READ ME FIRST!: Eric && Kyle have both have had a bad day, && decide to unwind in their own way. OCCASIONAL F-BOMBS && XXX AHEAD! (anal)
Days at the office usually sucked balls, but for Eric Cartman, he doesn't remember the last time one day at work had wiped him out this badly. It wasn't so much that the workload was overwhelming, but the fact that his co-workers could barely keep up the pace. Fucking slackers … Although he spent most of his younger years in school slacking off, he still hasn't felt the urge to slack off and pass the work to the office noob, like most of the colleagues did, obviously. Going into college, Eric went into advertising, since it seemed easy enough for him to get into, which he proved to be a natural; although it brought many stressful workdays like today, it brought home a nice juicy paycheck, so he couldn't complain too much about such trivialities.
Kyle, in turn, didn't turn to a career in law upon entering college, like his parents hoped, but instead in accounting. Despite the fact that it resulted in Eric unleashing a barrage of Jew jokes at his expense, he knew he found his niche. Kyle has always been a natural at figures and accounting, and it had nothing to do with his heritage; he always reasoned with himself that learning finances and expenses early in life would prove to be a necessity in his adult life, which also helped when he became a part-time math tutor in high school, since he was practically a genius with numbers. Even with the grueling work hours he pulled, Kyle still felt confident in his career choice, especially getting a sweet paycheck for crunching numbers didn't seem so bad.
The drive home from work went by uneventfully, but Eric couldn't wait to be home to unwind with his boyfriend. Pulling into the driveway, he saw Kyle's hybrid already parked in their driveway. Kyle's already home? He must've had a pretty rough day at work, too, Eric internally reasoned, pulling his car next to Kyle's, grabbed his laptop, and walked into their house.
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Stepping inside, he called out Kyle's name, searching for any sign of activity or indication of where he may be in the house; opening the sliding door that lead to the back porch, Eric took a quick peek outside to check if he was perhaps having a glass of his crazy kosher wine outside the house, like he does whenever he had a REALLY bad day at work, but he furrowed his brows together when he realized he wasn't out there either. Sliding the backdoor shut, he decided not to worry about finding his boyfriend for the time being, and as he began climbing up the stairs, he could hear the shower running. Pressing his ear to the bathroom door, he knew he had finally found Kyle, and entered their bedroom only to throw off his clothes unceremoniously.
Now fully nude, he turned the bathroom door handle to find that the door was thankfully unlocked. Opening the door, he found Kyle inside their transparent glass shower enclosure, stark naked, back towards the door, both hands pressed against the shower wall, holding his weight, head down, water cascading down his hair, and pouring down his lithe body. Drinking in the erotic sight of his boyfriend in his nude glory, he felt the need to break the sexual tension by quickly cutting in, with a playful tone in his voice, "Leaving the door unlocked, hm? Were you expecting company, Kahl?" Snapping his head towards the source of the voice, Kyle knew exactly who it was without even needing to look up; although he couldn't hear exactly what Eric said over the running water, he automatically knew that he was probably making a dig at him leaving the bathroom door unlocked. Poking his head out of the shower, meeting Eric's gaze with his piercing green eyes, he retorted, "shut up, fatass! I had a rough day at work, and I've been craving this hot shower all day." Feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline at his unwelcomed nickname, Eric shot back, "aye! I haven't been fat since I was in football in junior high! And, for your information, I had a bad day today, too, so come on and get out of there, already!" Kyle deadpanned in response, "no chance in hell. Looks like you're going to have to wait your turn, 'cause I'm going to be here for a while," shutting the shower door behind him, resuming his shower.
Glaring at the inconsiderate asshole that is his boyfriend, Eric decided he wasn't going to take no for an answer, not today, so he walked boldly into the shower, shutting the door behind him, and looked defiantly at Kyle. "Who said you were invited?" Kyle quickly quipped, looking back over his shoulder at his audacious boyfriend. "Gotta conserve water, Kahl; you should know all about that, since I know how much you love to pinch pennies." Eric mocked, letting his eyes roam freely up and down Kyle's lean figure. A blush started to blossom on his cheeks from his boyfriend's obvious staring, suddenly very aware of their nudity; Kyle scoffed, "fine then. Could you at least hand me my shower gel, since you're here?," keeping his back towards Eric, almost flaunting his soaked backside.
An idea sparked when he grabbed the shower gel bottle; squeezing some of its contents onto his hand, he couldn't help but smirk to himself at the sheer genius of his idea. Letting the cool gel make contact on Kyle's back, Eric began massaging his shoulders. "Mm, what's this for?" Kyle asked, his questioning tone mutating his voice into a breathy moan; with the combination of hot water, steam, and Eric knowing exactly where to touch him, Kyle was quickly becoming putty in Eric's strong hands. "You said it yourself: you've had a bad day, and I just want to help make you feel better, Kahhl." Eric drawled, his darkening voice whispered into the redhead's ear, never stopping his ministrations, setting his trap.
