Chapter 1
Kyman- Cartman's Bet

Cartmans POV

Another day, another boring science lesson. As I sit here, revison notes and discarded paper airplanes scattered around my desk, I can't help but think back to the beginning of the semester. Ahh, the beginning of the semester, when we mostly did experiements, me and Kenny dissecting frogs and having organ fights, making our very own stink bombs and using red hot prods straight from the bunsen burner to poke Butters with... fun times. The only memory of those childish days are the third degree burns on the nape of Butters' neck. I lift my head out out of this slump of boredom and rest my eyes on the teacher. Miss Clark, she was quite young, mid twenties maybe, she was often our main discussion topic of which girls we'd like to fuck. But as I look at her now, hair in a messy ponytail, her hand nervously jittering as she writes on the whiteboard and glasses askew, she looks decidedly unattractive. It was a shame really, she used to be a hot piece of ass.

Anyway, I decide to have a look around the room, who would be a good target for a spitball. Kenny was at the back with the slutty new girl, she had been in the school only a few days, but had already been labelled a whore. Which was fine with Kenny, he was done with innocence. He wanted a woman. Or judging by the new girl an STD. They were talking, flirting, his hand placed on the top of her thigh, her hand dangerously close to his crotch. As I looked at the only real friend I had, I couldn't help but noitce that his Aryan features were soiled by his poor mans attire, muddy shoes, waaayy too baggy jeans and frayed jacket.

Craig was sat directly in front of him. He was probably the second most perverted boy in class, after Kenny of course. He was still the most chilled guy ever, like, he was constantly stoned. He had the sort of look on his face similar to when a dog is begging for food, eyes wide, mouth open and tonuge lolling. He was half heartedly doodling something on a piece of note paper. Probably since his eyes were placed firmly on the teacher it was probably some pornagraphic sketch of him and her.

Tweek sat next to him, his flaxen hair going wildly static like some mad scientist. His eyes wide like full moons. His feet constantly tapping agasint his bag, he was writing so fast that I thought his pen was going to catch on fire. He still was addicted to coffee, it didn't help that his parents were shovelling it down his throat like frickin' water. In his left hand he held a small cup of coffee, which he had bought from the cafeteria an hour ago, it was probably lukewarm by now. God, that kids weird.

Then in front of him was Wendy. She was writing obdiently, like the goody goody she is ugghh it makes me wanna vomit I swear. Still she had a great admiration for the teacher, she'd stare at her, starry eyed, soaking in every word like a sponge. Everytime we would make some crude comment about Miss Clark she'd break in with "Hey guys, thats not cool, she is a very intelligent woman, and could offer a lot to the scientific community". I mean, I don't know much about science, but Wendy was right, she was a very smart lady. But then, I stop and think if she's so smart then why isn't she working in some big lab curing diseases and discovering some new element? why is she working in a redneck high school in Park County? Dumbass. At the end of the day, Wendy has a serious girl crush on her... ok, now I've got the image of Miss Clark and Wendy in my head and it's suprisingly hot so I'm going to look away now.

Then I gaze upon the real subject of my affection. Kyle. Oh god damn he's cute. Don't ask me when or why but somehow that sneaky Jew has shed off all my cold couldn't give a fuck about anybody layers and revealed me. And the worst part is, he doesn't even know he's done it!. I mean, I'm not suprised that I turned out this way... I mean whatever the fuck I am. I mean I'm not attracted to any other guys except him. I had to hand it to that Jew he had blossomed. Oh boy, how he blossomed. Kyle had turned into quite the stud. His copper jewfro peaking out from his green hat, his snowy white skin, his bone structure is so friggin' perfect he looks like a figurine. The way he talks, so soft but with a slight rasp to it. Except when he's angry and it cracks and he talks through gritted teeth. The way he walks, well floats, just coolly drifting along the avenue of life, like a leaf grazing the sidewalk. His long slender limbs, so delicious I feel like nibbling on him. And his eyes, their mostly emerald, a sharp unforgiving emerald. Now though, he's bored, I'm not suprised Stans talking to him, probably going on and on about Wendy. When he's bored his eyes take a certain lime tinge and when he's laughing the jewel in his eyes become more vivid and when he's angry (especially at me) his eyes get slight hazel flecks and his pupils become massive, like a shark smelling a drop of blood. Anyway that Jew was so god damn perfect it makes my heart ache, from the day I first stared into those amazing eyes, I knew I was going to have him. I called dibs and he was MINE.

It's then I realise that today is a terrific day. An excellent postively kick ass day because it's the day that I'll finally get what I want. Two weeks ago, it was the school football tournament, South Park against Middle Park. It was obvious that we were going to get our asses kicked. So me and Kyle made a wager,we even drew up an official contract that stated that if Kyle won the bet and South Park won, I'd have to give him my allowance every week for two months. But I if I won the bet Kyle would have to kiss me. Belive me the look on his face when I told him was priceless, his eyes wide, his body completely frozen, if I had my camera on me I would've taken a picture and blown it up to hang in my room, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. To my suprise he said he would do it under one condition, that it was to be kept a secret. Hey, thats cool, as long as I get to make out with him, then thats fine. I make a paper airplane with a note attacthed to it and expertly throw it in Kyle direction. Now all I have to do is watch him read it and see the look of expected horror to what he has to do at lunchtime. And all of a sudden science doesn't seem like a drag anymore... not if you've got something to look forward to anyway.

