"Fuck," Kyle whispered breathlessly into the lips that pushed themselves down onto his. His arms snaked around the neck, pulling the man's torso closer. He was quickly rewarded with a sharp bite to his bottom lip—and Kyle loved it. He shuddered softly at the gyrations against his hips. Yepp, he would be absolutely okay being taken in the unknown alley somewhere off the map of South Park.
"You're pretty hot kid," The guy panted moving from his lips, placing nips along his cheek and jawline, down his throat. There. He bit down hard on the nape of the redhead's neck. Kyle moaned loudly, not even bothering to hide what was going on—the exact response the gentleman was looking for. "Want to take this back to the hotel?" The man pulled back, much to Kyle's dismay.
"No, fuck me here." He whispered staring into the dark green eyes that had captivated him inside the bar. They hadn't even exchanged names, not that Kyle wanted that kind of attachment. That was why he had found the guy at the bar.
"This isn't exactly the nicest place," The man growled, but consented. If the kid wanted it dark and dirty, then he'd be more than happy to give it to him. Neither man heard the crunch of snow as another approached.
"What the fuck, Kike?!" Cartman yelped staring in surprise, a white bag of garbage in his hand. He worked just next door to the bar as a chef. Kyle groaned loudly looking over to the brunette, his legs wrapped around the waiste of some unknown man—which was saying something in this town. "Dude, get the fuck off him. He's only seventeen. I'll call the cops." He crossed his arms glaring at the greying man.
"You told me you were twenty!" He hissed shoving the redhead away from him. Kyle yelped falling into the snow.
"You told me you weren't married," He growled standing up and glaring at Cartman. "And what the fuck man? This isn't your bussiness." He crossed his arms, ignoring the man that was rushing off down the alley, adjusting himself before stepping into the flow of friday night partiers.
"Not my bussiness? Eric snapped tossing the bag into the dumpster across from the redhead. "It is my fucking bussiness, Kike." He turned holding a finger up at Kyle. The jew didn't miss the bulging vein in the neck of his frenemy. "Look, I've got fifteen minutes until my shift ends. Wait here," He glared heavily before turning and storming back into the diner.
Since highschool, the roles among the group had switched drastically. Eric had become the one who keep everyone in line, even the damned Jew. Stan had quickly turned to drugs, and found himself in a failing scholarship at the community college. Kenny was almost always gone, off doing something or another with Craig; the former having gotten rich after winning the lottery or soemthing. Eric knew that the traveling was a way to keep his mind off what happened. But the one to change the most drastically stood just outside the door shivering in the new snow fall.
He wasn't exactly sure when it started, but he had noticed it a little too late. Kyle had gone off the deep end after high school. Instead of spending his summer studying, like he had every year previous, the red head discovered a sultry side that no one seemed to know about. At least everyone that wasn't Kenny. Eric scoffed shaking his head and filling the dishwasher one last time before he clocked out. He escaped out the back, slamming the door behind him to signal his departure to the rest of his crew.
"Mind telling me what the fuck that was about?" Eric hissed towards the red head. Kyle simply shruggedh is shoulders keeping his head down.
"I wanted to get fucked, and you ruined it. Thanks a lot fat ass." The nickname still stuck, all though Eric was anything but, now. In high school he decided it was time to slim down and build up instead. Now he stood at a whopping six foot two inches, and was certainly not on the small side, but he wasn't fat.
"So you decide to do it with a random dude?" Eric snapped ushering the jew out of the alley towards his car. "Your fucking lips are blue. Did you even bring a jacket?" He watched as the younger boy sighed shaking his head. "You're damn lucky my car heats up fast then," He growled unlocking the door.
"Why do you even care, Eric?" Kyle questioned. It wasn't malicious, or vindictive. He was curious and really wanted to know. From his own memory, Eric wasn't exactly his biggest fan. Then again, after high school, no one was really. But he pushed that memory to the back of his mind.
"You're my friend," The brunette ground out starting the car and turning the heat all the way on. Certainly not the response that Kyle expected, he leaned back against his seat staring straight ahead. No one considered him a friend, and it wasn't like Eric had the best history on telling the truth. Yet, something niggled at the back of his mind. "You shouldn't do that to yourself." Eric sighed with both hands on the wheel. However, the vehicle wasn't moving.
