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Kyle and Token have gone out on a couple of dates. But I always thought Kyle would be really shy about it towards his friends, especially if it's only been a couple of dates. Will Cartman replace Token as his boyfriend? Hm, well, I don't want to reveal that already. Keep reading to find out...

WARNING: this chapter contains a describtion of hypoglycemia, a possible side effect of diabetes. BUT! I don't have diabetes myself nor do I know people who do, so this is all based on internet research. If I displayed it incorrectly please forgive and let it slide?

Also, this is a big chapter. We all know what that means: SMUT. Ow, yeaaah.

Hotter than a match head

I knew the chance that Kyle would not want to meet me was enormous but I decided to go for it. Stan was still absent, I figured he was either banging Wendy or sleeping, I didn't care. Kenny had also vanished from the face of the earth so I really didn't have much of another choice but to go to the basketball court where the gay would probably be. I hated to admit it but I liked hanging out with the ginger. Even if that meant making out with him or something more.

I parked my car at the basketball court and walked up. Yes, I had been correct. Kyle was playing basketball with a couple of guys, with among them, I grinded my teeth, Token. I walked up to the fence.

"Yo, JEW!"

"What?!" He still sounded angry and continued playing.

"Come and get ice cream with me."

"No."

"Damn it, Jew, it wasn't a question!"

"Relax, dude!" Clyde said, passing to Francis. "You can have him in a bit." I flushed an embarrassed red and sat down in the shadow watching them play for a bit. They were all unbelievably red and sweaty. I could see Kyle getting a sunburn as I watched. From my place in the shadow it was less obvious I was spying on him. I couldn't help but notice that Kyle somethings looked a bit more sweaty than the rest and also that he seemed a but confused sometimes. Maybe the heat was getting to him, too.

Suddenly he stood still, eyes unfocused and swaying a bit. I frowned. Clyde noticed it too and he came up to Kyle. I heard him ask:

"You okay?" But Kyle shook his head and suddenly he sagged to his knees. I got up immediately and walked into the basketball court as Clyde and Kevin helped Kyle to his feet who was still shaking. The other were gathering around him, not giving him any space.

"Maybe it's the heat." But I thought different. Kyle was mumbling something and appeared confused and sweating. It wasn't the heat, it was his diabetes. He had told us what to do in such a case. I had laughed at that moment and said I would just let him slip into a coma or something but at this moment I wasn't going to let him die on me. Damn it if he was going to die because of a stupid disease instead of by my hands.
Clyde helped Kyle into the shadows and I went to the mess of backpacks and located Kyle's. The filthy orange was immediately recognizable. For a gay he sure didn't have a good feeling for color. Token ushered the others away so that Kyle had more room. I took his backpack with me and moved to sit on my knees next to Kyle. Clyde was forcing a bottle of water against Kyle's lips who took it gingerly and with shaking hands. Unzipping Kyle's backpack I rummaged around in it, deciding to ignore the lube and condoms I encountered there. Kyle was coughing and looking at me. I knew he was trying to say something but he was too out of it. I found his glucometer and two syringes. I grabbed his hand, pricking his finger with the glucometer.

The little screen gave a weird measurement. Kyle had told us that it was meant for high values, not low ones. So that indicated not a too high level of glucose, but a too low one. A good thing I had checked first, I nearly wanted to administer insulin, which would have made things worse.

"What are you doing?" Clyde asked.

"What does it look like? Rescuing him, you douche." Kyle had told us what to do in a case like this: giving him sugar. But he was too confused to eat, he looked nearly drunk-like. His eyes unfocusing and I was almost sure he was about to pass out. I grabbed the syringe with the label "Glucagon" and immediately turned him over pushing his jeans down and the needle into his buttock, emptying it. Clyde turned a bit green at the sight, but I redressed him and turned him over again. I only had eyes for Kyle's face. Token came up to me and looked down at Kyle, his face worried.

"You sure you did the right thing?" Behind him the rest of the team had resumed playing.

"What? Yes!" Of course everybody would think I was poisoning him. Like I would do that right in front of them. Kyle kept sweating and remained unfocused.

