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Craig knew as soon as he arrived that he hated it at the party. The music was loud, people were drunk and yelling, and the carpet was disgustingly stained. Which he kept staring at to avoid eye contact with strangers. God the carpet was disgusting, but it definitely beat getting talked to by some random drunken person.
He managed to stay with Thomas and their friends for a good hour, but they wanted to join a drinking game. Craig would rather die. So he put on his best fake smile and said he didn't mind finding someone else to talk to while they played. The last thing he wanted was to ruin their fun, they were the ones who wanted to go to the party in the first place. If he made everything suck they probably wouldn't like him anymore. Or worse, they wouldn't like Thomas anymore which would lead to his only real friend hating him.
So Craig found a corner and tried to make himself disappear in it until they found him. The corner was fine, he just leaned against the wall and watched as the other people enjoyed the party. A lot of the costumes were fun, he played a little game with himself trying to figure out whose was store bought and who had made their own. That's when he spotted a blond in a skimpy witch costume. Store bought. More importantly, hot.
Craig has put exactly zero effort into meeting people in college, his dating history is pretty pathetic. He definitely appreciates pretty boys, he likes seeing attractive guys. Talking to them is extremely out of the question though. What would he say? There's nothing interesting about him, he's average looking at best, and talking to people he isn't attracted to is already anxiety inducing.
So Craig just watched as the cute witch guy did a shot with his also pretty cute nun buddy. They were both dressed in those women's costumes that are designed to be slutty, so they're probably gay. Or just extremely comfortable with their masculinity. Craig kind of hopes the cute witch is gay, even if he doesn't have the balls to talk to him.
Then they made eye contact. The witch looked right at him and smiled. Craig quickly turned his gaze to the horrible carpet once more, terrified of how creepy he probably looked standing in a corner by himself just staring. When he was brave enough to look up again his heart nearly exploded, the witch was standing right beside him.
“What are you supposed to be?” He asked, leaning against the wall beside Craig, the costume up close was so much. Just so much. The dress was short, so short, it was a dark green with a layer of black lace over top in spider web patterns. It covered his whole chest, but most of the back was exposed. On his long legs were lace stockings, connected to a garter belt at mid thigh. On his feet were little black boots with a short heel. Craig quickly brought his attention to the blond's face rather than his thin body.
“A, um, I'm a vampire,” he mumbled nervously, just slightly audible over Thriller blasting through the shitty sound system. Talking to this way too hot stranger had his pulse quickening.
“Do you have fangs?” The cute witch asked with a smile before sipping his drink.
“They, uh, I did,” he shrugged, shrinking in on himself a bit. Nerves and anxiety making him wish he could just disappear, “um, they fell out. This, some guy stepped on them,” not only was one of the most beautiful people he's ever seen talking to him, Craig was sounding like a total loser.
The witch laughed, covering his mouth with a hand as he did so. It sounded like he was faking it a bit, Craig wondered if it was because the blond didn't like his laugh or if he was just badly covering up laughing at Craig, “well how are you going to bite me without those?” He asked coyly, leaning forward on his tiptoes. Craig's brain shutdown for a second.
“Uh, what?” He asked meekly. Craig felt a bubbling in his gut like when he was getting made fun of in high school. Was that what this was? Some pretty boy who spotted an easy target to tease?
“I'm Tyler,” he said after a chuckle, “what's your name?”
“Oh, um, I'm Craig. It's, it's nice to meet you,” he said nervously, eyes finding the stained carpet again. Honestly he was doing pretty good talking to Tyler, especially with how cute he was. He still felt pathetic though.
“Do you like my costume?” Tyler asked, gesturing to his little dress with the hand not holding a solo cup.
“Oh, it's,” Craig looked him over again and cleared his throat, sexy, so fucking hot, making me weak in the knees, fuck not even the costume that's just you, “pretty.”
“Aw thanks,” Tyler smiled, running a hand down his chest, “the hat keeps falling off, but I think it's too cute to ditch.”
“Yeah, uh, totally,” Craig nodded, his hands clutching the sides of his cape in hopes to stop them from trembling, “it's, it's cute.”
“You don't have a drink?” Tyler asked, tilting his head slightly and nearly losing the hat. Craig's hand coming up to stop it from falling being the only reason it was still on his head. Tyler smiled a little wider as Craig quickly pulled his hand back. That's when it hit him, this actually so beautiful man was flirting with him. Right? That's what it had to be. As insane as that concept is.
“I, um, I don't really drink,” Craig shrugged, back to gripping his cape with both hands. He sounded like a loser, or Tyler was going to start checking the backs of his hands for x’s. But a guy doing shots with sexy nuns probably isn't into the whole straight edge thing. So, a loser.
