CARTMAN X KYLE IV
Kyle would soon discover Wendy's plan for 'showing' Cartman. When Wendy told him, he felt his testicles retract in fear and his mouth run dry.
"Dude... that's... really, really sick." Kyle shuddered.
"No, it's man on man love and it's beautiful!" Wendy snapped "So just do it!"
"Wendy, I have nothing against gays or gaiety. And I support love in all it's forms. But this is Cartman. And that is sick."
"Well... okay it's probably too soon anyway. We have to build it up" Wendy sighed "Alright, new plan" she told him and Kyle still grimaced, but finally agreed.
That night, the plan fell into action.
*****
It was midnight. Cartman was already in bed and Kyle had snuck out a half hour before. He knew Wendy would be watching from nearby and disconcerting as that was, he intended to go through with this.
He got alongside Cartman's window easily, having snuck into Cartman's room on a few previous occasions, such as to turn him ginger that one time. This was, however, the first time he'd snuck in by himself and knowing what he was about to do was terrifying in that the implications meant that he would be turning himself gay, gay for life. If his mom found out... well better this then the photo, must not forget that...
The window jimmied open and Kyle put on his best acting face as he entered the room, looking over at Cartman's form, sprawled on his sheets. Taking a few deep breaths, the young Jewish boy approached his bedside, bit his lip, and climbed on top of the sweaty body before him.
Leaning his face next to Cartman's ear his whispered "Hey, Cartman, wake up" no response "Hey, Cartman" he hissed louder, and there was a slight groan as the fat boy opened his eyes a little.
"H-huh?" he snorted, noticing the weight on his chest and flinging himself upright, sending Kyle back a little onto Cartman's knees, legs on either side. His eyes widened "Kyle? Why are you in my room straddling me?"
Kyle gave a ticked off look "I said I loved you fat ass and you didn't believe me, so now apparently I'm showing you."
Cartman stared, blinked, and kept staring for a few more moments before looking mad "Oh really Kyle? So you think just waltzing in here is showing me? Well guess what? That's BULLCRAP! MAM!!! MAAA-MMPH!" Cartman was cut off as Kyle slammed his lips on Cartman's, pushing him back into his mattress, and rubbing his body against the fat boy's.
Cartman's heart beat rapidly, seeming completely stunned as Kyle drew back "K-Kyle? Do you- are you-..."
"If you don't tell anyone, you can have me every night if you want to." Kyle said, repeating Wendy's script word for word and trying desperately to keep his face neutral and his voice low "Do you want that Cartman? Eric? Do you want that?"
Cartman swallowed, still staring and sweating a little as Kyle bent his face to Cartman's again. This time they stayed linked longer, Kyle trying to censor this entire affair from his mind and Cartman simply enjoying it, enjoying release, enjoying emotions that he never realized he possessed.
*
Outside the window with her window camera, Wendy was suppressing many a-squeal and writing her commentary for this podcast episode as she did. This was so smex!!! ^^
*
Kyle withdrew his tongue now, feeling less disgusted then before somehow, but still knowing this was wrong on many levels.
"I have to go" Kyle said, standing "I'll come back tomorrow night, if you want. No one has to know. This could be our other life. It isn't our day life. That stays the same. This might even be a dream..." Kyle said, reciting from the script again. He looked at Cartman. He still didn't speak, but did nod. As a horrid confirmation for this affair to begin, Kyle nodded in return and climbed back out the window, heading off through the snow. He took a short look over his shoulder and saw Cartman staring out the window after him. Kyle looked away and ran a bit faster back to his house, where he intended to basically empty his dad's bottle of mouth wash before dawn.
*
Wendy, hoping for a little more of Cartman's side of this, poked her camera carefully into the window frame of Cartman's room again. The fat boy had managed to get back into bed and was staring at the ceiling, still in shock.
"Come on, move or something..." Wendy whispered in irritation.
Then it happened, the perfect close for her first podcast. Cartman smiled.
*****
The next morning at the bus stop, Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman were standing as per usual. Kenny's previous epiphany had evaporated and he once again could only suspect, but could not recall the exact evidence.
When Kyle saw Cartman, he couldn't seem to help but look away. Despite the intended purge, he couldn't wipe the memories and they were all that had gone through his mind the night before.
"Kyle, are you okay? You're going kind of red in the face" Stan said, now seeming better once Kyle had assured him Wendy had not asked him to break up for her. Stan asked, of course, what it HAD been about. However, seeing as he'd already committed the deed he was WAY to horrified to consider telling Stan about the conversation now so he told Stan the conversation had been about what she should get him for his birthday.
"Huh? Oh, uh, just a cold. Nothing major" Kyle said, sniffing to prove his point.
"Mmph, mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph?" Kenny asked.
Kyle looked down and indeed his new snow pants were torn, possibly from Cartman's windowsill? "Oh, uh, I just... fell" Kyle said with a forced smile.
"Yeah, but they still make you look like a queer-mo" Cartman snorted.
"FAT ASS!"
"JEW!"
"DON'T BELITTLE MY PEOPLE!"
The bus pulled up.
"JEW FROM A JEW-BITCH MOM!"
"FAT ASS FROM A SLUT MOM!"
Eerie silence.
"Sorry Mr. Hat" Kyle muttered and they boarded the bus.
