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Having dinner with the Tuckers is quickly becoming one of Tweek’s favorite pastimes. Not only because he’s able to get out of working a shift, but also because he’s able to spend some quality family time with Craig’s family. They’ve all accepted him with welcoming arms.
Though as of late, there’s one person in particular who’s been extremely welcoming.
It started off with stares that lingered with hints of interest. Tweek had never really paid much attention to the way Thomas would act around him, mainly because he had practically been terrified of him. And it wasn’t as if he was jumping for joy when news broke out that his son was dating another boy, and though Tweek’s never done anything wrong, at first, Thomas acted indifferent, but in the type of way that held resentment. And the next few times he had visited the Tuckers’ residence, Thomas had really been the only one who just didn’t appreciate his presence. Tweek really had wanted to shrug it off, because he’s not really there for him, he’s there for Craig, but Tweek knew that at some point, he would need to win at least his tolerance.
So one day, when Tweek’s over, Thomas had been out in the garage, working on one of his many projects. Tweek had insisted to Craig that he try and attempt to form some sort of bond with his father, because really, something is better than nothing. It had taken a lot of courage for Tweek to approach Thomas, visibly intimidated, but forced himself to try and be intrigued on what he had been working on. Thomas had been slightly taken aback at his sudden interest, but replied with gruff responses and passive indifference. It wasn’t until Thomas had ordered Tweek to pass him one of the tools on the opposite side of the work station, that had Tweek instantly moving, not wanting to anger the man. Tweek had noted that Thomas had that similar intimidating aura to him, and sharp, piercing eyes that matched Craig’s, only heavier with intensity. And he was someone that he didn’t want to piss off. “Yes, sir,” he had stated firmly as he instantly went to fetch the tool and offered it to a now stunned Thomas. The air in the air had shifted, and Tweek wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but he had avoided his gaze the rest of their time together. Tweek didn’t want to end on a bitter note, so he shyly called out to him to get his attention, and thanked Thomas for his time before running out.
The next time he’s visiting their home, Tweek had felt Thomas staring at him more than normally. Not that he wasn’t angry about it, but his anxiety had absolutely flared. Every time he’d shyly glance over to the patriarch, whether they had been in the kitchen grabbing some snacks, or in the living room as he and Craig would set up to watch a movie, Thomas’ gaze had not wavered. But he didn’t tell Craig, because at the end of the day, he was probably overthinking.
By then, Tweek had grown more confident to spend much more time at the Tuckers’ residence. He felt safe there, more than his own home that was lonely most of the time, and the Tuckers had become more routine in his life. And this also meant that he had seen more of Thomas routinely.
Thomas had changed. Tweek hadn’t been sure exactly what caused it, and he’s not really one to pry, but he comes to find out that Thomas is actually quite a funny person. He’ll crack a random joke here and there, and Tweek notes that he’s got Craig’s dry, deadpan humor. He’ll ask about Tweek’s day, too, and he can’t help but get a bit excited as he feels as if there’s finally some progress with their relationship. Though, he doesn’t let his guard slip too far, because he knows that Thomas still expects the same amount of respect as he normally would give. Tweek notes that Thomas often nods in approval when he refers to him with an honorific. Perhaps it’s the need for power, or maybe it’s some sort of patriarchal thing, but Tweek doesn’t dare try to question it.
He’s also starting to grow closer to Tweek—and not just figuratively, either. Tweek’s noticed that Thomas is consistently near him when he’s in their house. His hands are huge, as he’s felt them on his shoulders when Thomas has to push him to the side, or when Thomas playfully runs a hand through his blond locks with a dry chuckle. There are often times when Tweek feels Thomas get really close to him, especially from behind, and though Tweek finds it weird, the last thing he wants to do is piss him off, so he stays quiet and lets it go. It’s not until one day, when Tricia insists on obtaining a family photo for her scrapbook, when the Tuckers are forced to huddle together in front of a propped up cell phone on the television stand. Thomas is almost too tall for the frame, but Tweek is short, so he makes it a point to get behind him for the photo. Tweek feels like he should say something, but he’s already being tugged against Craig’s side, while Laura and Tricia hover on the other end of the couple. Even though Craig’s arm drapes around Tweek’s shoulders, he stiffens when he feels Thomas’ larger body pressing up against him from behind. And he’s astonished that nobody seems to notice, but he’s too afraid to even speak up, so he gives it his best attempt at a smile to the camera and ignores the awkward tension in the air, and the bumping of Thomas’ crotch to his ass.