“Well that's fine,” Tyler bounced on his toes, “as long as you're having fun, who cares.”
“Right,” Craig's eyes narrowed in on his least hated stain, it looked like the moon if he didn't think too hard about it. Fun, he wasn't having any fun. He got dragged to a party he didn't want to go to just to feel like he had to hide in a corner to not ruin other people's fun.
“Are you not having fun?” Tyler asked, moving closer to speak a little quieter over the music. The cute witch inching closer had Craig getting even more nervous.
“I don't really like parties,” Craig admitted shyly.
“Aw, that's okay,” he said as he softly placed a hand on Craig's arm, sending tingles up and down his veins, “you can hangout with me, I'll make sure you have fun,” he winked as Craig looked back at him. Flirting. Why is this guy flirting with someone as pathetic as Craig?
“Okay,” he mumbled, giving Tyler a small shy smile. If anyone was going to flirt with him he was happy it was Tyler, the guy seemed nice. He didn't judge Craig for not drinking, he didn't get annoyed that he wasn't having fun. Tyler was certainly way too cool to be talking to him, Craig couldn't think of a single reason why someone as cute as Tyler would even give him a second glance.
Yet the way too cool and way too hot witch stayed in the corner with the way too lame Craig and talked to him for an hour. When Tyler finished his drink he tossed it towards a small table, missing, it hit the corner then the floor. Adding a new stain to the carpet. Craig couldn't be bothered with that though. He was far too interested in keeping up conversation with the pretty witch.
It was making him nervous how Tyler kept finding excuses to touch him, or when Tyler would say things like, “your eyes are pretty,” or, “I love how tall you are.” It was one hundred percent flirting, which Craig really had no experience with. No one ever flirted with him. Why would they? Why was Tyler?
“So, uh, you go to NYU?” Craig asked as Tyler toyed with the strings of his cape around his neck. His cool, slender fingers kept brushing his throat which was making him very sweaty.
“Nope,” he popped the p, smiling up at Craig before trailing his fingers over his neck towards his hair. Craig shivered from the touch, his face probably permanently stained red, “a friend of a friend is throwing the party.”
“Oh, uh, cool,” Craig mumbled, eyes wide as Tyler leaned against his chest and ran his fingers through Craig's hair. No one had ever touched him this much. Dating Thomas was really all the experience he had, back with Tweek they had been too young to even think of doing anything more than holding hands obviously. Not even when he was dating Thomas did the other boy touch him so much in that whole year compared to Tyler in just the short time they'd spent chatting.
“You’re so cute,” Tyler cooed, “I love your eyes,” it was making Craig feel like mush. This absolutely beautiful person was throwing compliments his way. The butterflies that had made their home in Craig's stomach were multiplying at rapid speeds.
He wanted to flirt back, but just had no idea how to even start. Flirting wasn't something he ever did or wanted to do, not until that very moment, “you're, you're very, um,” Craig cleared his throat, nervously placing his hands on Tyler's waist, “you're beautiful,” he managed to get out and the blond chuckled. He buried his face in Craig's chest, “really, um, I think you're gorgeous.”
“Thank you Craig,” he purred, twirling a strand of black hair around his finger, “you know, I wouldn't mind getting out of here with you.”
“Wh-what?” He choked out the word, eye brows shooting up. Too fast! He only just managed to compliment the guy.
“Well,” Tyler elongated the word, leaning back to look up at Craig through his lashes, “you're super hot, I'm really horny, we should get out of here.”
“Oh, uh, well,” Craig swallowed, his eyes darting around the room, “th-thanks, T-Tyler, but, uh, I don't…uh, I've never..” fuck this was too embarrassing. The furthest he's gone is closed mouth kissing! Now this fucking perfect, sexy, beautiful blond was clearly interested in a lot more than that. Craig had no idea what to do.
“Oh!” Tyler giggled, wrapping his arms around Craig's neck, “you've never what?” He asked flirtatiously before kissing along Craig's jaw.
“Um, w-well,” he let out a shuddered exhale as Tyler kissed down his throat, “I've never done more than kiss a guy,” he whispered, eyes squeezed shut with his confession. This was getting really close to becoming the most embarrassing moment of his life. Craig Tucker, age 21 just admitted to being a virgin to the sexiest guy ever. Also the only guy to ever hit on him. Oh how he wished the carpet stains would eat him alive.
“That's adorable,” Tyler teased, getting up on his tiptoes again, “do you want to kiss me, Craig?” He asked, tilting his head and letting the witch hat glide to the floor. Craig was too stunned to try and save it.
