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Next day after school I walked to my locker, only to find Stan and Kenny hunched in a nearby corner laughing quietly over something.

"What are you guys doing?" Kenny motioned me closer, pressing a finger to his lips to signal that I had to be quiet. I saw Stan holding his phone and we crept closer, forming a tight circle around it.

"Beep…..beep." he was calling someone. Stan was having silent fits of laughter next to me.

"Dude, what the hell? You know I'm in the library!" came Kyle's hissing voice from the phone. God, he sounded annoyed, I loved that.

"But, honey! I thought we could meet later on in the girl's room, for some private time." Kenny whispered huskily in a very good imitation of Bebe. Kyle was silent for a bit, obviously confused.

"Stop it, Kenny! I know it's you!"

"Now, Kyle! My phone has no battery and Stan here kindly allowed me to lend me his."

"Oh really? So that's NOT you, sitting across from me right now." Stan looked taken aback at this.

"No, darling!" Kenny invented quickly. "That's just because you want me so much that you see me everywhere." That lie was too much and I barked out a laugh.

"CARTMAN!" Kyle yelled angrily into the phone. Stan couldn't take it anymore and joined in on my laughter. Kenny looked at us in a warning. Then another voice joined in on Kyle's side of the conversation.

"Mister Broflovski, I have to ask you to remain quiet." The librarian. Stan was doubling over in laughter.

"Yes, sir, I understand." Came his obedient reply. The way his voice sounded aroused me incredibly for some reason. And a vision of him saying the exact same words while on his knees in front of me rose unbidden in my mind.

"But, Kyyyle." I said in a high voice into the phone, not sounding like Bebe at all. "I want to suck you off so bad!" Stan and Kenny roared out loudly at that.

"FUCK YOU!" Kyle yelled.

"Mister Broflovski! Mind your language! I'm going to have to ask you leave."

"FINE!" we heard him get his stuff and stomp of. Muttering something along the lines of "stupid friends" and "not letting me have a single peaceful moment.".

"That was brilliant." Kenny wheezed, squeezing my arm. Stan just kept on laughing, a knowing look in his eyes.

"You guys suck, you know that?" came his voice, now in a normal volume. We heard his footsteps echo around some distant hallway.

"But why, Kyle?" Kenny asked hiccupping. "I DO want to suck you off."

"Oh, really?" came his voice a lot louder now. He was standing at the other end of the hallway. Apparently he had guessed where we were and he had come to find us. He snapped his phone close. His furious eyes going from Stan, to Kenny to mine. Resting a bit longer on my face before growling dangerously and stalking forward. He looked beautiful in his barely contained rage.

"Yes, really, Kyle." Kenny replied, slinging his arm around his shoulders as he reached us.

"How about tonight when we watch a movie? Your choice."

"Get off of me." He replied shakily. His eyes catching mine again. Why did he look guilty at Kenny's touch?

"No really dude, we want to watch some movies tonight." Stan chimed in. "You should come. And to make it up to you, you can pick the movie. Any pretentious one you want." Kyle frowned at the insult but I could see him debating it with himself.

"Don't be a killjoy, Jew. Come watch a movie with us." I punched his arm softly. Somehow, that did the trick.

"Fine, but I pick the movie! You guys owe me." He muttered.

"Great! Stan's place then?" I asked.

"Sorry, dudes. My mom is having friends over. Unless you want to get raped by 40 year olds I suggest we stay away."

"Well…" Kenny started, grinning.

"How about your place, then?" Kyle asked Kenny.

"Sure, that's fine. You guys have to bring food and beer though."

"I hate poor people." I replied gruffly, running my hand through my hair. Kyle's eyes followed the movement. I couldn't help but smirk. He blushed and shifted to stand on his other foot.

"Great, it's a date then!" Kenny replied, slapping Kyle on the butt. Kyle yelped and the four of us burst out laughing.

XXX

I should have known that Kenny's house was the wrong place to watch a movie. It was messy, noisy, cold and dirty. There was only one small couch like thing crammed into his room stained with God knows what and the only other place to sit was his bed.

Kenny threw himself down on it, landing on his back and spreading his arms invitingly to Kyle.

