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I'm sorry for not updating faster, I had a bit of a writer's block: I knew what to write but it came out all wrong. Had to rewrite it partially, deleting stuff, etc, etc. Then I debated with myself about splitting this chapter in two or not, but you guys have waited so long you deserve a long chapter.

This is the chapter before last, I'm sorry you guys. I really hope you like it though!

Contains a little something for INeedCoffeeArghhh

Despite the heat

I knew Kyle needed time to think and clear his head, coming over to his house on a night like this would probably make him emotional and freaked out. I did not like getting thrown out onto the street in the middle of the night.

So I waited.

Until the morning, I wasn't known for my patience. I had had it, Kyle could really just suck my balls if he thought I would let him get away with this shit. I walked outside and immediately noticed the change in the weather. It was still warm but it had shimmered down into a softer glow. The heat wave was slowly passing so it seemed. I kicked my tire, thinking of my next move. I had to find him that was step one, then I could set the rest of my plan in motion.

Calling him would not get me anywhere, he wouldn't answer. No, I would have to find out by myself and corner him there.

I debated with myself where to go to. Chances were he was at Stan's house, lying in his arms like the fag he was. He could also still be in his own house, locked up in his room too afraid to face the world. No, that didn't sound like him. But I figured I would check, just in case. It would be stupid not to.

I drove to his house and parked my car. I climbed up to his window. Locked. I looked inside and saw his room was abandoned. Hmm. Well, that was to be suspected. I sat down against the window, trying to think like Kyle.

My eyebrows rose. Would he perhaps just really pretend nothing had happened? Would I really just find him on the basketball court? It did sound like something Kyle would do. Just pretend nothing ever happened. You know, fuck this. I thought. I got my car and drove off. Even if he wasn't there I knew the others probably were and they might know where he was. I grinded my teeth. I could always ask Token. Well things hadn't come to that yet, had they?

I parked my car in the shadow and got out. He wasn't there, but somehow I wasn't really that surprised about it. I sat down on the hood of my car, debating what to do. Token though, was there, and he shot me a very angry look. All other guys either shot me sly grins or looked at Token with a knowing look at their face.

It looked a little like Kyle had talked to Token, but what the conclusion of that talk might have been: I didn't know. But I was pretty sure it was something along the lines of: I need some time while I get the fat ass out of my head. Why else was Kyle avoiding me? And Token, clearly out of spite, must have told the rest of the guys what was going on.

I spotted Craig walking up to me, puffing on his cigarette. He must have come over to watch his friends play. Craig didn't do sports, how he still got to be so thin remained a mystery to me.

"Hey, dude." I said he drew level with me and sat down on the hood too.

"He's not here." It really was a small world. But Craig didn't seem to judge me about it. It was not an accusation or hateful remark. Like a lot of things Craig said, it was merely a statement.

"I can see that." He was studying me out of the corner of his eye.

"I always thought I was the only chubby chaser around here." Craig remarked, taking another long drag from his cigarette. I blushed and grinded my teeth. Token must have told Craig about Kyle and me, well they were best friends after all. But something about Craig's statement caught my attention.

'What are you-." But then I saw it and I couldn't believe I had never seen it before: Clyde was constantly looking over at us. Grinning goofily as Craig caught his eye and getting a ball in his chest because he was so distracted.

"But Clyde is straight!" I exclaimed. Craig just scoffed and blew some smoke out.

"Doesn't seem so straight to me when he begs me for my cock." I choked and coughed at the visual that provided.

"He is very nice beggar though." Craig continued as his eyes followed Clyde run over the court. He sounded very appreciative, something unbelievably rare for Craig.

"If I could have it my way." He took another deep drag. "I would have him beg for me every night of the week."

I really didn't want to hear this. But Craig knew this, and being the asshole that he was just continued talking in that bored voice of his.

"If I wasn't so possessive I would let you borrow him for a day." A hand grasped my shoulder and I turned, meeting Kenny's eyes. He must have walked up to us without us noticing.

"Oh, thank God." I exclaimed, hoping Craig would finally shut up about him doing Clyde.

"Craig freaking you out?" Craig shrugged, eyes never leaving Clyde. Kenny grinned as he leaned against my car door.

"Got something to show you." Kenny said as he pulled out his phone. Oh no, I wasn't falling for this one again.

"I'm not looking at a picture of your dick again." I grunted.