“Y-yes,” Craig breathed out, his hands gripping a little tighter to Tyler's waist. The blond flashed a him a smirk before leaning into the kiss, pressing Craig against the wall as he took control of it. Everything about kissing Tyler was different to Craig's only experience with kissing. The small blond was rough, holding him tight and basically devouring his mouth. It was definitely hot, for sure making his skinny jeans feel a little extra skinny.
Kissing Tyler had Craig's bones feeling gooey, his body was so hot, his hands shaking on the other boys thin hips. It was like his spine was connected to a generator. Nothing felt normal but it felt so unbelievably right. He wanted to melt against Tyler forever, let him keep pressing his pretty lips against Craig's until he couldn't breathe anymore. Even when Tyler's tongue entered the equation he was thrilled despite always assuming kissing with tongue would be gross. To be fair what they were doing was gross, there was another person's spit in his mouth. It didn't feel gross though.
When Tyler pulled away Craig felt like he lost something special. He opened his eyes and watched as those long blond lashes fluttered open. It was official, Tyler was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. He wanted to see him every day. Kiss him every day. Hold him in this tight embrace forever. Tyler was so sweet while also being flirty and fun. He was nothing like Craig was used to, but God did he want to know him from top to bottom.
“I've, um, this is the first party I've ever gone to,” Craig admitted with a nervous laugh, “I really didn't want to go actually, but, uh, now that I've met you… I'm really glad I came.”
“You're so cute,” he smiled, batting his lashes, “I'm glad you came too.”
“Can, can I kiss you again?” Tyler just laughed and leaned back in. They made out in the corner for a while, it felt like years and seconds all at once. The longer they stayed there, the more confident Craig was getting. He wanted more, he wanted Tyler. His hands started to wander from his waist, touching his hips and back. Part of him wanted to explore lower, but he didn't know if that was allowed. The absolute last thing he wanted was to make Tyler uncomfortable.
Craig softly ran his fingers over the exposed section of Tyler’s back, eliciting a surprised moan from the blond, “you're so soft,” Craig murmured against his lips, running his fingers up and down his spine. Tyler's skin was smooth and warm, just touching it gently had his fingertips tingling.
“Craig,” Tyler whined, pressing his erection against his leg, “I need you.”
“Oh,” Craig pulled back a little too fast, hitting his head against the wall, “fuck, uh, s-sorry,” he looked down at Tyler with wide eyes, “sorry! I wasn't, I'm not, I just wasn't expecting it,” never in his life had another man's dick touched him. Especially not a hard one. It was a lot, too much really. Kissing was so good, he wasn't sure he could handle anything more so quickly.
“It's okay,” he snorted. It was extremely cute, “your campus is close to here, right?”
“Uhuh,” he nodded dumbly, a half put together plan formed in his head. Maybe they could just talk and get to know each other more. Maybe they could just make out and not go any further. Craig could get Tyler's number and they could go on a few dates. He just had to do his best to keep talking. It was going to be hard, but Craig wasn't ready for sex. He didn't want to just fool around with this guy, he wanted to really know him.
“Wanna show me your dorm?” He asked coyly, slowly backing out of their embrace.
“Uh, sure,” Craig swallowed, he took a deep breath before grabbing Tyler by the hand, “it's, um, it's about a fifteen minute walk,” he said in a hurry, leading them through the crowded living room. Holding hands was his favorite, it was probably childish of him, but it felt special for some reason. He liked the feeling of Tyler's thin, boney fingers laced with his own. How cool his hand was to the touch. Craig tried not to worry about how clammy and gross his own hand probably felt.
After a few minutes outside Tyler was starting to shiver, Craig untied his cape and wrapped it around the thinner boy's body. It probably wasn't super warm, but it definitely would provide more warmth than just the tiny dress. He hoped his flirting wasn't too lame.
“Oh shit,” Craig sighed, looking at Tyler sadly.
“Wh-what?” he asked a little quietly.
“Your cute hat,” Craig said with a pout before running his fingers through Tyler's extremely soft blond hair, “it's probably still on the floor.”
“It's just a hat,” Tyler breathed out. He still looked cold, the cape probably wasn't good enough.
“Your hair is cute too though,” Craig smiled, “I like it,” he was trying his best. Flirting wasn't coming easy to him, but he wanted Tyler to know he liked him.
The rest of the walk he just started rambling about the stars, it was always his go to topic of conversation when he didn't know what else to say. The light pollution in New York was even worse than Boston though, so pointing them out was near impossible. Still, Craig knew which constellations were visible if the sky was clear. He really hoped it wasn't boring Tyler, the blond mostly just nodded and hummed in response.
