Everything is Shitty

Chapter Twenty-Three: Adjustments

Craig
It's been a few days since we moved in to this house officially. Getting all of our stuff here was easy, the hard part was throwing out the furniture we didn't need. The drive sucked, but it's all out of the way now and we have some down time.
So we're all on the couch, Well, Stan and I are on the couch, and Tweek and Clyde are cuddling in the love seat, and we're all watching TV.
Stan slowly gets us into a cuddling position, then leans over to me and whispers "Tweek and Clyde are making out."
I look over and see that he's right. I sigh and relax against Stan "Does that mean we should make out to one up them?"
He laughs, then nods, leaning over and kissing me. I decide to turn it up by shifting to straddle him and slipping my hands up his shirt.
This shocks him, and I can tell in the buffer he had in kissing me, and it's his turn to throw me off as he bucks his hips upward toward me. I grip his side and bite back a moan, breaking the kiss and glaring at him.
"This isn't for fun anymore." I growl lowly as I kiss him heatedly. This is all about business, now.
"I'm not complaining." He comments. We likely don't have sex as much as he wants to. I mean we only have a few times. For as long as we've been together I'm sure that number should've definitely increased.
He picks me up and holds me bridal style, looking at our friends who have now stopped and are just watching TV.
"Excuse us a moment." Stan says, and Clyde laughs
"Wear a condom!" He exclaims.
"Make me!" He responds as we go up the stairs.
So how this house works... the upstairs is basically Stan and I's, it's got a bathroom, the cat's room, and our room. There's another bathroom downstairs and another bedroom downstairs that Tweek and Clyde have taken. Which is pretty convenient for when we want alone time.
He gets us upstairs and I open the door to our bedroom. My arms hook around his neck and I pull myself up to kiss him "Stan, I love you." I whisper, and he smiles.
"I love you too, Craig." He sighs and puts me on the bed.
It's not long before we've lost our clothes and our hands are just exploring every part of each other.
(Timeskip)
We lay next to each other, panting. Stan looks at me with a sigh and a smile "I love you..." he reminds me once more.
"I love you too." I chuckle as I respond
"Fuck we should do that more often." He adds, and my chuckles turn to laughs as I turn and put my arm around him
"We should." I respond.
     "You look hot without clothes on." Stan winks
     "fuck off..." I respond, giving him the finger.
After a couple minutes we get up, and throw our clothes on heading back downstairs to see Clyde and Tweek still cuddling.
"Surprised you two haven't fucked yet, Clyde fucks everything that walks." Stan chuckles as we sit down, I lean against him and put my arm around his waist. I threw on Stan's shirt. I like it. It smells of him....
"Clyde wants to take it slow... doesn't wanna fuck things up too early." Tweek says, looking at Clyde. Oh. He's sleeping.
"So... are you happy with him?" I ask, then curse myself for asking, they don't look good together. I'm almost certain Clyde will break his heart and I can't... I don't want that to happen... he doesn't deserve that shit again.
"I am, it sounds weird, right? I mean I've known him for years and just now I'm getting these feelings... maybe you were in the way..." he says
I grit my teeth and put my head against Stan, who plays with my hair "Yeah- maybe." I look down, I loved you, you asshole! And now you're telling me I was in the way of you?! Fuck you!
"That was a dickish thing to say, Tweek." Stan steps in.
"I don't mean any harm by it it's just-"
"You left him because you thought you were straight. At least that was the excuse. So saying he got in the way of you is just mean. He did everything he could for you." Stan says
I shake my head "Stan it's fine. I already know where I stand with him." I rub his chest and sigh. It just kinda sucks to know he thinks that, but I know Clyde. Clyde is gonna roll that boy through the mud and I'll have to be the one that picks him up off the ground after it.
     I lean over to Stan and whisper "they won't last anyway. Clyde is... well.... Clyde." Stan chuckles and I just hold myself against him. I don't know why sex makes me feel so cuddly... but it does... I just feel like getting all close and up in his business...
    I put my hand on his cheek and lean over to kiss it, over and over. He laughs and holds me close.
   Tweek just sighs and looks at his boyfriend. Kissing his cheek softly.