A/N: I had to go through each chapter to figure it out, but this should be Saturday. Thank goodness. I was afraid I had messed up the days. But no, I got it just right. No school for them~ Whoo~
Warnings: The usual.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
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PimpedOutGreenEars: Mmhm. I thought that it was about time to please some of my Kyman fans.
Alcorion: o.o Oooh. Well, I would definitely say this was one then.
Angelic Guardian: Ah, I'm off from school because of snow days, so don't get used to the updating. xD And I love making Kenny blunt. He just seems that way to me.
xEmerald Isle: I hope this was fast enough~
MonkeysUncle: First off, thank you. I was worried that it didn't turn out good. Second off, I...did not even consider that. o.o That'd be so hot. Wonder if I can work that in here...probably. Thirdly, I thought it was about time~ Yes, oh la la~
Thank all of you for the reviews.
"Get off, Bitch!"
Eric pushed Wendy's hands away, annoyed. It was a Saturday night, and Eric just wanted some piece and quiet-and some action. Between Butters, who wore those damn short shorts all of the time and had passed out before he could give Eric a blow job, Kenny, who kept making jokes about giving blow jobs, and Kyle, who had ran off after they had just kissed, Eric was getting pretty sexually frustrated. He had invited Wendy over, his girlfriend, but even she didn't seem to want to have sex with him; instead of running her hands all over his hot body, she was running her hands over his hair, trying to "style" it.
"Eric," She was pouting. Most boys would find it cute that their girlfriend was pouting, but it just got on Eric's nerves. Pouting didn't suit her looks; it suited someone more like Butters or Kyle. "Don't call me that!" Her voice took on the shrill tone it took when she was angry. Not for the first time, Eric had to wonder why he stayed with her.
'Oh yeah. Her tits are great.'
They weren't as great as Bebe's-Bebe had the best boobs in town-and her ass wasn't as good as Butters' was, but all in all, she was a babe.
"You aren't messing with mah hair!" He was getting more and more irritable; his accent was coming out more so than it usually did. "Now go get in the kitchen and make me somethin' to eat!"
She stood up from her seat on the couch. They had been watching television together before she had decided that she didn't like the way Eric's hair looked and that she should change it.
Eric scowled. Here it came. They got into fights often. They both had tempers, so it was no surprise. She would probably storm out, but she'd be back by tomorrow. She'd tell him that she forgave him because she was too stuck up to admit that it was her own fault.
'Whateva. Bitch shouldn't try to change me.'
Wendy was screaming at him, he knew. He wasn't listening to her, not feeling like fighting back for once-not until he caught something she said to him.
"HEY! I am not fat! I'm big boned!" This time it was his turn to stand up from the couch. "Get out of mah house, bitch!"
She gave him one last glare before she did what she was told for once. She turned away from him, huffed, and stormed out.
"About time."
He had muttered it to himself, but it didn't help the fact that he was as frustrated as ever. He was about to go to his room when the doorbell ran. He knew that it wouldn't be Wendy back; she wouldn't come back so soon after a fight. Butters was probably grounded for being out so late before; he hadn't been at school Friday, and Eric was slightly worried that his father had beat him or something. Stan wouldn't have a reason to come see him, and Kyle probably wouldn't talk to him for a week. That meant that it was probably either a guy there to see his mom, who wasn't even home, or Kenny.
When Eric opened the door, he saw he had been right; Kenny stood there, a grin on his face. He didn't wait to be invited in. He pushed past Cartman and went into the house. Eric rolled his eyes at his friend's rudeness, but otherwise didn't say anything. It'd been house since he had last saw the blond because when they had went to pick up a pizza when they had decided to ditch school, there was a freak accident with one of the ovens in the restaurant, and Kenny had died.
He watched as the blond plopped down on his couch, as if he was in his own home.
'He DOES come over enough..'
"Kenneh," Eric sat down on the couch by his friend. "What are you doin' here, you poor piece of crap? Shouldn't you be out with your family collecting bottles on the side of the road or something?"
Kenny rolled his eyes; it was a habit that he had probably picked up from spending so much time with Eric. Before he said anything, he placed his hand on the larger boy's knee. It was time for him to make his move; Butters and Kyle had already had their turns.
"About that blow job business.."
Eric pushed Kenny's hand away, still frustrated from earlier. He wasn't in the mood to put up with a cock tease.
"Stop with the blow job jokes, Kenneh. If you don't, I'll rape your ass."
Kenny smirked, causing goose bumps to creep up on Eric's skin; that was never a good sign. The blond placed his hand back on his friend's knee.
"What if I'm not joking?"
He gave the knee a squeeze before letting it go. Eric thought that Kenny was done touching him, but the blue eyed both surprised him; the blond climbed into Eric's lap. He sat so Eric's body was between his two long, skinny legs. This wasn't unusual; like Butters, Kenny was touchy when they were alone. What was unusual for Eric was the fact that Kenny was pressing his crotch against the brunette's.
"Kenneh...what the fuck are you doing?"
