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Eighteen
Craig was listening to Paul McCartney again. He never thought he’d be attracted to this kind of song, but after the first hook, he fell in love. The original message was questionable with Paul’s story related to drugs or something. Nonetheless, it reignited his lust for adventure, though he’d never expressed it out loud.
Ever since his Peru trip with Marsh and those assholes, Craig had never ventured on another expedition for a long time. Despite hating Marsh and those guys, Craig will admit (not out loud) that his wanderlust had opened its gates, fueling his desire to explore various sections of the world eventually. For now, he’s still in high school, has not enough currency in his account, and was waiting for his boyfriend to be receptive to the idea of traveling together.
***
“Tweek,” He started, looking at the boy resting next to him on the bench. “Promise me, once we get out of South Park, we’ll make attempts to travel.”
“What? Craig, we have no money and we’re about to go to college.” He remarked. That never worried Craig, he knew they’re hard workers; anything is possible for them.
“We don’t need to leave the country yet. We can work. I just want memories to build on, with you by my side.” Craig stated, gazing at Stark’s Pond. It used to be expansive when they were in elementary, now, it’s realistically smaller, a reminder that childhood innocence is diminishing. They’re not children anymore; memories of running, playing and ice skating are long forgotten. It’s now the reality of adulthood approaching, college is around the corner and soon, they’re bound to be thrust into the real world with a lack of preparation.
“Flying is scary man. Unknown areas are terrifying. The government is watching our every step as is, dude.” Tweek mumbled.
“I don’t want to live a life of regret,” Craig shrugged, kicking the pebble that was conveniently next to the sole of his shoes. What is life without risk?
“Ugh, Jesus, I guess we can start small? I’m still uncomfortable with the idea.” Tweek countered. Craig knew his boyfriend was an anxious person, but that never stopped him from accomplishing matters. Many had doubted Tweek, believing he wouldn’t be able to graduate from high school; shame on them because he did. Then, they assumed he wouldn’t be accepted into a university; lady luck had been watching, Tweek would be attending the same one as Craig on a scholarship he scoured for himself. Craig was so proud of him.
“Thank you. I love you,” He said sincerely, gripping Tweek’s hand while placing a chaste kiss on the blonde’s temple. He never felt so lucky.
***
“And now, a speech from our class valedictorian, Craig Tucker!” The principal announced, proudly. There were ginormous cheers from his parents, along with his limited buddies and his dotting boyfriend. No one had ever suspected Craig to be a qualifier as the top student of the whole body. He felt bad for beating Token, who really didn’t care, but Craig totally thrived on Kyle’s and Wendy’s destitution.
Strutting up the stage, the nervousness he felt began pooling in the pits of his stomach. He never comprehends why speeches are needed nor has the social aspect to provide a proper one. If anything, he might fuck it up and be a laughingstock of the year. He tried to avoid it, opting to peg down a few ranks for someone else to give a whirlwind speech. Totally not his forte.
“Greetings,” He began, why the fuck did they force him to do this shit? Sweat began clamoring around his head under the stuffy graduation cap.
“I’m sure you lot was surprised I bested Kyle and Wendy for this cumbersome title, yet, here I am, equally unenthused. I will be blunt and possibly try to keep it short. First, I want to thank Park County high for its guidance. Second, let’s take a moment for our parents, without them and their reproducing tendencies, we wouldn’t be here. Third, l wanted to thank you, our graduating class, for putting up years of relentless journeys and staying resilient through four torturous years of academic obligations and mandatory social events we’ve attended.
When we were young, we never thought we’d grow up so quickly, I remembered ice skating on Stark’s Pond, watching the newest Terrance & Phillip episodes, or seeing Mr. Hankey for the holidays as he sings his carols while summoning questionable fecal-related objects. We were naïve, young, and carefree. Now, we’re legal and overly stressed about obsessing about our futures and other miscellaneous things. We’ve been told to always reach the highest pivotal moment in our lives, like right now, graduating from this crappy high school. Soon, you all will embark on an unsolicited journey in life, whether it’s university, trade school, or starting up a scamming company, you’re amounting something worth value to yourself.
It’s funny, I remembered when I was elementary, I was outed as a homosexual. It was life-changing, even now, I am not completely confident if that was the best course of action our shitty town could’ve made. I went along with it and eventually, I accepted it because it is who I am, which I am proud to be. Perhaps I’m suggesting you should never doubt yourself. Perhaps I’m suggesting for you all never allow someone to dictate who you are. Perhaps I’m suggesting for you stay true to yourself. In the end, you’re responsible for the course of action you’d take, as we all know, life is full of surprises.
Don’t stress about the small stuff. Have that extra cookie or two. Don’t let a B define your value. Take that wonderous trip you’ve been planning. No one is holding you back; not your teachers, your peers, or your parents. So please, don’t change. If you do change, I hope it’s to be a better human being instead of being a group of incompetent jerks who continued to terrorize our town and wouldn’t scam someone of their one-hundred dollars.
As I’m concluding this redundant speech, please, never give up. Continue to strive high with your integrity attached. You’re never alone and, if you feel alone, remember; the sun is watching, the moon is watching, the stars are watching, and they’ll never judge you. Class of 20XX, we’ve survived the countless drama, unorthodox tests, writing useless papers, submitting half-assed projects, feeling the pressure of SATs, and crying over college applications. Congratulations! You survived. You should be proud of yourselves. Thank you.” Craig finished, nausea dissipated, and a sense of pride filled his chest.
Thunderous booms of claps echoed throughout the auditorium. All students stood proud, clapping happily because Craig just gave the crappiest speech of his life but lifted hope into the graduating class. He stepped away from the podium, sitting back in his seat next to Token who was the salutatorian.
“That was horrendous,” His friend laughed. “Pretty sure you weren’t supposed to say shitty.”
“And it brought tears into your eyes,” Craig deadpanned, and a fond look marred his face.
“Sure did. It was fitting. Chaotic and nonlinear, like our classmates.” Token concluded. Craig could only nod in agreement.
“Now, students, we will call each one individually, please come forward and grab your diploma.” The principal stated. This will take some time as their graduating class had over five hundred students.
“Can’t believe we’re finished,” Token sadly muttered. “What are you and Tweek going to do?”
“Well, we’re heading to Arizona in a few days.” Craig smiled. This will be their first trip for them. Hopefully, it won’t be the final.
“Making your wanderlust dream come true, I see.”
“Totally.”
Nineteen
“Do you see it?” Tweek asked, observing their surroundings, looking for a particular store.
“I swore it’s around here,” Craig murmured, the sun was bright, and his ray bans aren’t doing a stellar job of hiding the glare.
“Seattle is ridiculously busy during summer,” His boyfriend remarked. Currently, they’ve been walking up and down the street of pike place market. Remarkably, it’s very warm outside, brightening up Seattle. The locals comment how rare it is for the weather to be so nice for a lovely stroll. Then again, it’s summertime so they must’ve caught the city at the appropriate heyday.
Craig felt content, walking down the busy plaza, watching fish mongers adamantly tossing fresh fish in the air towards another. A fantastic spectacle indeed. They’ve been walking up and down this specific plaza, looking for a particular shop.
