#creekyle

Tweek HATES him!!

Tweek is more than enough for his alpha. He’s been feeling so betrayed that he’s been acting up, knocking things off counters, refusing to eat his broccoli, things he hasn't done in a long time now.

If Craig was so bored he could have just started learning how to knit. Tweek hates Kyle so much. Sooo much. Even though he knows that alphas as big and virile as Craig need more than one pet. Even though he knows Craig doesn’t like it when he hisses or raises his lip at Kyle. But none of that means he has to like or even be nice to the stupid new boy. He will NEVER, never EVER forgive Kyle for stealing his alpha away from him. 

Craig always voices his displeasure when the two fight, but Tweek’s pretty sure he actually thinks it's funny. Because if he really wanted to, he could make the two behave. Or maybe he’s just stepping back and trying to let them play out their differences on their own. Too bad that will never happen. Has he mentioned how much he hates Kyle?

He always tries to act like he’s above acknowledging Tweek’s antics, ‘cause he’s sooooo much better than he is, but Tweek sees the way his own lip curls whenever Tweek does something that finally manages to get under his skin. Kyle is not the angel Craig thinks he is. Tweek sees all of it. Alllllll of it. So why is it that Craig can’t also see it when Kyle smirks and sticks out his tongue, like he's a fucking child? It’s not like his short temper is some big secret either. Alpha definitely has to be deliberately ignoring Kyle piss Tweek off. No other explanation for not immediately addressing Kyle’s terrible naughty behavior whenever he does something stupid like exaggerate his stupid little moans or wiggle his stupid little ass right in front of Tweek’s face. 

Alpha must be punishing Tweek for something. Even though he said he was sorry for pushing his favorite succulent off the windowsill. Tweek may be unhappy with the current state of things but even he can see that that might have been a bit too much. This is why Tweek’s been trying his extra hardest to make him happy so he can be forgiven and Kyle can go back to the shelter where he belongs. 

His alpha. HIS!

Because of this mess Tweek now has to have sex when Kyle’s sleeping or out. Right now he’s in their playroom, on his knees pleasuring Craig, feeling smug as hell but then remembering he’s supposed to be apologetic. He bats his eyes at the attention as he sucks around him and Alpha lets out a pained gasp. Encouraged, he swallows deeper and deeper, trying to see what other sounds he can pull out of him. He’d be lying if he said some part of this wasn’t due to his little rivalry. Kyle can barely make Craig’s tea the right temperature. How does he think he’ll ever get Alpha to sound like this? Tweek can feel himself getting wetter and wetter as his alpha pants, so sexy, and rolls his hips and fucks his mouth slowly. He swirls his tongue around the head, licking softly, trying to show with his eyes how sorry he is about Alpha’s succulent. It was just the pot that broke, the plant is fine…Tweek’s really sorry, he won’t do it again, so can Kyle please go home now? His eyes flutter shut as he feels Craig hit the back of his throat. Oh fuck yes, thank you, that feels so good…

He snaps out of his daze when he hears the door open. He whips to glare at him, but Kyle actually continues to walk in.

Tweek pulls off and hisses. Who the fuck does this entitled hussy think he is? Alpha is his! TWEEK’S!

Craig swats his head, lightly.

“Tweek, be nice,” he warns. “You can come in, Kyle, as long as you two don’t fight.” 

Even with Tweek’s best scary lip curl Kyle still comes in and sits down next to him. He sticks his tongue out, god he is such a fucking CHILD, and flashes him a quick finger.

Tweek feels his hair raise. That little fucker! He totally just flipped him off! Oh god, he’s been here way too long. Alpha is already rubbing off on him. It’s time to go Kyle, time to go, please-

With the patience of a thousand nuns Tweek turns and ignores him and just tries his best to focus on satisfying his alpha. Channels his anger, uses it to force himself down, making himself gag, using the resulting saliva to thoroughly and sloppily work Craig back to the edge. His eyes close and his brow furrows with determination. 

The unspoken agreement between them hangs heavily in the air. Whoever makes Alpha come first will get his cock.