After hearing that familiar drawl once again, Kyle snapped himself out of his self-induced trance, looked back over his shoulder into his boyfriend's azure eyes, quirked an eyebrow, inquiring, "did you eat all my Jordan almonds again? You know I have those special-ordered!" Still trying to place Eric's inexplicable act of selflessness, Kyle knew there was a motive for Eric's affections. "Why, Kahl, I'm offended! Why do you always have to think the worst of me? Especially when I try to do something nice for you; just relax, Jew, and let me make everything all better … " Eric sensually let his voice trail, rubbing the smaller boy's shoulders in concentric circles, moving his way lower. Of course, Kyle knew without a doubt that Eric was setting a trap for him by now, but despite his best efforts to sober himself up from Eric's effects, anything logical from then on dissolved into a pile of mush; all he knew now was he simply didn't care anymore, and didn't want Eric to stop.
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Without realizing, his left hand was pressed up against the wall again, holding his weight, with right hand teasing himself, taking long, slow strokes on his steadily growing member. Not a moment after, he felt Eric's hands begin to roam to his front, pressing Kyle's back to his own toned chest, both now being consumed by the flowing water; he began leaving delicate kisses on his shoulders, fingers grazing his smooth skin, moving lower and lower till his right hand took over Kyle's. When his hand made contact, and began to stroke his hardening cock, that was when Kyle lost control of his volume, closing his eyes shut, throwing his head back onto Eric's supporting frame, his mind a foggy haze of lust. Moans and whimpers started bubbling from his parted lips. Kyle could no longer think; he was completely captive to Eric's seduction. The hot water unyielding on his psyche, Kyle begun bucking against Eric's hand, completely lost in his own lust; feeling he was getting close to his orgasm, Kyle turned his face towards Eric's, his lips searching for his, needing to kiss him more than ever at that moment. Eric was keeping his lips at a distance, cruelly smirking at his Jew's plight. Threading his fingers through Eric's soaked hair, Kyle couldn't take his boyfriend's sadistic teasing. "Oh, God, don't tease me right now," Kyle moaned, his voice completely corrupted by his need to kiss Eric. Eric, in turn, nuzzled his face Kyle's flaming curls, which were slowly getting weighed down by the water, replied, "Not unless you do something for me first, Kahhl," letting his arousal come through his voice, as well as his nether regions. Opening his eyes finally, his clouded emerald eyes looking into Eric's blue eyes defiantly, his adrenaline starting to clear his lust, and asked "like what, exactly?" Eric could only continue smirking as he breathed into his Jew's ear, "that you suck my balls, Kahl."
Just like that, Kyle's fog was mostly lifted, and he returned with a smirk of his own, while Eric continued his seduction, "fuck you … " As soon as the words left Kyle's lips, he felt himself being shoved to the wall, which he retaliated by spinning around, so his back was to the wall, and not his front; Eric approached him dangerously, closing the gap between them again, his desire obvious in his gaze while he looked at Kyle. Seeing Eric's lustful eyes with his own, Kyle wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, pulling his face tauntingly close, their noses touching, yet lingering there; now it was Eric's turn to endure some teasing as Kyle slid his hand down Eric's chest, and firmly started palming Eric's cock.
Eric threw his head back, firmly gripped Kyle's hips, lips parted as he exhaled, savoring Kyle's ministrations on him; now the steam was starting to intoxicate him, much like it did to Kyle earlier, as he was starting to get lost in the haze of his arousal. Kyle, watching intently Eric's reactions to what he was doing, was feeling his arousal come back to him, but in a different way than before; feeling his predatorial side start to kick in, Kyle then shoved both himself and Eric against the other side of their shower wall, never stopping his pleasurable assault. "Moan for me …," Kyle breathed, enjoying himself watching Eric's fit of ecstasy; Eric lifted his head back, opened his eyes, looking back into Kyle's, both gazes obviously darkened and cloudy from their mutual lust, and did what Kyle requested from him, shutting his eyes again.
As odd as this role reversal was for Eric, he felt strangely thrilled, letting Kyle take charge. They've only experimented switching roles from time to time, but every time they did was better than the last; knowing his Jew was getting off watching him, just as he gets off watching him, aroused him further as he continued moaning for Kyle, who continued stroking his member. Feeling himself start to build up, Eric's hands left Kyle's hips, and pulled Kyle to him, kissing passionately. As much as Kyle wanted to continue his teasing, he needed Eric just as badly, if not more. Both feeling a strong need for each other, they both couldn't stand any more teasing from the other. Tongues battling for dominance, Eric's fingers entwined in Kyle's fiery curls, Kyle's fingernails leaving harsh scratch marks on the other's back; they could no longer hold back the sheer ferocity of their lust, both rock hard by now, and twitching in need.