"Do what? Fuck?" Kyle raised an eyebrow at the boy.
"That's not what you were doing, was it?" Cartman stated keeping his gaze ahead. He knew Kyle liked to pretend he wasn't readable, that he was mysterious and could hold everything in. But over the last three months or so, Eric watched as those walls fell down, one by one. Just like he did, night after night. "You regret it...don't you?" He put the car into drive.
"Shut up, Eric." Kyle hissed from beside him. All of his nerves were on edge, as the car moved down the road. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"He still talks to me, you know?" Eric continued. "He would be upset to know you leveled yourself like this." He wasn't going to let up, because Kyle needed to know. He needed to know that Stan still cared, no matter how high he was, or how far off in space his mind had wandered. He still worried. He was the one that told Eric what Kyle was doing to himself. "This is self harm too, you know?"
"It is not!" Kyle snapped turning to face him. "I just wanted a good fuck tonight. That is all this way!" His fists clenched in his lap as seethed.
"That's not what that was about Kyle! That wasn't fucking you!" Eric pulled off in his own drive way. He wouldn't make it all the way to Kyle's house if it continued like this. He felt his fists flexing, wanting nothing more than to knock the truth and sense into the jew's head. If he were the old Cartman, he would be revelling in the self destructive path that the ginger had taken. But, as the days went by, he was finding it harder and harder to keep his old ways.
"How would you even know?!" Kyle spat trying to open the door, only to realize that Eric had locked it. "Why the fuck does it even matter?!"
"Because, I'm fucking worried!" Eric snarled turning the car battery off but leaving the heat running. Like hell he was about to freeze while knocking some sense into Kyle. "You've been off the deep end for a while! What if that man was homeless and had some stupid disease or something? You're already fucking sick all the time anyway right? Why would you be stupid enough to risk something like that?!"
Kyle flinched away from the voice glaring out the window. Eric wasn't his mom, he couldn't decide what he could and couldn't do. He didn't have to listen to him berate him, call him stupid. He wasn't, he knew he wasn't. His teachers knew he wasn't.
"It doesn't even matter." The redhead whispered into the window.
"It does." Eric sighed softly easing back into the soft leather seating. "It does matter. I'm worried Kyle. And even if he doesn't admit it, Kenny is too. You're literally destroying yourself. When you left for college, this was the farthest thing from your mind. What the fuck happened up there?"
"You know what happened," Kyle muttered closing his eyes. Eric didn't miss the tear that slipped down the pale cheek. "Everyone knew what was going on. I was stupid then, why can't I be stupid now?"
"Because," Eric sighed softly reaching over and grabbing Kyle's hand softly. There wasn't much he could do in the way of comforting, but hopefully this would be enough. "That's not who you are. Kenny fucked up, sure. But you can't let that fuck you up. Now come inside with me. You're in no shape to go home." He unlocked the car, knowing for a fact that Kyle wouldn't bolt. He wasn't like a show pony with nervous legs.
The Jew climbed out of the car quietly. He was quickly finding he didn't exactly have the energy to argue with the fun stomping brunette.
Cartman slid his hey into the door slot, pushing it open. He inhaled deeply as they were hit with a heavy wave of heat. Kyle closed his eyes happily collapsing immediately onto his friends couch.
"I'm a go bathe. You keep your ass on that couch until I get back. You got it?" Eric glowered down at the smaller boy. Kyle simply slunk further into the couch. For now, he would follow the orders laid out for him by the older boy.
Kenny was on the beaches of Bora Bora when he cell phone rang. With a glance at the caller I.D, he hit the green button. "What the fuck are you doing awake fat boy?"
"Kenny," Eric growled crossing his arms, ten hours out of sync with the vacationer. "Call me fat one more time, and I swear to god."
"Relax! What's up? Need another vacation with Craig and me?" He grinned deviously remembering the last time they had gone on vacation together. Let's just say, one of them spent very little time walking, and the other two very happily relieved the entire time.
