Revised! I'm working on a second chapter, too!
Author's Note: This is just a little drabble I thought of when writing another story. I hope you guys enjoy it. U
Warnings: Hints of yaoi, mild language, and some sexual content.
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.
Anything, Chapter 1
by Mootycakes
(Cartman's POV)
Luckily Mr. Broflovski opened the door when I got to Kyle's house. I can't stand that bitch of a mother he has. "Oh, Eric, you're here early." No shit sherlock, I just want to get this project over with.
"Yes sir, I thought it would be best to arrive a bit early since Kyle and I aren't too certain of what we plan to do for the physics final project." I smile at him and he looks pleased with my answer. It's almost too easy to manipulate parents, especially ones who base your worth on your grades.
"Well it's nice to know that Kyle has a friend that knows the importance of schoolwork. That Stanley boy doesn't do anything except play football and don't you even get me started on Kenny." I have to hold in my laughter. I guess he's forgotten what a horrible influence I've been in the past, but that was years ago. "Kyle is up in his room. Feel free to make yourself at home." I nod and head up the stairs.
I can hear him muttering something when I reach the second floor, so I continue my approach quietly. This could be an excellent blackmail opportunity, especially if he's on the phone with that loser Marsh. Putting my ear up to the door, I'm shocked. Who jerks it right before their friends come over?
He starts to moan louder now. "Oh, Eric!"
My eyes go as wide as saucers. What the fuck was that? I wrench the door open and low and behold there lies my favorite Jew, gripping his sheets tightly with one hand and gripping himself with the other.
"Oh my God! Cartman?!" He screams and scrambles to cover himself up. "I was just...uh."
"Touching yourself while thinking about me?" I finish for him before shutting and locking his bedroom door. He blushes and I smirk at him. "Well, well, well, Kyle. I had no idea you had the hots for me."
"Listen Cartman, you can't tell anyone about this." I chuckle and smirk at him. "I'm serious dude. I'll do whatever you want." Well this is an intriguing and potentially profitable situation. "If anyone were to find out, my life would be destroyed. You know my parents are homophobic and I'm not sure what kind of brainwashing they'd try to put me through if I came out in high school."
"Anything, huh?" He should really know better than to offer me something like that by now.
"Anything," he replied softly, not making eye contact. I chuckled menacingly. This is going to be fun.