It wasn't like Eric was complaining; he was sexually frustrated. Kenny wasn't hard to look at; if he had more meat on his bones, he'd be more attractive, but other wise, he was one of the hottest boys in the school-and he knew it. The only reason he didn't have a girlfriend was because he was a whore.
"I said I wasn't joking, Tubby. You just didn't believe it."
Eric growled at the name, but it was silenced when Kenny pressed his lips against his. Kenny's hands had been clutching at his shirt earlier, but now his arms were wrapping around Eric's neck, the blonde's fingers tangling in brown hair.
'Fuck it.'
They were still kissing, this time deeper than before, when Eric wrapped his arms around Kenny's thin frame. He pressed the two closer, enjoying the contact, when he let his hands slide down to Kenny's ass. He squeezed at it, enjoying the way it felt in his hands.
Eric decided to take it one step further when he stood up, though. He still had his hands firmly on Kenny's ass, so the blond didn't fall, and the McCormick boy wrapped his legs around his friend's waist.
Kenny had his eyes closed, but he opened them again when he felt his back hit something soft. Eric had carried him to his room and placed him on his bed. The brunet was still on top of him, cupping Kenny's face in his hands and still trying to deepen the kiss, when the blond pushed at his chest. It took a moment for the Cartman boy to realize that Kenny wanted him to pull back, but when he did he broke the kiss, a growl escaping him.
"Dammit, Kenneh! Stop being a cock tease!"
Kenny rolled his eyes again. Cartman had forgotten his promise of a blow job, it seemed.
"Lay back against the headboard, fat ass."
Eric narrowed his eyes for a moment, trying to decide whether or not he should trust his friend. Deciding that it was safe, the brunet leaned back against the headboard, never taking his eyes off of the blond in front of him.
Kenny moved between Eric's legs. It didn't take long for him to get Eric's cock out of his jeans. Kenny eyed it, trying to memorize what it looked like, in case he never got to see it again. He licked that the tip of the member in his hands, deciding whether or not he liked the way it tasted; he did. He lapped at the pre-cum coming out of it before taking the whole tip of it into his mouth, sucking on it. He could hear Eric making grunting sounds above him and it spurred him on more; he took more of his friend's cock into his mouth.
Kenny grew more adventerous, rubbing at what he couldn't swallow with one hand while massaging his friends balls with the other. It didn't take long for Eric to cum; he didn't warn Kenny-the blond wouldn't stop sucking anyway, so it didn't really matter-and the blond swallowed it all.
"Dammit..Kenny.."
The brunet was tired, Kenny could tell. He climbed on top of his friend, cupping his face in his hands, and kissing him. He liked being on top of Eric, but it didn't last long; the brunet flipped them over. Impatiently-Kenny thought that the brunet probably wanted to hurry so he could go to sleep-the brunet pulled Kenny's clothes off.
Cartman's eyes ran over Kenny's thin, naked frame. The blonde's ribs were poking out slightly, and Eric ran his fingers over them.
"Kenneh.."
Whatever Eric was going to say, he didn't finish. Instead, he leaned his head down, kissing the willing blond below him. One of his hands were cupping Kenny's face while the other one was rubbing the boy's thigh. Kenny wrapped his arms around Eric's neck like they had been earlier, and Eric's hand that was rubbing Kenny's thigh wrapped itself around the blonde's cock.
Eric didn't break from the kiss. He watched Kenny's face as the boy came on his hand. He looked down at it, a frown on his face. He moved off of his friend and wiped his hand off with a tissue, having a box of them by his bed. He had learned that that would be a good idea after the last time Butters was at his house.
"Sick, Kenneh! That's a bad Kenneh!"
Kenny rolled his eyes again. He was tired though, so he rolled onto his side and curled up by Eric's side. It wasn't long before the blond was asleep.
Eric looked down at his friend. He was as exhausted as Kenny was, but he wanted to take a shower first. Standing up, he decided that he would shower first, take a nap, then get online.
Kyle sat in front of his computer again. He had been thinking about what to do with Eric all day. Finally, after hours of pondering it, he had decided what he'd do. He knew that Eric was probably royally pissed, so it'd take a lot for the boy to forgive him. He hoped that what he was about to do would be enough.
He sighed nervously before turning on the computer in front of him. Without pausing-he was afraid that if he stopped to think about what he was about to do, he would chicken out-he logged in online. He was lucky; Cartman was online at the moment too. Without stopping to think, he opened the IM to message his friend.
KyleBroflovski123: Hey fat-ass. Turn on your web cam.
There was a pause before the IM he was using said TheDawg is typing... Kyle chewed on his lip while he waited for a reply. He knew that Butters was online, so Eric was probably talking to the boy too.
The Dawg: Hello to you too, Kyle.
Kyle sighed yet again and stopped biting his lip, grateful that his friend hadn't ignored his message.
KyleBroflovski123: Dammit, Cartman. Just turn it on, okay?
TheDawg: Alright, alright. Always with the sand in your vagina, Kyle. You really should get Stan to help you get that out. Hold on.
