Author's Note: So, this is an AU. It's basically like, they met online and things went really fast and yeah. I was kind of just bored and the idea came to mind because of all the South Park fans out there who have met and fell in love (or lust, haha) with other cosplayers or fans and yeah. Enjoy!
One month.
We had known each other for just one month and our bodies were already intertwined in orange sheets. There were so many reasons why we wanted this... why we needed this. So many reasons why this was so fucking right.
His hair. His wild, auburn locks. The way the curls fell into his eyes when he pushed me down, fingertips clawing at the bare skin of my shoulders while his wet lips worked their way towards my chest. His eyes. His lustful, emerald eyes. The way they stared straight into my blue ones as if trying to read every single thought in my head; trying to figure out exactly where I liked it. His hands. His strong, big hands. When they grabbed at my hips, hungrily searching for a hold on my body to ease the way he rutted into me.
We had met online. It was a Terrance & Phillip fan forum, one where people shared opinions. We happened to both enjoy the fact that the two Canadians were an inseperable pair and believed that they had intimate moments off screen.
South Park. He lived in South Park, Colorado. I was only a few hours away in Denver. My fucked up family moved around quite a bit but thank god he was close.
'You should send me a picture of yourself, mystery man.'
'only if you promise to show me how crazy you claim your hair is...'
The conversations were endless. From the time we woke up in the morning to the time we fell asleep, we were talking to each other one way or another. Most of the convos consisted of words like 'please...' and 'promise?' and 'how hard?...'
I don't know how it happened. I don't know why it happened. But it happened. As if it were fate. As if some force of nature pushed us into each other's lives.
"Kyle-" His name slipped from my lips as my pale eyes glanced down, the Jewish boy's mouth occupied by stomach. I wanted to speak, to tell him how incredible it was to meet him... but it was as if all the words that could come from my fingertips on the computer keyboard were nonexistant in person.
Only a moment later, the redhead was looking up at me. His lips were so perfect and healthy compared to my chapped bleeding ones. It was his fault that they were bleeding. The way his front teeth bit down on the dry skin. He whispered against my lips about owning me, claiming me, wanting me to be his and only his. "...and once you're mine, you're mine forever."
That's all I wanted. From the first time he messaged me to the first time I wrapped my arms tight around him after one long month of waiting.
"Tell me you want me, Stan..." Kyle suddenly groaned out, the feeling of his hard dick behind the thin fabric of his boxers against my own drove me absolutely mad. "Please...-" I begged. After I begged, I pleaded.
I needed him. I don't think he understood how much I needed him.
And I got exactly what I needed. After just one month.
One month.
