Prompt used: #56 Lust
Chapter Seven
They spent the rest of the weekend at one house or the other, as they attempted to figure out exactly what it meant now that they were together. They decided to keep this new thing to themselves for the time being, only telling the people that really mattered: Kenny, Kyle, and their mothers.
Now, it was Monday morning and Kenny was watching Stan work on one of his college essays in Homeroom. After watching him for a few minutes, he asked, "Are you guys planning to go to Token's Halloween bash?"
Stan looked up from his essay and frowned at Kenny. "What do you mean, 'you guys'?"
"After someone began bragging to Kyle about 'bagging the quarterback' I assumed you two figured everything out after all the trouble last week." Kenny grinned at the distress on Stan's face. "Now don't feel bad. He's been awfully close-mouthed when I pester him for details."
Stan frowned, wondering exactly when Kenny had pestered Cartman for details. "That's because we're going slow, so there are no details to give." Stan looked away and tried to go back to working on his essay.
"So I should give it about a month. Good to know."
Stan flipped him off. "Fuck off, Kenny."
Feeling awfully chipper after his interaction with Stan this morning, and winning the challenge in his tech class, Kenny sat down next to Cartman and asked, "How are things going, Fat-ass?"
"Fuck off, Kenny."
Kenny smiled as he watched Cartman fight the urge to stare at Stan while the other boy waited in line. Kenny nudged him with his elbow. "The boyfriend tell you not to talk to me?"
Cartman grabbed the front of Kenny's hoodie and pulled him close, a sneer on his lips. "Now, listen here you poor piece of shit, quit with all that talk. It's our goddamn business, so quit begging for details."
Stan approached the lunch table and took his usual seat across form Cartman. "Normally, I'd take the nonviolent approach, but I can look the other way if you need me to."
Kenny grinned at Cartman and patted his hand. "Cartman was just putting me in my place."
Stan shook his head at the two of them then looked at Cartman. "So, what do you think about going to the party?"
Cartman let go of Kenny's hoodie and turned back to his lunch. "Could be alright." He speared a piece of pear with his fork. "Did you want to stay over?"
Stan smiled at him. "I was gonna ask you if you wanted to stay over at my house. My mom and dad are supposed to go to the city and see a play." He thumped the toe of his shoe against Cartman's. "She told me they were going to be gone all night and that I could have you over for company."
Cartman raised an eyebrow at that. "Does that mean she took the news we're dating okay?"
Stan smiled as he played with a french fry. "Dude, not even two minutes after I told her, she told me that I needed to invite you over on Friday, then told my dad they were going to see that new play in Denver."
"Awesome." Cartman snatched one of Stan's fries and ran his toe along the outside of Stan's calf. "Does that mean you're coming over to my place tonight?"
"You guys are so cute." Kenny watched them with his face propped up on his hands. "Please tell me you're this gross in private."
"Worse." Cartman snatched another fry from Stan. Eyebrows wiggling, he said, "He says my name."
Kenny laughed as Stan turned red.
"If you two get hungry after the party, I left some money for pizza."
Stan smiled at his mom. She had dressed nicely—a black dress that hit at the knee—and was looking beautiful; it wasn't often she and Randy went out. He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug. "Thanks, Mom. For everything."
Sharon hugged him back. "Now I know you two are responsible, so I left you something with your laundry." She let him pull away and smiled at the blush that appeared on his cheeks. "I'm going to assume you're taking your time to get to know each other, but you should be prepared. Just in case."
Stan brushed some invisible lint off his mother's shoulder. "Would you be doing this if it was a girl?"
"Oh, absolutely!" Sharon slipped on her shoes and grabbed her purse. "I'd even take her aside to talk about birth control.
For some reason, that caused Stan to color further. "Please tell me you tortured Shelly like this."
"Well of course. I wouldn't be doing my job as a mother otherwise." She patted him affectionately on the cheek. "Now you two have fun. We'll be home tomorrow by five."
Stan watched his parents get into the car then back out of the driveway and figured he had maybe five minutes before Cartman rang his doorbell. He picked up a few things and looked at the clock when his doorbell rang in short staccato bursts. He opened the door and smirked at Cartman. "A little eager are we? I thought I would have a few more minutes."
Cartman brushed past him and dropped his bag of things for the party and the next day by the door. He pulled Stan into the house and shut the door behind him. He backed Stan against the door and placed his hands against the door right by his head, boxing Stan in. "I have a whole day with you. It's bad enough we're going to the party, but I refuse to waste any time, Stanley."
