight?" He asks
   "It's over..." I say softly and let him go, pushing him away.
    "It doesn't have to be. I can tell how deprived you are of human contact..." he says as he steps forward again.
    "I'm not. I don't need other people in my life." I growl at him.
   "Give me tonight, let your guard down. Let's just live tonight." He says, and I sigh.
   "Fine, but I'm not telling you shit" I growl
   "You don't need to." He smirks and kisses me again. Do I have to kiss him back? Ugh... I want to. I really do, but I'm afraid to let my guard down. I ultimately give in and kiss him back, and he leans against me, and presses against me again. I can feel him against myself. It feels weird now that we're clotheless, uncomfortable but not unpleasant. I pull back and push him away.
"Clothes." I state. He sighs and gets out, and I get a look at his body. His... magnificent body. He's toned. He's got muscles, oh and his cock.... it's not what I'd expect... I'd say it's close to average sized and it's got girth. Mines a long pencil dick. He puts his clothes on and looks at me.
    "And yours?" He asks, noticing I haven't even gotten out yet.
    "Turn around." I say again, and he sighs, doing as he's told. I get out and shake as much water off as I can before sliding my clothes back on. "You're good." I tell him as he turns back around, instantly walking toward me and putting his arms around me.
    "Wanna come back to my place?" He asks, with a somewhat seductive tone
    "What, your parents house? No thanks." I roll my eyes. Not reciprocating him at all.
    "Ugh. Fine. Can we go back to yours then?" He asks, his tone completely dropped.
     "I suppose. Maybe Clyde will be fucking so we'll have the living room." I sigh as I motion him to follow me to my car.
    "I can just follow you there man." He says behind me. God. Fucking-
   "Whatever." I say as I get in my car.
   Once we get to Clyde and I's- My apartment that Clyde freeloads, I see him on the couch with a headseat on in the same clothes he was wearing yesterday. I sigh. It's been about a week since he's fucked, that's unlikely for him.
    "Ugh... I guess we can hang out in my room." I state, and hear Clyde pipe up from the TV
    "Dude, Stan gets to go in your room!? Lucky!" And I roll my eyes. "Wait- Are you two gonna fuck?" He gasps
    "No, We're-" Clyde cuts me off
    "Oh my god you're finally gonna lose your virginity!" Clyde gets up from the game to hug me, his character dies and I push him away.
    "Clyde, I don't touch people." I sigh and motion for Stan to follow as we go up to my room.