"It's not that. I think you actually would want to see this. Although I do have a very nice dick." He finished lamely. He found what he was looking for and I saw it was his what's app. Okay, so no pictures. He handed me his phone and I took it. It was a conversation of a few days ago. The day I had gotten ice cream with Kenny and he had gotten off to see Bebe. It looked like he had had this conversation only seconds after he left me by my car.

He had texted Kyle.

Kenny: You have a gaydar, right?

Kyle: Yeah, I guess

Kenny: Is Cartman gay?

Kyle: What the F kind of question is this?

Kenny: Just checking, because I got this vibe from him

Kyle: What, that's he's gay?

Kenny: No, that he's gotten some

Kyle: Da fuck dude, I don't want to talk about this

Then a small gap in the conversation of nearly a day. Then Kyle initiated contact again. It had been the morning after he had been with me on his roof.

Kyle: Can I confide in you?

Kenny: Only if you stop using Harvard words

Kyle: Yeah, Cartman's gotten some

The next explosion of Kenny's texts was really funny

Kenny: ...

Kenny: No

Kenny: NO! NO WAY! What! NO! Gsjfsjfbl! OMFG! KYLE BROFLOVSKI YOU DIDN'T! Hahahahaa! OMG OMG OMG LOLOL! HAHAHA! YOU SLUT! OMG Stan owes me money right now!

Kyle: Stop it

Kenny: HAHAHAHAHA! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!

Kyle: FOR FUCK'S SAKE THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

Kenny: It SO is! I always knew there was something! So tell me, who bottomed?

Kyle: Jesus Christ Kenny

Kenny: I'm sorry, I just can't believe the fatso got to you before I did

Kyle: Will you knock it off?!

Kenny: Okay, okay. But, wait: you're dating Token

Kyle: Yes

Kenny: So….now what?

Kyle: I really don't know, can I please call you?

The conversation ended there which indicated that Kyle must have called Kenny. I stared at the phone for a bit before handing it back to Kenny. His grin was nearly splitting his face in half, I decided to ignore it. Of course he wouldn't let me.

"Well?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried. Kenny pocketed his phone and looked at me again.

"He called me after that." I refused to look at him and looked at guys on the court again.

"Seemed pretty…..confused."

"Of course he's confused." Craig interrupted. "First he's dating Token then he runs off and fucks one of his friends." He deadpanned, but now I had about had it with that annoying fucker.

"Do you mind going somewhere else, Tucker? Maybe Clyde needs his ass pounded or something?" I snapped. Craig was silent, still smoking. He blew out some smoke and nodded.

"You know what, he probably does need it." He walked towards the fence. "CLYDE!"

I turned to Kenny and I was happy to see his expression had changed from grinning to concerned.

"But seriously, Cartman. What is going on?" I remained silent. I didn't like discussing this with Kenny. He seemed to realize that too.

"I understand if you don't want to talk to me about it but I know you care for him. More than you're willing to let on." I growled in anger. This was dangerous territory, he knew it too. "You came here looking for him, didn't you?"

I shrugged. "Well, he's not here so…"

"He's not over at Stan's either. When I came over he said he left in the morning."

"You went over to Stan?" I knew Kenny hardly did that, they lived too far apart. He merely shrugged.

"Came to get my money."

I was silent before I realized: "You two actually made a bet?!" I yelled. He laughed at my reaction.

"Of course we did! But we were very young, so it was only a three dollar bet. But it's the principle that counts."

"I hate you guys." I mumbled.

"Look, you want to find him but I don't know where he is either."

"I never asked for your help!"

He continued as if I hadn't snapped at him. "But think! I'm sure you know where he is."

I looked at the cracked ground and suddenly it hit me. Had I really been this stupid all along? Was it really that simple? He had basically told me earlier where to find him. I got up.

"Move, Kenny, I'm leaving."

He grinned. "You know where to find him?" He stepped away from my car.

"Yep." He moved to get in my car. "You are not coming with me!"

"Okay, okay!" But he grinned and leaned in from the window. "Just one question." He grinned even wider. "How was he?"

"BYE KENNY!" I shouted and moved away. He yelled as my mirror hit him on the arm. I drove fast and skipped a few red lights. I arrived at Kyle's house again and parked my car. Just like earlier that day I climbed up to his window but this time I didn't stop there. I heaved myself up onto his roof and was greeted immediately by the sight of a wild mop of red hair. It stood on end which indicated he had been running his hands through it multiple times like he did when he was stressed. I took in the sight of him: his simple shorts and shirt, flip flops and wild hair. Hands behind his head and his eyes on me. I wasn't going to be so gay as to admit I had missed him. He looked at me as I climbed next to me.