Knowing Kyle was more than ready, Eric pulled back to look into his half-lidded, lustful eyes; "Turn around," was all he needed to say to Kyle, for he knew exactly what was to come next. He smirked with a knowing grin as he turned himself around, his forearms holding his weight against the wall, back arched, hips jutted behind him; Kyle was definitely ready for him, and Eric smirked deviously to himself. Producing his waterproof lube from his hiding spot, Kyle could only wonder out loud, "Where have you been hiding that?" His inquisitive question was instantaneously warped into a loud moan as he felt Eric's lubed finger enter him, pushing up against his sweet spot; now it was Kyle's turn to moan loudly for Eric as he then pushed a second, then third, finger inside Kyle, opening him up for his cock. "Don't worry about it," was all Eric replied, his voice low and velvety. Kyle was steadily feeling himself lose control, bucking against Eric's deliciously invading fingers while they rubbed against his most secret spot; he was soon afraid he may lost it completely, and come too soon if Eric continued his ministrations on him.
After feeling satisfied that Kyle was prepared for him, Eric slathered his aching cock, then positioned himself to Kyle's entrance. Easing his way in, he gripped Kyle's hips, controlling his incisive urge to slam his cock into him with one thrust. Entering Kyle unprotected brought back an array of rediscovered sensations to both him and Kyle; despite the fact that the two have been together since their teen years, they seldom indulged in barebacking, mainly because of the mess it would leave after, however, Kyle agreed to make it conditional: barebacking can be acceptable, only when in the shower. Kyle sharply inhaled, feeling Eric's smooth member slowly penetrate him, obviously careful not to hurt his Jew in the process; no matter times they've done this, the initial push was always the most painful, but after a few seconds, that pain is quickly forgotten. Within less than a minute, Eric knew Kyle was indeed ready when he further impaled himself on Eric's cock, his eyes looking back at him over his shoulder, bedroom eyes obvious in his emerald eyes, surrounded by clouds of steam. God, he is so beautiful, and he doesn't even realize it … Eric smirked in return, and thrust himself again, only to receive a satisfying moan from his delectable lover. Eric then gripped on his hips a little tighter, pounding his lover with a ferocious passion as they both continued being rained over, as both were continually enveloped by the steam.
Eric could never get enough of Kyle when they were in the midst of their lovemaking; as he buried himself further into Kyle, all he could think of was his lithe lover under him: his body's receptiveness, his silky tightness, his moans which always serves as a great indicator the amount of pleasure he's experiencing, his copper red ringlets, his intense green eyes clouded over with lust … Running water, shallow breathing, soft moans, and the slap of skin on skin impacts was all that could be heard in their bathroom, both nearing their orgasms. Feeling Kyle's body writhe against him while the raining hot water ran down Kyle's milky skin, Eric was completely captivated by the sight in front of him. He then needed those soft pink lips of Kyle's, and needed them now, so he pulled himself back, ran his fingers through Kyle's red locks, grabbed a fistful, and gave a firm tug towards himself; "Kiss me," was all Eric needed to request, bending Kyle's limber body backwards, arched almost impossibly. Eric relished in his Jew's passionate moans as they kissed feverishly.
After pulling his lips back from Kyle, they both knew they were close; their rhythm was beginning to get more and more out-of-sync, and both couldn't hold off for much longer. Eric, not being one to stick to just one position, abruptly pulled himself out of Kyle, turned the redhead around, pinned Kyle against the wall, slid Kyle's body upwards, kept his grip on his thighs, shoved himself back in with one smooth thrust, and continued his fast pace into him. Kyle's mind was still reeling from Eric's merciless thrusts, it all made him want more of him; as quickly as he was pushed against the wall, feet off the floor, his body instantly knew to hug Eric's waist with his slippery legs, and to wrap his arms around his broad shoulders. With this new position, now his neglected cock was rubbing against Eric's abs with every buck, the precipitation clinging to the shower wall cooling off his back. Feeling himself teetering over the edge, Eric had one last request from him, "moan for me … " Kyle slowly opened his eyes, completely glazed over, gazed into Eric's clouded eyes, parted his lips again, and moaned loudly as he completely lost control over himself, splashing his seed onto Eric's stomach.
