Before I start thank you all SO much for all the positive comments, seriouslah.
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Kyle and Cartman sat together on a snowy hill. They weren't touching, but from thigh to thigh were only a couple millimetres apart. The others had already gone, and the two of them had been left; fully aware of what they were taking part in. Every second felt like they had just been saved from death. That feeling of being so grateful, so happy - but with that leftover fear that's still leaking through your body.
"Do you think we fit together?" Kyle asked boldly, rearranging himself to look at the fat boy.
"What do you mean, like Siamese twins?"
"-what?"
"Like those twin girls on TV who have to share a body?"
"No! Not like that!"
"Well I'm not your Siamese twin Kahl. Do I look like a Jew to you?"
"Oh just shut up!" Kyle sighed deeply. After a couple seconds, he felt Cartman place a hand on his stomach.
"My kidney…" Cartman murmured. Kyle placed his own hand on top of Cartman's. It was sticky, as always, and had yellow fluff clinging to it from his gloves. Cartman immediately grasped the Hebrew's hand, clinging tightly. Long, delicate fingers. Shudders ran through each of them, crawling up their spines like spiders.
"I need you." Eric whispered. It wasn't an I love you, but it sounded so much stronger. As if he had chocked his soul out in what was barely a sentence.
"I know." Kyle replied, and gave a smug smile.
"Kahl?"
"What?"
"Don't you need me?" It came out in a whisper. But a loud whisper for dramatic effect.
Kyle rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. He slowly came close to Cartman's face. Close enough to smell the cheeseburger he had eaten earlier. Close enough to count his breaths. Those wonderful breaths that he would give anything to keep safe. To keep on knowing that he was alive. That he had oxygen and his heart beat. It drove him crazy that he thought this, that he should feel this way at all.
Cartman made him insane. Made him want to scream and kill him. Kick him, punch him, stab him, burn him.
Touch him.
"I need you quite a lot, yes." He whispered. Cartman's facial expression didn't seem to change, but he put his hands on the small of Kyle's back and thrust him forward. Their lips found each others and battled for domination. It was in every aspect of their relationship, and intimate acts shouldn't be any different. Who's idea wins? Who's got the best toys? Who's the best fuck?
The both groaned loudly into each others mouths. Eventually, they stopped and Kyle went back to his own place. He wrapped his arms against his shaky legs and panted. Cartman just laid back onto the snow, always lazy. Kyle's watched his stomach move as he breathed. His hat had fallen off in the sudden movement, and now snowflakes were making their way into his hair.
"Shit, Jew." He said, and then, "I'm hungry."
"Why am I not surprised, fatass?"
"Shut up you stupid kike!" Cartman retorted.
"Don't belittle my people!"
"Then don't belittle my ass!"
Kyle got up first, and then Cartman slowly pulled himself up.
"So, my house for dinner?" He asked. Kyle gave an agreeing shrug, and the two of them walked off next to each other, a couple of millimetres inbetween.