South Park Fan Fiction ❯ 55 Themed Craig/Tweek drabbles ❯ Vacation ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: fireflower12 
Vacation
Non Anime: South Park Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.14.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Vacation
Non Anime: South Park Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.14.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Vacation
Genre: One-shot
Pairing: Craig/Tweek
Rating: PG
Summary: Craig and Tweek on the beach
Betas: Un beta-ed, so any mistakes are mine
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Tweek sat on the beach blanket, clutching a half empty cup of coffee and staring out at the waves. A floppy brimmed hat was pulled low over his face, and all the exposed parts of his body were well slathered with sunscreen to guard against the ever present evils of skin cancer. Every few minutes a twitch would shudder its way through his lithe frame, and he gulped down a mouthful of coffee in almost a reflexive action.
The blonde loved watching the ocean. The rhythmic motions of the waves crashing on the beach calmed him like few other things could. However, he was petrified at the thought of actually entering into the ocean itself. After all, who knew what might be hiding in there?
Craig stood on the back porch of their rented beach house, resting his hands on the railing as he stared out at Tweek. He hated the beach. He burned easily even with sunscreen, and always ended up with sand in unmentionable places. The only good thing about it was seeing how happy it made Tweek.
He pushed himself away from the railing and walked down the steps, grabbing a fresh cup of coffee as he did so. Picking his way through the sand down to where Tweek sat, he sat beside him and passed him the cup.
“Thanks man” Tweek accepted it eagerly, took a large sip, and set it down on his other side. Cuddling into Craig, he rested his head on his shoulder and resumed watching the waves.
They remained that way for several minutes in companionable silence, until a capricious breeze blew Tweek’s hat off into the ocean where the current steadily began to take it out to sea.
Craig jumped up and ran until he was waist deep in the water, grabbed the hat, and brandished it over his head with a cry of triumph. He turned around and waded back to shore, plopping the soaking wet hat back down onto Tweek’s head.
“Gah!” Tweek exclaimed, pulling off his hat and tossing it back at Craig. Craig, easily avoiding the hat turned missile, smirked at the picture his boyfriend made. Tweek stood, slightly flushed with the sun he’d been getting in spite of the hat, his spiky blond hair mussed, and water dripping down his face and chest.
Craig took both of Tweek’s hands and began to walk backwards, gently pulling Tweek with him as they approached the ocean. “Swim with me?” he asked.
“We can’t go in there, we’ll get eaten alive by sharks, or I’ll step on a jagged shell and the cut will get infected and they’ll have to amputate my foot and”
“Tweek!” Craig exclaimed, breaking through the blonde’s morbid train of thought, “I just went into the water, did anything bad happen to me?”
“Well no, I guess not.” Tweek said hesitantly.
“Don’t you want to go swimming with me?” Craig pouted, although the effect was somewhat ruined by the smile that kept trying to curve his lips.
“Okay, okay,“ Tweek gave in. Craig grinned and jogged back into the water. Tweek followed more slowly, and cast one last longing glance at the blanket laid out on the sand behind him.
Despite Tweek’s fears to the contrary, they were soon having a great time. Tweek dunked Craig’s head under the water, and tried, laughing, to swim out of reach. Craig caught him before he got too far and returned the favor.
He was just pulling Tweek in for a kiss when something cold and slimy pressed up against his leg. Eyes widening, he shrieked, grabbed Tweek by the hand, and bolted back onto the beach. Once he judged they were a safe distance away, he stopped, balanced on his left leg and patted at his right foot, making sure it was still all there, and in working order.
When he had assured himself that such was the case, he glared defiantly out at the ocean, and flipped it off. Only then did Tweek’s panicked monologue penetrate his senses.
“Craig, are you okay? What happened? I knew this was a bad idea! Did you get stung by a jellyfish? Oh God, now I have to pee on you!”
Craig stared at him, trying to decide whether to be disgusted or amused. Amusement won out, and he collapsed on the sand, laughing so hard he could no longer keep on his feet. Tweek dropped to his knees beside him, wondering frantically if the poison from the sting had already infected his brain. He started to pull at the waistband of his swim trunks, now more intent than ever on continuing with his plan of action. Craig, noticing the imminent danger his leg was in, pulled Tweek all the way down in the sand with him.
Before Tweek could panic yet again, Craig explained, “No, I didn’t get stung by a jelly fish and yes, I promise that I’ll be okay, as long as you promise me one thing. That no matter what happens, you will never, ever, pee on me.”
Tweek asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’ll be just fine,” Craig answered, pressing a reassuring hand to the worried teens cheek, and drawing him down for the kiss that they had missed out on earlier. Tweek sighed in relief and opened his mouth slightly against Craig’s, wrapping his arms around him. Craig took the invitation to deepen the kiss, reflecting that if he was going to get sand in unmentionable places anyway, he might as well have fun doing it.
