Maybe This Time [South Park - Twoken (Tweek x Token)]

Maybe This Time

He knew it was coming. He knew that he'd be hearing that telltale knock on his door by sunrise. What would be the old school term for "hotline bling"? he wondered. Token had no idea, but he made a mental note to ask Clyde what his thoughts on the matter. Clyde loved that sort of thing. Taking modern terms and figuring out what their parents or grandparents may have said for the same phenomena. Clyde was a strange man.

Token refocused his thoughts onto the matter at hand. There was a knock at his apartment door, and it could only mean one thing. It was a solid, rapid fire sort of knock. One that was loud enough to echo throughout the hallway. One that could potentially wake his neighbors. He felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. He hated the feeling. It felt like being punched in the gut while queasy, and there was only one way to get rid of it.

Just open the door.

Token hesitated, like he always did when this happened. It certainly wasn't the first time, and every other time, Token had told himself that it would be the last, but obviously he was wrong. Because here he was. Listening to that knocking sound reverberate through the hardwood door. Wishing that he wasn't in this position again.

He had seen the posts on Instagram. Craig and Tweek had broken up yet again. He had seen what could be described as the dramatic fallout play out over an hour or so. The two of them still trying to get in the last word. He saw his friends chiming in with their own commentary, but he always stayed out of it. He was supposed to be the serious one. The one who didn't get involved with petty drama. The one who had his shit together. And yet if he opened the door, as he always did, he'd be accepting that drama into his life.

Another series of loud knocks in quick succession.

"Token...please..."

The voice on the other side of the door sounded frail. Hoarse. He'd obviously been crying. Screaming. Probably for hours now. Token was surprised that he had any voice left. The plea hit him right in the chest.

So much for having your shit together, huh?

He approached the door and unlocked the series of latches. Who was he trying to keep out with those anyway? Burglars? Solicitors? Or cute blonds who know how to manipulate a man's heart?

Nah, that wasn't entirely fair.

Tweek could be a master manipulator, that was true, but this was all on Token. He allowed this to happen. Every damn time. He had never been able to resist those sad eyes, soft pouty lips, and slender hips.

He slowly opened the door and held his breath. It killed him a little every time, watching the gratitude light up in those bloodshot eyes when Tweek was granted entrance. He exhaled slowly as Tweek threw his arms around him.

"He did it again, Token! He broke my heart!"

The tears began to flow again. Token could feel them soaking into his t-shirt, warm and wet. He pulled Tweek closer to his chest, partly because he could never have him close enough, and partly because he needed to shut the door. His neighbors didn't need to hear this at 2am.

"It's okay now, Tweek. You'll be alright."

"I'm safe here with you, right Token?"

"That's right. I'll keep you safe."

"Can I talk about what happened? You're such a good listener."

"Sure thing."

He squeezed his arms around the smaller man and nestled his face into his neck. He could smell the cologne Tweek had put on that morning. It smelled warm and smoky and very much Tweek. Token didn't know if he felt that way because it fit him well or just because he had been using that particular scent for so long. He let out a slow, staggered breath, wishing they could just stay like this forever. Warm. Secure. Perfect.