"Cmere redhead." He murmured seductively. Kyle just shook his head and put his back pack on the floor fishing around in it, looking for the DVDs he brought. Stan flopped down next to Kenny. He wasn't scared of the blonde, but I knew he did it also to protect Kyle from getting groped. I opted for the couch. It sagged under my weight, forcing me deep into the cushions.

"All right." Came Kyle's voice from the floor, where he sat cross legged.

"I've got Austin Powers, Love Actually-."

"GAY!" I couldn't help myself. He continued as if he hadn't heard me.

"The Usual Suspects, American Beauty and…" His voice trailed off. "House at the end of the street? How did that end up in-."

"I want House at the end of the street!" Kenny yelled.

"No way! Austin Powers is way more awesome!" Stan replied.

Kenny and Stan immediately started discussing heatedly between the two movies. No way I was going to watch some hippy movie so we decided within minutes that we should watch my choice. Not so much letting Kyle have a single word in between.

"But, but, that isn't mine, I don't know how that got into my back pack. I don't really like scary movies."

"You can always curl up with me, Kyle." Kyle blushed at Kenny's words but shook his head, although he didn't look too opposed to the idea. I raised my eyebrows at the thought.

"No, I'll be fine."

"Good." Stan decided. "Now go be a good girl and pop it in." Kenny choked on the beer that had miraculously appeared in his hand. Kyle grumbled and turned on the small TV and DVD player. Meanwhile Stan handed out beers and chips. Kenny just looked at Kyle working. The Jew's face was illuminated by the light of the TV, emphasizing his freckles and his hair seemed to glow a bit. He looked rather attractive I decided with some reluctance. Damn Jew. Kenny caught me looking at Kyle and raised his eyebrows at me. I just quirked one of mine and took a sip of my beer.

Kyle turned away from the TV as the titles began to appear on the screen and went to sit on the floor between the bed and my couch.

The movie wasn't really scary to me and the others. Stan laughing loudly at some badly acted parts, Kyle, however was having a bad time I could tell. He practically jumped at some noises or 'surprise, mother fuckers!' moments in the movie. I decided to have some fun. Another suspense moment was coming up, the music building slowly towards a climax and right before that precise moment I grabbed Kyle's shoulder. HARD.

"BOO!" I yelled simultaneously in his ear. He yelped loudly, and rather girly I might add, and spilled beer all over the floor. Stan started laughing so hard he turned red, clutching his sides.

"Dude!" Kenny protested weakly, but I could see him trying hard not to grin.

"That wasn't FUNNY, Cartman!" Kyle yelled.

"Hell yes it was, Jew." I smirked at him. He glared back and got up from the floor. He had turned an amazing red. I loved how I could make that happen.

"Aw, Kye, don't be like that!" Kenny laughed at him. Kyle's furious and embarrassed expression was quiet priceless, Kenny seemed to agree with me on that.

"Can't. Breath." Came Stan's gasps.

"Fuck you guys." He mumbled softly.

"Ah, come here, Jewface, I'll protect you from the scary movie." I said in a mocking voice. I reached up and grabbed his arm and pulled him down next to me on the couch. Stan was still hiccoughing and trying to recover from laughing so hard. The couch was too small for the both of us and he was pressed close to me, my arm flung over his shoulder and pressing him against my side. His face on the level on my chest and his legs a bit over mine. I felt extremely comfortable.

"If you do that again, I'll fucking kill you, you fat fuck." He said angrily. His face turned up towards me, his eyes ablaze with anger and embarrassment.

"Such strong language, Kahl!" I grinned at him. He glared back.

"If you two are done eye fucking each other we can continue watching the movie." Kenny's voice came from the bed. Kyle blushed again, predictably, and turned to look at the screen. Kenny reversed a bit of the movie to the point where I had made Kyle jump and pressed play again. We continued watching the movie. Stan was laughing at a lot of scenes again, sometimes I could hear him snigger softly. It was obvious he was thinking about Kyle nearly wetting himself. Kenny was just downing beer after beer. Kyle on the other hand, was far from relaxed.

I could feel him tense up during a lot of scenes and he pressed himself against me quiet desperately during the scarier parts. One of his hands rested on my leg and I felt him clutching me hard during a particularly scary scene.

"Relax, Jew." I murmured softly in his ear, so the others wouldn't hear.

"I don't like these types of movies." He whispered in my chest. My hand on his shoulder, seemingly of his own accord, started slowly stroking him. Running my fingers up and through his hair. I knew how much he liked that. He stiffened at first but then relaxed considerably against me.