“Oh,” Craig deadpanned. “It’s right here.”
He pointed to the small store, nestled between a clothing store and another miscellaneous shop. The original Harbucks was small and quaint.
“Smaller than I expected,” Tweek peered. A content smile stumbled on his face. He grabbed Craig’s hand and pull them inside. “Let’s get something. Our reservation is still another thirty minutes.”
“Want to take a picture in front of the store?” Craig asked.
“Isn’t that cliché?”
“Memories, babe, memories,” Tweek smiled brightly and nodded. “Even if it’s with a rotten corporation that almost ruined your dad’s business.”
Tweek chuckled fondly. With a new tourist picture in their clutches, along with a simple coffee date, they began walking to the restaurant.
“Sushi Kashiba, huh? You are sure we can afford this?” Craig peered on his GPS, guiding him the way.
“Why not indulge in high-quality sushi? Trust me, it’s something I can afford while we’re here.” Tweek spoke with finality. Craig smiled.
Second wanderlust trip down. Infinity to go.
Twenty
“How’s the water?” The blonde asked, dipping his big toe into the steaming pool, not fully convinced to plunge himself in.
“It’s nice, babe,” The black-haired male replied, staring aimlessly at the dark sky. This trip was a splurge. Craig inwardly was thankful for his scholarship that paid the majority of his tuition while his parents covered the rest. He scarcely had enough time for work, thankfully, his professors gave him plenty of opportunities to earn some decent cash. Tweek had some help with his tuition, but he still took out a modest loan. However, his boyfriend hustled at the university’s café along with tutoring students on basic piano. This year was their anniversary and it had to be special.
Craig felt a head pressed against his back. A content sigh escaped his lips, soon, he turned his head slightly to observe Tweek. It was peaceful in Alaska. They got lucky with their timing during fall break and managed to secure a private hot spring for the two of them. Honestly, without Tweek’s affinity for deal hunting, it wouldn’t have been possible.
“You know,” Tweek spoke as he guided himself next to Craig. Craig pulled his handsome man onto his lap, making sure their skin touched, igniting a microscopic ember in his chest. Before Tweek continued, Craig engaged in a kiss, with Tweek returning his excitement. “Really now? As I was going to say, I thought Alaska would’ve been boring but I’m glad it changed my mind.”
“I’m glad you’re becoming more opened to places.” Craig expressed; fondness overwhelmed his face. Tweek gave him another passionate kiss which Craig was compelled to take. The ember in his chest began to expand.
“This was worth it,” Tweek whispered, his lips ghosting over Craigs’, taking in all these sentimental emotions. “Happy anniversary, my dearest.”
“Happy anniversary,” Craig murmured back, nuzzling into Tweek’s neck as his boyfriend straddled his lap. He definitely felt something twitch but he won’t comment, opting to not ruin this flawless moment. The water was soothing, making it impossible to not fall asleep.
“Craig,” Tweek whispered again, making Craig shake his sleepiness off. “Look.”
He pointed towards the sky, filled with white dots, no doubt they were stars. Then, a faint white glow appeared, dancing in the sky. Faintly, it began to develop, emitting a greenish glow. The sky was dark, but soon, it began swaying, accommodating the linear glow. The cosmic particles were in the background, twinkling as it was setting the stage for a performance. Craig was stunned. The rarity to see the sky dancing in color shook his core as if the display was meant for them to witness from afar.
“It would’ve been nice to see more waves of colors,” Craig breathed. Tweek could only nod, taking in the beauty. Never in their life, they’d witnessed such extravagance during their youth while others fought hard for a minute of this. The phenomenon was so enchanting, words to describe such splendor were inadequate and it just was so transfixing.
Tweek remembered to grab their expensive camera and snapshot the moment. He secretly took a picture of Craig, gazing at the spectacular scenery, even if he could barely make out his boyfriend’s figure.
“Babe,” Craig called out, trying to reach for Tweek who is standing behind him. Tweek gingerly put away the camera far from the water, it’ll be a disgrace for it to be destroyed. “Want to know what causes the Aurora Borealis?”
Tweek nodded, ready to absorb up any details Craig would spew. One of the idiosyncrasies he adored about his brooding man.
“It’s kind of complex but it’s a collision between particles that were electrically charged. We have the earth’s atmosphere, take the charged particles from the sun, and bam, it collides. Creating these variations from green, there are blueish purples or red, depending on the oxygen or nitrogen and the altitude.” Craig voiced enthusiastically. His usual monotone tone was almost nonexistent.
If there was a way to fall deeper in love, Tweek was certain he was reaching there.
***
Two bodies were entangled in the sheets.
“Craig,” Tweek moaned as Craig licked his ear. He peppered light kisses from the blonde’s jawline down his clavicle. Then, he licked from the collarbone towards his chin, earning sharp gasps from the man wiggling underneath him.
“I love you,” Craig devotedly said, gripping Tweek’s nape, making their lips meet.
“I love you,” Tweek voiced back, a hint of desperation in his tenor. “Please, make me yours.”
Craig’s eyes widen in surprise. Tweek always wanted their first time to be special and Craig was a willing partner to wait for when they were prepared. Tweek is thrusting all his trust towards Craig, which makes this whole atmosphere so overwhelming.
“Honey, are you serious?” He wanted to elucidate this consent. Of all his stimulated, lucid dreams, it’s almost unbelievable how real close he is to achieving this new level with his lover.
“Yes,” Tweek leaned up from the pillows, nipping Craig’s collar, securing a low purr from him. “Let’s reach new heights.”
And so, they did.
From all the pornographic films he watched, from all the expertise he’d gained from educational googling, it’s a sacred rule to prep your partner for penetration. Craig made sure he opened a condom and slipped it on his fingers before pressing one finger at Tweek’s entrance. Cautiously, he slid that finger in, watching Tweek’s face scowl in discomfort.
“Honey, are you sure? You can take me first and we’ll wait for you.” Craig suggested, not liking how his lover is gripping the sheets so tight that his knuckles are almost white.
“Craig,” The frazzled boy breathed out. “I’m certain. Just easy, please.”
Craig swallowed his saliva. His erection was painful from witnessing such an erotic display. Tweek, sprawled out, legs spread wide with his equally hard cock. He was gorgeous and Craig would remember this image for the rest of his life.
He continued to press that finger in, slowly. After a few more seconds, he managed to lightly thrust, earning a gruntled groan from Tweek. Hesitantly, he pressed a second finger, pausing to look at Tweek for another permission.
“Yes,” Tweek grumbled out, eyes still shut, trying to be accustomed to foreign things. Craig complied, slowly entering a second finger. Thank goodness for a well, lubricated condom.
“I love you,” He confessed, knowing Tweek understood his intense emotions. He could only meekly nod, still adjusting. God, it’s a different story when one is watching inappropriate videos rather than experimenting.
Craig gently thrust his fingers, hoping it’d ease some discomfort. He’d hate for Tweek to not feel pleasure. In a longing daze, he placed a chaste kiss on Tweek’s lips, who happily returned. Suddenly, despite it feeling so foreign, Tweek slowly felt more comfortable with Craig’s fingers making scissor-like motions; allowing him to relax in the bed. He emitted a low moan, sending shivers down Craig’s spine and letting his cock painfully throb.
