AN: Sorry this is late! I switched shifts at work and totally forgot what day it was. I hope this chapter makes up for it :)

Chapter Ten

Kenny occupied Stan's former seat at the table and watched the by play between the couple. He caught Cartman putting his hand under the table and smiled when Stan started turning red. He grinned and said to Stan, "Still no details to share? If you two need alone time, I'm sure there's an empty classroom somewhere..."

Stan glared at Kenny. "Don't give him any ideas." He slapped at the hand on his thigh. "And we have plans this weekend; Mom's making Dad take her to Denver again."

Cartman settled his hand lower on Stan's leg and smiled in his direction. "Have I told you how much I love your mom?"

"I'm sure she'd love to hear it from you since you and your mom disappeared for Thanksgiving." Sharon had been a little disappointed when Liane had called to let them know they weren't going to come for Thanksgiving, but she had instead spent the holiday cheering Stan up and glaring at Randy whenever he brought up his son's 'good-for-nothing' boyfriend. He set his hand on Cartman's and gave it a squeeze. "I think she wanted to show off to you."

A light dusting of color appeared on his cheeks. He cleared his throat and said, "I still can't believe she decided that this was the year we just had to drive all the way to fucking Nebraska. It's not like her damn uncle is ever going to get out of prison." He swirled his pudding around with his spoon. "It was good to see my cousins though."

While the two of them were distracted, Kenny stole Stan's jello. He took a bite then pointed his spoon at Cartman. "At least you ate a meal that was prepared for you by someone else."

"Bitch, please." Cartman looked at his apple, decided he didn't want it then handed it to Kenny. "Like you didn't have some sugar mamma lined up to take care of that."

Kenny smiled as he wrapped an arm around Kyle. He wiggled his eyebrows as he said, "And that's how the Broflovskis took me in."

Kyle rolled his eyes and looked back at his homework, frowning as he tried to get the wording right. "Ever since the year he nearly burnt his house down trying to cook a turkey, my mom gave the McCormicks a standing invite," he said using a bored tone of voice.

"Spoilsport." Kenny turned back to Stan and asked with a grin on his face, "Are Kyle and I invited over after you and Fat-ass have hot monkey sex all over your house?"

"Kenny!" Stan and Kyle cried out in unison.

Cartman snickered at their scandalized looks on both their faces, only stopping when Stan elbowed him in the ribs. He wrapped an arm around Stan's waist and pulled him close as he nuzzled his neck. "Kenny only has his best interests at heart. He wouldn't want to be scarred for life by finding us—two of his very good friends—in a compromising position."

Stan looked at Kenny and saw the humor in his eyes. "Somehow I doubt he'd be very scarred." He then looked at Kyle and saw the fiery red tips of his ears. "Kyle, on the other hand..."

"Wants to pretend that you don't do anything beyond what I've already seen," Kyle said as he kept his face close to his homework.

"We'll call you when it's safe to come over," Cartman said as he nipped at Stan's earlobe.

Cartman entered the Marshes house, calling out when he saw Stan's mom, "Hi, Sharon!"

"Well, hello, Eric," Sharon said as Cartman entered the door holding a large manila envelope. Spotting the seal, she asked, "Is that from Colorado State?"

Cartman nodded. "I was hoping Stan received one today as well?"

Sharon motioned to the stairs. "He took his straight upstairs as soon as he saw it. I think he wanted to see the news and not embarrass himself if he started crying."

Cartman smiled and began to head toward the stairs before he decided to turn around and give Sharon a hug. "Thank you for the invitation to Thanksgiving dinner and for your upcoming trip to Denver."

Sharon smiled as she patted his shoulder. "You're welcome." She held him out at arm's length and said, "You will be over for Christmas. No buts."

Cartman nodded then went up to Stan's room. He opened the door and saw his boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed just staring at the still sealed envelope in his hands. He sat down on the bed next to Stan and said, "Even if it says no, we still have UCLA as a backup school."

Stan snickered and leaned his head against Cartman's shoulder. He breathed in the scent of his cologne then opened up his envelope. Inside was a packet with information about the school along with an acceptance letter and a letter from the athletic department. He quickly scanned the letter, finding it congratulated him on a great season and offering a full scholarship for football. At the end of the letter was a small paragraph:

Sorry this is late in reaching you, but your coach, Jansen Nesbit, suggested that we wait until we were able to offer the same opportunity to your fellow teammate, Eric T. Cartman, which we can say that we are finally able to do so.

Cartman carefully set his packet to the side then took Stan's and gave it the same treatment. He pulled Stan into his lap and held him as he quietly cried into his shoulder, the sobs shaking the larger boy's frame.