"What are you doing here?" He sounded annoyed.

"I'm here to get you." I reached over and grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

"What?" He was surprised.

"We're going, come on, let's go." He was so surprised that I could tug him towards the edge of the roof. When I climbed down was when he finally said something coherent.

"You can't just demand that I come with you, you don't own me!"

Just before I climbed down I looked at him. "Oh, but I don't even think I have to demand that. Because you want to follow me in the first place." I climbed down and could barely suppress a grin when I noticed he had followed me. I could tell his annoyance for being interrupted was momentarily forgotten.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"Just get in."

We drove in silence. He was still pretty pissed off and confused. I really, really wanted to know what he talked about with Kenny on the phone or hell, what he had said to Token. But I knew he needed a bit of quiet right now so I remained silent. He did the same.

We arrived at my destination and we got out. His angry expression turned to surprised when he saw where I had taken him. I just walked towards the door, sure he was following me.

"A table for two." I said to the waiter at the entrance. He nodded and led the way. I looked back and saw Kyle's stunned expression. I allowed myself a tiny smirk at his flabbergasted expression. We sat down and he was still eying me with a confused expression as the waiter gave us our menus. Finally, he spoke.

"Is this is a date?" He asked, as I opened my menu, scanning the contents even though I knew it by heart.

"No." He was silent, then:

"It does look like a date to me."

"Well you're wrong." I turned a page. He still hadn't opened his, instead opting to stare at me in wonder. "I'm just out for dinner and you just happen to be here too."

"Aha, okay." He opened his menu too. "Is that a thing likely to happen again in the future?"

"Not if you keep whining like this."

He looked at me angrily. "I'm the whiner? Have you ever heard yourself when you come to the basketball court and demand I come with you?" He flushed an angry red as I still wasn't looking at him.

"You might want to dial it down, Kahl, or you may not get to fuck me at all tonight." I heard a quiet cough and looked to my right where our waitress for that night was: Bebe. Kyle made a choking sound and hid behind his menu. His red blush visible on his forehead that peaked out above it.

"I'll have the spareribs." Of course I would pick out the things Kyle couldn't have, just to piss him off even more.

She nodded. "Of course. And you, Kyle?" He was still hiding behind his menu. "He'll have the same." I said absentmindedly, picking at my napkin.

"No, I won't!" He snapped, finally reemerging from behind his menu, bright red and with an angry expression on his face.

"I'll have the vegetarian lasagna."

I scoffed. "No meat? Pussy." I muttered. Kyle shot me a death glare. Bebe took our menus and shot us an amused look.

"You guys have fun tonight." And she walked off.

"God you're such an asshole." He grumbled, looking out of the window.

"I may be an asshole, but you still prefer me to Token."

He flushed even redder and refused to look me in the eye, staring out of the window instead.

"No I don't."

"Yes you do, Kahl. There's no shame in admitting that." The grin was audible in my voice. I knew I had a very, very smug look on my face.

"Yes there is." I was stunned, silent for a moment. Not because of the insult, but because he sort of admitted he did prefer me to Token. Finally he looked me in the eye, his stare hard and angry.

"What?" He snapped at my wide and perplexed eyes. "You know this already."

"Just never thought I would hear you say it." I snap back.

"Yeah, well." He shrugged. "It wasn't exactly fun to admit to myself either." His voice dropped to low grumble. "Or telling Token." Our food arrived, but for once I didn't dive in immediately.

"You actually told him?" I asked incredulously. He started picking at his food, lost in thought.

"I didn't want to at first. I just told him that I had…" He made a shrugging motion with his shoulders again. "…met someone else." He sighed. "But he saw right through me and asked it out right." He was silent and started cutting into his lasagna. I started eating too, using my hands. I loved eating with my hands. My eyes never left his face as his were focused on his food as he tentatively resumed talking.

"And well, I'm not that good at lying about that stuff." He stared at his lasagna as if accusing it of something. "So I admitted it. He wasn't too pleased." He looked at me again, just as I was gnawing on a bone, stripping the meat off it with my teeth.