"You really sure?"

"YES TOKEN! It needs 15 minutes, he told us how to do this." And sure, Kyle slowly got some color back and looked at me with a more steady look.

"Oh, thank God." I had said it before I knew it. He was breathing deeply now and looked much more focused. After a few more minutes he nodded shakily.

"All right, Kyle's back in the game you guys!" Kevin shouted happily.

"No he's not you moron!" I snapped back over my shoulder. I zipped up Kyle's backpack.

"Do you feel better now?" Clyde asked. Kyle nodded and gave him his water bottle back. I got up and pulled Kyle up, taking his backpack in my free hand. We had been sitting there for nearly 20 minutes but I knew it would take a while before he was completely himself.

"Come on." I led him towards my car. No way I was going to let him play anymore now. As we walked he was slapped on the back by the others and Token made a motion that indicated he should call him. Kyle smiled weakly at their actions and permitted me to led him towards my car. I pushed him inside and drove off. We were silent for the bigger part of the ride. He knew what I wanted to hear, but he was too proud to say it. When I drove into his street I heard him mumble.

"Thanks."

"What was that Kahl? didn't hear you!" I said loudly.

"I said: THANK YOU." He shouted at me.

"Good Jew." I said sweetly, parking my car in front of his house. We both got out and I didn't ask permission to follow him inside.

"Oh, hey bro, hey fatty." Ike greeted us from the couch.

"Hey Ike." I said to him after I saw Kyle's stern look. Kyle went to the kitchen but I got up the stairs and into his room and turned the fan on. His bed was a mess of pillows and blankets and I sincerely hoped it was because he had not gotten any sleep not because he had gotten some. I kicked the covers away and lay down. Kyle came in carrying two glasses of water and looking bewildered.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

He was silent, then: "I told you I'm not some service Cartman!"

"Next time I'll let you die, Jew face! Your precious boyfriend didn't even seem to know what to do."

He set the glasses of water down on his desk and got out his glucometer to prick his finger again. I heard is phone beep and he got it out of his pants. No doubt a text from Token. I felt strangely proud when he ignored it and instead chose to talk to me.

"You're such a jerk." I ignored that statement. He seemed satisfied with the number on the screen of his glucometer and sat down on the bed.

"Look. Okay, I already said thank you, didn't I?"

"You did, and you really can't say it enough, you know that." He was silent and lay down next to me.

"Why did it happen?" I asked after some more silence. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Probably too much exercise. It's bad for my…condition."

"Then why do you do it?"

He shrugged. "I like basketball. I forgot that when I do it too much, this stuff happens." I turned to my side to look at him.

"Well, then you should thank me for being there. At least I was able to save you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He turned to me. We were silent again and he looked at me steadily. I felt uneasy at his stare and shifted. His look was different than how henormally looked in this situations. He looked hungry, nearly. It gave me chills, I wasn't used to this look. But I liked it. It was clear this day had made him so out of it, that he needed well, some release. I loved it when Kyle needed or wanted me.

I wasn't surprised therefore when his hand slid into my hair or when he leaned in to softly drag his lips over mine. I responded to his kiss and quickly forced my tongue into his mouth. His kiss was also different than how he normally kissed. It was more aggressive and demanding and before I knew it I was pushed onto my back. His passion was evident in his touches and his hot mouth on mine. He kissed me eagerly and his hands roved over my body, I squirmed a bit as I felt his hands trace my chest and stomach. Gays were about the body and my body was well, not gay proof. But his lips landed on my neck and he kissed and licked my skin then his hands drifted lower and he pushed my legs apart. I started but then he came up, still kissing me and he lay down between my legs.

"Kahl.." But he cut me off when he rolled his hips into mine. A loud groan forced itself from my lips. It felt weird, Kyle grinding into me like that, but good weird. My legs rose on their own accord, giving Kyle better access and he took full advantage of that, rolling his hips harder against mine. His erection pressing against mine as he kissed my neck harshly. His hands grabbed my hips and he grinded down onto me. I moaned loudly in his curls as he repeated the movement. His urgency suddenly quiet clear to me. But that same urgency was in me and I bucked back and my hands drifted over his back.