Stan moaned as Cartman leaned against him and captured his lips in a kiss. He threaded his fingers through Cartman's hair, playing with the silky strands as they traded hungry kisses. He tore his mouth away with a gasp as he felt Cartman unsnap his jeans and slide them just past his hips. "Eric?"
"I just wanna touch you." Cartman looked into his eyes. "Is that okay?"
Stan nodded. "Just with your hands though."
A determined glint lit up Cartman's eyes. "One day you will let me do more that just touch you with my hands."
"One day, maybe, but not today."
"Never say never, Stanley." Cartman pulled the articles of clothing down to Stan's knees, glorying in the flush that covered the pale skin open to his gaze. He watched as Stan hardened under his lust-filled gaze. He moistened his palm with saliva and began stroking Stan's shaft. Cartman smirked when Stan let out a soft whimper. "And you said I was the eager one."
His breath came out in harsh pants at the feeling of Cartman's hand on his flesh. He wrapped an arm around Cartman's neck when his bones felt like they were going to melt any moment; hips straining upward whenever Cartman's hand was in an upstroke. A moan tore itself from his throat when Cartman's thumb rubbed across the head of his penis.
"Jesus, you're so responsive." Cartman watched as Stan arched against the door in an effort to get closer to Cartman's hand. He angled his head toward Stan's neck and snagged an earlobe with his teeth. A sob escaped Stan, causing Cartman to chuckle. "Like this. I've never met anyone who could get off by having their ears messed with."
Panting, Stan swung his gaze to Cartman. "Do that again and you'll have a mess to clean up."
"Really?" Cartman ran his tongue from the pulse point at the base of Stan's throat up to the hollow behind his ear. "Come for me, Stan. Yell my name." Cartman bit at the soft skin again.
"Eric!" his arm tightened around Cartman, clinging to him as he rode out his orgasm.
Cartman pulled Stan up for a kiss, hungrily claiming his mouth. He pulled away and panted, "Let's go upstairs."
Happy in the middle of his afterglow, Stan went to pull up his pants when Cartman stopped him. "I can't walk upstairs with my pants around my knees. I could break my neck and we'd have to spend the night in the hospital."
"Fine, but when we get to your room, everything comes off."
Stan reached down and cupped Cartman through his pants. He ran his fingers along the bulge, smiling when Cartman sighed with pleasure. "I will if you will."
"Deal. Do you have anything to clean up with?" Cartman motioned with his closed fist.
"Yeah, there's stuff in the bathroom." Stan pulled up his pants and grabbed Cartman's bag. He went to his bedroom while Cartman went to the bathroom to clean up. He saw the condoms his mom had left him and put them in his nightstand. He then stripped off his clothes and was just placing them in the hamper when Cartman came into his room.
Cartman walked up to Stan and pulled him against his body, his mouth attacking Stan's as he moved them toward the bed. He sat Stan on the edge and began taking off his clothes.
Stan stopped him after he pulled off his shirt. "Let me do the rest." When Cartman stilled, Stan hooked his fingers into the jean's belt loops and pulled Cartman between his legs. He unzipped and unbuttoned the pants then slowly slid them along with the boxers down, Cartman's erection bobbing free. Stan grabbed the bottle of lotion off his nightstand, squirting a little into his hand. He slowly began stroking Cartman's length, examining the feel of the skin underneath his palm.
The position they were in made Cartman want to bury his length into Stan's mouth, but he held back, letting Stan take some of the control. He sucked in a surprised breath as Stan brushed a finger across his nipple. He closed his eyes as hips moved with Stan's hand.
Seeing Cartman lost to the sensations he was causing, made Stan start to harden again. He was able to get a little lotion on his free hand and began stroking himself using the same rhythm on Cartman, keeping an eye on his face.
Cartman opened his eyes and looked down when Stan's strokes began to falter. He let out a moan and threaded his hands through Stan's hair. His breathing hitched as he saw the look of absolute lust shining in Stan's eyes. "So fucking hot."
"You too." Stan sped up the pace, knowing he was close and hoping Cartman was too. He also let loose the one thing almost guaranteed to make Cartman come. "Eric. I need you to come. I'm so fucking close."
"Oh, fuck yes!" Cartman shouted as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him. He heard Stan's answering moan and dropped his gaze to Stan, who had taken Cartman's load to the face. Cartman helped him stand on shaky feet and led him to the bathroom. He turned on the water as Stan just stood there in a daze. He nudged Stan into the shower. "We need to clean up if we want to go to the party. I have no problem with you going with my jizz in your hair, but people will talk."
Too satisfied to care, Stan stood under the spray and lathered his hair. "Speaking of people talking, are we telling anyone... y'know, about us?"