Tweek moans when he starts to feel his big heavy balls draw up, can tell he’s close when suddenly, Kyle yanks at his hair and pulls him off. Ow! What the fuck?! He takes a deep breath and wipes his mouth, getting ready to slap some sense into Kyle, but the stupid asshole literally has the GALL to push him away.

“Get off already, you incompetent troglodyte. This is how you do it,” he scoffs, sinking down. He didn’t say that out loud, not really, but Tweek knows what he’s saying in his head.

Kyle takes over, starts bobbing, moaning like a cheap pornstar, using Tweek’s hard work and spit to easily get the whole thing down his throat. Tweek is so angry. He can’t decide whether to keep glaring at Kyle’s stupid face or look at Alpha's handsome one, flushed bright red, eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure.

Tweek watches Kyle’s pathetic performance, mentally critiquing the whole time. Dumb whore really thinks he’s going to win. Doesn’t he know that Tweek has been making Alpha come for years now, way before Kyle showed up? They don’t need him here. 

But when he notices Alpha’s moans get higher and his hips start to twitch, he has to stop and intervene. He could do so nicely, but he thinks it’s only fair to pull Kyle’s hair too. Off, you dumb dog! He raises his lip, a little more smug when Kyle doesn’t fight him. See, stupid slut can’t satisfy Alpha’s big cock like he can. 

He presses his lips to the head and sucks messily, making sure to hold eye contact with Alpha as he cleans Kyle’s nasty gross spit off his perfect cock. When he closes his eyes and throws his head back, Tweek quickly looks at Kyle, eyes narrowing devilishly as he moans exaggeratedly around Alpha’s cock and gives Kyle the finger. 

Just for a second. He’s not petty like Kyle is.

He loses himself in his alpha’s wonderful taste, big beautiful cock filling his mouth and throat so nicely, eyes starting to fall closed, but they fly open when he reaches down for Alpha’s balls and another hand hits his. 

It’s Kyle. “Didn't you learn how to share in elementary school?” he snaps. “Stop being such a fucking pig!” He starts stroking the base, squeezes the beginnings of Alpha’s knot, pulling it towards him and Tweek is forced to move up Alpha’s shaft to make room. 

That fucking bitch! Tweek has never felt more like slapping someone in his life. Instead he just forces himself to ignore Kyle’s boorishness and concentrate on making Alpha come. 

He screws his eyes shut and focuses his attention on the tip, sucking and licking at exactly the right parameters that’ll make Craig’s legs shake and his moans get breathy and high-pitched. Then there’s big strong hands gripping his hair and yanking him off his cock.

He settles back on his knees, breathless, tongue outstretched so Alpha can cover it with his seed. The first spurt covers him forehead to cheek and he has to struggle not to moan and keep his mouth open so he can taste as much of him as possible.

The stupid fucker Kyle is still right there next to him though. He pushes him slightly out of the way and Alpha’s cum ends up painting both their faces. Tweek very maturely chooses to ignore this disrespect. He won anyways, so Kyle can just go kick rocks and fuck himself in his room. Tweek gets to play with his alpha’s big yummy cock some more.

“EXCUSE me! That wasn’t you, you blind retard! It was me! Now get out of here!” Kyle bitches.

Excuse him? Excuse him? Did Kyle forget who was the one actually working on Alpha's cock when he came? All the cheap slut did was rub his knot a little. Everyone and their mother would agree that it was Tweek’s talented mouth, hard work and skill that made Alpha come, not some stupid little ginger whore’s pitiful excuse for a handjob. Tweek snarls again.

If Kyle thinks he’s the one going to get fucked, he’s so out of his mind Tweek could actually feel worried for him. Maybe Craig should take him to the hospital to get checked out. If they happen to find an inoperable brain tumor and recommend euthanasia, oh well. 

Kyle’s not deterred. He just raises his lip back, yanking Craig’s still hard cock towards him possessively. His other hand heads downward and plunges two fingers inside, trying to open himself up as fast as possible.

That fucking cunt!! Two can play at that game. Tweek grabs Alpha’s cock too, yanks it toward him and starts stroking the tip as he begins to stretch himself as well.