Caught unaware, Stan held him close and let him cry it out. After the outburst died down to sniffles, Stan placed a kiss on his forehead. "I didn't realize you were looking forward to going to UCLA so much."

Cartman laughed as Stan handed him a tissue. "Sorry 'bout that. The director wrote me a nice letter and Nesbit went to bat for me. And it said that even when we don't get along we always managed to pull it together on game day."

Stan rubbed Cartman's back as he leaned into him. "Mine was apologizing for the delay. They were waiting until they could give you the same opportunity."

They sat there in silence until Cartman broke it. "You know what this means, right? We definitely have to have sex this weekend." When Stan started to protest, he continued, "What better way to celebrate than to get naked and repeatedly fuck each other?"

"I guess you have a point." Stan stood and moved toward the door. He smirked at Cartman and said, "We can use the condoms my mom gave me."

"Condoms?" Cartman shakily stood as he followed Stan to the door. "How long have you had those?"

"Since the last time they went to Denver," Stan said happily as they went downstairs to deliver the good news.

"Cartman, what are you doing?"

Cartman eyed Kenny suspiciously, wondering how he managed to find them; after all, he had managed to find the furthest room away from anything else. He had managed to convince Stan to try to make some alone time since they had been unable to snatch any in the last few weeks. He blocked Stan from the other boy's view, knowing he wouldn't want to be seen in the state of disarray he was in. "Fuck off. I'm trying to seduce my boyfriend."

Kenny turned around to give them some semblance of privacy and put his hands in his pockets. "Thought you two would like to know Kyle's looking for you. Said he needed to iron plans out for Saturday."

Cartman put his head against Stan's shoulder and counted to twenty in hopes of getting his erection to subside, but Stan's throaty laughter as he ghosted his hands over Cartman's chest wasn't helping. "Does he need to know right this minute?"

"It's Kyle," Kenny said as if it explained everything.

Cartman huffed in annoyance as Stan began to straighten his clothes. He grabbed Stan's hands and held them to his sides as he said, "Tell his royal highness that he should come over sometime around two. That should give him enough time to get the sand out of his vagina."

Kenny snickered as he heard one of them moan. "So around two. I'll see you then."

Stan gasped as Cartman bit at his ear. "Yeah, see you at two. Now fuck off."

"Have a good time, Mom," Stan said as he showed his mom to the door. "And don't let Dad do anything stupid."

Sharon patted him on the cheek and saw Cartman walking over from the corner of her eye. She checked to make sure her purse was in place then smiled. "You and Eric have a good time too. I left plenty of money for food and supplies."

"Mom!" Stan blushed.

Sharon laughed then headed toward the car. She waved to both of them as she climbed in the passenger side, calling out, "Goodbye!"

Stan shook his head and leaned against the doorway as he watched his parents pull away. He turned his gaze to Cartman and felt a surge of anticipation punch him in the gut. He hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and splayed his hands to frame his crotch. "Hey."

Cartman looked at him and smiled as he walked up the steps. He braced himself against the door jamb as he leaned over Stan, his tongue snaking out to lick his bottom lip. "I know I only saw you an hour ago, but I couldn't stay away any longer."

Stan leaned up and caught Cartman with a slow sweet kiss. After a few moments he pulled away. "I was expecting you sooner."

Cartman pulled Stan flush against him, enjoying the way his boyfriend's body molded to his. "If I hadn't caught Randy running to the car, I just might have." He leaned in and nipped at his boyfriend's ear, appreciating the sounds he made. "Bad enough we had to wait until your mom took your dad away."

Stan grabbed Cartman's coat and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. "I don't want to talk about them." He had felt on edge and horny all week, the little bits of time they could snatch together doing nothing to whet his appetite. He pulled Cartman's hat and jacket off, tossing them on the floor, then attacked the buttons on Cartman's shirt. "Of all the days for you to decide to dress up."

Cartman grinned and helped Stan with the buttons. "And here I thought you valued patience as a virtue." He pulled Stan into his arms, moaning as the smaller teen wrapped his legs around him, giving him the first real contact he had in days. He nipped at the the under side of Stan's jaw then eyed the stairs. "As much as I'd like to, I don't think I'd be able to carry you up the stairs."

Stan reluctantly set his feet back on the ground. He slid his hands along the opening of Cartman's shirt, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact before he pulled away and grabbed Cartman's hand, leading him upstairs.

Once they crossed the threshold of Stan's room, Cartman pulled him close and stuck his hand down Stan's pants, grasping his boyfriend's erection. He slowly stroked his erection as he thrust into his ass. Stan's moans grew louder as he nibbled on his neck. He pulled his mouth away and purred into his ear, "I can't wait until we're naked and I'm thrusting into your tight little ass."