"Dude what the fuck is Cartman making you do?" Stan snapped angrily, taking a swig of Dr Pepper as him and Kyle walked to the back of the school.

"Nothing, it's just a stupid bet"

Stan stopped in front of his friend, Kyle was so shocked that we he almost stumbled. Why couldn't he just let him face Cartman on his own? it's embarassing enough to have to make out with your worst enemy, but having your best friend tag a long and just watch in shame and disgust, well thats pretty weak too...

"Then why don't we just turn around and go back to the cafeteria?" Stan asked.

"Because dude do you remember what happened last time I didn't go through with one of Cartmans stupid bets? I have to do this" Kyle sighed shoving Stan out of the way, hoping he'd give up and leave. But still, Stan follwed him like a lost puppy.

The reluctant pair had reached the back of the school. To find Cartman smugly leaning agaisnt the wall and Kenny, Butters, Craig and Clyde all huddled around, their jackets done up tightly, shivering.

"DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU SAID IT WOULD BE KEPT SECRET!" Kyle exploded, he felt like murdering Cartman right now, he could imagine his hands wrapped around Cartmans thick neck, squeezing against his throat until the air cut off.

"Then why is Stan here?" Cartman replied, totally deaf to Kyle's rage.

"W-Well b-because he... just tagged along Cartman, I didn't ask him to come"

"In fairness to Cartman we have no idea what we're all doing here" Clyde piped up, crossing his arms impatiently.

"Oh my god dude wait... orgy?" Kenny asked hopefully.

"NO!" All the boys said in unison. All of a sudden Kenny suddenly lost all interest in the gathering.

"Dude what the hell is going on anyway?" asked Craig rolling his marroon eyes.

Cartman walked up to Kyle. The look on his face so sickly smug, Kyle had to try his best not to puke. He swallowed hardly as he felt Cartman lean awkwardly close, so that he could feel his warm breath on his face, but as his breathing slowed down Kyle started to feel more calm.

"Well Kyle, why don't you start?" Cartman smiled nervously. Suddenly turning into a giggly teenage girl.

"No, Cartman, your bet, YOU Start" Kyle snapped.

"Dude can you guys do whatever your doing now please? I'm supposed to be meeting Wendy for a make out session and I might get some over the bra action" Stan whined.

All the boys ignored the question, except for Kenny who nodded at Stan and gave a thumbs up. Butters, Clyde and Craig were transfixed on Cartman and Kyle, acting as if it was a spectator sport. While Cartman and Kyle were trying to hold on to their pride and not make the first move.

Then Cartman leaned in slowly.

"God Kyle, you are such a pussy" He whispered in Kyle's ear, his warm breath making him wince.

Cartman moved his lips from Kyle's ear and softly grazed his lips against his jaw, Kyle could feel soft sparks flying off every subtle kiss, but he hld his own. Cartman tilted his head up and placed his strong supple lips on Kyles. He kissed him tenderly at first, we wanted to keep Kyle dangling, so he wanted more. Kyle clung onto Cartmans lips before he broke away, inviting Cartman in. The pair slowly pressed their bodies together, so close their hearts bashed together, so they fought like the enemies they were. The kisses were getting deeper, more strong, getting increasingly rougher as the two were becoming so comfortable in each others skin. And yet the both of them didn't feel comfortable in their own. Cartman reluctantly let his tongue sink into Kyles mouth and Kyle let him. He felt Cartmans tongue brush agaisnt his and trail around his mouth. Cartman moved his hands so they were placed on Kyles chest and he slowly drew invisible patterns on Kyles jacket with his fingers. Kyles hands were firmly placed at his side. He wanted to touch Cartman so badly but something was stopping him. Cartman grabbed Kyles wrist and slowly guided them to Cartmans hair. Once Kyles hands were there, he held on for dear life, cluctching Cartmans hair so tightly, Cartman thought his scalp was going to bleed. He didn't care though. The passion was unimaginable, undeniable, incredible. The two pulled away and started to breath heavily. They looked at each other with mixed emotions,confusion, love and most of all satisfaction. Cartman had got what he wanted but what about Kyle?. His heart was beating so fast and his head was whirling, and he was seeing Cartman as the person who gave him the most wonderful 3 minutes of passion he had in his entire life.

Stan, Craig, Clyde and Butters stared at the two in utter shock.

"Woah" Clyde muttered.

"Let's go guys" Craig mumbled. "See ya, Cartman,Kyle"

As the four boys left, only Kenny remained out of the sepctators.

"Dude is it wrong that you guys making out really turned me on?" Kenny asked.

Cartman and Kyle shot him warning glances and Kenny left quickly. The two boys stared at each other, not shivering in the crisp spring air.

"So Cartman what do we do now?" Kyle grinned sheepishly.

"Well, for a kiss like that you can do whatever you want jewboy" Cartman giggled as he stared at the boy he knew he loved.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it, i know i did, and if i was a guy, i would have a MASSIVE boner right now, just reading this, i don't need damn pictures, fuck that shit.

But yeah, anyway... i hope you all enjoyed, this was a heart throbing thing for me to write... and well... yeah, thats how it went... i'm not a great talker as i used to be, cause my mind is resetting it's self, but, i'm good... so... yeah!

Happy Kyman day~
5/23/2014

-Ask1KyleBroflovski