Author Notes: I'm so glad that people seemed to like the last chapter. It was my favourite one to write so far, so thanks for all your comments and adds to stuff. This new chapter was a bit of a pain in the ass to write for one reason or another, but the next one should be better. Enjoy!

Chapter 7 - Calling

I can't believe I'm naked in Eric Cartman's bed at 6:30am on a Sunday morning after a night of passionate sex

I think we ended up falling asleep a little after three thirty due to a combination of alcohol and general exhaustion from playing dirty little games for hours. Part of me thought that come this morning I'd be regretting last night, but I'm not. Why would I - my fantasies came to life, and it was awesome just like we knew it would be. My body feels so warm today, if not just a little sore, and my mind feels totally clear. I think last night was exactly what we both needed.

I turn my face to look at Cartman. He's still fast asleep. There are so many unanswered questions I have when it comes to this guy. For example, has he wanted to do this for a while like me, or was it totally a spur of the moment thing for him? Last night he seemed so happy with what we were doing, but how is feeling now that the moment is over? I wish I could ask him, but knowing Cartman, he probably wouldn't tell me anyway. I decide not to wake him, as he's not exactly a morning person. He's not really an afternoon or night person either, but I know he hates being woken up.

I slowly lift the covers and slide out from under them. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out when I realise how sore I actually am as I stand up, and I limp slightly as I make my way across Cartman's room. I silently scurry out of the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. I quickly wash my face to get rid of any telltale residue, and just as quickly pull my shirt on. My ass and thighs protest painfully as I slide into my jeans. Note to self - wearing hip huggers the day after a night of vigorous butt sex is not a clever thing to do.

Once I'm dressed, I creep along the hallway to the top of the stairs. Just as I begin to descend them, I pause. Maybe I should leave a note or something. I retreat back up the stairs to Cartman's room. I go to his desk and quickly scribble on a scrap of paper.

'Went home early, didn't want to wake you.

See you at school.

K

PS: No regrets'

I hesitate for a long time before adding the post script, but I figure at least I'm being honest. I hear movement behind me and turn around. It was Cartman - he still asleep, just shifting around a little. I tilt my head and smile as I look at him - he looks so peaceful and innocent when he's sleeping. I nearly laugh out loud at the absurdity of this thought. Eric Cartman, peaceful and innocent? I think not.

I cross the room to the bed and place the note on the nightstand. I hear Cartman sigh contentedly as he snuggles into his pillow and I find my smile growing wider. Before I can think about what I'm doing, I lean down and kiss his forehead lightly. I'm not sure why I did that. I guess it just seemed like an appropriate thing to do. And I got to indulge in a lungful of his Cartman smell again. His usual scent has been enhanced by the smell of sex and sweat. So much for innocence.

The walk home is agonising, as every step I take causes my jeans to rub against my bruised and lacerated skin. I'm still smiling though, because at the same time every step I take reminds me of last night and how incredible it was. I feel like there's an area of my brain that's trying to pick fault with this situation and tell me I'm crazy for being so happy that I lost my virginity to my worst enemy. But somehow, that area of my brain has been stifled. And somehow, this whole crazy situation makes perfect sense to me, almost like it was meant to happen to an extent. I'm more curious about how Cartman feels though.

When I get home, my family is already up and about. Ike doesn't even acknowledge me as I come in the front door, being too busy eating cereal and watching hockey on the television to spare me even a glance. That's fine – we're brothers. We're not supposed to be courteous to each other.

'Morning, Ike.'

He doesn't respond, totally hypnotised by the television. I flop down on the couch beside him.

'I thought you Canadians were supposed to be polite?'

'Bite me, homo.'

'Ike Broflovski, watch your language!'

My mom's grating voice echoes through the house as comes out of the kitchen in her dressing gown. She hands me the syringe of insulin she has made up for me and I smile a thank you. She acknowledges this with a nod.

'Good morning, bubbeleh. Did you have fun at Eric's last night?'