A third finger entered carefully.
Tweek groaned again.
Craig is still super hard.
They share another kiss.
Even though the preparation phase is excruciatingly long, Craig is pleased with himself for trying so hard to make his boyfriend comfortable. One shouldn’t be selfish for the sake of pleasure.
“Craig,” Tweek pleaded, clearly over the fingers. “I think I’m ready.”
Craig acknowledged. His throat was parched. The room felt warm, way too warm.
Taking out his fingers, he slid the condom off and threw it into the bin next to the bed. He grabbed another condom, took it out of the package, and placed it over his cock, making sure to leave a little bit of space at the tip to ensure his collection. To make things more efficient, he grabbed the lube (Tweek somehow bought it a while ago) and slathered copious amounts on his cock and Tweek’s entrance. Tweek must feel comfortable.
He hovered over Tweek once again. Guiding himself, he gently thrust the tip in.
“Ugh,” Tweek groaned. This shit was huge and way different from fucking fingers.
“I’m sorry,” Craig whimpered. Nervousness settled in his stomach. Is he doing this correctly?
Tweek shook his head. He grabbed one of Craig’s hands, and delicately placed it on his cheek, silently telling him to hold his face. He obliged, of course. Tweek pressed a kiss in his palm, then lasciviously licked Craig’s thumb. Craig almost exploded. When did his boyfriend become so sensual?
“Easy, okay?”
Craig continued to ease himself in.
Breathe in. Breath out.
It’s achingly slow but Tweek’s comfort was the most valuable matter in the universe. This whole new sensation was an oddity. A good oddity. Craig silently prays Tweek doesn’t detest this.
“Are you okay?” He asked. Tweek said nothing but let tears slipped out. Craig’s concern grew and he was about to escape until Tweek gripped his arms, shaking his head in protest. His heart swelled and he leans down, kissing away the tears as he tries to slip further into the new domain.
It’s been way too long but Craig can’t complain. He made it in and boy, it’s incredible. He wouldn’t brashly thrust himself carelessly. Tweek’s comfort is his priority.
“Are we finally one?” Tweek innocently wondered, blearing at his deity hovering over him. He went from gripping his lover’s arms to grasping his shoulders, mentally preparing himself for a whirlwind of awkward pleasure. They’ve reached a new pinnacle in their relationship. It made all the waiting worth it because holy fuck, this moment was special.
Fuck their friends who made fun of them for being patient. This was the opportune moment, being in Alaska, stargazing and being enthralled by the Northern lights while soaking in a hot spring. It was fucking worth it for their tenth anniversary. Ten years of growth. Ten years of cries, laughs, unhappiness, and stress. Ten years from being innocent children, developing into an awkward adolescents, then currently metamorphosing to adulthood. They wouldn’t change it for anything.
“Move with me,” Craig delicately sibilated.
Tweek pulls him down for a deep kiss, allowing Craig to languidly move. This is the point of no return, and they will enjoy every single second.
Twenty-one
“Where’s Tweek?” Craig hollered in Clyde’s ear. The music was incredibly loud, giving him a headache. Clyde just shrugged. Craig inwardly groaned, annoyed that he doesn’t know where his boyfriend is. Annoyed with Clyde’s imperative demand on visiting a strip joint in Vegas. All four boys were finally at the legal age of alcohol consumption, so, it made sense to celebrate in sin city.
Craig wasn’t partially enthused. However, Clyde called him crying about how they never spent time together. Token, being a pushover for their friend’s wails, bought tickets for everyone and reserved a room from one of the swankiest hotels. Tweek had no say in the matter, just forced to go with the flow.
“I’m sure he’s fine.” Clyde slurred, offering another beer to Craig. He’s going to regret this in the morning but accepted the drink. From the corner of his eye, he observed Token walking out of a private room with a pretty stripper, donning a skimpy thong and push-up bra. He clearly bought a lap dance.
“Did you see Tweek?” Craig asked once his friend came to their table.
“I believed he was in a private room with a stripper,” Token carefully thought. Craig choked on his beverage, spluttering bits of beer onto Clyde and their table. “That’s disgusting.”
Craig flipped him off before wiping his mouth with his sleeves.
“Craig,” Clyde wailed. “This was a new shirt!”
“From Target.” He bit out.
“Still a reputable source!”
“Guh, hey guys,” Craig visibly relaxed. He turned towards his boyfriend, edging him to come closer and kiss him. His nose wrinkled, and a floral perfume entered his olfactory system, a repulsive smell. Whenever they return to their rented chambers, Tweek must take a shower, or they can bathe together. It’s a win-win situation.
“Hey, guys!” A random girl strolled by, holding a platter of test tube shots. “Pay a dollar and you can take a shot of this from in-between my breasts.”
Craig was going to protest but Clyde shoved five bucks at the girl.
“Let’s do this, guys!” God damn it.
“We love boobs, right men?” She giggled, tucking the five in her shorts. “Which flavor?”
“What are the options?” Token studied the contents.
“We got watermelon, strawberry, raspberry, and green apple.”
“What is this, jolly ranchers?” Craig blurted. The girl shrugged she didn’t give a rat ass.
“Green apple for me, please.” Tweek squawked. Craig shot him an incredulous stare. Oddly, seeing his boyfriend take a shot from a woman’s breasts was mesmerizing. His boyfriend was amazing. And so, they continued in sync for their paid shots, enjoying the celebrations.
“Where were you?” Craig asked.
“I got a lap dance from a girl named Destiny,” Tweek shrugged, ordering a fruity drink from a nearby waitress.
“Really? Did you have fun?”
“Weird, she pinched my nipples and let me slap her ass. Her skin was so smooth though. I asked for her regimen,” Tweek casually stated. Craig chuckled, only his boyfriend in the world would strike up an interesting dialogue with a stripper. “Then, she told me I’d be a good male stripper because of my eyes and perky ass.”
“What, wait?” Craig panicked. Tweek looked away, drinking his newly acquired beverage. “Don’t ignore me, asshole.”
Twenty-two
“Stop being a pussy,” Tweek laughed loudly at the expense of Craig. Received glares from onlookers, but Tweek never gave a crap. People needed to mind their own business.
“I don’t trust those to hold my weight,” Craig retorted irritably.
“But we’re at the Willis Tower!” Tweek emphasized. He pointed at the nearest Skydeck that was the bane of Craig’s existence. Craig was never fond of heights. Sure, he can deal with planes, but he made sure to stay up all night to knock out during the journey. It was way too easy. Yet, here they are, on the 103rd floor of the third highest tower in the western hemisphere.
“It’s a Chicago tribute, come on, I want a picture.” Tweek pushed Craig. Apprehension filled his guts. How did he let Tweek convince him about Chicago? He could deal with being a tourist, looking for the famous bean in Millennium Park, and visiting the Lincoln Park Zoo. Even attending a baseball game (Craig still hates baseball), enjoying a Chicago hotdog was more entertaining than this.