"No," Cartman sighed brushing a strand of wet hair out of his face. The water was still running upstairs. He'd give the red head another five minutes before pulling him out. "Kenny, you have got to fucking talk to Kyle."
The blonde bristled on the other end of the line. His jaw clenched, and a knot formed in the pit of his stomach.
"What did he do this time?" His words were a whisper. Kenny knew that the line of self destruction was probably his own fault. But he still couldn't find it within himself to apologize, and beg for forgiveness.
"He was in an alley," Cartman growled. "This fucking close to screwing some bussiness guy. And it wasn't even a decently clean alley, Kenny. He is . Okay. I don't know why you insist on believing him."
"Because he won't fucking tell me what's wrong!" Kenny snapped angrily. These problems and feelings weren't supposed to follow him on vacation. That's why he hardly spent any time at home anyway.
"It's Kyle!" Cartman roared slamming his fist into the wall. "When has he ever actually talked about how he fucking felt?! You know this shit Kenny!
That was it. That was all the blonde could handle. He closed his eyes, hitting the red button, decisively hanging up on the other boy, and tossed his phone into the sand beside him.
"What was that about?" Craig purred collapsing beside the blonde. Water cascaded down a rather nice set of muscles before dripping onto the towel. "You okay?"
Kenny turned shoving Craig further onto the towel, and pushing his lips against the dark haired boys agressively.
"I need to forget." Kenny hissed biting harshly on Craig's shoulder.
"He fucking hung up on me," Cartman gaped as the dial tone rang out from the phone in his hand. He growled deep in his throat, and turned to make his way up the stairs. It was about damn time the red head came out of the shower. "Kyle!" Thick knuckles rapped against the door. "Get the fuck out. It's been long enough, and you ain't paying the god damned water bill."
"Jesus christ, get the sand out of your vagina!" Kyle bit throwing the door open. "I'm done." He crossed his arms over his chest. Eric couldn't help but snort seeing the boy in an oversized white t-shirt that belonged to him. The boxers he borrowed hung loosely around his hips, threatening to fall off at any moment. He certainly wouldn't admit it, but the sight was rather erotic.
"I'm tired. Bed." He pointed to his room, giving the ginger no room for argument. Like a kicked puppy, Kyle pursed his lips, but followed the direction Eric was sending him.
It took the boys about ten minutes to find comfortable positions. Eric insisted that Kyle slept by the wall, so he would be able to tell if the red head had moved any. Of those ten minutes, Eric slept through about six of them.
Kyle on the other hand, couldn't let his mind wander. By now, he would have had a good fuck, would have had it out of his system. His mind would have been busy with the ecstasy of sex, but instead it was empty. Not a single thought ran through his head, and he hated it. It made him feel alone, realize he was alone. Nothing like the way he had planned it.
"Quit thinking," Eric mumbled drowsily, draping an arm across his torso. "You need to fucking sleep."
"I know," Kyle sighed brushing a hand over his face, leaving the arm where it was. It felt nice, in an odd way. "It's just...I can't..."
Eric cracked an eye open exhaustedly. The jade eyed boy had his arm draped over his face. The moonlight bounced off the pale skin making him look nearly transluscent. It was a rather beautiful sight. Before he knew what had happened Kyle was stradling him looking down at him with desperate green eyes.
"Eric, please," He whispered squeezing the biggers boys hips with his own thighs. Eric hissed softly—in a non aggressive way. "Please," He leaned down resting his forearms on either side of the brunettes head.
"Kyle," Eric growled looking into the greenest eyes he had ever seen. They were glassy with unshed tears, and full of a desperation that he hated to see. He grabed the red head's waist, holding him in place as he sat up.
"I need something to think about!" Kyle whined staring at the brown eyes. "Please..."
"Fine," Eric sighed softly looking up, putting his hand between him and Kyle to stop the ginger from planting his lips on Eric's. "On one condition."
Kyle's shoulders dropped significantly.
"Only with me. Ever. If you need this...then you come to me."
Kyle gaped softly, allowing his lips to be taken over by the brunette's.
"Do you agree?" He whispered into Kyle's mouth. Without a second of hesitation, Kyle nodded allowing his hands to ruba long Eric's jawline.