"Kahl, what are you…" But I was cut off again as he grinded down particularly hard. His breathing was coming out in gasps and I knew I was moaning quietly. His right hand shifted up and he grasped the hem of my shirt and he started to pull it up. Immediately I pushed him away hard so that he was forced off of me.

"No!" We were both panting. He looked at me confused.

"What-?" But then realization hit him. "Why are you so insecure about all this?"

"Seriously? Look at me, Kahl!" I petted my protruding stomach and smacked my thighs. "And now look at you!" His eyes moved up and down over my body and I could see his mouth twitch. Was the bastard actually going to laugh at me? His mouth twitched some more before bursting out laughing.

"This isn't funny, Jewface!" I punched him in the shoulder and he fell down on his back.

"But it is." He wheezed.

"Why? Tell me why this is funny? Because I sure as hell don't find it funny!" I leaned over him, glaring down angrily. He managed to stop laughing and whispered in my face.

"You think I'm hot." I blushed enormously at that.

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, yes you do! Cartman thinks I'm hooooot." He sang.

"Stop it!" I whacked him on his stomach. But he just giggled and grabbed my arm. Before I had time to stop him he had pushed me onto my back again.

"Let me show you what I think about your body." He whispered in my ear. His lips were on my neck instantly, sucking, licking and teasing. With some force he pushed my legs apart and lay between them, hands drifting over my chest and shoulders. Just as I was about to tangle my hands into his hair to pull him closer he backed up. This time I couldn't stop him when both his hands reached down and pulled my shirt up. Some unintelligent whine fell from my lips but he had already thrown my shirt on the floor. Without hesitation he pulled his own shirt off too.

"There, we're even." He moved back over my body, kissing my collarbone and his long-fingered hands skidding over my nipples. I moaned when our chest met. We were both sweaty but he was lean, strong and fuck, did that feel good. It felt even better when his mouth drifted lower and all my doubts about were pushed aside when I heard him moan softly as he kissed my chest and press his tongue into my nipples. Kyle wanted me, the evidence was poking against my leg rather hard. My own hands moved over his shoulders and into his hair as he sucked on my nipple. I groaned and pressed him closer. He kept licking me but his hands drifted lower, fingers hooking into my pants. He backed up and swiftly pulled them off. He licked his lips and went to move over my body again but I held up my hand. He raised his eyebrows in question. With shaking hands I undid his shorts and slid them down a bit.
I had a feeling I knew where this was heading but I felt I wanted it. The way Kyle kissed me or treated my body was amazing, so much better than I had ever anticipated. I wanted more. And usually when I want something, I get it. Our kiss was more desperate this time. I dove my hand into his boxers and stroked him as his hands kneaded my stomach and my hips. He was panting harshly against my chest where he was still pressing desperate kisses and licks. His hands shakily pulled at my boxers and I lifted my hips so that he could pull them off. Without hesitation he took off his own. Jesus, he was beautiful naked. But I had barely a moment before he came back. Kissing me with a burning desire and I responded willingly, moaning and moving my hands into his hair. I pulled him onto me and he settled between my legs, rubbing us together.

"Oh, fuck." I moaned against his lips as he bucked into me shallowly. He buried his head in my shoulder and kissed me there. My hands stroked his shoulders and back and I growled low in my throat as he bit down on my skin. His left hand held my hip and he was slowly rocking into me. His hot breath fell on my ear as he whispered.