“Tweek, this is unnatural,” Craig murmured vehemently.
“So is your affinity for Red Racer, but no one is complaining,” His loving boyfriend rolled his eyes. That jerk!
“That was unnecessary,” Craig narrowed his eyes. Stalking closer to Tweek, who kept stepping backward, with his pointer finger jabbing Tweek’s chest. “Take that back.”
Tweek mischievously grinned, enforcing Craig’s perplexion. Something felt off…
“I fucking despise you,” Craig lowly grumbled, closing his eyes and intertwining his hands with Tweeks’. Remember that apprehension? It full-on exploded to sheer uncomfortableness. Everything looked like ants from the Skydeck Shit, what if the glass breaks? He couldn’t protect Tweek from height damage.
“It’s not so terrible,” Tweek teased, pecking his partner’s lips. Feeling somewhat incentive, Craig slowly blinked as he looked out the huge window planes. It wasn’t so bad. The panoramic view of the city was breathtaking. It wouldn’t compare to the stars in the night sky, but this was memorizing in its special way.
Cars were bustling in the street, bumper to bumper, though they looked like toy cars from their childhood days. Chicago was crowded, especially downtown. A vast amount of people walked, populating the sidewalk like a herd of cattle. Various buildings were built adjacent to one another, making the city look more crammed. Some buildings were old and needed renovations to not be an eyesore. Some buildings were modern, sleeked with high-rise windows, out shinning the old. Craig felt goosebumps. He was unsure if this was good or not.
“Can you take our picture?” Tweek bashfully asked the security guard near them.
“Sure thing!” The older man smiled, holding up Tweek’s mobile, ready to snap some shots. “Smile!”
And they did with an overzealous city as their background.
Once they had enough of the views, they both agreed it was time to leave. Another distasteful sight in front of them.
“Are you kidding me?” Craig furiously pointed out. “There’s even a line to go down and leave!”
“It’s fine,” Tweek giggled.
“Honey, we stood in line to get into this building, wait in line to go down an escalator to buy a fucking ticket, which we waited in line for. Then another line to get into a fucking elevator and wait in line to be in a Skydeck. It’s fucking idiotic!”
Tweek could only roll his eyes.
Twenty-three
“This feels wrong,” Tweek disclosed. Craig concurred. They have freshly graduated adults and on their first international trip. The first option on their travel agenda was Costa Rica. At least it was only the two of them and not that shitty ensemble group, ‘Getting Gay With Kids.’ That group was a mess excuse of environmentalists.
Trekking for six hours in the mountains, enjoying their time in the jungle, and being captivated by nature. Their feet were hurting bad. So, Tweek came up with the brilliant idea of getting pedicures as a couple. Craig just went with the flow and perhaps he wanted some attention for his poor feet. The bottom aches and he was certain blisters had formed and popped.
Googling the closest spa, they decided to not look at the minor details and just went for it. Let it be known, that it was a specialized place for fish pedicures. Yes, this location had Garra rufa eat the dead skin off their pedes.
Too late to turn back.
The water was cold. They couldn’t even put their feet at the bottom of the tub. The salon recommended lifting their feet slightly, so the fish had better access to their callouses and peeling blisters.
“Pretty sure this is animal cruelty,” Craig sadly stated. Tweek adamantly agreed.
“How do they sanitize them?” He inquired.
“Either they threw them away or continuously reused them for the next person.” Craig shivered. The thought of fish-eating from different people on a daily was concerning and a health code violation. It’s also revolting to know they’re soaking in water that the fishes also defecated in. Fucking sickening. He wished that he wouldn’t get an infection.
“Which level is hell for animal abuse?”
“I think fifth?”
“I’ll see you there,” Tweek darkly accepted. Ew, ew, ew, ew…
“Likewise, babe, likewise.” Craig spluttered, wanting to escape.
“What color did you want to paint your toes?” Tweek held Craig’s hand.
“Green,” Craig couldn’t help it. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart.
“Guess I’ll do blue,” Tweek smiled.
Later that night, both men snuggled in their hotel bed from a nice, scalding shower to wash away their shame. Toes painted green and blue intertangled each other in a locked embrace.
Twenty-four
You fucking left me.
Craig stared at the text message. He inwardly groaned in frustration. If only Tweek hadn’t leisurely walked and followed Craig quicker, they wouldn’t be in this predicament. But no, the universe wouldn’t be nice to Craig because he got on the train, and the doors immediately shut.
Take the next train and get off at the next stop.
He replied, hoping the signal wouldn’t disappear, allowing the text to properly send through.
He got off at the next stop and patiently waited. Luckily, the next train was only a few minutes away, so he didn’t need to wait long. The only downside was confronting an angry blonde.
Three minutes have passed.
Anxiety pooled in his gut. Tweek is an unfamiliar surroundings was problematic without him. What happened if Tweek somehow went the opposite direction? It’s highly plausible. What happened if a Spanish version of human kindness predator targeted his beloved? How would he find him? He furiously clenched his fists. He fucking dares someone to try and take his boyfriend.
Lost in his imaginative scenarios playing in his head. He didn’t realize his favorite blonde had spawned right before him with a cute frown marring his face.
“You left me behind in Spain.” Tweek sassed haughtily.
“Babe,” Craig sighed. “I’m sorry. I thought you were near me.”
“You could’ve waited like five seconds?”
“The train was about to leave.”
“The next one was coming in four minutes.” Tweek angrily remarked, crossing his arms over his chest, huffing loudly. He was too fucking cute.
“Tweek, honey, I’m sorry,” Craig sincerely articulated. He closed their distance, cupped Tweek’s cheeks with both hands, and bent down to give a virtuous kiss. Tweek softened because who couldn’t resist a charming Craig? “Let’s get you a café and share some paella.”
Tweek sweetly grinned. Who could turn down food and coffee? Certainly not him.
Twenty-five
“I’m sorry,” Tweek rasped. He felt too hot but was shivering from a chilly sensation at the same time. “You don’t have to stay here. Go and explore.”
“Don’t be sorry, babe.” Craig remorsefully said. Tweek was looking pitifully sick, and it made Craig’s heart hurt. His love didn’t deserve this.
“This is miserable,” His voice was so scratchy, and his throat felt so raw and painful. Hopefully, the medication would kick in soon. They still had a few more days left in Berlin, the sooner Tweek could recover, the likely they could go and look for the Brandenburg gate. Tweek was unwavering about seeing the historical landmark.
“Sleep, I’ll head out in a bit and return,” Craig suggested, kissing Tweek’s temple. Boy did this boy burn and not in a scalding, fervent way.
“Don’t kiss me. You’ll catch my germs.” Tweek whined, flaying his arms at Craig, trying to make him widen the distance. Of course, Craig didn’t care, he lay on the bed next to him, pulling him close to his chest and singing an old-time favorite.
Light out wanderlust
Help us to be free
Light out wanderlust
Do it just for me
Wanderlust
“Is this your subtle hint of trying to get detained in a foreign country, again?” His lover scrunched his noise, cutely. Disdain sported his sick face, making Craig whimsically chuckle. After all these years, his blonde lover remained to be the cutest human in the entire population.