With that, Eric shot his seed into Kyle, gripping his Jew as he felt his walls clench around his cock, as his lover's warm seed shot out onto his abs. Both slowly climbing down from their sexual rush, Kyle slowly unwrapped his legs, Eric's hands still holding and supporting him till his feet touched the ground, but not releasing him from his embrace. Feeling overwhelmed by the hot water and steam, Eric then turned the cold water knob, making the water pouring over them lukewarm; with a wink, Eric guided them both each under the showerhead, and Kyle instantly figured out his intention. Letting the colder water wash over them, they both held each other tighter, kissing each other tenderly as the water worked to sober up their haze.
Pulling away, Kyle smiled sweetly, "mm, … I don't remember if we've ever kissed in the rain before, but I think that was much better." Eric gave a soft chuckle with his reply, "probably, but we've kissed in the snow before, and that's essentially the same thing." Both effectively unwound from their activities, both proceeded to wash themselves off; Eric quickly rinsing off his lover's seed from his stomach, and Kyle washed himself thoroughly, feeling Eric's seed leaking from his entrance. "Need some help, Kahl?" Eric cheekily offered; Kyle smirked in reply, "I think that's how this all got started, not that I'm complaining." Both laughed, "you know that I didn't insist on protection just now because we're in the shower, right?" Eric nodded, knowing his Jew felt the need to make his point clear.
After turning off water, Kyle quickly added, "In all honesty, I don't think we saved any water with that shower, just so you know." "True, … but still worth it, regardless" Eric smiled; Kyle returning the smile, truly glad at the turn of events that just took place. Realizing that it was probably dinnertime by now, Kyle swiftly stole one last kiss from his boyfriend's lips, stepped out, and grabbed his and Eric's towels. The redhead handled Eric his blue towel as Eric followed suit behind him; "c'mon, babe. Let's throw on some clothes, and make some dinner. I need some nosh after all that cardio," Kyle winked, his green towel wrapped tightly around his waist as he exited the bathroom, walking towards their bedroom to get dressed.
Eric smiled, wrapping his towel around his waist, noticing how Kyle suddenly became so sprightly after their spontaneous rendezvous. Knowing how truly expressive his boyfriend is, he was glad to have brought a smile to Kyle's face after his bad day at work; Eric quickly followed behind Kyle to their bedroom, also looking to throw on a quick change of clothes for dinner.
Watching Kyle get dressed as he walked in, Eric could only smile deviously at himself again as he observed him, knowing he'll soon be taking off those clothes in a matter of hours.
COMMENTARY: this def took A LOT longer than I intended originally, but it also didnt help when I had the original draft accidentally overwritten; I was kicking myself so bad when I found out like you dont even know! but, thankfully, I remembered the core elements, rewrote the bulk, && revamped it to the point I wanted to make this originally, so it all worked out for the best :) this chapter is def much longer in comparison to my first chapter, but still quite proud of how it turned out; this was my first full-fledged lemon piece, complete with barebacking (unprotected anal sex), actual dialogue, && wallbanging! loved writing this, but SO glad Im finished; hope you all enjoyed it, since it took me legit forever to stay focused while writing … it can be super hard writing love scenes with a raging boner!, && Im actually a girl, btwz LMFAO!
sooo, to anyone who caught some similarities to other works, I will admit I get easily inspired, && always use favorites as a guide for myself; if youre offended or feel plagiarized, I deeply apologize, && have no problem giving credit where it is due (i.e. thefullmetalAlchemistcayla's Lazy Minty Morning [via FFnet], JeyDS' *sexy shower* [via DVNTRTcom], etc.)
for anyone who see Kyle as being weak, I assure you, Kyle is def NOT weak; for Eric && Kyle, their lovegames are more of a constant power battle than just a normal session of sex. they both clearly feel of need to one-up the other, keeping their dominance over the other by demonstrating their power over the other, yet getting their kicks, also. its actually one of the many reasons why I love this pairing: its not an easy "I love you" / "I love you, too," like Style tends to be; with Kyman, its so much more complex, thus more interesting to watch unfold; sure, victory is sweet when you win, but sometimes, losing can feel even better, let me tell ya! ;) LOL!
but seriously, thank you to all who have fav'ed, story alerted, && reviewed on my Kyman tales so far :) you bitches are the reason why I continue to write these shenanz, no lie! hope you all continue reading && enjoying, since theres def more to come, I promise ;)
P.S. – did anyone LOL on the Jordan almonds line? I had to first look up candy thats diabetic-friendly, && figured both boys may indulge on an occasional sweet-tooth moment, && Jordan almonds seemed like a plausible idea :)
P.P.S. – Kyle's crazy kosher wine mentioned is Manischewitz, btwz; its one of my fav brands of wine, && I aint even kosher!, ... like at all (I FUCKIN' LOVE BACON!)