A/N: Back to updating weekly, since fanfiction is not being a jerk anymore! Yay!
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Part Eleven – Sunday, July 4th
Despite their ever so successful date, it had actually been a couple of days since Eric and Kyle had spoken. Kyle insisted that he get back to hanging out with Stan as per usual to make sure that nothing seemed awry, which was fine, but Eric hadn't realized that would mean two days of NO CONTACT.
Stan was such a douche. Eric was pretty sure he must have Wendy over at the same time as Kyle, since she probably bitched at him for spending more time with his 'super best friend' than her. Well, that wouldn't be a problem for very long, seeing as Eric was determined to have Kyle over as much as possible.
So when Kyle finally decided to see Eric again, the brunet essentially threw a party over it with his Jew's favorite snacks, drinks, and even a freshly made bed.
But they weren't on the bed now, because Eric just found out that Kyle was unaware of some of his favorite Xbox games and that needed to be remedied AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
"I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU, JEW!" Eric exclaimed as he set up his system in the living room, with Kyle sitting comfortably on the couch watching. "I mean, you were just going to go to college with no knowledge of the most recent Xbox games? THEY WOULD HAVE TORN YOU APART!" He powered it up, taking his favorite game out. "So okay, this game is called 'Bioshock' and it's like, the BEST GAME ever made."
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Kyle smirked from his position on the couch, watching the back of Cartman's head as he put the game in. Cartman had been so keen on acting like a gentleman during their time together (or, as much of a gentleman as the brunet could be), that Kyle had kind of forgotten that he was just… a guy. A typical teenager who played video games more often than he studied and yelled at the screen as if it would help him win.
Unfortunately for Cartman, though, Kyle had kind of lost interest in video games over the years. He just didn't have much time for them and when he did have time, he usually preferred to read, and he really didn't like first person shooters at all. Apparently this was some form of blasphemy, judging by the way Cartman kept shooting him incredulous looks.
"Not everyone at college is going to hole themselves up in their dorm rooms to play Xbox twenty-four seven," he said. "NYU isn't some crappy state school where no one cares."
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"REGARDLESS of what kind of school NYU is, you have to AT LEAST know your way around some of the more popular ones in case it comes up," Eric defended as he took his wireless controller and sat next to Kyle on the couch. "You don't want to look like a recluse, even if you are one." He shot his Jew a teasing glance before rustling up his hair.
"SO THIS is Bioshock," Eric said, leaning against Kyle as he started to show him some of the levels. "It takes place in an underwater city called 'Rapture' after World War II and it's led by a guy who thinks that people shouldn't be controlled by governments or ethics or religion." His eyes started to expand in jollity as he moved his character to slice one of the enemies head's off. "So it's like an anarchical society… but it's a STRUCTURED anarchy… for a while. BUT THEN the scientists find this sea slug, right?" He pointed one of them out on the screen. "WITH POWERS that can SPLICE HUMAN DNA TO GIVE THEM SUPER POWERS!"
Eric enthusiastically peered down with his mouth agape with excitement – only to meet Kyle's apparent disinterest.
Calming down significantly, Eric tried not to let that disappoint him as he continued to roam the game until he found one of the little sisters. "So they harness the power in these demented little girls… for some reason, and then when the place goes up in smoke the little girls like… go around and extract like… power from dead corpses of people who used the sea slugs and these HUGE ROBOTS called Big Daddies protect them!" he exclaimed as he started to fight one of the Bouncers.
As soon as he beat it, he morbidly made his character extract the sea slug out of the little sister as he cried excitedly, "IT'S THE COOLEST GAME EVER!" He leaned into Kyle again, hoping he would reciprocate his love of the game.
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"I'll just… watch you play," Kyle said uncertainly, not understanding what was going on in the slightest. But it was funny to see Cartman so excited about something that didn't have to do with genocide or hurting individuals in real life.
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Eric looked quite disgruntled at Kyle's dormancy as he nudged, "Well I mean, in Bioshock 2 there's a competitive mode… and um, you could go against me if you want…" He smirked and rolled his eyes slightly. "Because I know how much you love rubbing it in my face when you think you're 'winning'." He perked an eyebrow suggestively just as the Big Daddy on screen drilled a hole into one of the Splicers.
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"I do like to win," Kyle said thoughtfully. "Which is why I won't be playing any Xbox games against you any time soon."
He then smiled to himself, an idea coming to mind. "Though, as much as I like to win," he said quietly, his right hand slowly moving over to rest on Cartman's thigh. "I like seeing you lose even more."