"I know." I whispered back. I honestly didn't know what more to say, so I remained silent and just kept running my fingers through his hair in slow, easy strikes. I felt him sigh softly against me and his grip lessened on my leg, turning into a gentle hold.
I also felt someone looking at us. I looked to my right and met Kenny's eyes. Stan was still fixed on the movie, drinking his beer. Kenny looked straight at me. Then his eyes moved to my hand still combing Kyle's hair and back to my face. He grinned in a knowing way. A very knowing way.
I panicked a bit but then pushed the thought aside. Even if Kenny started telling the whole school I had hold Kyle like he was my girlfriend, no way in the world was anyone going to believe him. To emphasize my point I held his gaze and continued to stroke Kyle, dipping my thumb just under the curve of his ear. Kyle, as if on cue, shivered against me.

Kenny's eyes widened at Kyle's reaction. I smirked in a very Cartmanlike manner and turned my eyes to the screen again.

The movie was ending and the credits started to appear on the screen. Kyle's sigh of relief was audible throughout the room.

"Let's watch American Beauty now." Stan decided and bounded of the bed to change the DVD's. Kyle got up as well and stretched, his hands stretching towards the ceiling. I can't say I didn't totally take that opportunity to check out his ass. Sweet. He scratched his head and went to the bathroom. Kenny turned to me as soon as Kyle was out of the door.

"What the hell is going on with the two of you?" he asked simply, not bothering to cover up his intentions. Stan turned towards us, listening intently.

"What do you mean, Kinny?" I grabbed another beer.

"You guys were cuddling. Cuddling, dude! AND you were stroking his hair, don't think I didn't see!" I shrugged as he grinned victoriously at me.

"The Jew was scared, I was just being nice, for fuck's sake."

"It's not just that! You're checking him out, like all the time and he's looking at you like he wants your cock up his ass!" Well, he does. But I felt rather flattered. Did he really look at me like that? But I didn't want Kenny to find out, even if Stan already knew. I liked my bad ass reputation, I would lose it when people knew I liked cock. Well, that wasn't true. When they knew I liked ass, yes that was it.

"You're seeing things, Kinny. Why would I check out the skinny Jew?" Stan was silent.

"You tell me!"

"Tell him what?" came Kyle's voice from the doorway. He looked confused, but when our eyes met I knew he wasn't. He knew what the conversation was about but was faking it, trying to see if Kenny would dare to repeat his accusations in front of him. Good Jew.

"Where the last bag of chips went." Kenny invented wildly. He was obviously chicken. Good thinking, Kyle. I felt somewhat proud of my Jew. He snorted.

"Fatty probably ate it."

"You're the Jew, you probably stole it! Just like you stole my I-Pod!"

"I haven't got your damn I-Pod, I already told you that!"

"Don't lie! You have it! Just like you have the chips!"

"Like I can steal faster than you can eat, chubby"

"EY! Shut it, kike!"we grinned at each other. It felt so comforting to call the other one names and to bitch at each other. I averted my eyes from Kyle's happy ones. This scene was exactly what would make Kenny more suspicious.

"It's starting." Stan announced and got up to sit on the bed again. Kyle sat down next to me again and curled up to my body. I let my arm fall over his shoulder again and pulled him easily towards me. His head came to rest on my chest again and my nose was practically stuffed with his curls. They tickled, but for once I didn't mind. We all watched the movie in silence. My hand was slowly stroking his arm in an absentminded way. After a while I heard some soft snoring. I looked to the bed. Both Stan and Kenny had fallen asleep. Well, the movie was a bit slow paced maybe. Kenny's head was on Stan's chest and he had his legs flung over Stan's. Who was gay now, huh? I felt Kyle stir a bit and heard him sigh and relax. He was falling asleep as well! Bo-ring!

I let my other hand trail up his leg as I whispered in his hair.

"Don't fall asleep, Kahl."

He twitched.

"Wasn't going to." He mumbled sleep drunkenly. I chuckled, his head moving with the movement of my chest.