I blush, not only because of the question but because of the fact that Mom still calls me that stupid pet name. I quickly swab my arm with alcohol and inject the insulin into myself.

'Er, we really just kinda slept.'

My mum takes the used syringe from me and returns to the kitchen without saying a word. I'm not sure why she even bothered asking me about staying at Cartman's, as I doubt she cares about the answer. She's not exactly Cartman's biggest fan and has always said she'd prefer it if I didn't hang out with him. Apparently he's a bad influence on me. After last night, I'd be inclined to agree.

Ike sniggers. 'What's wrong? Didn't your man give you any last night?'

I sigh. You gotta love little brothers. Ike has a pretty good idea that I'm gay, since the little shit once used my computer and I hadn't been smart enough to delete my Internet history first. But he's been cool enough not to mention it to Mom and Dad, just so long as I let him use my computer whenever he wants, among countless other little favours. He and Cartman would get along so well. They're both master manipulators, they both claim to hate me and they both love to piss me off.

'I bet you at least sucked his cock.'

He thinks he's so fucking funny. I roll my eyes.

'Yes Ike, I did. I sucked his cock. In fact, I sucked it until the sun came up.'

'Thought you might have done.'

Not unlike his big brother, Ike is a fan of sarcasm. We laugh together, though I'm mostly laughing at how Ike would react if he knew that what I'd just said was true. Baring that in mind, I rise from the couch and head towards the stairs.

'I'm gonna go take a shower.' I declare.

'To wash away the sin?'

'Ike, shut the fuck up.'

'Language!' Mom yells from the kitchen.

As I enter my bedroom, I find a pile of books on my desk. I recognise them from my dad's study. My parents really want me to be a lawyer, even though I've never shown an iota of interest in pursuing such a career. Apparently, Broflovski men have always been lawyers, and therefore I'm expected to follow suit. Fuck that. It's my brain, and I'll use it how I see fit. I make a disgusted sound as I push the books into a corner and grab my towel.

On my way down the hallway, I glance into my dad's study. He's working. On a Sunday, for crying out loud! He was working yesterday too. Why the hell would I want to do a job that involves working every day of the week? Sure, I believe in hard work, but I also believe in taking time out to relax and enjoy life. That said, if I was married to Mom, I'd probably wanna work all the time too just to keep out of her way. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. I'd just never want to marry anyone like her.

The water from the shower feels extra good on my body this morning. I think I'm still sensitive from all the stimulation it's had recently. The cuts on the inside of my thighs sting as the warm water flows over them. My mind wanders back to Cartman again. I wonder whether he's woken up and found my note yet. I wonder if I'll hear from him today...

As soon as I'm finished my shower, I slip into some loose fitting clothes and pull my homework out of my backpack. I settle on the bed with my chemistry book as there's no room on the desk thanks to those fucking law books and I simply can't be bothered to move them. I try to concentrate but visions of last night keep flashing before my eyes. Cartman...kissing me...spanking me...fucking me...

My heart begins to race. I'm starting to feel turned on again. Maybe I just need to allow my body to relax before I can focus my mind on homework. Putting the textbook to one side, I lay back and close my eyes for a moment. I wish I could understand what has happened in my head. I feel like Cartman's touch, his words, his scent are all haunting me. When everything is said and done, he's still Eric Cartman, asshole extraordinaire who hates my guts – he's just really good in bed, is all. Then why can't I get him out of my head after one night of passion? Maybe I'm becoming one of those sex addicts. I'll have to do some more research online...

I suddenly feel something land on me. I sit up and find my green beret on my chest. Stan is standing by my bed in a suit. He must have just been to church. There's a moment of silence and I can feel a little tension in the air. Goddamn it – there's nothing worse than feeling awkward around your best friend, especially when that awkwardness has been caused by you being a dumbass. With a sigh, Stan folds his arms and sits on the bed beside me, nodding at the beret.

'You left your hat at the party. Thought you might want it back.'

I smile. 'Thanks, dude.'

He smiles back. 'Hung over?'

'Not really.'

