Cartman's lips moved restlessly over Clyde's abdomen, slinking down towards his groin. They were naked and sweaty, and God, was it perfect.
Clyde whimpered weakly, hands winding into his lovers hair. He tugged, trying to pull him up so they could talk. That's what this had been about – talking. Not sex. Somehow though, with Eric, everything led to sex.
He sighed, leaning back into the bed and enjoying the loving movements of his boyfriend. "Eric..." He moaned, trying to grasp at the reasons why he had come over in the first place. "Eric, Eric...Stop." He cried softly, needing to get this off his chest.
With an annoyed huff, Cartman did indeed stop. He crawled back up his boyfriend, staring down into his eyes. "What Clyde?"
"I saw you and Wendy." Clyde panted. His dick was urging him to shut up, to fuck, but he couldn't. He had to know. "Eric..."
Eric's eyes were dark with confusion and worry. "What...?"
"What if you ever decide you don't need me by your side?" Clyde whispered, tears coming to his eyes. He always had been a cry baby.
Eric paused, looking like he was actually considering the question. Suddenly, he smirked. He leaned down slowly, so the tips of their noses brushed. "Well Clyde..."
"Yeah...?"
"That won't ever happen."
He sealed the promise with a kiss.