"Sure." I snorted softly. He grumbled something and pulled away from my chest to look up at me. His eyes were dark from his tiredness and his curls were a mess. In the soft glow of the TV in the background I could see all his freckles. I followed their trail from his nose, to his cheek, neck and collarbone. When I looked back up at him he had a strange look in his eyes. He then quickly looked to the bed and then back at me, a small smile tugging at his lips. His lips looked so soft in this light, so invitingly. He had noticed that the other ones were asleep as well. My mind suddenly flooded with the possibilities of what we could do right now. And judging by the look in his eyes, he thought so too. He smiled genuinely now and leaned in. I met him half way there. Our mouths moved slowly over the other, trying hard not to make a sound. His lips were just as soft and warm as they had looked in this light. Our tongues met and instead of our usual battle for dominance we just kissed slowly, lazily. My hand moved up to tangle in his hair and hold him gently. I don't know why we were being this girly romantic like, maybe because of the fear of getting caught. Couldn't say I minded actually. It was something we never did. But just because it was slow that didn't make it less passionate. Kyle was pressing his whole upper body against me and kissing me slowly, but hungrily. His kissing made me feel warm all over. I brought my other hand to the small of his back and just stroked him there. He breathed heavily against my mouth and ran his free hand along the side of my face and tangled his fingers in my hair. My hand on his back moved to his hip and at that movement he pressed his lower half against my leg feverously. I felt his arousal pressing against me. I grinned against his mouth. I gripped his hip and rode his body against my leg. He gasped loudly and tore his mouth away from mine.

"We can't do that here." He panted.

"Hm." I repeated the movement.

"I'm serious, Cartman!" He whispered breathlessly. The sight of him was incredible. Hair all messed up, pupils blown wide and his ragged breathing that made his chest heave a bit. And the realization that I had caused all this gave me a surge of arousal.

"Why not, Kahl?"

"The others." He moaned helplessly.

"Don't be such a pussy." I moved his pelvis against my leg again.

"Ngh! Maybe I c-could…" he paused and took a large gulp of air. "Come over later tonight." Yes! Yes! Yes!

"Hmm, I dunno, Kahl." I teased. He just grinned at me.

"I can really make it worth your while." He teased back.

"Dirty slut." I whispered in his ear, kissing his neck slowly. He dug his nails into my arm.

"So….Can I?" I nearly wanted to keep him hanging for a while longer, but decided not to. I wanted to continue what we were doing. And if that could be in my bed, well the better.

"Yes." I breathed in his neck.

He got up from our seat and turned to the screen where the credits already rolled. Time sure flies when you're making out with your Jewish fag. He grinned at me as his eyes flickered to the two still asleep on the bed. "Fags" he mouthed at me. I laughed loudly, waking the others.

"Hmm…?" Kenny murmured, grabbing Stan's shirt a little harder. Stan however, looked to his left, saw Kenny and yelped and fell right off the bed. Kyle's laughter echoed throughout the house.

We dropped Stan of at Wendy's and I was very thankful that her house was so close to Kenny's, now we could pretend that I was simply dropping everyone of in the most logical order, instead of taking one home with me. I had barely closed the door of my house behind me when Kyle's arms flew around my shoulders drawing me in for a kiss. We kicked off our shoes and shed our coates. Our kiss was the same slow one we had shared at Kenny's house. One of his hands curled into my hair, keeping me in place. My hands had ended up on his hips, pressing our lower bodies together. We were both already painfully hard. My fingers pushed his shirt up and I stroked his lower back. He shivered against me. He broke our kiss and started pulling me up the stairs to my room, nearly tripping over Mister Kitty. When I came into my room he was already standing by the bed. I locked the door behind me.

His eyes were fixed on mine as he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, making sure to brush his own skin as much as possible. I knew I was looking back hungrily but I didn't do anything, for once I let him be in charge. He had sensed this and I could tell it was greatly appreciated. He had reached the last button but didn't take his shirt off, instead he walked towards me and stood in front of me. His pupils were already blown impossibly wide and he was breathing heavily. I knew I was not much better off, my arousal was pressing quiet obviously against my pants. His fingers hooked into the loops of my jeans and he pulled me close, smashing our lips together. The feel of his soft, almost uncovered body against mine made me groan loudly against his mouth. I so desperately wanted to kiss him harder, faster but I had already decided that he was in charge this time so I didn't press my desire. But I knew he could tell, I was literally shaking from holding back so badly and he smiled against my mouth. Well, in charge, maybe a bit, but right now he was mocking me and that was taking things too far. I pushed his shirt of his body and pulled him against my body again. He protested a bit but when I broke our kiss to softly kiss his neck he simply melted against me. I knew he really loved being kissed so softly and tenderly. Well, he was a fag after all.

