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It's the first sleepover they’ve had with just the two of them. Tweek is filled with extra anxiety, and it takes longer than usual for Craig to calm him down. It takes 2 cups of coffee, and 5 cookies and multiple hugs to get Tweek relaxed enough to get sleepy. After Craig’s mom bids the boys good night, they cuddle up in Craig's bed. It isn't until a few hours later that one of them wakes.
He doesn't know exactly what woke him,the grinding was one reason though. Tweek rubbing his against Craig’s leg, getting it wet. Craig doesn't understand what's happening, why is Tweek doing this. Is he awake? What is that? Why is it wet?
“Tweek,” he tries shaking him, “Tweek, wake up. What are you doing??”. Tweek jumps up, startled.
“WH-whaT??,” clearly not yet aware of what he’s been doing, “Craig? What's going on??”. Tweek looked sick, just slightly. He was sweaty, his face was beet red, and as always he was twitching.
“ You were doing something on my leg, it's wet. Look,” he said while motioning to their pants. He saw Tweeks confusion turn to shock, then panic.
“WHAT, W-what ThE-mnphhd,” he couldn't finish as Craig covered his mouth and shushed him. He took Tweeks hand as he spoke slowly,
“Shhh.. my parents are still sleeping, you need to calm down. I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, you have to be quiet. Ok honey?” he waited for the blonde to nod before doing as he said.
“ Craig, what's wrong with me??” The two looked down at Tweeks pants to see a bulge.
“ I don't know babe,” he said, then pointing at the bulge,“ is that your dick??” Tweek noded, tears in his eyes.
“What do I do? Help me!” he was panicking again, shaking. What could Craig do? He didn’t know what was wrong with Tweek. What was he supposed to do? Slowly, Craig brought his hand to the front of Tweek’s pants.
“What are you doing?” . Craig pressed down, “Ngh! Craig! What are you doing?”, it was wet, clearly the source of the damp stain on his leg.
“ I don’t know. Does it hurt?”, he looked up at Tweek’s face, “ should I get my parents?”. That idea didn't seem to please the blonde.
“NO!,” he yelled, “ what if they get mad or something?? I’m on thin ice with your dad already. I don't want them to see me like this.”
“Well? What do you want to do then? Call your parents?”. There weren't many options to pick from.
“ngh-No? I dOnt KNOW!” he was shushed again, "sorry ". Tweek was dangerously close to crying. Craig hugged him, they stayed like that for a bit.
“Shh calm down babe.” He considered their options, if they called Tweek’s parents, Craig's parents would have to wake up regardless, and Tweek was against that.
"We can search it up, " said Craig, "but if it's something serious, then we have to tell my parents, ok? ".
" ok".
Craig reached to the bedside table for his phone. The screen was too bright for both when it turned on, causing them to squint.
" What do I search for? "He asked, “what does it feel like?? Be specific". It was a few seconds before he got an answer.
“Uh-hm it feels hot? And-and hard, there's also clear stuff coming out, but not pee though! it’s sticky?”. He nodded in acknowledgement as he typed. The boys waited as the screen loaded. Tweek squeezed Craig's hand. They read from multiple websites before coming to a conclusion.
“Well honey, you either have brain cancer or have an erection. At Least according to google.” that didn't seem to comfort either of them, “I highly doubt that you have brain cancer, babe.”
“What if you're wrong?,” Tweek whisper-shouted, “what if it is cancer. Oh god, I'm gonna die!”.
“You’re not gonna die tweek, take a breath,” he said calmly, “it says ‘erections can occur to boys starting as early as 8 or 9.’ see?” he points at the screen, “it's normal. It says you just have to ‘mas-tur-bate’. Then it goes away.”
“H-how do I do it?”.
“Mm let me look,” he says scrolling, “oh found a video, ‘How to jack off’. Let's hope it's helpful.”
The video shows a man wearing a shirt way too small smearing his spit on his dick, rubbing it up and down while making weird noises and breathing too hard. After 10 minutes of watching the same repetitions, Craig skips to near the end of the video, annoyed with the guy's noises. After a while, the guy in the video speeds up enough and white stuff comes out.
“That doesn’t seem too bad, just copy what he did,” he says while closing the video, “You can go to the bathroom and do it there”.
“Wh-wait I’m scared, don't leave me!”, said in a panicked tone. Craig looked at him in an embarrassed manner.
“What do you want me to do dude? You need to take out your dick!”. Still, Tweek looked at him with pleading eyes. How was he supposed to say no to that? With a reluctant sigh, Craig nodded.
“ Fine. Do it here, but turn around. I'll be here I promise,” the dark-haired one said while turning to lie on his side, facing away from Tweek. The blonde followed his lead and lied down facing the opposite direction. Soon Craig heard shuffling, slow at first, then fast. Too fast. The noises Tweek was making didn’t sound like the right ones, he sounded frantic.
“Uhh babe?,” Craig questioned, “are you ok?”. A mostly rhetorical question.
“I don't know! Why isn't it going away? I'm doing what he did!”.
“ You have to calm down, Tweek. You’re supposed to feel good. Maybe you’re moving too fast? Try slowing down,” he reasoned. It didn’t seem to help. Tweek turned to Craig, so Craig did the same, “Tweek?”. As their eyes met he could see clearly that Tweek was crying, his whole body was trembling, and his hands were still in his pants.
“ Help me.. Please? It’s not working,” the blonde cried. Craig took a minute to nod, when he did they both sat up, leaning their pillows on the headframe of the bed. Tweek took his hand out of his pants, as Craig put his on top of Tweek’s dick. He didn't dare actually touch it. Just light rubs and strokes through the fabric.
“Does it feel ok?” he waited for a response, a quiet ‘mhm’ was heard. So he pressed harder, just a little.
“Ngh.. Craig.” That sounded more like it was supposed to, at least compared to before, so Crig took it as approval to continue. Tweek let out quiet moans and small gasps.
Craig didn’t know when, but they were sitting right next to each other now. Close enough that he could feel all of Tweeks little gasps, their thighs were touching with Tweek somewhat leaning into Craig. Holding onto his shirt tighter every time Craig went over the tip of his penis.
“Craig,” Tweek half whispered, “ it feels weird”. Unfamiliar with the experience, the dark haired questioned.
“What? Want me to stop?”. Tweek shook his head no. Then with a trembling voice,
“Like, like I need to pee? But not?” he let out a gasp as Craig circled his thumb over the head, “a-as if i'm gonna explode? But in a not bad way.” Tweek was basically fully hugging him now, making noises right next to his ear as he fastened the pace of rubbing. Honestly, his hand was getting tired from the odd angle, but with the way Tweek was reacting, he doubted it would be much longer. Especially the noises he was making, it wasn’t annoying like the guy in the video, Tweek’s noises sounded good. And it made Craig feel good knowing he was helping his boyfriend.
“Ah-ahh CrAig! I think- MH!” And there wasn't any time to finish the sentence, as white streaks of sticky stuff leaked out of Tweek’s pants. Craig worked him through his ‘orgasm’, his hand keeping the pace until there was no more white coming out. He brought his other hand to Tweek’s back and rubbed in circles in an attempt to comfort him.
“There there, feel better honey?”. Tweek’s ‘erection’ had gone away, “Honey?”. Craig then noticed his boyfriend's heavy breathing. He’d fallen asleep. Craig brought the blond into a lying position and brought the blanket up. He cuddled into his boyfriend, wrapped an arm around him, and lay there as he allowed sleep to overtake his body. They could clean up the sheets tomorrow.