Stan gasped as he backed into Cartman, the words turning him on further. They had barely touched one another and he was already pretty close to coming in his pants; the little time they had been able to snatch over the past week had never been enough. Stan reached behind him, groping Cartman's ass. He thrust up into his lover's hand, panting, "Eric, I want you to blow me so badly."

Cartman slid his hand out then unbuttoned Stan's jeans and slid them down to the floor as Stan pulled off his shirt. He helped Stan out of his shoes, socks, and pants before picking him up and carrying him to the bed. He lay Stan down and looked at him for a moment, admiring his nakedness. He started to strip his clothes off and said, "Why don't you get everything so I can get you ready while I suck you off."

Stan pulled the lube and pack of condoms out of the nightstand, putting them in easy reach. He reached down between his legs, slowly stroking himself as he watched Cartman's every move. He kept his touch light, not wanting it to be over before Cartman had a chance to pleasure him.

Once Cartman was naked, he grabbed the lube, and settled himself between Stan's knees. He made a big show of lubricating his fingers, wiggling his eyebrows at Stan suggestively, coaxing a shaky giggle from him. He carefully slid one in, watching Stan's face for any reaction. They had slowly introduced ass play into their lovemaking lately, taking turns and finding out what the other liked.

A moan escaped Stan as he threw his head back and enjoyed the sensation. He enjoyed rimming as well, but nothing seemed to make him feel as good as when Cartman fingered him. He tried to flex his hips with Cartman's movements, but the hand on his hip kept him still. He looked up at him and begged, "Please. Oh god. Touch me please."

"With pleasure." Cartman lowered his mouth to Stan's cock, at first teasing by only licking the tip. He moved his tongue farther down and began licking using long, firm strokes. His mouth engulfed Stan's length and he bobbed his head up and down, humming to give him that extra jolt of pleasure. He lightly scraped him with his teeth while he added another finger, drawing another moan from his partner.

Stan clutched at the sheets beneath him as he enjoyed the pleasurable way Cartman tortured him letting out a particularly loud moan as Cartman brushed against his prostate. His hands strayed to Cartman's hair in an attempt to hold him in place as he felt his orgasm start to build. Cartman untangled his fingers from his hair and pulled away, Stan's cock causing a small pop as it left his mouth. He looked down when he felt Cartman pull his fingers out and saw him ready the condom. His hand strayed down to his erection as he watched him with heavy-lidded eyes.

Condom in place and lubed up, Cartman situated himself between Stan's thighs, his erection lined up with Stan's anus. He touched his cock to the opening and felt Stan's shiver of pleasure. He brought one of his boyfriend' hands to his lips and kissed the center of his palm. He gave a wicked grin and asked, "Are you ready for me to pop your cherry?"

Stan nodded, his eyes on Cartman's. The initial breach was a little painful, but he tried to keep his breathing even and relax his muscles. His hands gravitated toward his lover's shoulders and gripped as he slowly pushed forward. He wrapped his arms around Cartman once the other teen was fully sheathed, letting out a moan when he felt his cock twitch. Cartman started by only pulling out a little then pushing all the way back in, making Stan moan with every brush of his prostate.

After a few minutes of going slow to allow Stan to adjust to his girth, Cartman sped up, moaning as Stan's body tightened around him with each thrust. He could feel the tension growing low in his belly, Stan's moans spurring him on. He looked into his lovers eyes and said, "Please tell me you're close."

Stan nodded, rendered speechless by the pleasure Cartman was giving him. He arched his back as Cartman grabbed his penis. Incoherent words bubbled out as Cartman gave him a few firm strokes sending him over the edge.

Watching Stan climax triggered Cartman's and he followed his boyfriend into bliss. When he started to catch his breath, he pulled out of Stan and disposed of the condom. Smiling at his boyfriend's loose form, he turned Stan onto his side and spooned behind him, placing kisses on his back.

After a few moments, Stan panted at him, "Does it count that you gave me so much pleasure I don't want to leave this bed?"

Cartman smiled and held Stan closer, letting his hands wander over the expanse of naked flesh. "I guess it depends on when we can do that again."

"Stan? Cartman?" Kyle called out as he and Kenny entered Stan's house, starting to worry when only silence greeted them.

The two of them started to head upstairs to investigate when they heard Stan call out, "For fuck's sake, Eric! Quit teasing me and fuck me already!"

Kenny chuckled as Kyle turned green. He steered the other boy toward the couch and said with a grin, "I think they'll be a while."

Last chapter will be posted on Friday. It's an epilogue of sorts.