“Have I ever told you that this song revived the travel bug bestowed in me?” Craig pondered, allowing Tweek to snuggle against his chest harder. Craig’s heart grew fonder every passing day. If only time would freeze, he’d be a happy man.
“It’s one of Paul’s best works,” Tweek submitted to sleep. Far too exhausted to keep up a light conversation as his eyelids felt too heavy, Craig’s monotonous voice lulled him to deep slumber, feeling relaxed within the vicinity of his favorite man. Traveling wasn’t so bad if you were in the presence of your favorite human.
Twenty-six
It was bustling on the cobblestones of Amsterdam. The district had shops lined neatly, a canal ran straight through the middle of the urban area which was vibrantly lit up red. There was a museum dedicated to the history of sex. Various coffee shops were filled with tourists, edging their way to purchase a tolerated substance. The famous Casa Rosso’s neon pink elephant glaringly shone as it adjourned the front of a building, attracting a plethora of tourists.
The young couple walked out of the famous venue, unsure of the exhibition they’d just witnessed.
“That was interesting,” Craig asserted. Amsterdam is a beautiful city with its colorful buildings, lazing canals, and beautiful people. It’s such a shame some other travelers only had two things on their minds: sex and weed. There were a lot of them.
“I wonder how tiring it is to do the same segment for seven hours,” Tweek replied. His favorite spectacle was the Van Gogh Museum. Two hundred paintings, four hundred drawings, and an amassed number of letters by the artist had Tweek practically drooling. So many impressionisms, so many bold colors, it was overwhelming and dramatic. It was so surreal to be surrounded by one of his favorite artists. He indulged himself at the souvenir shop since this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Craig enjoyed himself. A happy Tweek means a happy Craig. They held hands as they walked along the canal, the smell of marijuana penetrated their nostrils, but they tried to ignore it until they pass a nearby pee curl. A revolting smell of urine heavily invaded their noses, they brisked along quicker to escape.
“Oh, give me a moment,” Tweek stopped. They were in an area of highly populated horny men and women in lingerie presenting themselves behind a window. Some women had signs posted, listing their prices per service. A few women were sitting on stools, some were standing, and some were trying to dance in a sexy manner.
“What are you doing, honey?” Craig was curious. Next to them, a man was shoved out of one of the window doors, and a woman in a red, lacy bra and thong was cursing him. Craig decided its best to not eavesdrop on their discussion and stood next to Tweek, who timidly knocked on a window.
A lady in a lacy, white teddy bodysuit opened her window.
“Fifty euros for my hands, anything extra must be negotiated.” She stated in a business-like manner.
“Oh Jesus, I don’t want any service,” Tweek croaked out. She raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused. “I was wondering, ugh, if I can have your autograph?”
“My autograph?” She glowered.
“My friend asked me to get an autograph from a worker in the red-light district, I’ll pay.” Tweek nodded.
“Oh,” She apathetically said. “No need to pay then, do you have a pen and paper?”
“I do!” He procured a fine point pen and a scrapped receipt from his pockets. Hastily, he gave them to her, allowing her to scribble her name before returning the objects. Tweek gave her a hundred euro note.
“I told you it was free,” Her eyes almost protruded out.
“Thank you!” Tweek waved, pulling Craig along with him. Craig listlessly waved at her as he followed his boyfriend.
“Who was it for?”
“Clyde.” Craig rolled his eyes.
Twenty-seven
Three days of hiking was strenuous on their legs. They’re on the last day and it felt like the trails are never-ending. It’s so fucking worth it though. The days were warm which was pleasant enough for a decent sweat, but Tweek hate the feeling of his perspiration. Craig fared no better.
The paths weave their way around the mountains as the trail group continued to trek upwards, almost disappearing amongst the mist. Trekking each slope, crossing every peak, and viewing the valleys was a humbling experience. Craig was enthralled by each ruin they’ve visited. He always lusted to revisit Peru, this time, with a lovable company instead of four douchebags. It was so green. So vibrant. So serene. Just so fucking soothing.
On each path they took, lush forest green was alive with birds chirping relentlessly. Every flora and fauna remained unscathed, bathing in the sun, looking ethereal. Every sight in their perspective was filled with an untouched landscape speckled with ruins that were centuries old. Buildings were built with stone, lasting for centuries as they survived earthquakes or other natural disasters. The massive walls along the terraces were carefully placed. No doubt, the architecture was astonishing.
Craig couldn’t believe he was back in his sanctuary which sparked his admiration for travel.
“Babe, are you taking a picture?” He realized Tweek hasn’t been next to him for a few minutes. He’s missing all the scenes!
“Oh Jesus, so much pressure,” Craig knew he was behind him, but he couldn’t just stare away from the citadel. His emotions were raw, feeling a sense of euphoria again. The greatest component of this trip was sharing the experience with Tweek.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Craig was concerned. Tweek rarely had issues with his hiking boots. The laces aren’t that complicated. Baffled, he turned around in hopes to aid.
“What the fuck,” He released a mirthless breath.
There was Tweek, on one knee, holding out a velvet box that was opened. A shimmering, simple, silver ring was tucked in. A glimmer of trepidation blighted the blonde’s face. His hands were shaking.
“Craig,” Tweek began. Craig’s breath hitched. “You brought out the best in me. Seventeen years together have been splendid, and I can’t imagine my life without you. I want to continue to prove myself to you and try to be the best partner. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before. I don’t think I could ever find another connection with a human-like yourself. I love you. I love you more than life itself. You make me feel complete. You make me want to better myself. I want to remain by your side for eternity. Please, will you marry me?
Craig’s mouth was agape widely. Understandably, he took on the image of a goldfish lost in its tank. He blinked a few times, trying to grasp this scenario. Holy fuck, this was real.
“Yes,” He breathed out. “Absolutely yes!”
He pulled Tweek up from his one knee and gave an earthshattering kiss. Boisterous claps were heard, they had forgotten about their group. Cheers were in order, and everyone gave their congratulations to the newly engaged couple. Silver never looked better on Craig.
In their private tent, as far away from the crew as they could manage; Craig nestled himself in-between Tweek’s thighs. He shivered happily as Tweek moaned his name like a divine prayer.
Twenty-eight
“This is the last of the boxes,” Tweek stated. Craig stood in their new living room, scowling at the mess laid in front of them. Sure, buying a home was the next step in life they needed to partake but at what cost? Oh yeah, they had to sacrifice their vacation for the year to purchase this convoluting home.
As if his husband has read his mind, he came behind him and lightly massaged his shoulders, easing some tension away. It worked briefly. He smiled when he saw the replica of the silver ring decorating his husband's left hand on the ring finger. They forgo the wedding and opted for the Justice of the Peace court with their immediate families along with Token and Clyde as their onlookers. However, they threw a massive celebration party. The open bar and the price for a down payment on the house took a toll on their expenses.
Craig may have a good job in his engineering field but it’s a lot of money to propel away. Tweek was a music teacher for a private high school along with some piano tutoring on the side. They needed to be smart about their spending habits despite Craig’s pensive attitude.