This always happened to us, we had only just started and I could tell we were both already horny as hell. While I continued kissing and licking his neck I could feel his hands quickly ridding me of my shirt, unbuttoning it and throwing it on the floor somewhere. His hands moved to my belt and he quickly rid me of my jeans and boxers doing the same to himself. I moved away from his neck and sat on the bed pulling him along with me.

"Well." I started, grinning. "You said this was going to be worth my while, Jew."

He grinned back at me, a familiar glint in his eyes. He pushed me further up the bed and straddled me. He began kissing down my neck. His mouth hot and moist. His hands were kneading me in the way they always did: soft but sure. He knew when and where to touch me, making sure to stroke my stomach at the same time as he grinded down. I groaned rather helplessly. My hands were in his hair, stroking him and combing his curls. I knew it turned him on beyond reason, I also did it for myself: I loved his soft needy sounds at the back of his throat. I felt him moving down my chest quiet quickly. Faster than I knew he normally would. He was now slowly licking my hip bones. Too slowly in my opinion. He inched towards my erection, kissing and licking around it. I groaned in frustration. He then closed his lips around the tip of my erection. The feel of his soft, plush lips around me felt amazing and I gripped the pillow behind my head hard. He slowly moved his mouth down a bit and back up. I expected him to go back down, to fully give me a blow job, but he didn't. He moved away from my penis and started kissing just around it, so that I could actually feel his face and cheek, hell, even part of his lips against it but not actually on it. It was driving me insane. He kissed up to my navel, dipping his tongue in a bit and went back down again, taking me into his mouth once again. I moaned pathetically at that. He was still moving so incredibly slow. He moved down, once, twice…my eyes were screwed shut and I was panting and was nearly losing myself in the feel of him when he moved up again on the third time, sucking hard. I grabbed his curls tightly and moaned again. But then..he moved away again. I whined at that, he was teasing me! And it was making me sound like some desperate whore, like him! I moved my hands down and yanked him up by his armpits. He grinned maliciously at me, blushing in his new found power.

"Tease." I hissed, gripping his erection and pumping fast and furiously. He bucked against me and gasped, obviously not expecting it. He leaned forward and I expected him to kiss me but instead he reached for the bottle of lube on my night stand. I wanted to take it from him but he squeezed some of it on his shaking hand and moved it behind his back. My eyes widened and my hold on him slowed considerably as I saw what he was about to do. Our eyes met. I saw him gasp and I knew he had pushed a finger inside himself. He straightened up a bit, pushing himself up as he pressed his hand against my shoulder. He averted his eyes from mine. I could tell he was embarrassed by his action. I didn't know why he should, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

I could see nearly every aspect of his body: his slim hips perched on mine, the gentle sway of them. His bony shoulders and pale skin stretched over his ribs, nipples dark against it. He was arching his back and the freckles on his chest were already melting against his blush. The hand holding himself up was already shaking from effort. His damp curls were falling in his face and I realized at that moment I wanted to see him. I moved my hand from his erection and ran my hand through his hair, cupping his cheek. He looked at me, a bit surprised at my action. But that expression was overclouded by the expression of arousal. I also felt harder than I had felt in a long time. Although I couldn't exactly see what was happening I could envision it quiet clearly. The way his fingers stretched his tight ass, occasionally brushing up against that one sensitive spot inside him. I felt his groan vibrate against my hand as it coursed through his mouth and I knew he must have hit it.

I couldn't take it anymore. I let go of him and found the bottle of lube next to me on the bed. I coated one of my fingers in it and reached behind him and pushed it in right next to his.

He jerked violently at that and his blush darkened to a deep red. I gripped his hip as I felt him start to shudder. I moved my finger in and out of him in the same slow manner he did it. I understood how he liked it slow like that. It was weird, feeling his finger against mine. But good weird, I decided.

On the next slow push inwards I curled my finger a little. He mewled and pulled his own finger out, using his now free hand to steady himself placing it on the pillow beside my head. He was breathing heavily and I knew he was close.