There was a pause in the conversation while Eric sat his own web camera up; Kyle's had already been on. Kyle could see the boy sitting in his chair. Eric's hair was messed up and looked wet, as if he had just came from a shower. He was dressed in a plain white shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants.
'Maybe he's been out running..'
It wasn't uncommon for Cartman to go out exercising. He was on the foot ball team; he did have to keep in shape.
TheDawg: Now what, Kyle?
Kyle took another shaky breath, wondering if Eric could tell how nervous he was.
KyleBroflovski123: I want to make today up to you.
He could see Cartman raise an eyebrow in interest.
TheDawg: Oh really? How's that?
Kyle stared down at his screen. Did he really want to do this? He did.
KyleBroflovski123: Just watch, okay?
TheDawg: Oh? Are you going to give me a strip show or something, Kyle?
Eric wasn't being serious-he didn't think Kyle would do something like that-but the redhead didn't reply back, so he decided to just wait and see what the Jew was up to.
'Probably something sneaky.'
After a while though, Kyle still hadn't done anything; Eric was getting impatient.
TheDawg: I'm WAITING, Kyle.
Kyle was shaking, but he ignored it.
'Better not chicken out now. He might kick my ass if I do. I might kick my ass if I do.'
He reached up-even his hands were shaking-and tugged the hat he was wearing off of his head. Like the night before when they had been using IM to talk, Kyle had his pajamas on. He ran his fingers through his red curls, tugging on them lightly, before he moved his hands to his pajama top. Because his fingers wouldn't stop shaking, it took him a while, but he finally got his first button unbuttoned, allowing his collar bone and the pale skin beneath it to show.
Kyle looked up to make sure Eric was paying attention; the brunet wasn't taking his eyes off of him.
'Good. Maybe he's ignoring Butters in the process.'
Kyle let his hand slip into his shirt. He ran it over the top part of his chest, but stopped when he realized that Cartman couldn't actually see where it was going because the fabric of his pajamas were still in the way. He withdrew it from his shirt, this time running it over his neck instead. He could feel the skin there heating up from his own touch; he was getting turned on, and he knew that his face had to be red. The bottoms to his pajamas would do nothing to hide his erection and it would be a miracle if Cartman hadn't noticed it.
'Maybe he hasn't yet..'
Eric hadn't taken his eyes off of Kyle's hand, so maybe the brunet hadn't noticed the tent Kyle's pajamas were sporting yet. Just one glance down though would be all it'd take to notice...
Kyle's face got redder at the thought, and he stopped rubbing his own neck. Instead, he began to unbutton the rest of his pajama shirt, not stopping until it was all the way unbuttoned. Not looking at the camera-he was afraid that if he looked into Eric's hazel eyes, he really would chicken out-he slide the top off of him.
Kyle crossed his arms over his own chest for a moment, just rubbing his arms. Finally though, he loosened up and uncrossed him. He nibbled on his lower lip for a minute, trying to decide what to do. Finally, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them again, he ran one of his hands over his slim stomach, dipping one of his fingers into his navel as it went.
Was Cartman still watching this? Was he laughing at him for being so embarrassed? For not knowing what to do with himself? Kyle didn't look up to see. Instead, he ran his free hand-the other one was still rubbing his stomach-across his chest, making sure to rub it over his nipples as he went.
'I must look like an idiot, sitting here doing this. I bet Cartman's laughing his fat ass off.'
Finally deciding to be brave, Kyle looked up at Eric. He wasn't laughing; he was staring at Kyle like he had never seen him before. There was something else there though, something written on his face; lust. Kyle took another shaky breath, this time not breaking his eye contact with Cartman, while allowing the hand rubbing across his stomach to sink a little lower. He was about to slip it into his pajama bottoms when he noticed something moving around behind Cartman-in his bed.
The something-or someone-was blond and at first Kyle thought that it was Butters. He quickly realized it was Kenny though, when he saw how long the blond hair was. It was too long to be Butters', too short to be Bebe's. Besides, the body was incredibly scrawny; Kyle didn't know anyone that skinny besides Kenny.
Cartman, noticing how wide Kyle's eyes were, turned to see what the boy was staring at. Kyle could see him mouth something that looked like "shit", but he didn't stop to ask him; the redhead quickly signed off while the brunet was distracted by the naked person in his bed. He turned off his computer.
Had Kenny beat him? Kyle doubted that the blond had got Eric Cartman to date him.
'Either way, Cartman's an asshole, and I'm not forgiving him for letting me do that after he slept with Kenny.'
Kyle crawled in bed, sighing. He held his pillow to his chest. He didn't want to cry, especially not for the second time that week, but he couldn't fight off the tears when they came.
A/N: Ah, part of the idea for this chapter came from MonkeysUncle. Thank you~
Ah, anyway. I realize now that I don't like writing Wendy, which is probably why she hasn't been in this more often.
Anyway, thank all of you for the reviews. My original goal for this story was to get to twenty. NOW look at it. But it's not over yet. I never thought I'd get this many. You guys make me happy. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.