Cartman stopped lathering himself and looked at Stan. "Do you want to tell people?"
"Why not?" Stan continued washing himself, completely missing the look that crossed Cartman's face. "That way if I end up getting too drunk and trying to have my way with you, no one will think twice." Stan suddenly found himself pushed up against the wall of his shower, Cartman's arousal brushing against his abdomen. Stan could feel his erection stirring back to life and moaned as Cartman scraped his teeth across his throat. "Eric, we don't have time for this."
Cartman softly chuckled as he heard Stan's moan as he cupped his ass. "Now that sounds like a challenge." He softly ground their genitals together, moaning when Stan cupped his ass back.
"We'll be late," Stan panted against his lover's shoulder.
"Not if we hurry," Cartman said as he pulled Stan close for a kiss.
"Hi, Stan. Hey, Cartman. Glad to see you could make it," Token said as he greeted them at the door.
"Good to see you to, dude. We're not too late are we?" Stan could feel his face start to turn red.
Token smiled as he took in the arm slung around Stan's waist. "Nah. A few people haven't shown up yet. Get yourself some drinks while I let Butters know he won the pool."
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. "I'm afraid to ask, but what pool?"
Token's smile turned into a grin. "Well, after last week, we decided to bet on how long it would take Cartman to convince you to date him."
"And Butters chose Halloween."
"Yep." Token walked with them to the kitchen. "If it makes you feel better, Wendy picked that you two were already dating."
Cartman let go of Stan and poured himself a drink. "Did anyone pick never?"
Token shook his head. "No one. We all learned a long time ago to never bet against you when you really want something."
Cartman studied Stan over the rim of his cup as Token's words sunk in, the scarlet red blooming over his cheeks. Cartman waited until Token left the room, then crossed over to his lover and wrapped his arm around Stan's waist as he whispered into his ear, "See, eventually you'll suck my dick."
Stan just pulled away to make his drink.
"I swear this is almost a repeat of Homecoming," Wendy said from Stan's right as they sat on the couch and watched everyone else dancing.
"Only this time it's Kyle instead of Kenny helping Cartman create a scene." Stan took a drink then resumed watching the two teens angrily dance with one another, glaring whenever they made eye contact. He slumped against the back and said, "Remind me again how this happened."
Wendy smiled and leaned against Stan, resting her head against his shoulder. "The two of them were stupid enough to make bets with Kenny."
He tried to keep from snickering at how weird it was that his and Wendy's boyfriends were dancing. "Is it wrong of me to be enjoying this?"
"After what they did? Nope." She smiled as she spotted a love bite just above the collar of Stan's shirt. "I told Kyle to tell you right away. Anyone with eyes could see that you were miserable, but no, no one listens to Wendy."
Stan eyed her cup and saw it was empty. "Are you as drunk as I am? You only get this ranty when you're drunk."
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and sent a wink in Kyle's direction. "Oh, I'm feeling a little buzzed. Cartman find out how grabby you get when you're drunk?"
"You have just figured out why we were miserable." Stan frowned into his cup; it was empty. "Kyle helped though. The jerk."
She patted Stan's hand. "Poor, Stan. His life is so hard. Schools are banging down his door and he has someone who is gagging at the chance to touch him."
Stan opened his mouth to retort when the song ended and Cartman and Kyle sprung apart. Cartman crossed to Stan and pulled him off the couch he was sitting on. "C'mon. If I'm gonna satisfy the other part of this bet, I need you with me."
Stan looped his arms around Cartman's waist, enjoying the warmth radiating off him. "What do you need me for?"
"Well, I'm sure as hell not kissing the Jew." He then sent a pointed glare at Kyle. "And Stan's off limits."
He tried not to be turned on by the possessiveness of his boyfriend's statement. "Cartman, why do you need to kiss me?"
Cartman grinned down at Stan. "Because I can?" When he saw Stan frown, he added, "The other part of the bet; I had to kiss a dude if I lost and since you're my date..."
"Fine, we'll find Kenny, finish your bet, then you can take me home." He leaned up and kissed the underside of Cartman's jaw, giving it a little nip.
Cartman's eyebrows rose at the display of affection. "Are you saying this party's dull?"
"No, Eric," Stan said as he ground his growing erection into Cartman's thigh, "I think our time is better spent elsewhere."
A breathy little sigh escaped from Cartman, glad Stan was standing in front of him. "Damn it, Stan." He waved toward Kyle and Wendy, then drug Stan toward Kenny, eager to leave and take Stan somewhere they could be alone.
