On the first day of Christmas...
Visiting Santa Claus (Cartman/Butters)
A week before Christmas and Cartman is finding himself being dragged through the South Park Mall by none other than Butters. To go see Santa. Cartman has to admit, he hasn't seen the mall Santa since he six and he figured out that Santa wasn't real. Catching a glimpse of Butter's eager face, he isn't sure whether Butters knows or not. Cartman shrugs and wobbles a little faster to catch up.
Really, he isn't too sure how he got here. He was sitting at home one moment, watching television and eating some cheese puffs, when suddenly Butters is right there (how many times has he told his mom not to let Butters in?) and taking Cartman's hand to drag him out the door. A block away from his house, Cartman snaps and demands to know what this is all about.
Cartman refuses to believe that Butters can use puppy eyes on him. He isn't a fag, so he most certain does not notice the way Butters' bottom lip juts out and his eyes widen. And Cartman does not enjoy when Butters presses his whole body into Cartman's and looks up through his eyelashes. There is a bit of snow in Butters' hair and no, Cartman does not have the sudden urge to brush the snow off.
“Why, we're going to see Santa of course, silly!” Butters stutters, the cold making him tremble and trip over his words more than usual. Cartman notices the shivers and before he can stop himself, wraps his arms around Butters. Not because he's gay. It's not that he likes Butters in the slightest. Cartman merely knows that if Butters got sick, he would have no one to boss around. Butters smiles stupidly into Cartman's chest and really, Butters just has the wrong idea.
So they make their way to the mall, Butters still grinning and Cartman trying desperately to make him stop by throwing insults his way every five minutes. But nothing works and now they are waiting in line to see Santa. Cartman notes that most of the other children here are kindergartens and he feels really out of place. He starts shifting back and forth but Butters reaches over to take his hand. Cartman is so shocked, he doesn't let go. It's not that it feels nice, because it doesn't.
Butters is next in line and he bounces over to the mall Santa Claus. He starts babbling on about how he has been a good boy and how he wants this and that for Christmas. Cartman can't help the smile that slowly appears as he watches Butters. Butters looks over and lets out a big grin, motioning for Cartman to join him on Santa's lap. Cartman isn't sure why he finds himself walking over and sitting on Santa's knee. He looks up and there is a sudden flash. Cartman lets out a huge groan.
On the way home, Butter can't stop looking at that damn picture. Cartman curses whoever came up with the idea of a mall Santa. Butters stops and Cartman has to whip around to face him. Butters has a different kind of look on his face. It's almost devilish. Cartman gulps as Butters slowly walks towards him, eyes glinting. Butters comes into Cartman's personal space and he isn't lying when he knows that fear is what keeps him from moving away. Butters' fingers trace their way up Cartman's chest and onto his jaw. Butters face inches closer and when he starts to speak, his lips ghost over Cartman's own.
“You know, now that I have this picture, you have to give me whatever I want for Christmas,” Butters says in a low tone and then licks his lips.
“O-oh, well... what is it that you want?” Cartman asks with a shaky breath.
“You, Eric,” and Butters smashes their mouths together. And really, Cartman can blame the moan that follows on fear of blackmail. Really, it's not because he wanted this all along. Really, it's not.