They arrived at Craig's dorm building and he signed in his guest awkwardly. Craig had never actually signed a non-student in before, and Tyler seemed extremely nervous about having to hand over his ID in order to be allowed in. The ride up the elevator was silent and awkward. Then he was leading Tyler into his and Thomas's shared dorm room.
The blond froze in the center of the room, staring at Craig's bed. It took him a second to realize what Tyler was looking at, but boy did embarrassment flood him when he figured it out. The alien plush Tweek won him was sat on his lazily made bed. The lumpy, old, juice stained, one eyed alien he treasured.
“So,” he awkwardly cleared his throat, hoping to get Tyler to pay attention to him instead of the childish stuffed animal on his bed.
“Where did you get this?” Tyler asked, walking to the bed and picking the damn thing up.
“Um,” Craig laughed nervously, he sighed and decided he might as well admit the truth. Even if it was embarrassing, Tweek would always be important to him, “my, um, my first boyfriend in elementary school gave it to me,” he whispered.
“That's so weird,” Tyler mumbled, looking the alien over, “I, uh,” he looked at Craig, a blush on his cheeks. It was definitely pretty, but Craig couldn't really focus on that once he noticed how wet Tyler's eyes had gotten.
“Hey, are you okay?” He moved on instinct towards him, “what's wrong?”
“When I was nine,” Tyler whispered, holding the alien against his chest, “I won this exact same thing at a carnival, I, I only wanted to win it because the boy I liked loved space,” Craig swallowed and furrowed his brow, “he, he loved it.”
“What?” He whispered back, what a fucking insane coincidence. Part of his brain was screaming that this guy in front of him was Tweek, but that was impossible. First of all, his name was Tyler, second the Tweek Craig knew was nothing like him. Tweek was skittish and nervous, he went bright red anytime Craig said he was cute. The idea that his childhood love would grow up to become anything like Tyler made no sense.
“It's just, it's really fucking weird man,” Tyler laughed wetly, “like, his name was Craig too. So, so it's just really fucking weird.”
“His name was Tweek,” Craig said in a hush, he watched as Tyler's eyes went wide. The alien fell from his hands to the floor and tears started rolling down the man's cheeks. Craig was at a loss for what to do.
“Craig?” He swallowed and wiped a hand under his eyes, “you're not, you can't be Craig Tucker.”
His heart basically stopped, “you can't be Tweek,” he blurted out.
“I, I am,” he whispered, “Tweek Tweak, I… holy shit!”
Craig sat down on his bed in awe, his mind going wild and his chest pounding. This was either the cruelest joke ever played on him or Tyler was actually Tweek.
“You, you told me you wanted to be my boyfriend the summer before fourth grade,” Tyler said, falling to his knees in front of Craig, “you gave me a crushed flower and I kept on my desk until it literally turned to dust and you made me clean it up.”
“You said your name was Tyler,” Craig said slowly, struggling to process everything.
“I lied, I, uh,” he laughed nervously, “when I hookup with people I always give them a fake name.”
“You…hookup with people?” Craig whispered, he probably shouldn't be as jealous as he was. He couldn't help it though, especially not if this really was Tweek.
“Um, yeah?” He shrugged, rubbing his arms.
“You're really Tweek?” He eyed the man in front of him. There were similarities if he was looking for them, big green eyes, freckles on his face and arms, the messy blond hair. Obviously he was cute, no way Tweek grew up to be anything but cute.
“I'd show you my ID,” he chuckled, “but they have it downstairs.”
“I don't know what to say,” Craig mumbled, watching as Tweek got up to sit on the bed beside him.
“I have so much to say,” the blond said softly, running a hand through Craig's hair, “I'll start with I missed you.”
“I missed you so much,” tears were welling in his eyes, but Craig couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed. Tweek leaned forward and placed a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. Craig's arms wrapped around his body and pulled him as close as he could. They spent the rest of the night catching up on the last ten years.
Craig couldn't make eye contact as he talked about how horrible Boston was. Tweek cried telling him about Stan. Craig laughed as he explained his friendship with Thomas. Tweek got embarrassed recounting stories of getting high with Kenny and Butters. Craig felt lame talking about how he'd never actually gotten over Tweek. They kissed a few times, somewhere along the way they ended up cuddling in Craig's little dorm bed.
The sun was rising when they finally passed out, but they both rested easy knowing they had so much more time. It was 2000 when Craig and Tweek found each other again, the first day of November when Craig asked if they could get dinner together. Tweek laughed and simply said, “of course.”