Genre: One-shot
Pairing: Craig/Tweek
Rating: PG
Summary: Craig and Tweek on the beach
Betas: Un beta-ed, so any mistakes are mine
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Tweek sat on the beach blanket, clutching a half empty cup of coffee and staring out at the waves. A floppy brimmed hat was pulled low over his face, and all the exposed parts of his body were well slathered with sunscreen to guard against the ever present evils of skin cancer. Every few minutes a twitch would shudder its way through his lithe frame, and he gulped down a mouthful of coffee in almost a reflexive action.
The blonde loved watching the ocean. The rhythmic motions of the waves crashing on the beach calmed him like few other things could. However, he was petrified at the thought of actually entering into the ocean itself. After all, who knew what might be hiding in there?
Craig stood on the back porch of their rented beach house, resting his hands on the railing as he stared out at Tweek. He hated the beach. He burned easily even with sunscreen, and always ended up with sand in unmentionable places. The only good thing about it was seeing how happy it made Tweek.
He pushed himself away from the railing and walked down the steps, grabbing a fresh cup of coffee as he did so. Picking his way through the sand down to where Tweek sat, he sat beside him and passed him the cup.
“Thanks man” Tweek accepted it eagerly, took a large sip, and set it down on his other side. Cuddling into Craig, he rested his head on his shoulder and resumed watching the waves.
They remained that way for several minutes in companionable silence, until a capricious breeze blew Tweek’s hat off into the ocean where the current steadily began to take it out to sea.
Craig jumped up and ran until he was waist deep in the water, grabbed the hat, and brandished it over his head with a cry of triumph. He turned around and waded back to shore, plopping the soaking wet hat back down onto Tweek’s head.
“Gah!” Tweek exclaimed, pulling off his hat and tossing it back at Craig. Craig, easily avoiding the hat turned missile, smirked at the picture his boyfriend made. Tweek stood, slightly flushed with the sun he’d been getting in spite of the hat, his spiky blond hair mussed, and water dripping down his face and chest.
Craig took both of Tweek’s hands and began to walk backwards, gently pulling Tweek with him as they approached the ocean. “Swim with me?” he asked.
“We can’t go in there, we’ll get eaten alive by sharks, or I’ll step on a jagged shell and the cut will get infected and they’ll have to amputate my foot and”
“Tweek!” Craig exclaimed, breaking through the blonde’s morbid train of thought, “I just went into the water, did anything bad happen to me?”
“Well no, I guess not.” Tweek said hesitantly.
“Don’t you want to go swimming with me?” Craig pouted, although the effect was somewhat ruined by the smile that kept trying to curve his lips.
“Okay, okay,“ Tweek gave in. Craig grinned and jogged back into the water. Tweek followed more slowly, and cast one last longing glance at the blanket laid out on the sand behind him.
Despite Tweek’s fears to the contrary, they were soon having a great time. Tweek dunked Craig’s head under the water, and tried, laughing, to swim out of reach. Craig caught him before he got too far and returned the favor.
He was just pulling Tweek in for a kiss when something cold and slimy pressed up against his leg. Eyes widening, he shrieked, grabbed Tweek by the hand, and bolted back onto the beach. Once he judged they were a safe distance away, he stopped, balanced on his left leg and patted at his right foot, making sure it was still all there, and in working order.
When he had assured himself that such was the case, he glared defiantly out at the ocean, and flipped it off. Only then did Tweek’s panicked monologue penetrate his senses.
“Craig, are you okay? What happened? I knew this was a bad idea! Did you get stung by a jellyfish? Oh God, now I have to pee on you!”
Craig stared at him, trying to decide whether to be disgusted or amused. Amusement won out, and he collapsed on the sand, laughing so hard he could no longer keep on his feet. Tweek dropped to his knees beside him, wondering frantically if the poison from the sting had already infected his brain. He started to pull at the waistband of his swim trunks, now more intent than ever on continuing with his plan of action. Craig, noticing the imminent danger his leg was in, pulled Tweek all the way down in the sand with him.
Before Tweek could panic yet again, Craig explained, “No, I didn’t get stung by a jelly fish and yes, I promise that I’ll be okay, as long as you promise me one thing. That no matter what happens, you will never, ever, pee on me.”
Tweek asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’ll be just fine,” Craig answered, pressing a reassuring hand to the worried teens cheek, and drawing him down for the kiss that they had missed out on earlier. Tweek sighed in relief and opened his mouth slightly against Craig’s, wrapping his arms around him. Craig took the invitation to deepen the kiss, reflecting that if he was going to get sand in unmentionable places anyway, he might as well have fun doing it.