"Oh, fuck Cartman! I- I want to.." He stopped himself. But damn, I wanted it too. His need for me was having its effect on me too. The idea of taking our 'sessions' further didn't terrify me at all, even if it meant that Kyle would be on top. It actually made me exited, the way he practically worshipped my body and what it would feel like if he did that a bit more.
One of my hands left his shoulder and encountered his little bedside table. If I knew Kyle well this was where I would find it. And sure, when I had opened the little drawer my hand instantly felt a bottle of lube. I got it out and pushed it against his chest. He swallowed as he took it from me but opened it nonetheless. It was such a weird sight to see him squirt some lube onto his hand that I had to distract myself.
I started kissing his sweaty neck and let my hands drift over the warm skin of his shoulders. His right hand moved lower and I felt his slick fingers slide over my opening. My eyes snapped open. Wow, that felt weird. My eyes found his and I saw he was a bit nervous but I could tell he really, really wanted to do this as well. I felt my eyes widen as one of those long fingers slowly pressed into me. Slowly he moved it in and out of me and it took me a while to get used to the weird invasive feeling. I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. It made me relax more and Kyle took it as a cue to push another finger in. I instinctively clamped down on him. His soft lips were suddenly on my face, kissing me and he whispered in my neck.

"You have to trust me Cartman." I growled but took another deep breath and felt myself relax. He slipped his fingers in, thrusting softly and slowly.

"Yeah, like that. You're doing really good." He murmured breathlessly. He spread his fingers slowly and then he pushed them up.

"Oh, FUCK!" I groaned out. White, hot pleasure had shot through me, making me completely forget my discomfort. Kyle kept kissing me and spread his fingers more, grazing over that one spot from time to time. My hands were moving over his shoulder, combing his hair lazily. The discomfort and weird feeling had left me. It was now a strange kind of dull pleasure that made me want more. His hand suddenly left me and I saw him picking up a pillow and raise my hips with his hands to push it under me. I didn't like being in such a vulnerable position. He saw my expression but whispered in my ear.

"It's easier like this, trust me." I wanted to make some remark about how he must be a whore to know that but then his fingers were back, sliding in deep. He had been right, his access was much better this way. I couldn't help but groan loudly as he found a slow thrusting pace. My eyes were closed and I was panting I knew. But Kyle was the same. Whenever I opened my eyes I saw his concentrated face, flushed red and his eyes had a misty haze, like he couldn't believe he was doing this and how he wanted it so bad. I gasped when I felt a third finger prod me and slide in slowly. The discomfort was back. Kyle seemed to notice and leaned in again, kissing my chest and murmuring softly. As the strange feeling slowly ebbed away I felt my knees rise, exposing myself more. Normally I would freak out about it but I knew how Kyle was all ethic and trustworthy and stuff. He wouldn't make fun of it. And judging by his hard and red erection it was actually appreciated very much. I noticed how I was really, fully stretched right now but that Kyle was stalling.

"Jesus Christ, Kahl!" I said raspy. "I'm ready!" I groaned. He withdrew his hands and grabbed the lube. With shaking hands he covered himself in it. He moved forward and I raised my hips. I saw him biting his lip as he slowly guided himself into me. Our groans were simultaneous. I clutched the sheets in my grip and pushed my head back. He leaned in, one hand on my hip the other next to my head. He kissed me over my face.

"Fuck, you feel good." He whispered against me cheek. I was panting and trying to get used to this feeling. He was in so much deeper than his fingers and it felt very different too. The way his hipbones pressed into me and the feeling of his stomach over mine was intense. He gave me time to relax as he kept kissing me on my face, his hand on my hip stroking me comfortingly. I took a couple of deep breaths and felt myself relax. He noticed it too and slowly withdrew and rocked back in. I groaned at the feeling.

"Ughn...weird. Nice. Fuck."

It was strange but so good. He seemed to agree with me and moaned against my neck as he found a slow, sensual rhythm:

"Oh, fuck yeah."

My hands found their way onto his lower back, reveling in the feel of his muscles moving under my fingers as he slowly grinded into me.

"Oh, fuck, you're really warm, Cartman." He groaned against my neck. "Feels so nice." He finished. Right now I could only moan and grunt softly in his hair. Then he moved back from my neck, both hands onto my hips and he tilted them. I knew what he was going to do, but wasn't prepared for it either way. He grinded back in and hit my prostrate dead on. His fingers had felt great but it felt like his cock had been made for the sole purpose of hitting that spot. I jerked and arched my back, taking him in deeper. The groan that escaped my lips was needy.

