Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Balls
Summary: Craig has a question that Clyde counters with one of his own. CraigClyde
Warnings: Slash Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: CraigClyde
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: The Quest for Ratings episode
Comments: . . . . Craig is a GENIUS. :D
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Balls
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"So," Craig started, rolling over onto his stomach so he could see his friend properly. "Remember back in third grade when we had those TV shows?"
Half-turning from his spot in a bean-bag, Clyde sent Craig a funny look. "Sure, why?"
Craig lifted a hand and tugged off his hat for no other reason then to keep his hands busy. "I just remember watching Cartman and them's show once. . . They said something very interesting about you."
Clyde turned the rest of the way around, "What? What did they say?"
Pulling his hat back on, Craig looked around, as if forgetting where he was. "Uh. . . Crap. They said. . . Said that you all have one ball. Yeah, that's it." He turned back to Clyde. "Is it true?"
His mouth dropped open and a horrified expression stole over his face. "Wha-WHAT?" Clyde shirked; his voice going much higher then he thought it could go.
Craig snickered as Clyde blushed a dark red and, on impulse, flipped the brunet off. "I'm going to take that as a 'yes.'"
"NO! I didn't say that!" Clyde hands jerked at his sides, like he wanted to move them but didn't want to at the same time. "I- I. . . Yeah, well what about YOU?"
Quirking a brow, Craig pulled himself closer to the edge of the bed. "What are you talking about?" He moved back to his back and hung his head upside down.
"YOU had to get your. . . Yours surgically removed!" With his hands rising to clutch at the blankets next to Craig shoulder. "What do you have to say to that!"
"That I'm not going to be having any children in the future." Craig shrugged, like it was no big deal, which it wasn't to him. Children are loud and annoying.
Clyde's brain died for a moment, having absolutely nothing to say.
Reaching back he knocked on the side of Clyde's head. "Dude, you still alive?"
Then, without thinking, Clyde shifted forward and his mouth connected with Craig's.
Craig froze, his eyes going wide. He stared at the others collarbone until he pulled away.
Clyde knew the action wasn't smart but he found himself muttering something even stupider. "I'll have your kids any day."
Craig snorted once before he burst out laughing. "God, you fag."
Groaning and covering his bright red face, Clyde fell back. "Let's pretend that didn't happen, jeez, I feel like I'm about to cry like a girl."
"You always cry like a girl," It was stated in a matter-of-fact tone that made the boy whine.
"Shuddup."
A grin pulled at Craig lips.
"You can have my kids any day man."
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Fsck, not what I planned, but what is anymore?
I've had no inspiration lately, and I've been trying to finish things and just blah.
I think my brain has imploded.
. . . I think some of the people I'm watching should update so I can amuse myself during the day.
Yush. . . .
. . . They are such fags together. . . . and I need to learn to write them betta. . . maybe later.
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