Tilting his chin up, he leaned in to whisper in Cartman's ear, "I wonder how easily I can distract you into getting your character killed."
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Oh ho ho, BITCH THAT WAS A CHALLENGE!
"Is that a challenge, Kyle?" Eric asked calmly, but he felt jubilant as all hell when Kyle's hand crept onto his lap. Knowing that to look off of the screen for a second could mean certain death, Eric determinedly kept his eyes on the game as he tried to control both himself and his character. "Bring it."
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Suddenly this video game just got interesting.
Mentally patting himself on the back for his cleverness, Kyle moved to start planting kisses on the brunet's neck. He left a trail up the side of Cartman's neck, eventually lightly nipping at his earlobe as he moved his hand very slowly toward the boy's crotch.
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FUCK this was getting hard already… as was his dick. Eric tried incredibly hard to keep his focus on the game but… God, every time Kyle placed a little hot kiss on his neck it made him shudder, which made the remote jolt… which caused his character to stall. But despite all that, Eric was actually able to keep his eyes on the game before - HNNNG - the earlobe!
Kyle was fucking nipping on it and Eric could hear his hot breath – not just feel it! That in turn made Eric start to breathe quicker, and he quickly made his character run behind a barrel to avoid any monsters just in time to feel his Jew's hand make his way to his zipper.
Eric hissed, squinting his eyes to make sure his character was in a safe place before quickly turning to attack Kyle's deviant mouth. He brought the sneaky redhead in closer while keeping enough space in between them to allow him to continue what he started.
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Kyle laughed into Cartman's mouth before breaking the kiss. "No, that's not how this works," he said slyly, moving his hand, which had been centimeters from the other boy's fly, to gesture at the television. "You have to keep playing the game."
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Oh he did not just say that. "FUCK THAT SHIT!" Eric yelled down with his eyes flaring up. "You didn't include that in the first set of rules! You can't just keep tacking on things so that YOU can win!" He knew that he cheated but was too much of a sore loser to admit it. He gritted his teeth as his glazed over, hollow look focused on the screen.
"FINE! I'll keep playing! I can fucking do this, you Jewtease, YOU'LL SEE!" he essentially screamed, some of his brown hair falling in front of his face in random strings as he tensed considerably.
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So worked up already, Kyle thought, entirely amused by the whole situation.
"I believe I specified that the plan was to kill your character," Kyle said, planting a kiss on Cartman's jaw. "Hiding behind some barrels is totally cheating. I didn't add any rules."
His hand moved back to the brunet's pants, but teasingly passed over his crotch to slip under his shirt. His fingers lightly brushed the skin just above Cartman's jeans as he smiled playfully into his neck. "I think I'm winning without having to cheat, don't you?"
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Feeling Kyle's hand graze over his crotch to finger the hem of his jeans nearly made Eric drop the controller, but he just mumbled, "No, you're cheating alright." He then reluctantly moved his character out from the barrels right into a group of enemies. "Because I have to fight two battles and all YOU have to do sit there and be the little sassy sexy Jew Pri-ck you are!" He stopped himself from saying the P word, not wanting to get into an argument just as he started to haphazardly incinerate a group of Houdini Splicers.
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Oh, Kyle knew what was about to come out of Cartman's mouth – and he was rather impressed that the brunet was able to stop himself from spouting off his new favorite nickname. Smirking, Kyle dipped his fingers into the front of Cartman's jeans for a tiny moment before pulling out to undo the button and zipper.
"I'm surprised you're still alive; I was sure you'd be dead by now," he spoke softly against Cartman's neck, purposefully egging him on. His fingers brushed the hem of the larger boy's boxers. "You have a remarkable level of self control, despite all your complaining. Or maybe I just need to up my game. What do you think?"
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"God damn you… God damn you to hell…" Eric croaked as his eyes started to water at the corners from staring ahead so intently. He could feel Kyle's breath on his neck as his zipper slowly started to be pulled down and the thrill of it was making his insides SCREAM… but all the while he knew that he HAD to beat this, he HAD to. Eric nearly lost the chess game the other day and he couldn't give Kyle the impression that he could win so easily! So despite the fact that his body was telling him to QUIT THE GAME AND POUNCE ON THAT FUCKER, his mind struggled to regain control and he continued to play.
"I think you should shut the hell up and let me prove to you that I'm no fucking pushover…" he muttered through exasperated breaths, all the while yelling at himself internally, LIES. LIES. LIES. HIS HAND IS ON YOUR FUCKING BOXERS Oh God. Eric was actually happy he had a distraction to keep him from looking so fucking pathetic.