Their house was beautiful, an older Victorian home with a renovated kitchen for Tweek and a redone master's suite for Craig’s taste. The other three bedrooms in the house were smaller due to the old construction of the house. It’s not perfect. There’s no basement as it's not a common entity for a home but rather a cellar that needed to be renovated. The windows were old, therefore needed to be replaced which will sourly be a heavy expense. Their yard was on a smaller scale, that was fine since both males aren’t keen on outside work and the previous owners built a privacy fence.
As much as Craig wished to sulk, the matter of owning a home with his husband was a profoundly positive involvement. This new chapter in their lives is a step in a blissful direction. Craig also admitted that he wanted to ravish Tweek on every surface and crevice in the house. He guessed a new adventure in a new home has its own merits.
Later that night, he received a text message from his husband to come outside after sorting through the boxes meant for his office. A pleasant surprise waited for him. Tweek had set up a long-forgotten tent and his telescope. There was a pint of vanilla ice cream placed on a random stool they bought from the dollar store. Tweek waved him to come closer and share the cold treat.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t travel this year,” He sincerely said. Craig felt guilty, he wished Tweek couldn’t read him so well.
“There’s next year,” Craig offered, looking through the telescope as his husband spoon-fed his ice cream. Unfortunately, it was a cloudy sky for the night. Plus, they were about ten minutes away from downtown, so light pollution ruined his stargazing atmosphere. Yet, Craig conceded to this house because of the convenience to the nearest local market and their respectable jobs.
“Hey,” His husband whispered in a sensual tone, sending erotic shivers down his spine. His cocked swelled tightly in his pants. His cheeks felt way too warm for comfort. He liked where this was heading. “Let me show you some appreciation tonight.”
Ice cream left on the stool, emptied. Craig could only swallow his saliva for his parched throat. Tweek guided him into the tent and immediately unzips his dress pants to release a certain organ from his boxers. He licked Craig’s cock from the base towards the tip, earning a hard twitch from the black-haired male. A deep moan escaped his lips.
Craig chanted Tweek’s name as his gospel for that night.
Twenty-nine
Craig woke up once he heard their hotel door shut loudly. It was sweltering here, even with their air conditioner on, it barely did much to cool the room. Why did they agree to travel during summer? Oh, right, Tweek’s a teacher with limited time off.
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” Tweek apologized. Craig couldn’t be annoyed with his husband.
“It’s fine. Didn’t get much rest with the heat,” Craig responded, lazing up in their bed, shirtless. “Where did you go?”
“The lady in front of the hotel was selling fresh mangos and I found some Vietnamese coffee to try. They call it ca phe sua da.” He answered, sitting next to his husband with his acquired items. Craig opened his mouth, waiting for Tweek to feed him a slice of mango, and by lords, it was one of the best ones he has ever tasted.
“Delicious,” He moaned. Tweek grinned softly and took a sip from his coffee.
“Oh wow, this is sweet but holy cow, it’s really good! Strong too.” Tweek gushed, offering Craig a sip.
“Oh fuck, that is good,” Craig agreed, wanting another sip before pecking the blonde’s lips. “What is on the agenda today?”
“I think we’re taking a gander at the Marble Mountains. Reviews said you can catch a breathtaking view of Da Nang.” Tweek listed off from his head. They were going to spend a week in Vietnam and then go on a journey to Thailand for a few days. This was the furthest expedition they’ve taken. Craig was pleased.
“What do you want to eat for breakfast?” Craig asked, leaving the bed to do some morning stretches.
“Let’s get pho!”
“It’s sweltering,” Craig whined.
“Stop being a pussy and get dressed.”
Thirty
Craig despised hospitals. Every staff’s expression was devoid of life. The white walls were sterile. The continuous beeping from every room reminded him of the dark history of Tweek being hospitalized for his severe panic attacks. It was a hazing recollection.
Being back here brought painful memories and he hates it.
He prayed everything was going smoothly. He hopes they can hurry and scurry out of here because this was getting too unpleasant. It’s been a few hours since he’s been kicked from the room, wounded pride in all, he felt a little insulted. He was family for fuck’s sake.
“Mr. Tucker?” A nurse called out. He stood up and she gestured him into the room.
He was not expecting this vision…
Tricia’s strawberry blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, and some bits of baby hair frayed against her temple and glistened in sweat. She had an awed look on her face as she held onto a peculiar bundle in her arms. Tweek sat next to her with a bandaged hand, looking immensely proud. The bundle was cuddled close to her chest, her gown was slipped down, evidently producing nutrients for this foreign being.
“Come here,” She exhaustedly muttered. “Meet your nephew.”
Craig was captivated. Babies are definitely not cute once they’ve been born. He looked like an alien, though he had all ten fingers and toes and no anomaly. A healthy boy. He felt his heart swell with a different appreciation.
“Isn’t he darling?” Tweek whispered. Craig nodded. This was a lot to take in. Tricia’s a fucking mom and they’re uncles. There were no words to describe this remarkable event. Graciously, he planted a kiss on his sister’s forehead for her achievement of going through hours of natural labor and having her vagina ripped open for a newborn.
“Name?”
“Sterling Creek Tucker,” She wistfully said, smiling softly as the baby continued to drink from her nips. Craig was enchanted. Wait, hold the fuck up.
“Creek? Is that his middle name?” She nodded. “The fuck?”
“The Asian girls in high school always had this ship name for the both of you,” She shrugged. Sterling fussed a bit before detaching himself. “I’ve always liked it and wanted to honor both of you somehow.”
“That’s so shitty, Tricia. Poor kid never had a chance.”
“If Elon Musk and Grimes can get away with a weird equation name for their baby, Creek as a middle name is fine.”
“They’re wealthy,” She ignored his disdain for the middle name.
“Here, come hold him.” And so, Craig did, and it was an unforgettable feeling.
Thirty-one
“Happy birthday Sterling!” Tweek sang, the cherub baby gleefully pounded his hands on the tray as he sat in his baby chair.
It was his first birthday, and the uncles wouldn’t dare miss it for anything. They even had a little gathering in their home, considering Tricia and Sterling still lived in their house until Tricia gets approved for her own home. Craig’s parents and Tweek’s came for the first birthday, bringing an unreasonable amount of presents for the little one. Like the infant needed more clothes. Clyde sent a football as a gift for the little tyke to play with as he grows. Token sends a well-executed fruit basket.
Tweek made sure to send them an appreciation video of Sterling dressed in cute suspenders and blue pants, shirtless as the infant is about to demolish a chocolate cupcake. It’s going to be messy. They wouldn’t have it another way.
“Craig, son, what did you buy for the little one?” Richard raised a topic. Over the years, Richard had become more tolerable and less overbearing, though, it’s odd how he occasionally sends a letter with money for the duo. Twenty years with Tweek had made him accept the little quirks the laws expressed. They meant well and they were practically Sterling’s second set of grandparents.
“A passport,” Craig prided himself on that idea. Tweek could only shake his head and smile.
“Guess I’ll need a new scrapbook for the newly added member on the travel express.”