Much to my surprise, I haven't had so much as a headache this morning. I guess I must have burnt off all the alcohol with all the exercise I got. Stan suddenly bursts out laughing, though I can't comprehend why. I still haven't really seen the funny side of me molesting my best friend in front of all of our friends yet.

'You totally made an ass out of yourself last night, dude!'

I cringe. 'I know. I can't believe that I...I'm so sorry.'

'It's fine. Everyone does something dumb once in a while. It's not like anything major came out of it.'

Yeah, I just got my little Jew cherry popped by the resident Nazi. No biggie. I change the subject before I start to blush.

'So err, did anyone else do something dumb last night?'

Stan shrugged. 'Not really. Kenny got slapped by Bebe a few times, but the biggest news was you getting smashed and smooching me.'

'Great.'

Stan laughs at my sarcastic reply, and this time I join him. I guess it is kinda funny when I think about it. It's certainly not the worst thing I could have done, and it's not like Stan seems to care, so it's all good!

'Was Wendy okay about it?'

'She was a bit annoyed at first, but then after a few more beers she decided that it was actually kinda hot.'

My eyebrow quirks at that. 'She thinks seeing another guy kiss her boyfriend is hot? Freak.'

'Tell me about it! But I guess I'm lucky in a way. If it had been another girl, I doubt I'd still have my balls right now.'

Stan removes his jacket and tie, and tosses them onto the floor at the foot of my bed. I shift along slightly so that he can make himself comfortable next to me. We both lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling. This is one of my favourite things to do with Stan; we've done it since we were little kids. It great, just relaxing on a bed and sharing secrets. In fact I think the last time that we did this, I told Stan I was gay.

'So how come you ended up staying at Cartman's place last night?'

I freeze, speechless. So much for relaxing. How the fuck did Stan find out? I'm gonna have to work hard to keep my cool here, as this is one secret I'm not willing to share just yet.

'H-how'd you know about that?'

'Your mom let me in the house just now and asked me if I had stayed over at Cartman's last night too. You actually stayed there with him alone all night and got out alive?'

Shit. I hate having to lie to Stan, but I'm going to have to. I can think of about a dozen reasons to justify this decision, the definitive one being if I told him the truth, he'd probably do his over-protective best friend thing and put Cartman in the hospital. I don't want that to happen.

'Yeah, erm...he just asked me in for coffee and I ended up falling asleep on his couch.'

'He asked you in for coffee? That was...weird of him.'

'I thought so too. I think he just wanted the extra time to rip on me for being wasted.'

'He didn't do anything to you, did he?'

My eyes widen as my filthy brain goes into overdrive again. I wish I didn't have such a fucking dirty mind sometimes.

'Nah, he was just his usual annoying self.'

I must have replied too slowly for his liking as Stan sits up and looks down at me in concern.

'Are you sure? You're acting a little strange.'

'Yeah dude, he just...threatened to break my legs if I told anyone he'd let me sleep at his house. You know what he's like – hates people to think he's human and all.'

Stan nods slowly, clearly not sure whether to believe me. I smile brightly and jump off the bed.

'Anyway, enough about him. Wanna play some GameSphere?'

Thankfully, Stan dropped the issue after that. We played video games and talked for a few hours and then Stan stayed for dinner. It was really great, just like the old days. Stan always spends so much time with Wendy lately that I really appreciate the rare occasions that Stan and I actually get to spend alone together. With Stan to distract me, I didn't think about what had happened last night so much. Although I did keep obsessively checking my cell phone to see if Cartman had been in touch. He hadn't, but I wasn't too worried. He was probably still sleeping or something.

After dinner, Stan and I played basketball until about five in the afternoon, at which time Stan announced that he would have to leave as he was meeting Wendy at six. This suited me fine as I still hadn't finished my homework, so we said our goodbyes and I returned to my room. I glared at the pile of law books before stashing them in the closet, then sat down at the desk and opened my science textbook.

