Tweek came into the room just as I was beginning to drift into the welcoming arms of sleep. I was set at the desk, legs crossed with a blanket around my shoulders as I swayed in the black leather chair. It was quite soothing.

My senses sharpened as the door opened, and any thought of sleep was wiped from my mind as I noticed something different about Tweek.

He's changed his clothes.

The blanket falls from my shoulders, gathering at my waist comfortably. I'm still swaying in the chair.

Tweek just smiles at me as he changes into some pyjamas. I watch as he gently folds the clothes he had been wearing, my eyebrow raised. Tweek rarely folds his clothes. Whenever he's finished wearing something it always ends up on the floor, in a small corner.

What makes these clothes so special?

"Craig, I understand you think I'm extremely a-attractive." Tweek states, coughing when he says the word attractive. "But it is rude to stare."

"What's with the cough?" I question, standing from the chair. My blanket falls to the floor in a lifeless heap, and I step over it.

"I'm not sure." He coughs again. I raise my eyebrow.

"You didn't have it when you left."

"Maybe I was holding back the coughs as to not ruin the moment?" Tweek replies, moving closer to me.

I hum. "Is that even possible?"

Tweek takes another step forward, coughing a little. "I'm not sure, want to put it to the test?"

I move forward and take his hands, and push him against the bedroom wall. I pin them above his head with my left hand. Then, I let my right hand wander. I slip my hand up his pyjama shirt, my fingertips softly tracing his flat stomach. He gasps, then blushes at the movement. I allow my lips graze his cheek, linger on his jawline and then I get to his ear.

"No." I whisper, letting go of him. His hands fall limply to his sides, his breath hitched, legs wobbling.

"Tease." Tweek snaps, placing a hand over his stomach then sitting down onto our bed. I laugh, sitting down beside him.

"If you have a cough, I don't want to catch it." Tweek scoffs, leaning into me.

"I remember you having some sort of illness yet I still kissed you." He mumbles, his hot breath hitting my neck and making me shiver.

"I also remember you catching that illness and cursing my name." I reply, leaning back on the bed. Tweek falls with me, the sudden movement leaving him with nothing to lean on. He yawns.

Which of course causes me to yawn, and makes me remember how comfortable it was on the chair.

Tweek, already being in his pyjamas, scoots up to lie on the bed properly. He wiggles under the covers, kicking me in the process and I smile.

I stand up, changing into night wear then laying beside Tweek. Instantly, his arms latch around my waist.

I smile, feeling comfort wash over me as I'm engulfed in Tweek's sweet smell. Tweek mumbles something into my neck, something I can't quite catch. However, I don't get chance to actually question him.

His grip has already loosened, his breathing laboured. He's fast asleep, literally.

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