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Craig's POV
Me and Tolkien glanced at each other as we watch Butters and Kenny. They were so in love it was almost sickening. I started to wonder if me and Tweek were like that. It's ok for us though because we're dating so it's not endless pining.
Speaking of Tweek, I turned to check on him. Tolkien started clearing the empty mugs away and picking up rubbish as I pressed my hand to Tweek's forehead. He was warm, but shivering. Tolkien came back and sat next to me, also checking Tweek's temperature. He furrowed his brow.
"He has a fever."
"Congrats Sherlock."
"I hate you Watson."
I smiled at our exchange.
"I need a damp flannel to bring the temperature down and a thin blanket, can you get me those?"
I asked sweetly. I batted my eyelashes at him, making him roll his eyes and pretend to throw up. Tolkien got up to get the requested items. I stared at Butters and Kenny. They were still hugging.
"Cough cough," I said, my voice dripping in sarcasm, "Hate to interrupt your little lovers moment, but we have things to do."
They both blushed furiously and skittered away to do stuff. I grabbed my phone and called Clyde, hoping he'd be able to come over and help out. He answered almost immediately and agreed to come over, so long and he got to play 'doctor'. Honestly, the sexual jokes never ended. Tolkien came back with a flannel and blanket, I took them and nodded thanks.
"Oh, I invited Clyde over by the way. He wants to play doctor." I said, emphasizing the doctor part. I watched him blush and start bashfully mumbling something.
I pressed the damp flannel to Tweek's head, letting Tolkien wrap the blanket around him. There was a knock at the door, I smirked as Tolkien basically tripped over himself to answer. Sure enough, it was Clyde.
Dressed as an effing nurse.
He strutted in, barely paying anyone any attention. Simply smirking at Tolkien. I watched in amusement as Tolkien resisted the urge to drag Clyde upstairs and do God knows what. Butters and Kenny re-emerged from deep in the house, flustered and blushing. They took one look at Clyde and burst out laughing. I smirked and put my focus back on Tweek. A pang of guilt echoed through me as I remembered why he was in this situation.
I was such a shitty boyfriend.
Tolkien's POV
Holy fuck.
It took every ounce of my self control not to drag Clyde upstairs and rip that stupid fucking costume off. The skirt was so short it was more like an extra wide belt, the shirt clung to his body just right, displaying his gorgeous figure and curves. I was mesmerized.
Clyde saw me staring and playfully grabbed my hand, dragging me upstairs. He tugged me into my room and closed the door behind us, smirking. His hands clasped my waist, my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. I leant in and kissed him.
Ok, so maybe when I went to Clyde's we did a little more than talk. But that isn't relevant.
His hands slipped up my shirt and glided across my bare skin. I pulled away from him and moved my hands to his chest, clutching his skimpy shirt. I threw him onto the bed roughly and pulled my shirt off.
"You gotta be quiet, there's guests downstairs." I murmured, crawling on top of him and kissing his neck.
Craig's POV
(note: ha u thought u were getting smut ‼️‼️)
"Ten bucks says they fuck." Kenny teased as Tolkien and Clyde disappeared upstairs.
Butters elbowed him in the ribs, but even he couldn't help but chuckle.
Tweek whimpered on the sofa next to me. He fucking whimpered. I watched as he opened his eyes and blinked a few times, probably trying to remember where he was and what happened. He sat up, way to quickly, causing his to sway uncertainly. I sat next to him, steadying him. He groaned and clutched his head.
"Ow."
"Hey, you ok?" I whispered. I didn't really need to whisper, but if his head was already aching I didn't want to make it worse.
"My head hurts and it's like negative 100 degrees in here." he mumbled.
"It's not that cold, you have a fever, you need to rest a bit."
I watched the thoughts unravel in his head. He was ill, therefore he would think he was going to infect everyone, and/or die.
"G-get away from me, you're going to c-catch my i-illness!" He said, scrambling to the other end of the sofa. I watched him chew his lip and grimace. His head must really be pounding.
"Hey, it's ok, it's just a fever. I'm not going to catch a fever." I tried to reason, "and you're not going to get anyone sick."
He started twitching and shaking, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. I crawled over to him and rapidly pulled his hands away.
"That's not going to help your headache."
He sighed and leant against me, defeated. He knew that no matter how hard he pushed me away I was just going to crawl back. I kissed the top of his head. He clung to me, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"
"E-everything aches a-and I feel l-like shit." He sobbed. I slid my arms around him, trying to soothe him. The sky outside began to darken, Tolkien was still upstairs. I needed to ask him if we could stay, since Tweek was clearly not well enough to walk.
Butters and Kenny wandered over to us and asked if we were staying.
"I don't know, I don't think Tweek is up to walking and Tolkien is too busy railing Clyde to tell us if we can stay or not."
"We'll help you guys home, no problem." Kenny yawned, clutching Butters hand. I smiled weakly.
Tweek could barely stand, so Kenny and I draped his arms over our shoulders. Butters left a note for Tolkien explaining that we'd gone home, and telling him to be quieter next time, even though we hadn't heard anything.
We somehow made it to my house with no incidents and safely got Tweek inside. I settled him on my sofa, not wanting to risk the stairs.
"It's late, you guys should stay." I offered. I was glad when they both declined. I escorted them out, closing the door firmly behind them.
I jogged upstairs, grabbed blankets and pillows before literally throwing them down the stairs. I went back to my room and found Tweek's pajamas exactly where he'd left them this morning. I chucked those downstairs too before making a last trip to get changed.
I tripped down the stairs, gathering the things I had thrown earlier. Tweek meekly took his clothes and wobbled to the bathroom. While he was gone, I set up a nest of blankets and pillows on the sofa and turned the TV on. I located my DVD of Alice In Wonderland, Tweek's favourite film. I turned the main light off, flipping a lamp on before going to check on Tweek.
I knocked on the bathroom door.
"Tweek? You ok honey?"
I heard the sounds of throwing up and retching. I pushed the door open gently. Tweek was huddled over the toilet, throwing up. I crept in and kneeled next to him. I pulled his hair out of his face and began rubbing gentle circles in his back.
Once he was done, I wiped his mouth and check him temperature again. He was significantly cooler than last time, but still overly warm. I fetched him a glass of water and guided him back to the living room. He sipped the drink, setting it on the table before crashing into the sofa. He pulled his knees to his chest and stared tiredly at the screen. I turned the movie on and swaddled him in blankets, letting him rest his head on my thighs.
Unsurprisingly, he fell asleep within minutes. I bundled myself in a blanket and gradually drifted to sleep.
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