Before I began reading, I checked my phone one more time. I don't know what I was expecting Cartman to say when he did contact me. He said that he wouldn't mind us screwing around like that every day, but did he even mean what he said? And even if he did, as appealing as it sounds, is it really such a good idea? I mean, if the sex is that wonderful, does it really matter that it's with Cartman? I can't decide. I wonder what he thinks. I really need to talk to him about it.

I'd only been working for about ten minutes when my cell phone beeps. I feel my heart do something peculiar when I realise it's a text message from Cartman.

'U 4GOT UR BOXERS JOO - EC'

I sigh, irritated. One of my pet hates is when people write text messages this way. I don't care what anyone says - it's not quicker to write texts like that, and it's certainly not quicker to read texts like that. What's the problem with using normal words? Regardless, Cartman had contacted me and it makes me feel strangely excited. I quickly think up a cheeky comeback and send it.

'I KNOW. THINK OF IT AS SOMETHING TO REMEMBER ME BY - KB'

I toss my chemistry book to one side and focus my attention on my cell phone. I can't wait to see his reply to that. It takes him about four minutes, but a reply finally comes through.

'SURE. LAST NITE WAZ KEWL – EC'

I smile – cool? More like really fucking hot. I think for a moment and send my response.

'YEAH, YOU SHOULD RESCUE ME FROM MY MOM MORE OFTEN – KB'

I place my phone on the desk and lean back in my chair. Last night really was awesome. I've never felt like that before. I just can't believe that it was Cartman making me feel those things. Like when he spanked me, and when he stuck his tongue inside me...

I feel myself insides tingle and my body temperature starts to rise. Looking around to check that my door is closed, I slowly slide my hand into my sweatpants and start to stroke my hardening cock. I jump when I hear ringing and stare at my phone guiltily - another text from Cartman.

'WAT R U DOIN RITE NOW? - EC'

I smile as I draft up my response. I read over what I've wrote and hesitate for a moment before sending it. I figure I might as well give an honest answer.

'REPLAYING LAST NIGHT IN MY HEAD AND TOUCHING MYSELF. WHAT ELSE? – KB'

No sooner have I pressed the send button, my phone starts ringing as a call comes through. It's Cartman. Grinning, I press the answer button and hold the phone to my ear, not saying a word. There's silence for a second.

'Seriously?'

I laugh. 'Seriously.'

He chuckles softly. I shiver – his laughter sounds the way chocolate tastes, so smooth and deliciously naughty.

'Are you in your room?' he asks.

'Yeah.'

'On your bed?'

'No, I'm sitting at my desk.'

'Take your clothes off and get on the bed.'

I love it when he orders me around. I should really make some effort to keep him on his toes though.

'Only if you do too.'

He laughs. 'I'm already there, my dear Jew.'

I'm talking to naked Cartman. Something about that makes me feel so hot. I cross my room to the door and lock it before slipping out of my clothes. I slide onto the bed, laying back comfortably and allowing the sheets to caress my sensitive skin as I bring the phone back up to my ear.

'I'm there now too.'

'Are you hard?'

'Yeah.'

'Tell me what you're doing.'

I've never had phone sex before, so I'm not quite sure what to say.

'Erm...touching myself.'

That fucking sucked. I cringe as Cartman laughs softly. 'Wanna know what I'm doing?'

I nod even though I know he can't see it. He takes my silence as an affirmative answer and starts talking in that delectable tone of voice that makes my dick spasm.

'I'm stroking my cock. It's hard and hot in my hand. My heart is pounding and my nipples are rock hard, and all because I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about how good your creamy skin felt to touch last night, and how beautiful the sound of you screaming my name was. I'm so turned on right now. I'm closing my eyes, imagining that it's you here touching me instead.'

Suddenly, I want Cartman here with me. I want his hands touching me and his lips kissing my skin and his hot sweet breath on my ear again. Above all else, I want to feel him inside me again. For the first time, I notice that I'm breathing heavily. I run my free hand over my chest, my fingers lightly brushing against my swollen nipples.

'Oh god...' I manage to whisper.