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"Oh, but if I shut up that would give you an unfair advantage," Kyle said smugly, his palm now pressed lightly against Cartman's stomach. "And you wouldn't prove anything that way."
He brought his other hand up behind Cartman's head to run his fingers through his soft brown hair. "Tell me… how badly do you want to throw that controller on the floor and attack me right now?"
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"Oh God…" Eric moaned as he leaned his head back into Kyle's hand… Taking deep breaths, the brunet bit his lower lip and tried to block out Kyle's sultry voice – but he was having a full on battle not only inside the game but inside his head as well. "Kyle… I want to not only throw the controller on the ground, but you as well."
He unleashed his pent up rage on a Big Daddy before continuing in his low tenor voice, "I want to grab your hips, pull your against me and DEVOUR your small little neck until it's DECORATED with angry red bite marks… I want to throw your shirt off and nip at those perky little nipples of yours while you BEG for me to jack you off again, but…" Eric laughed, stabbing the Big Daddy as he shifted his hazed eyes to his devious redhead. "I'm not going to do it because you're SUCH A LITTLE TEASE."
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"You always did have an over-active imagination," Kyle chuckled, absolutely loving the effect his little game was having. His hand slid back down to the hem of Cartman's boxers, fingers sliding just underneath the waistband. "But I don't think I'll be the one begging today."
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"What do you want, Kyle? What do you WANT!" Eric essentially screamed once he felt Kyle's hand dip underneath the hem of his boxers. "You want me to beg? Huh? Well FAT CHANCE!" He was trying to sound tough and intimidating but was honestly just coming across as desperate and laughably weak. "You're all high and mighty right now because I HAPPEN TO THINK you're the SEXIEST THING ALIVE but no, NOT TODAY." He leaned back into the sofa, seeing Kyle's devilish green eyes in his peripheral vision. "TODAY – I AM BEATING YOU. AND YOU'LL PAY FOR IT…"
He tilted his head down to pathetically keep his eyes on the game as he mumbled, "Oh ho ho, you'll pay…"
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"And how am I going to pay?" Kyle asked, barely able to contain himself he was having so much fucking fun with this. He pulled his hand away, placing it back in its starting position on Cartman's thigh.
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"FUCK!" Eric yelled as he bucked forward slightly and nearly crushed the controller in his hand. "Why are you doing this?" He sounded like he was on the verge of tears as his character entered a new room full of enemies. "Oh I know, you LOVE this, don't you?"
He sawed off the head of a Thuggish Splicer before growling, "You LOVE to see me SO FUCKING BENT OUT OF SHAPE over you." Still leaning into the couch, he swung his head back so that his hair was somewhat back in place. "You're MASSIVE EGO just LOVES TO BE STROKED because I FREAK OUT whenever I see those..." He shifted his eyes over to briefly take in Kyle's emerald orbs. "Uhhhh…" He moaned as he furrowed his brow in rage. "Fucking eyes of yours…"
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"Jesus, Cartman, I was just trying to have a little fun!" Kyle said, surprised at Cartman's increasing rage. Taking his hands off the brunet, he moved over to the other end of the couch. Then he slouched down and crossed his arms, glaring angrily at the TV. "There's no reason to be a dick about it. Just play your fucking game."
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"Wai…Wha? NO!" Eric exclaimed as he quickly threw the remote to the ground, a team of splicers pilling onto him immediately. "You… you've got it wrong I... I'm not angry!" He desperately moved over to his Jew and took his hand. "I mean… I'm just… I just don't take well to prolonged gratification… You're just so good at pressing my buttons! You know EXACTLY what to say to get me going and… I just couldn't take it anymore that's all…"
He leaned down to nuzzle against Kyle's chest. "I'm… I' m sorry for getting worked up. I'm pathetic I know… I've just been waiting for so long!" he pleaded, actually feeling like a jerk as he embarrassedly hid his face in Kyle's shirt.
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"Ugh, get up," Kyle said, awkwardly pushing Cartman off of him. "It's not that big of a deal…"
Once they were facing each other, Kyle wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know how to handle Cartman's sudden mood change, and felt guilty about snapping at him for not reciprocating his teasing advances. Especially since he had at first and Kyle basically told him not to.
"I just… thought you'd like it, that's all," he said after a moment, feeling a flush creep into cheeks. "You always play games with me and I just thought, I dunno, that I'd play too, I guess. Sorry."