And ever since then, Tweek can’t stop thinking about it. He can’t stop thinking of the implication of it, of how possibly Thomas seems to have an alternative motive to his change in dynamic, how it could be possible that he’s seeking something much more sinister and taboo. Tweek can’t help feeling that way, because his paranoia forces him to believe the most extreme scenarios, which normally have him stressing out. The difference between this, however, is the fact that deep within the pit of his entire being, Tweek isn’t bothered by it. Perhaps it’s the lack of a father figure he’s desperately been seeking out from Richard as he receives nothing in response, but he finds himself wanting to go back to visit the Tuckers—or perhaps, just a certain Tucker.
By now, Tweek’s practically living with the Tuckers. He’s consistently at their residence, and it’s definitely not because of Tweek’s sudden fascination with Thomas—or so he likes to think. Thomas is home much more often, he notes, and their interactions are much more intimate. Tweek asks for some advice, Thomas provides it in a fatherly manner, and so on. Tweek catches more of Thomas’ staring, and finds that Thomas’ hands are on him more often than they should be, and Tweek hates that he likes it. He likes when Thomas pushes him aside to make room for himself to pass, he likes when Thomas hovers behind him as he’s reaching on his tiptoes for more coffee from the cupboards, how Thomas has outright grabbed Tweek’s slim waist, lifting him up without breaking a sweat.
Maybe it’s the secrecy of it all—Tweek really misses the covertness of his and Craig’s relationship, because there had been a thrill to it all, having to be intimate in secret. Or maybe it’s the fulfillment of a father figure that has Tweek swooned for the way Thomas acts around him.
There’s also the possibility that Craig has already noticed the way his father treats his boyfriend. It’s not like Tweek is always by himself in that house—Craig’s clingy and rarely leaves Tweek by himself. He’s caught the way sometimes Craig will stare at his father, both sharing that odd, stoic gaze that Tweek is sure can be interpreted as a full conversation between the two. There’s a lot of nodding between them, like acceptance, and Tweek wonders if maybe they’re both acknowledging the weirdness of it all, the way Tweek isn’t bothered at all by this.
It’s worse with each passing day, the tension is so thick between the three, and Tweek’s starting to grow impatient. Because it’s almost very evident what’s going on between them, and though he’s ridden with guilt at the fact that he’s doing this to Thomas out of all people, he can’t help it. His mind has already started to wind up the most bizarre fantasies that no normal person should harbor about their potential father-in-law, but Tweek’s not really normal himself, or so he had been told numerous times by numerous people.
Dinner is the excuse that’s frequently used to keep Tweek around longer, because it only calls for tense stare offs under the guise of family bonding with good food. Laura normally makes dinner, Tricia’s almost always upstairs in her room, and Thomas is out in the garage, waiting for dinner. Normally, Tweek is with Craig in his room, but today, Craig’s having to take an earlier shower due to the intimacy they shared in the heat of the moment. Normally, they’re so careful about being intimate when everyone else is home, but Tweek’s been extremely pent up from all of this, and his urges are more prominent. He has a feeling that Craig knows exactly what’s causing the urges, but he’s not angry or anything, especially when he’s got Tweek forced down into his pillow as he plunges his ass with his cock. He’s rough, exactly how Tweek likes it, too, and by the time he comes in his ass, they’re both a panting, sweating mess. Tweek’s trembling like crazy, naked in Craig’s bed, while Craig’s practically still fully clothed. The last thing he needs is to go to dinner with a fucked out presence, and he tells Tweek to dress and try not to seem suspicious while he takes a quick shower.
Tweek doesn’t think that going to Tricia’s would be the smartest idea, especially when he’s still a bit turned on by his quickie with Craig, and he doesn’t want to interrupt the missus, so he decides to linger down to Thomas’ area in the garage. He makes sure to close the door as he approaches. And he doesn’t even approach all the way, either, because Thomas is giving him a look—as if he knows that Tweek’s just been fucked upstairs. His eyes, for the first time, gleam with an intensity that mirrors the same intensity that Craig harbors when they’re about to get intimate. And in all honesty, Tweek merely chews on his lower lip, plays stupid, and asks Thomas what he’s doing. He doesn’t stop nor move away when Thomas stands up and circles around the workstation, saying nothing, as if they both know what Tweek is really there for.