"Jesus Christ you eat disgusting."

"Don't know what you're talking about." I burped and smacked my lips as he frowned at me in disgust.

"I figured you had told him." I took another bite, making sure to be as disgusting as possible. "I went to the basketball court, I thought he was about to hit me." He resumed eating while I talked.

"Ran into Kenny there too, apparently he had made a bet with Stan." Kyle snorted and shook his head, smiling a bit.

"He showed me your texts." He dropped his fork to the ground in shock. He ducked down to get it, face red once again.

"He- he did?" He growled as he tucked into his lasagna again, nearly finished. "Bastard."

"He said you were confused."

"Yes."

"Are you still?"

"YES!" He snapped.

"Good."

I could tell he was getting angry now, but the flush on his cheeks, the hard look in his eye only made me aroused for some reason. I loved it when he got riled up like that, so I decided to crank it up a notch.

"Kenny didn't seem so surprised."

"No, he wasn't." He muttered. "He said he had seen it coming a mile off."

"Wow that's very, interesting. Please tell me more." I deadpanned. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I asked him why he had never told me he had suspicions. Because he sure as hell tells me other inappropriate stuff all the time. He's not known for his subtlety."

"He's not know for his subtlety, wow, how very insightful." I cheered happily. He narrowed his eyes even more. Ah, he was on to me. I grinned at him.

"He said that a lot of people at school actually thought you secretly had had the hots for me for a long time now." He snapped. "And don't think I don't know what you're doing here! You're putting your stupid 'date moves' on me!"

"Is it working?"

"NO!"

"Well, that rules out desert." I muttered, faking desperation. Bebe came to our table again and cleaned away our plates.

"Bill please." I said to her.

"So, what's this?" He said, and I notice the annoyance and anger have disappeared but have been replaced by nervousness. "You're just claiming me?"

I lock eyes with him. "I claimed you years ago, Kahl."

"But, what about Token?"

I quirk my eyebrow. "What about him?" He grinned back at me. The bill came and I put down some cash. We both got up and walked to my car. He seemed more relaxed but I had to know for sure so when we were in my car and drove off I asked him.

"What did you even tell him?" He knew I was talking about Token and I could see him grin from the corner of my eyes.

"I told him I wanted to date him and would dump you." I frowned. Just as I thought he had done.

"But he figured I didn't really. So he didn't want to date me anymore. He knew I had said that to avoid, well, a painful realization." We stopped in front of his house and I parked my car. Our eyes locked.

"A realization about what?" But I knew. He knew I knew. But I wanted to hear it and he said it:

"That I want you , you stupid fat fuck." I don't know who initiated it but suddenly we were kissing aggressively. My hands tangle in his hair and pull him close and his hands are stroking my shoulders and caressed my face. Boldly I moved my hand down to his lap to cup his cock through his shorts. He was already hard and bucked up into my hand. He broke the kiss and started nipping at my neck. I strokde him firmer and he murmured against my skin:

"Want to come inside?"

I didn't reply but unbuckled my seat belt and moved to get out of the car. He did the same and he nearly stumbled across the front yard. Walking with a boner can be a bit difficult. I don't know where his parents were but I didn't care, instead I nearly chased him up the stairs and into his room.

He closed the door and pinned me to it immediately, kissing me deeply. I responded swiftly and trailed my tongue over his lips, he let me in readily. I reached up to tangle my hands in his soft hair. His hands were sliding over my chest and reached my belt buckle. He undid them and reached inside immediately. My fingers dug into his skin as he gripped me firmly.

"Impatient." I growled. His mouth left mine to kiss my neck and reply against my ear:

"Yes, and so are you." He backed up and took off his shirt reaching to me and pulling it off too. I stepped out of my jeans and remember to lock the door behind me. We were on each other instantly. He pulled me onto the bed and my hands met the soft skin of his chest and stomach just as his hands massage my back and his mouth is on my collarbone, his hair tickling my cheek. God, I've missed this.

"Off." He moaned against my skin as he tugged at my boxers. Needless to say I complied immediately. He did the same, wriggling out of his clothes and kicking them to the edge of the bed. I leaned over him and pushed his legs apart to lay between them. He tugged me down for another kiss and one of his hands moved to my erection to grasp me firmly, stroking me slow but intensely. He panted softly as I kissed his neck and sucked on the skin there. I could tell we were both already horny beyond words so I decided to move things a bit faster. One of my hands moved to his bedside to grab his lube. I backed up and squeezed some of it on my fingers. But he froze underneath me. Our eyes met and he swallowed.