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Eric started to breath freely again as a smile stretched across his face. "What are you talking about?" he cheered, reaching out to hold Kyle's shoulders. "I loved it!" He lowered his eyes slightly as he shook his head. "You're just not used to playing this game, are you?" He was almost positive that his Jew was still new to the whole… rage sex idea. "You don't stop when I get that way you KEEP GOING! You almost broke me down…" Blushing terribly as he realized what he just revealed. "….To want more! Teasing! That is…" He smiled sheepishly, hoping Kyle would buy that.
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"Oh… sorry," Kyle apologized again. "I guess I kind of… misunderstood the whole… yelling and telling me to shut up thing."
He felt stupid now that he knew Cartman was only baiting him… playing a mind game just like he was. Kyle thought he was legitimately mad at him for trying to distract him from the video game. He felt like such an idiot.
But there was time to fix it. He could come back from this; make it seem like this was all part of the plan. So, he composed himself and shot Cartman a sly grin. "I guess this means I won, though," he said. "You're dead. Who knew a Jew Princess tantrum would be what finally got to you… hmm?"
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Glancing at the television and then back at Kyle, Eric felt his arousal hit him again at full force as he stared longingly into his sassy Jew Princess' eyes. "Well well well, Kyle… it looks like you did win…"
But then he remembered what that would mean for HIM.
"Oh, um…" Eric shifted around nervously before reaching up to scratch the back of his head. "Congrats! So, what game are we going to do next?" He cracked an unconvincing smile, trying to divert the conversation from his 'loss'. "I've got Red Dead Redemption, Arkham Asylum, Grand Theft Auto-"
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"Really? You want to play video games still? After all that?" Kyle asked, feeling as though he'd failed completely. How could Cartman call him sexy and all of that crap and then just want to go back to playing with his stupid fucking Xbox? Fucking asshole made no fucking sense.
No, he wasn't going let that happen.
"I have a better idea," he said, quickly moving to push Cartman onto his back. He crawled on top of the boy, smirking down at him when he was comfortably straddling him. He could feel that Cartman was still hard – so the Xbox thing must have been a ruse. Good.
Feeling as though he had some power back, he rocked his hips against the other boy's. Then, as he slid his hands up Cartman's chest, he bent down so that his lips hovered just above the brunet's. "What are you afraid of?" he breathed. "I thought I was supposed to be the unsure one."
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Eric didn't expect this. Oh he didn't expect this at all! Kyle was the one calling him scared now? Where did things go wrong? Or wait… Eric thought for a second. Kyle was climbing onto him, looking at him as though he wanted to eat him alive, practically egging him on to progress further...
When did things get so incredibly right?
Smiling intently up at Kyle's frisky expression, he leaned in to hum against his lips. "Oh, I don't know Kyle! Why am I so afraid?" He brought his hands down to stroke Kyle's hips.
"I guess everything seemed so perfect for me and all of a sudden you're winning the games now!" he complimented, intentionally stroking Kyle's ego as he rode into the smirking Jew. "I guess everything backfired and…" His expression turned malicious as he snuck his hand around to stroke his thumb alongside the length of the bulge in Kyle's pants. "I'm just going to have to try harder."
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Kyle closed the small space between their lips with a hungry kiss, bucking his hips into Cartman's touch. "Yeah, try harder," he said as he pulled away, now looking directly into those mischievous brown eyes. "It would get boring if you always just let me win."
Smiling, he bent down again to resume their kiss, carefully biting at Cartman's lower lip.
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Good Jew, Eric thought as he grinned into the kiss, not wasting a second before walking his fingers up to the button of Kyle's jeans to hastily pop it open. He brought down the zipper in one fast tug as he gently broke the kiss to bring his head up to Kyle's ear. "Bring yourself closer into my waist, I wanna try something." He let out chuckle, still working to free Kyle's growing erection.
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Kyle unthinkingly did as he was told, scooting up just a bit although he was unsure about what Cartman was thinking. But, fuck it, what mattered right now was that both of their flies were open and he liked the way Cartman was looking at him.
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"Good, good Jew…" Eric praised as he grasped onto what he was looking for, giving it a teasing squeeze before he brought it out into the open. "Now…I think…" He released Kyle's cock to grab at his own boxers, coaxing out his own pulsing arousal while flicking Kyle's earlobe with his tongue. "It's about time that we…hm." He paused with a laugh, using his other hand to grab Kyle's collar to bring him in even closer to his face. "Both share a victory."
