Why Not Both?

Chapter Twenty-Three

When Tweek woke up later, he didn't really know what time or even what day it was, he just knew he was so warm and cozy. He'd never been so cozy ever in his life. He smiled sleepily as he opened his eyes to see he was literally on both of his boyfriends. He blushed a bit and nuzzled into Craig's neck, seeing as how he was the one with the neck closest to Tweek's face. Then, Tweek grabbed Kenny's hand sleepily. Right now they were both still sleeping and, ugh, it was so much love. He just loved them both so much. He couldn't think of a better way to wake up. Craig instinctively moved closer to Tweek's warmth as he slept. He wrapped his arms around him with a deep breath. Kenny moved a bit too, nuzzling against Tweek's neck with his warm breath from his light snoring.

Tweek suddenly got a crazy idea and kissed Craig. He moved to kiss Kenny softly before carefully getting out of bed and going downstairs to make them breakfast. He kind of forgot he was a mess and couldn't really do pancakes, but he'd tried. He was going to have to clean Craig's entire kitchen after this.

Craig slowly began to wake up, smiling as he felt warmth next to him. He cuddled it and nuzzled his hair lovingly, as he slowly opened his eyes to see that he was cuddling into a certain blonde, who wasn't his boyfriend. Craig immediately jumped away as he realized the warmth was none other than a sleeping Kenny, who was now making giggly noises in his sleep. He shook his head, blushing in embarrassment. Craig turned his head as he heard movement from downstairs. He got up out of bed and walked down to the kitchen, smiling instantly as he saw Tweek attempting to make breakfast. Tweek didn't hear Craig due to his own sounds he was making moving through the kitchen and making breakfast, so when he saw Craig, he jumped and squealed a bit.

"Ack! C-Craig... Oh, h-hi. Good morning. I- I'm going to clean all this up and I realized halfway through making these that I can't cook for shit. I'm sorry," Tweek rambled a bit sadly to Craig. "I wanted to surprise you guys and all."

Craig smiled like an idiot when he heard what his boyfriend had just said. God, this dork. He walked over to Tweek and leaned down to caress his lips with his own, and then pulled away, hovering over his lips for a bit until he spoke.

"Don't worry, honey. I can help clean if you wouldn't mind?" he easily offered with a smile up at Tweek. The blonde blushed at that because Craig hadn't exactly called him any pet names since they were dating as kids so long ago. It was nice.

"Uh- you-you can help me finish cooking these and then I can clean it up, since you're way better at cooking? A-also, good morning," he said breathily against Craig's lips before leaning down to kiss him again. He'd always loved how rumbled and adorable Craig was after he'd woken up. Back in the day when they used to sleep side by side sometimes, he'd been in love with that precious and innocent side of the boy. Now, since Craig and his entire body had matured, Tweek found rumpled Craig to be adorable and hot as hell.

Craig laughed and kissed Tweek back again. He smirked and suddenly picked up Tweek, setting him on the countertop and kissing him again, a lot more passionately this time as Craig squeezed Tweek's thighs teasingly. Tweek blushed at that and had most certainly not been ready for that. He ran his fingers through Craig's hair and his legs almost instinctively wrapped around his boyfriend, pulling him closer a bit before remembering that Craig didn't know about...

"Oh, shit! T-the pancakes, Craig," he worried as he pushed away sadly to where the pancakes that were burning now.

"Oh, fuck!" Craig instantly turned around and started saving the pancakes lives. He did it, though, sighing in relief as he placed them on a plate and began making the rest of breakfast. He felt a bit sad, feeling maybe Tweek hadn't wanted that to happen so suddenly. Maybe he hadn't liked it at all. "Sorry, Tweek."

"Thanks for helping with the breakfast. Next time I'll leave cooking to you and I'll just be the coffee guy. Sorry f-for what, Craig?" He asked, suddenly worried about what Craig was sorry for. He leaned to press a kiss on his cheek. Maybe he was apologizing for the pancakes dying, but then Tweek was suddenly overthinking what had happened.