Thirty-two
“Craig,” Tweek hissed as their waiter seated them in front of a large paned window. The night view of the rustic city was fascinating. “This is a two-star Michelin restaurant!”
“I love you too,” Craig droned out, sipping his Port wine, mildly amused with the sweet flavors. Porto is a beautiful city with wonderful locals. Phenomenal food. Accessible train stations. Charming churches are filled with hundreds of years of history. Craig felt like splurging.
So, a simple reservation for the Yeatman was his handicraft.
“It’s expensive,” Tweek seethed.
“Welcome to the Yeatman,” An elegantly dressed waiter greeted them. “This is a fifteen-course meal; I hope you enjoy it. Are there any allergies so we can make some accommodation?”
“We have none,” Craig replied. The gentleman bowed, leaving the couple alone to enjoy the night scenery.
“Stop pouting, my love,” Craig remarked. Tweek’s scowl was still adorable, even if there were specks of crows’ feet near his eyes.
“I supposed since we’re here,” Tweek submitted.
Turns out, squab is fucking disgusting.
Thirty-three
“Who knew Tinman has a heart,” Tricia deadpanned. Tweek chuckled. Both were lounging on their perspective beach chair, soaking up the sun, regardless of if there was a huge crowd around the pool area. “Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” Tweek sipped his pina colada. Drinks on a cruise were a rip-off. He was annoyed that they had to purchase a drinking package, might as well make the best of it. He decided the cruise wasn’t as great as everyone made it seem. The rocking of the boat was nauseating, and the rooms were cramped. Albeit their room service person was nice and left new towels every day on their bed, elegantly shaped into a different creature every day.
“Do you think you guys will be parents?” Tweek looked at two particular individuals in the pool. Sterling was in his floaty, laughing and Craig lingered next to him, ensuring his safety. Watching Craig becoming one of the best uncles in the world was a notable sight indeed. Each day, his love and respect for the brooding man increased.
“Honestly, no,” Tweek admitted. When he was younger, he thought he wanted children with Craig but as they’ve aged, they’re still too egocentric. Plus, children cost too much money.
“Why?” She asked, bits of sadness overwhelming her chest. She prayed daily they would-be parents and provide a smaller companion for her baby. They were great uncles, so it makes sense for them to be amazing parents.
“We enjoy the life we have now. We can’t imagine taking care of a small human. Also, I don’t think Craig would appreciate an obstacle withholding his ability to go on trips.” Tweek laughed. “How are you fairing on your own?”
“It’s lonely…” Tricia confessed. Living with Tweek and Craig was a constant for the past two years. Now, it’s just her and Sterling, no father figure in her household. It’s sad to know that she became part of the statistic for being a single mother with a deadbeat father of her child. He wanted no part in their life and it took months of therapy to realize he did her a favor. She was a strong woman with an amazing support system. Her brothers lived five minutes away. Her parents were only a few hours’ drives.
The best fact, all of them adored Sterling and would drive through hell for him. She couldn’t help but count her blessings.
Suddenly, Craig showed up in their line of vision with a disgruntled face and a problematic substance painted on his hair. In his arms was a giddy baby.
“Sterling threw up in my hair.”
Thirty-four
Craig felt calm. Sitting on the dubious floor, staring into a dark, blue abyss tank filled with salt water. Inside there is a variety of inhabits, ranging from small nurse sharks to giant whale sharks swimming in a predictable pattern in an enclosed tank. Craig seldomly hated that this was the life provided for magnificent organisms, but he reasoned with himself that some creatures must be preserved against poachers and hunters. Statistics were correct, watching sea life encouraged relaxation.
“Uncle Craig!” Sterling’s voice distracted him from his stupor. The young boy had his hands pressed against the thick glass, trying to get close to the green sea turtle nesting on the bottom of the tank. It had been there for the past twenty minutes.
Children were easily amused by the simple spectacles in life. There was a huge diversity in one of the largest indoor aquatic habitats in the world. Manta rays casually swam through the water with little remoras clinging on for dear life. Schools of goliath groupers leisurely swam near the deeper ends of the tank. They were fairly ugly as they took on a speckled appearance armed with mouths larger than Clyde’s stomach. There were a variety of sharks, some swam low, and some swam high, depending on the species. All these creatures cohabitated decently.
“How many whale sharks do you see?” He asked the tyke. These gentle giants were grey, bellies marked white and white spots scattered all over their bodies. The dots could be comparable to stars in the sky. They were an enigma.
“Four?” He answered unsurely. Craig nodded, letting him know it was a correct answer, making the boy pound the tank gleefully.
“No, stop that,” Craig sternly said. “That’s disrespectful to the fishes. We don’t want to cause any stress on them.”
“Oh, I’m sorry fishies,” Sterling whispered, bringing his lips closer to the tank.
“Sterling, do not lick the tank.” Craig lectured. It was almost impossible to tame a toddler, he was rambunctious, making Craig silently be thankful for not having his heirs.
“Hello,” Tweek joined them, sitting down next to Craig in front of the huge tank, enjoying the view. Craig pecked his lips.
“Help,” He pleaded, nodding towards the irrational child whose intent on licking the dirtied tank and leaving handprints. Tweek could only smirk. He always had the better patience among the two.
“Sterling, come here,” Tweek commanded. The boy instantly detached himself from the tank, walked over, and plopped onto the blonde’s lap. Craig shouldn’t be surprised but his pride was a tidbit insulted.
“Where’s Tricia?” His eyes refocused on the rippling water in the enormous tank. The sea turtle had the liberty to take off for a spontaneous swim.
“Sitting on the bench, eating string cheese.” Tweek brushed Sterling’s messy locks with his hands. The young boy preened under his ministration. It was obvious Tweek was the favorite, considering his husband was a fantastic cook, baker, and pianist. Sterling thrived under Tweek’s supervision. Yet, he was a little terrorist under Tricia’s and Craig’s guardianship.
Craig peeked behind him.
“Eating? More like passing out on some stranger’s shoulder.” He scoffed.
Thirty-five
Take us from the dark
Out where we can see
Captain's out to make his mark
This one's not to be
The piano music was replaced by a familiar tune, one that Craig hadn’t heard of in months, seeing that he was preoccupied with work and assisting in raising Sterling. He couldn’t help but allow himself to take a breather from his laboring in his office to find the source of his favorite song.
Light out wanderlust
Help us to be free
Light out wanderlust
Do it just for me
Wanderlust
Down the stairs, passing the powder room they’ve added in the living room a few years ago, and onwards to the pristine kitchen. There was five-year-old Sterling, sitting in the breakfast nook area with various books scattered over the table. Curiously, he strolled on over, kissing his nephew on his head.
“Hey squirt, what are you doing?” He requested. He peered over the books and realized it was Tweek’s doing.
Oh, where did I go wrong, my love?
What petty crime was I found guilty of?
What better time to find a brand new day?
Oh, wanderlust away
“Uncle Tweek was telling me about adventures, and I wanted to see.” Sterling chirruped sweetly. Craig lightly ghosted his fingers over the pictures. He knew they’ve taken plenty of pictures but never knew Tweek preserved them neatly in scrapbooks. Tonight, he’ll show his husband some good loving.