Locking lips in a firm kiss with his heated redhead, Eric quickly tugged Kyle's dick closer to his own as he wrapped his meaty hand around both of their throbbing erections.
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Kyle released a strangled moan into Cartman's mouth, not at all expecting him to do what he just did. He fisted the fabric of Cartman's shirt, bracing himself as a wave of pleasure ran through him. Oh God, they're… touching… Oh God, oh God. He thrust into the brunet's hand, reveling in the feeling of rubbing against his hand and his dick – oh Jesus Christ.
He broke the kiss, daring to look down. He couldn't help but noticed that Cartman's dick was thicker than his, which caused him to blush even more. Reclaiming the other boy's lips as he let out another moan, he decided that this was much, much better than Xbox.
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"Yeah keep moving like that, Kyle…" Eric hummed against Kyle's moaning mouth as he stirred the fire igniting his overwhelmed Jew. Beginning to stroke their erections simultaneously, the brunet relaxed considerably as he focused all of his attention on their rubbing cocks. The pulsing veins lining their shafts were actually touching each other, beating against each other as their pulses synchronized perfectly due to the rhythm Eric was establishing. He noticed Kyle was absolutely gone by that point and he could probably say or do anything because – he smirked – he had him in the palm of his hand.
"You feel that?" Eric nudged, feeling a bit of Kyle's slick precum drip down onto his own dick as he thumbed their heads. "I bet you've never felt anything that good in your whole life, have you Kyle?"
He nuzzled into Kyle's flustered face as he growled, "I'm the only one who could make you feel this way, aren't I?"
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"God, yes," Kyle moaned, his head dropping onto Cartman's shoulder. His whole body was shaking and he began planting desperate kisses on the brunet's neck. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but he didn't want to let Cartman win by coming first. His bucking hips were betraying him, though – his body seemed to have taken on a mind of its own, emboldened by Cartman's encouragement. Can't – finish. Not now not yet not yet not yet.
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"Look at how good you're being, Jew!" Eric teased, his palm slicked with precum. "You're giving more than enough lubricant to make this whole experience terribly arousing."
He bit onto Kyle's earlobe. "By the way it's twitching against me, I think you're almost ready aren't you?" he coaxed, desperately wanting Kyle to release before him. "You don't have to worry, Kyle… it's okay, I'll help." He suddenly moved his head to bite down on Kyle's neck, increasing the speed of his pumps as he felt his own precum leak out.
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Kyle groaned and arched his back. "Don't… fucking… patronize me," he panted, digging his fingers into Cartman's chest as hard as he could. Fuck that asshole, telling him he was being good, like he was a fucking dog. But – God damn it – this feels so incredible.
Much to his dismay – and his body's relief – it only took a few more strokes for him to release onto Cartman's shirt. He shuddered and used the brunet's shoulder to muffle the strangled cry that escaped him.
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Feeling Kyle release against his dick caused Eric to approach his own climax as he hungrily brought his Jew in closer to his chest.
"Oh don't bust a nut," Eric joked, laughing while at the same time seething at how deliciously painful Kyle's fingers felt digging into his chest. "I'm coming right behind you Jewface." He pressed his mouth against Kyle's as he moaned his release and scrunched up his brow, feeling his spend shoot down onto the same places Kyle's landed.
Then as soon as it started, it unfortunately ended, and the next thing Eric knew he was breathing heavily against Kyle's blushing face as he took in what the fuck just happened.
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Kyle sighed and kissed Cartman once before turning to bury his face in the larger boy's shoulder. "… Fuck," he mumbled into the fabric of Cartman's shirt. "What the fuck."
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Eric didn't want to let Kyle get away so easily, so putting on a weak but content smile, he brought up a hand to gently cup the Jew's cheek. Bringing his head up slightly so that he could look into his eyes, he said, "You're amazing, you know that?" He shook his head, his smile becoming a tad brighter as he leaned forward to press their foreheads together. "Nothing has ever looked so appealing to me as your precious face when you realized that our dicks were actually touching." He started to laugh, sealing the space in between their faces by initiating a rather passionate kiss.
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Blushing profusely, Kyle returned the kiss, intertwining his tongue with Cartman's. God, the way Cartman kissed him – like it was a matter of life or death – was enough to get him going all over again. He hummed into the brunet's mouth, hands moving to thread through his hair.
But after a minute, he forced himself to pull away. "You should… um, clean up," he suggested, quickly glancing down at Cartman's shirt before tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants.