'If I was there, what would you want me to do to you, Kyle?'

Taking a deep breath, I think of all the things I enjoyed about last night and try to find the words to articulate them.

'I'd...want you to hold me down...gripping my wrists in your hands until it hurts. I'd want to feel your hard cock pressed against mine as you kissed me until I couldn't breathe anymore.'

Cartman is silent for a moment. I hear him moving around a little. 'What else?'

I swallow hard, licking my dry lips. 'I wanna get on my knees in front of you and take your cock to the back of my throat. I wanna suck you until you're moaning. I want to take you to heaven and back with my tongue.'

Judging by Cartman's uneven breathing, I'm getting better at this, so I continue.

'I want you to shoot your hot sticky cum into my mouth. I wanna lick your taste from my lips and savour every drop.'

'How would I taste, Kyle?'

I groan theatrically. 'Like paradise.'

Much to my delight, Cartman moans throatily. My cock is absolutely pulsating with need, so I reach down and stroke myself vigorously as I continue.

'I want to feel your hands on my skin touching me. I want your fingers inside me, stretching me out so you can fuck me into oblivion.'

'My little Jew has such good ideas.'

I can envision the animalistic smile on Cartman's face as he says this. The mental images I'm having coupled with Cartman's smooth honeyed voice continue to drive me fucking crazy as I stroke myself faster.

'Do you want to feel my cock pressed against your ass, Kyle?' Cartman hisses.

'Oh, fuck...'

'Want me to fuck you good and hard?'

'Oh my God, yes!'

'I love the feeling of being inside you. That fucking tight sexy little ass. I wanna stare into your pretty green eyes and fuck you so fucking hard.'

I whimper into the phone as I feel myself coming close to orgasm.

'I wanna dig my fingernails into your back as you fuck me and scream your name over and over again. Cartman, Oh God, Cartman...'

'Oh Jesus, Kyle!'

'Cartman...'

I hear him moan loudly as he reaches his climax first, and it doesn't take me long to follow suit. I'm gonna need another shower, but it was worth it. Cartman laughs breathlessly.

'You're pretty good at that, Jew.'

I smile. 'You too, for someone who makes out like they're an illiterate fucktard most of the time.'

To my surprise, he laughs at this insult. 'Oh, I am! I've just overheard my mom doing this lots of times.'

...Gross. 'It's kinda twisted that you've learnt something like that from your mom, dude.'

'Hey! I didn't hear you complaining five minutes ago.'

'I'm not complaining now either.'

There's silence on the line. In a strange coincidence, we both start laughing nervously at the same time. Cartman finally speaks.

'I really wish you were here right now.'

'Me too. All of this talk has got me so wound up.'

'Yeah, actions are so much better than words.'

I'm getting the impression that Cartman is implying that he wants us to play together again, but just doesn't want to ask. I guess I'll just have to take the lead.

'So, what are you doing tomorrow after school?'

There's another short silence. Cartman sniggers. 'You, hopefully.'

I laugh. 'Sounds good to me.'

'Well, get a good night's sleep then, Jew. You're gonna need the energy.'

'Same to you, fatass. Sweet dreams.'

We hang up with another word. That wasn't so hard – I've heard Stan and Wendy do this 'You hang up, no you hang up' thing and it's so fucking retarded. I guess that Stan and Wendy's relationship is a little different to mine and Cartman's though. A lot different, actually. I eye the splash of cum in the palm of my hand and close my fingers around it fondly.

Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

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I've never wrote a phone sex scene before. If this chapter was a little flat, you have my apologies. One of the dogs I occasionally look after died quite suddenly this morning and I wasn't really in the right frame of mind for writing. Hopefully it turned out okay.

On a lighter note, just thought I'd mention that it looks like there's gonna be about 18 chapters to this story. So that's only 11 more for me to write. Super... LOL! If you're inspired to do so, please review. See you in chapter 8!

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PS: This chapter is dedicated to Charlie – we'll never really know what happened to you, my friend. But you'll be missed. RIP.