Carefully, he began flipping the pages in earnest.
The first picture was them, admiring the Grand Canyons, holding hands. They were painfully innocent since it was their first trip together, taking Craig’s crappy secondhand vehicle. They made it through. A second image was both males, standing in front of Harbucks, cheesing. This third snapshot was a memorable one. He didn’t notice but it was his silhouette, staring at green wavelengths in the night sky. Craig’s eyes felt a little misty. Damn, he’s getting too soft with age as he reminisces the first night they’ve plunged deeper into their connection.
The fourth made him smile, leaving Sterling perplexed. It was the four of them – Craig, Clyde, Token, and Tweek smiling in front of the Bellagio fountain. It was fucking cliché, but Clyde threatened to wail if they didn’t get a commemorative photo. A fifth provided a still shot of an unhappy Craig with Tweek’s arm circling his torso, smiling warmly. Craig still hated that stupid Skydeck along with its ridiculous lines.
There were two pages dedicated to Costa Rica, their first international trip as well as their first and last time doing fish pedicures. Craig privately reminded himself that he should book a pedicure date with his husband. In their mid-twenties were European heavy, prints of Spain, Germany, and the Netherlands had their respectable pages. His personal favorite was two of them, smiling at their expensive camera in front of the Brandenburg gate. Then Craig changed his mind, he saw the picture of Tweek staring into fields of tulips. He never looked more beautiful next to hues of reds, yellows, oranges, and whites. Tweek would probably digress.
Oh, where did I go wrong, my love?
What petty crime was I found guilty of?
What better time to find a brand new day?
Oh, wanderlust away
He faced images of Tweek’s proposal. He never knew the asshole had taken a picture of Craig staring over the citadel with the velvet box in his hand, mocking at Craig’s lack of attention. He couldn’t stay bitter as he flipped through another scrapbook of their small wedding and overly populated celebration party. The ending pages had a picture of them, standing in front of their Victorian home, holding up their keys as stereotypical, new homeowners.
The third scrapbook was filled with images of food, it was ridiculous how much they ate. Craig would admit it was a phenomenal trip. Vietnam was a different territory, with untouched land, clear waters, and fresh fruit. Tweek would admit it was one of his favorite countries. Though, Thailand had its special moments as he gazed at a polaroid shot of Tweek petting a gentle elephant. They both obstinately decided to not support a terrible industry that forced elephants to give tourists rides. It's inhuman how they’re treated. So, they opted for a nonprofit organization that rehabilitated elephants and allowed humans to assist in bathing and feeding. Craig left a few hundred dollars as a donation because it was a respectable occupation.
With the ending of their twenties, Craig stumbled on more photos from their early thirties. This specific one, Sterling was born. Craig was holding Sterling with Tricia snoozing in the background. Sterling’s first birthday; the child was a chunk, splattering chocolate cupcakes over his tray and all over his clothes. He was fucking cute.
“What are you doing?” A voice interrupted Craig’s expedition down memory lane. Tweek walked next to him, placing his cheek on his husband’s shoulder, glancing at his activity.
“Portugal was amazing,” He cooed. Craig nodded, obsessing over another image of him, Tweek, and Tricia holding toddler Sterling on the Cayman Islands, standing in front of their cruise boat. He remembered receiving one of the worse sunburns of his life. From that day, he devotedly lathered himself in sunscreen if he was going to be outside for long periods.
“Look, fishes!” Sterling pointed out. Tweek must’ve been obsessed with taking pictures of him because it’s another image of Craig’s silhouette, staring into the tank except there was Sterling next to him.
“I was showing him our fun travel dates,” Tweek brought up. Twenty-five years together, seven years of marriage, and a continuous cycle of adventures with Tweek were endless. Craig remembered that every year had to be a voyage, except, the younger he was fixated on a new location every year. Now, every passing year had allowed him to understand that adventures weren’t always secure. The journey wasn’t about the destination but in his case, it was his personal growth and who he had along the way. Tweek brought out the best in him and vice versa. They were not perfect, but they understand each other and just synced. It’s hard to summarize their love story but hell, it was one for the books.
“You were also playing Paul McCartney,” Craig mused. Sterling was still staring at the scrapbooks in amazement.
“I supposed we should plan something this year?” His husband was correct, per usual. “Any suggestion?”
“Disney!” Sterling passionately bellowed.
“Well?” Tweek laughed. Craig could never get sick of it.
“World, obviously.” Craig chimed, placing his pointer finger under his husband’s chin, kissing him gently.
“Guess I’ll make some calls.”
Dropping a line
Maybe this time
It's wanderlust for me
***
Call me, got some news.
Tricia collected a text from her brother. Curiosity got the best of her and dialed his number. He picked up on the third ring.
“What’s up?” She greeted, washing the carrots, celery, and potatoes in her sink. She pondered on making a chicken pot pie.
“We’re expecting,” He exhaled. Tricia almost dropped her phone. This couldn’t be real, right?
“No fucking way!”
“Yep.”
“When?!”
“Sometimes in a few days. Two girls, they’re sweet.” He idly gushed. Tricia could tell her brother was smitten. Her heart beats against her chest rapidly. Her wish was finally coming true!
“Have you met them?”
“Indeed.”
“What are their names?” Shit, if they’re getting them soon, Tricia needed to other some girl stuff asap. She couldn’t be bested, even if her competition was Clyde and Token.
“Lyra and Nova.” Holy fuck, cute girl names. Girl, girl, girl, girl, fucking girls. She almost drooled, imagining dressing them up as princesses. “Look at your message, I sent a photo.”
She placed him on speakerphone as she navigated toward her recent messages. It was a picture of Tweek, holding onto something furry in his hand as another furry creature was placed on his head. Then, it clicked, they were getting guinea pigs.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” She spitefully barked. Craig cackled his ass off.
“SUCKAAAA—OW!” Craig grumbled. “Honey, you threw an apple at me!”
“Stop dicking around.”
“Serves you right!” Tricia shouted and abruptly ends the call. She had to admit, the picture was adorable, it was only right to save it. And she did.
Craig was a jerk, toying with her emotions so recklessly. She longed for a niece or nephew for her brothers. It would be nice to have more children filling up their lives, laughing and running zoomies throughout both homes. She was positive their parents would’ve moved closer in a heartbeat if another child was secured via the married couple.
For a moment, she glanced at the locked screen she implemented on her phone. It was a trip to Disney world last year for Halloween. Their theme: Alice in Wonderland. She dressed as Alice, Tweek was the Red Queen, Craig was forced into the Mad Hatter costume and Sterling was the darling White Rabbit. They donned the same mouse ears, painted cardboard teapot pinned on the right, and painted cardboard teacups pinned on the left with splashes of gold glitter.
She sighed. She wanted her brother’s legacies to continue because they were such genuine people. She’s thankful they love Sterling and would sacrifice the world for him, but don’t they desire children for themselves? She knows it best to not pressure them, but again, she’ll repeat, they’ll make great parents!
She viewed the picture of them again.
She supposed Sterling could pass on their stories. After all, he’s their newly added variable into their wanderlust dreamland.