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"Or…" Eric dared to bring one of his hands up to gather a streak of both of their cum onto his finger, carrying it up to his mouth to lick it off before grabbing Kyle's shirt to bring him back closer into him. "You could…" He then forcefully kissed Kyle to smear their cum onto his resistant tongue.
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"Ugh sick!" Kyle spluttered as he pulled away. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He roughly pushed himself off of Cartman and stood up, glaring down at the boy. "Clean up however you want," he said somewhat mockingly. "But don't bring me into it!"
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"What, you didn't taste yourself and how sweet you are?" Eric inadvertently complimented, as he daring to take another swab off his shirt.
"Come on, try again," he insisted, teasingly bringing his finger up to Kyle's face. "It'll be a bonding experience… come on." He was only trying to sugarcoat his desire to have Kyle lick his own cum off his finger. He did have a thing for… new foods…
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"You're so fucking disgusting it isn't even funny," Kyle said irritably as he shoved Cartman's offending hand away from him. "Seriously, stop it or I'll kill you. This isn't funny, it's gross."
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"Why the hate?" Eric asked as he brought his hand back down, giving Kyle an incredulous look. "It's not like this is all my cum…" Then a devilish idea came to mind and he tried to mask a wicked smile. "Besides! It's not like you're man enough to do it anyway."
"Such a Jew Princess… acting like a sissy brat about a little protein," he scoffed, playing with the glob in between his fingers.
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"I'm not acting like a brat!" Kyle said, though he knew he was. "It's not what it is, it's how you're acting about it! Saying gross shit like you're so funny. And dude, you forced me to taste it to begin with, no warning or anything. Not cool. So I'm not doing it now."
"Maybe next time," he added, watching with distaste written all over his face as Cartman essentially played with the glob of cum. "If you don't act like such a twelve year old about it."
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Eric narrowed his eyes as he wiped off his hand on his already messed up shirt. "Yeah yeah, a twelve year old." He shifted around on the couch as he brought his shirt over his head. "I'm pretty sure a twelve year old wouldn't know how to do the things I do to… you know, get you off." He crumpled the messed up shirt up in a ball to throw it across the room.
"Come back, Jew, there's no more 'gross' cum to scare you now," he teased, invitingly lying back on the couch with his bare torso, not even caring that his fly was still undone.
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"… You're such an asshole," Kyle said, walking back to the couch to join Cartman. Once he was settled in, he tilted his chin up to look at the other boy. "I'm just saying… don't make me do shit without giving me an option to say no. That's all. Even something as stupid as that. And I know it's stupid... sorry I freaked out. It just surprised me. And... yeah, kinda grossed me out too."
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That sentence really got to Eric for some reason, seeing how serious Kyle seemed when he requested that Eric not 'make him do shit without giving him an option to say no'. He couldn't count the number of fantasies he had about doing things to Kyle without his consent. So to hear Kyle say that to him, as though he would listen, as though he – dare he think it – trusted him? It actually caused him to chill out significantly, and it forced him to reflect upon what he was really doing here. With the plan he had to sneak to NYU, his plan to… get Kyle to…
He bit his lower lip… to get Kyle to do what?
Protectively bringing his precious Jew closer to him, Eric nuzzled against him longingly as his attitude did a one-eighty. "I understand, Kyle," he assured, closing his eyes for a moment. "I promise, from now on, if you don't like what I'm doing please –" He opened his eyes to stare at Kyle. "Tell me to stop."
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"Oh I plan on it," Kyle said, smiling now that Cartman was apparently over the whole… cum thing. "Let's just hope you don't do anything I don't like."
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"Well…" Eric gained back some of his feistiness as he nipped at his Jew's cheek. "I do have other ideas in mind…" he quipped, gazing at Kyle with his mischievous mahogany eyes. "So try to not be a stuck up prude about them."
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"I'll give it my best shot," Kyle replied half-heartedly, trying to stifle a yawn.
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"Jesus Christ, Kyle… you really can't survive after one go?" Eric teased, reaching up to grab the blanket off the back of the couch to cover both of them. "Jews have no stamina, let me tell you…" He playfully pecked Kyle's temple before snuggling into the cushions below, his arms still wrapped around his Jew.
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"Shut up," Kyle mumbled sleepily into Cartman's chest. "S'not my fault you're so comfortable."
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Feeling his nerves tingling at how cute Kyle was – so vulnerable and tired as he dozed off on his chest – Eric waited a couple of minutes before poking at the sleeping Jew to make sure he was really asleep.
"Dear God I really do love you, don't I?" he whispered.
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A/N: Hahahaha, a nice break from the drama, amirite? :D