"I-I'm not sure if I want to do that." He was backing up now?!

"What? You said 'next time'!"

"I said 'maybe next time'." He protested. Good enough for me.

"Well, maybe can also mean 'yes.'" I smirked as I moved my hands between his legs.

"No, Cartman! I don't want to!" But I just grinned and decided to tease him a bit and moved my fingers over his ass, softly trailing over it. He reached down to grab my hand and pull it away but I reacted quickly by pushing one finger inside him. He was unbelievably warm and smooth. I may have been a bit too rough and fast but his reaction was instant. He let out a long low moan and his hand that had come down fell to the bed powerlessly. I looked at his face in alarm but my eyes met a very interesting sight: Kyle had his head thrown back, eyes closed tightly and his blush had intensified. I was distracted by the feel of him though and I slowly moved my finger out and pushed back in. He bit his lip but I heard his groan vibrate low in his throat. His expression was difficult to comprehend: was it pain? I wasn't sure.
But I wanted to feel more so I pulled out and pushed back in again, this time with the addition of another finger. It was tight, but it felt awesome. He was so warm and soft that I felt myself harden even more. He had started to pant and his back arched as I slowly pushed my fingers in and out of him. His hands gripped the sheets hard and sweat was forming on his forehead. He whimpered and was blushing wildly with his eyes still closed. I heard a particular loud moan come from his mouth and I looked down on his body where the blush was spreading. His erection caught my eye and I saw precome already slipped out of it. That's when I realized:

"You like this." I husked as I continued to thrust my fingers softly in and out of him.

"N-No." He moaned.

"What was that, Kahl? Faster?"

"No!" he moaned again. But I picked up my pace and he started to tremble. He really, really liked it I noticed but he didn't want to admit it. He was already very close. I swear it was the hottest thing I had ever seen: Kyle was falling apart on only my fingers. I wanted to see how far I could take this. So I pushed my fingers up and I knew I had aimed correctly. His legs jerked uncontrollably and he gasped enormously.

"Cartman, don't." He panted, back arching further. His legs were rising and his grip on the sheets was intensifying. I was torn between going in unexpectedly or continue this wonderful torturing of Kyle. I decided in favor of the latter.

"What, you want it harder?" I whispered. His reply died on his throat as I pushed my fingers into him harder and faster, hitting his prostrate dead on. His legs jerked even wilder, it was clear he had no control over them anymore. Suddenly one of his hands left to sheets to clamp over his mouth and I heard him groan the loudest groan I had heard all evening. He tensed all over and I saw him come over his stomach, nearly completely untouched. I slowed my movements and pulled out. I looked down at him, still amazed at his enormous reaction to getting fingered.

Before I could say or do anything he grabbed me and flipped me over.

"Kahl!" I protested, but he scooted down and took my erection into his mouth instantly. I groaned as he set to work immediately, sucking hard and moving fast. My thoughts of fucking him were wiped from my mind as his hands stroked my thighs and softly fondled my balls. His warm, moist mouth distracting me completely. The incredible hot sight of him moaning and getting fucked by my fingers were still clear in my mind. He knew how I liked it and gave it to me in exactly that way I wanted it. When he moved down again he sucked particularly hard and I came in his mouth, groaning loudly and grasping his curls. He laid his head, still panting, on my hipbone to catch his breath.

He came up to lie next to me. Our eyes met and he knew I was waiting for an explanation. He swallowed as he seemed to be gathering his courage.

"I'm very sensitive….in that particular position." I raise my eyebrows. Yes, I had noticed that.

He blushed some. "So I can only have sex without coming nearly immediately when I'm on my hands and knees." He flushed a dark red. "Which I don't feel exactly comfortable doing with you yet." My mouth dropped open.

"But you did that to me!" I protested.

He flashed me a shit-eating grin. "I know."

I whacked him across the head but he only started to laugh even harder. He continued to laugh and it's so infectious I grinned too. He looked a lot happier and more carefree. The Kyle I had grown to like quiet a lot. He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. His grin still on his face and I knew my face must look the same.

"Maybe next time." My grin widened at what that implied. And it was not just the sexual implication that made me so happy. I leaned in to kiss him again and murmured against his lips:

"You can bet your ass on that."

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