"Right there, huh, Cartman?" I saw him smirk down on me a bit.

"Fuck you, Kahl." I moaned back, even as I started to push back into his sensual grinding. In his current position I could admire his body more, the rippling of the muscles in his lower abdomen and the easy movements of his hips that I had admired earlier in full view. Fuck, he was hot. I really didn't see why he wanted to do something like this with me. But he was moaning under his breath and biting his lips, who were becoming fuller and redder because of it. A soft blush present on his upper body and I saw him look down on my body hungrily. Oh yes, Kyle wanted me, there was no doubt about that. He leaned in to place a shaking hand next to my head and kissed my neck. He panted softly in my ear as he picked up his pace. I was slowly losing it. I was groaning and pushing back desperately, wanting that finish and climax eagerly.

"God, you're so tight." He whimpered as he moved even faster, ramming into my prostrate. "Oh, fuck, fuck, it feels so good." I grabbed his waist and pulled him into me harder. I knew I was panting just as loudly as he was. He leaned in to kiss my neck again.

"Come on, Cartman." He groaned. He wanted me to finish. I could tell he was holding back just barely. "Come on." But then his hand on my hip moved up to grasp my erection.

"Oh, fuck, FUCK!" I groaned, spilling myself over my stomach. His breathing hitched as I clamped around him, pushing into me hard and fast, prolonging my orgasm and coming himself.

"Yes, yes, YES!" he chanted in my ear as he grinded into me hard. He panted while slowly stilling his movements, resting his head against my collarbone. He pulled out and moved to collapse next to me. We were both panting and Kyle was hiding his face in his elbow, arm thrown over his eyes. I pulled the pillow out from under me and dropped it on the floor. Damn, I was covered in all kinds of nasty stuff, but Kyle interrupter my thoughts about cleaning up.

"Did I hurt you?" He was still out of breath and hiding his face.

"What? No, I thought that was clear." I grunted back.

"Oh, okay." Then something clicked in my head.

"Wait." I turned to him, tugging his arm away from his face. He turned to face me. "Had you never...never done something like that?" He blushed furiously, eyes darting away from mine.

"Well, not exactly like that." He got up from his bed, still stark naked and I continued to gape at him. He walked towards his desk and I saw him prick his finger again.

"Why not?" I asked him. He blushed even more.

"People always assume I'm a bottom." He cursed softly when he saw the screen, digging around in his backpack again. He got out some sugar cubes and put them in his mouth. His hands were shaking a bit and he looked a bit dazed. I realized that this day had probably been too intense for him. He continued talking though, as he chewed on the cubes.

"Not that I mind, I just never had the chance to…" he shook his head as if he didn't want to delve into it more. He lay down on the bed again and I saw he was exhausted. I pulled myself up, looking down at him. He was already slipping into sleep, his face all relaxed and well, satisfied.

"You should get some sleep, Kahl."

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry." He mumbled. I got up and cleaned myself with some tissues and dressed myself. Soreness was already setting in and I was desperately in the need of a shower.

"Don't touch my stuff, Cartman." He mumbled. I chuckled and leaned in over him, grinning. His sleepy eyes met mine. He looked really pretty in this afterglow. Okay, let's dial the gayness down, shall we? One of his hands came up and he grasped my neck, pulling me down. Our lips met softly.

"I'm going home."

"Mmm." He kissed me again.

"I'll see you later, Kahl."

"Hm, yeah, okay." His hand dropped and he had fallen asleep. I walked towards the window and looked back one last time. He looked really peaceful like that. I cursed myself and got onto the windowsill and got out. As I was driving towards my house I realized I was still thinking about had happened that day. That weird 'glucose attack', the strange assertive look in Kyle's eyes, the way he had nearly worshipped my body, the way he had looked when he had fucked me. The weird, sensitive feeling I had felt when kissing him goodbye.

When I drove into my street it took me a while to realize that that was all I could think about.

All I could think about was Kyle.

God fucking damn it.

Next up: Cartman may be confused...but so is Kyle...

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