I pushed my other finger in slowly, not wanting to make him come just jet. His eyes flew open and met mine, he was strangely fixing his stare and he was mumbling something under his breath. I knew he was trying to hold back his orgasm. Seemed we thought alike. My fingers stretched him slowly. His hands started to move shakily across my chest, tweaking my nipples softly and kneading my abdomen. As I pushed in a third finger I felt him clawing at me.

"Cartman." He started, his voice coming out all hoarse.

"Yes?" I replied breathlessly.

"I-,I." But he couldn't finish his sentence. Instead he grabbed the bottle of lube and quickly poured some on my forgotten erection. I bit my lip as I felt him apply the cold substance over me, fingers still inside him. I moved my hand away from him and just held his hips instead. He breathed out loudly. He came up a bit more over my body, positioning himself. He refused to look at me, but I wanted to see his face as he lowered himself onto me.

"Look at me, Kyle." I knew it was the correct way of pronouncing his name that did it. He looked up. His eyes had darkened and I could see sweat forming on his temples. He lined my cock up with him and kept looking me in the eye. One of my hands moved to his curls and he leaned into my touch. A weird, very vulnerable look on his face. He slowly, very slowly moved down. He gasped loudly and I felt myself do the same as he kept going and impaled himself in one go.

"Jesus!" I groaned out. It felt so good to finally have his heat around me again. He seemed to feel the same and moaned loudly at my voice, closing his eyes. I sat up a bit, leaning on my elbows so that I could look at him better.

He started to move slowly, finding that same slow pace we had done all the other things in. My thumb caressed his cheek and he looked at me again. Our face had ended up a lot closer than before as he was bending slightly over me. I could nearly count his freckles and the desire to kiss him was overwhelming. He had bitten on his lips a lot while he fingered himself and they were red and plush. I tugged him forward a bit and he understood my hint and kissed me hungrily. I helped him move up and down over me, letting him decide our pace just aiding him in his movements. He tilted his hips a bit and I felt him tremble against my mouth. I grinned.

"You like that don't you?" He had found the power over his voice again, although he sounded raspy and he moaned his words.

"What? When you lose control like that?" I whispered. "Hell, yes." He felt so good around me, so warm and tight and when he picked up the pace a bit I couldn't help but moan appreciatively. The fact that he was in control still felt strange to me. But his slow pace allowed me to feel him fully and entirely. He was mewling above me now, biting his lip.

I sat up, effectively trapping him in my lap and moved my hands to his back, one resting in the small of it the other nearing his shoulders. My nose ended up in his neck and curls and his smell was wafting over me, intoxicating me completely. He mewled again and tangled his hands in my hair.

He was truly shaking now. And his movements had turned into grinding and I pushed him down by his back a bit harder every time he went down again. Even though we were still moving slow as he was deciding the pace I could feel myself nearly losing it. He tilted his hips again and let out a low keening sound at that. I felt myself panting against his neck and I was swelling up inside him.

"Fuck, Kyle." I groaned out.

"Oh, oh GOD!" he moaned. "Please!" I knew what he wanted, he was still busy holding himself up, he couldn't touch himself. And that was all he needed. I lowered the hand on the small of his back and grasped his leaking erection.

"Oh! E-E-." he started. I nearly wanted to freeze my movements. Was he actually going to moan my first name?! But he didn't, midsentence he changed it.

"Er-, oh, FUCK, Cartman!" and he contracted violently around me. It was enough. The slow work, the incredible calculated movements of his had done their work and I bucked up against him and came hard.

"Kyle, KYLE!" I heard myself groaning into the skin of his neck. His come already spurting across our chests as I continued pumping him. He moved his shaking body over my erection one extra time, riding out my orgasm, he was completely spent.

I fell back against the covers. He fell along with me and I slipped out of him. He was lying on top of me, head buried next to mine. His curls were nearly soaked with sweat and he was breathing heavily. I had to be in a similar shape. My free hand, still on his back softly stroked him. Finally he heaved himself up on his elbows, looking down at me. He smirked.

"So. Was it worth your while?" I swatted his ass in warning.

"Hmm…not really, Kahl." I grinned back. "Better try again in the morning."

I liked writing this smutty chapter, blushing like crazy, as always. Next chapter will also include smut. Why? Because I like it, and you like it, too! Enjoyed this chapter? Please let me know in a review!