"Are you tired?" Cartman asked jadedly, glancing at the black haired beside him. It was 2am and Cartman was already tired from playing on his Xbox of various games they had played. The games did helped them staying up at night, especially in midnight.
Stan closed his eyes and nodded. "I guess I am. My eyes are getting heavy from getting too close on the television screen."
Cartman sighed while yawning piercingly. "Let's hit the bed." He told his friend while turning off the television set, pulling his pajamas pants up. Stan followed him upstairs, feeling anxious about sleeping with the boy he does not like. It first it was weird of Cartman asking him to come over to his own personal sleepover without their other two friends, since Kyle has to go Connecticut to visit relatives and Kenny was nowhere in South Park. Now it was kind of fun, they had junk food snacks and many video games boxes. Once they entered in Cartman's bedroom that fills with clothes was all over the carpet and empty cheesy puffs boxes.
Stan shake his head from witness his friend untidy room and eradicate his blue T-shirt above his head while sitting on the edge of the mattress. As Stan puts on a light blue long-sleeve shirt, his eyes gaze on the other boy red long-sleeve shirt and pants pajamas. Suddenly his mouth got dry up when Cartman unwrap the extensive blanket. "You sleep on this end and I'll sleep on this one." He said, pointing his flabby fingers into both sides of the bed.
The black-haired nodded. "Okay, dude. Are you going to shut your light off?" he asked inquiry, laying down the mattress and hauling warm blanket on his skin.
"Of course, all I need to do is clap." Cartman mentions, pressing his two hands together, clapping three times to shutting off the lights.
"Wow, that's awesome!" Stan was amazed by it, even though he was still queasy sleeping with another boy. Well, he did sleep next to Kyle and nothing happen between them. Now this was about sleeping with Eric Cartman.
It was really dark and quiet when the light went off. Stan rustles underneath the covers, trying making himself comfortable. Nothing is happening when he was shutting his eyes, counting in sheep or even thinks of a lullaby. It did not work. His blue eyes went widen from feeling something brush against his leg. He was blushing and trying not to yelp. Cartman move closer towards the startled black hair as his chubby lips smashed into Stan's wet ones. Stan let out a trapped moan, glimpse at his friend chubby face in shock. Cartman captures his both wrist around his brawny hands, attempted his friend not to let go. A loosen up moan escape from Stan's mouth as his wet tongue slides into Eric's watering mouth.
This was indeed was a great sleepover.
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