When Thomas pushes Tweek against the table, he moans out shamelessly. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, Tweek notes, because Thomas is hasty with his movements, forcing a large hand down his jeans and gripping him tight. He’s pressing his own growing erection against Tweek’s ass, only grunting when Tweek pushes into him as encouragement, reminding him that they’re on a time crunch. Thomas then shimmies Tweek’s jeans down, pushes Tweek’s upper body onto the table, spreading his ass apart. He’s not surprised to see cum already leaking out of his hole, and he doesn’t even bother to ask Tweek for consent, as he’s already ramming a finger inside of him. He’s quite loose already, which is perfect, since they don’t have enough time to prep him. Tweek’s trembling, but not in fear, rather excitement and pleasure, because he’s about to experience what he’s wanted ever since Thomas started giving him the weird signals, the firmness of his touch, and his overall odd demeanor that’s had alternative, much more devious undertones.
After hearing the echo of a zipper, and some movements later, Tweek gasps upon feeling the head of Thomas’ cock pressing against his hole. He knows that Thomas is probably going to be rough, perhaps even quick, given the time crunch they’re currently in, so he balls up a bit of his shirt and shoves it into his mouth so he can keep quiet. Thomas seems to appreciate that, because in return, he reaches down and firmly strokes Tweek’s hardness, causing his back to arch, Thomas’ cock sinking into his ass. Tweek’s moans muffle and his eyes roll to the back of his head as Thomas makes no attempt to be gentle, shoving his cock in one swift thrust, up to the hilt. He accidentally breaks out into a hefty groan, murmuring something about how he’s finally got him, and grinds his hips against Tweek’s ass, as if relishing his tightness. Tweek finds the entire ordeal so hot, too. There’s satisfaction knowing that he’s coaxed this man into this, and there’s no going back.
Thomas pounds into the blond, roughly too, and his long strokes hit at just the right spot each time. Tweek’s eyes are already prickling with tears as he hides his face into his arms, moaning deliciously as Thomas practically has his way with him. The table audibly rocks as it echoes with their skin slapping, plap, plap, plap, the rougher Thomas goes, as if he’s needing to finish before they’re caught. But Thomas allows his inhibitions to go, because he’s starting to let his groans slip out louder, his thrusts are growing faster, and he’s starting to degrade Tweek by calling him a slut and a homewrecker, which Tweek can only agree and nod helplessly to.
And it’s not until Tweek blurts out “Daddy,” that really puts Thomas on edge, because he’s now commanding Tweek to call him as such. Tweek almost forgets that they have to stay quiet as his moans are practically incessant and loud, but he does remember to bite down on his shirt as his body bounces from the rough thrusting. It’s like Thomas has been very pent up just like he has, because when he finally orgasms with a low groan of pleasure, Tweek’s quickly filled up to the brim, and when he pulls out, more ropes of cum shamelessly paint Tweek’s ass and lower back. He doesn’t forget about Tweek once he’s finally done, because he reaches down and strokes his weeping cock a few times as he coaxes his own orgasm from him with a choked out cry of, “Daddy!”
Thomas is quick to get them cleaned up, and just in time too, as Laura calls out for dinner. Tweek’s barely able to walk, so Thomas has to help with getting him to his feet. But Tweek takes it like a champ, as it’s not his first time being fucked like that. It’s a miracle, but Tweek’s guided to the dinner table in his normal spot next to Craig, and soon, everyone’s at the table enjoying dinner.
Tweek’s practically fucked out and is in a visible daze, but he’s still coherent enough to make it seem like he’s still there and not in the clouds. He reaches for Craig’s hand under the table, and squeezes affectionately. He sees the way Craig glances over at Thomas, and they nod once more like they normally do, though Tweek now has a feeling of what exactly they are nodding about. When Craig turns to Tweek, he’s got a small smile gracing his lips, and Tweek can’t help but melt under it. He reaches over and kisses him on the cheek, confirming Craig’s silent suspicions.
It seems dinner with the Tuckers is definitely his favorite pastime.