(A/N: A little Staig for y'all~ It was suggested by an anon on Tumblr, by the way. It kinda sucks, sorry.)
Craig wasn't much of a winter person. In fact, he hated it. Winter was cold, and miserable, and all the fucking SNOW! Who even made snow, anyways? What's the point of it? It's just stupid white fluffy stuff that falls on the ground and makes a big hassle for everyone!
This was part of the reason why he hated the town of South Park. It was always cold as fuck. During the December-February period, when the wintertime was at its heaviest, he spent as much time as he could locked away in his room.
This was why he slammed the door in Stan Marsh's face when he came over one day and asked Craig to come "play". That, and the fact that they were sixteen, which is way too old to "play". Plus, Craig didn't even LIKE Stan Marsh. Not because he thought he was a dick or anything, but because it's hard to like someone when you never talk to them.
Stan, however, was persistent in his attempt to have Craig "play" with him. The two of them repeated a process over and over. Stan knocked on the door, Craig opened it, Stan stated his invitation for Craig to play, and Craig slammed the door in Stan's face.
Craig finally broke the process with an exasperated sigh.
"If I do this, will you leave me alone?" He asked.
"Yeah, of course. Just come out, dude." Stan replied.
Craig left Stan standing on his doorstep while he put on as much winter gear as he could fit on his body, finishing by putting his blue hat on his head. When he came back out (with a little bit of difficulty; snow-pants can be hard to walk in), Stan seemed to have disappeared. Before he could go back inside, however, Craig was hit in the face by a snowball.
"FUCK!" He cried out. Craig saw Stan standing by the side of the house, and shot him a glare.
Stan chuckled. "Catch me if you can, Tucker!" He called out before he started running.
Craig groaned, and started running (clumsily) after Stan. The raven-haired boy (who was wearing just a jacket and beanie) was laughing like a maniac. Craig eventually caught up to him, and tackled him into the snow.
Stan turned over so their faces were inches apart, and both boys breathing heavily.
"I caught you." Craig said in a sinister tone.
"Oh? What are you gonna do with me?" Stan asked, his face flushed and grinning from the cold.
"Hmm..." Craig sat up, pinning Stan to the snowy ground with his legs. "I think I know a fitting punishment..."
"Punishment? For what?" Stan asked.
"For that snowball you threw at me." Craig said before scooping up a handful of snow. He quickly readjusted so he was sitting on Stan's chest, thus blocking his arms from moving.
Stan's grin faded. "Dude, what are you doing?" He demanded.
Craig didn't answer, and instead ran his hand down to Stan's pants. Stan looked up at Craig, a nervous look on his face. "Dude, what the actual fuck?"
Craig ignored Stan's question once more, and shoved as much snow into Stan's as he could, ignoring his protesting screams, and then stood up. "I'm going back inside." He announced before heading to the backdoor.
Stan jumped up, doing a sort of odd dance as a result of the snow in his pants, and grabbed Craig by the back of his coat.
"Don't you fucking dare, Tucker!" Stan cried out. He shoved Craig down face-first in the snow before shoveling a handful of snow into the back of Craig's pants. Craig gasped, and Stan smirked. "Revenge, Tucker."
After that, they both went inside on an unspoken agreement. They both stripped off their wet cold clothes, down to their boxers. Craig dug a couple of blankets out of the closet, and soon, the two of them were sitting on Craig's couch, wrapped in blankets and the TV turned to some sappy Christmas special.
"Why did you come over here?" Craig asked suddenly.
Stan shrugged. "I thought you could use some company. You always seem so... Lonely at school."
Craig raised an eyebrow. "How do I seem lonely?"
"You just seem lonely." Stan said. He shuddered, and then moved closer to Craig. "My dick is fucking frozen."
"Dude, too much information!" Craig said.
"You could probably help warm up my dick..." Stan said with a wink.
Craig knew exactly what Stan meant. He was slightly shocked at Stan's boldness, but instead of going with the situation, he moved over so he was sitting on Stan's lap. "Is that warm enough for you?"
Stan sighed. "Yeah, whatever."
(A/N: SORRY THAT ENDING SUCKED.)