I don't own South Park - it's owned by the very talented Trey Parker and Matt Stone.
The Contest
by cell12
Chapter 09
Kyle had left his house straight after breakfast, eager to get away from his family and eager to give Cartman the letters that were burning a hole in his pocket. He was surprised to find a pyjama-clad Cartman opening the door for him. He was also surprised when Cartman leaned in to kiss him gently before taking his hand and guiding him inside.
"Mah mom is in the kitchen," was all the explanation Eric gave Kyle as he lead him upstairs.
"I've got your letters," Kyle said, handing them to Cartman as they entered the bedroom.
Eric took them and quickly placed them in the drawer by the side of his bed.
"Aren't you even going to look at them?" Kyle felt unreasonably hurt. The letters that Cartman had written for him had been so sweet and loving that he had half-believed them.
Cartman raised an eyebrow and smiled, "No time for that now Kahl. My mom will be calling me down for breakfast in a few minutes."
"So what did you drag me up here for?" Kyle asked.
"I wanted you to understand," Cartman stared deep into Kyle's emerald green eyes, "we're on now Kahl. We have to keep up the act twenty-four/seven. You never know when someone is watching or listening to us."
Kyle swallowed - Cartman was talking about maintaining the fake relationship all the time, with no respite, "I understand," he acknowledged.
"From now on we can't break character," Cartman's face showed an intimidating and deep level of intensity, "we can't even talk about it, like this, when we're alone."
"What can we talk about?" Kyle was nervous about appearing too obviously fake.
"The usual stuff is fine Kahl," Cartman started unbuttoning his pyjama top, "friends, family, school, TV. We don't have to talk about our relationship and how much we love each other all the time."
Kyle was fixed in place by the sight of Cartman undressing in front of him. The chubby body look so pink and smooth and soft. It wasn't ugly or repulsive like Kyle had thought it might be. Kyle remembered how it had felt cuddling against a clothed Cartman and wondered if it felt different without clothes. Kyle mentally slapped himself, why was he drooling over Cartman and why hadn't he said anything? He managed to find his voice, "What are you doing, Fat-ass?"
"Ah'm getting ready to take a shower Kahl," Cartman paused - his hands gripped the waist of his pyjama shorts. "What," Cartman asked, "you thought that I was going to try to rape you or something?"
Kyle blushed, "No, I just wasn't expecting you to strip off in front of me."
"Well take a good look Kahl," Cartman dropped his shorts - revealing himself, "you'll be expected to know what your boyfriend looks like."
Kyles eyes were drawn to Cartman's dick - he couldn't stop staring at it, "It looks big," he squeaked.
"If anyone asks ah'm seven and a half inches hard," Cartman grabbed the towel off the bed and left the room.
Kyle stood for a moment - shell-shocked - before following, "Don't you want to know about me?"
Cartman paused as he was about to enter the bathroom, "Are you planning to strip off and let me get a good look at you?"
"No," Kyle immediately answered, although he found the idea strangely exciting.
"How big are you?" Cartman asked.
Kyle swallowed, "Six and a quarter inches, and not as fat as you either," he saw Cartman's face when he used the word fat, "sorry - well girthed."
"Any birthmarks I should know about?"
Kyle shook his head, "No."
"That should be enough for me to bluff my way around any questions," the Fat-ass retreated into the bathroom and shut the door.
Kyle stood there, contemplating whether to return to Cartman's bedroom or go downstairs. Part of him wanted to wait in the bedroom - just so he could see Cartman naked some more. The other part - the sane part - wanted to flee out of the house and pretend none of this had ever happened.
Just then the bathroom door swung back open. Cartman leaned across the door, revealing his wet and glistening upper torso, "You could shower with me if you want. It's the sort of thing couples do."
Kyle gave a squeak of terror and ran down the stairs with the sound of Eric's laughter following behind.
