AUTHOR'S WARNING: It's the moment you've all been waiting for. This is an explicit chapter. Please, children, stay away. :D If you are uncomfortable with two boys getting it on, then I have no idea why you've been reading this story in the first place. You all have been forewarned. Please enjoy my sad attempts at trying to make this scene seem sexy.

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Hate – 20

"Hurry up, I'm tired!" Kyle called from underneath the covers.

"Don't get your panties in a twist." Cartman turned off the light, crawling into bed next to Kyle.

Kyle was nowhere near drunk, nor was he very tipsy. However, Kyle blamed the alcohol for giving him liquid courage. He was also feeling rather confident after their intimate moment on the couch. He scooted against Cartman, throwing his arm around him and letting his legs brush up against his.

"I'm cold," he explained.

Cartman grunted. "Of course you are. There's nothing to you." Cartman shifted, and somehow both boys ended up in each other's arms, wrapped up tightly against one another.

It was hard for Kyle to breathe, and he was pretty sure his face was on fire, but this moment was the happiest moment in his life. He felt protected, and warm, and comfortable; so many perfect things from this one moment. Cartman smelled amazing. He felt amazing. In fact, the whole situation itself was amazing.

He sighed softly against Cartman's neck, and the other boy shivered. Kyle caught his breath, licking his lips.

The air suddenly felt tense. Cartman's hand, which was resting on Kyle's back, hesitantly twitched, then started to rub gently. Kyle made a soft encouraging sound in the back of his throat, arching his back. He curled his fingers into the back of Cartman's shirt. For some reason, Kyle's heart was pounding erratically in his chest. Cartman's hand kept massaging slowly. There was complete silence. At first, it stayed up between his shoulder blades, but gradually it was making its way down Kyle's back. By the time Cartman made his way to his lower back, Kyle's head was reeling. What the fuck is wrong with me? He's just rubbing my back. He's just rubbing my back. He's just rubbing my back.

Cartman's hand paused on Kyle's lower back for a bit before hesitantly sliding up to his waist. His hand slid forward, his fingers exploring this new area. Kyle squirmed a bit, the area slightly ticklish. Cartman's fingers froze for a moment before continuing their examination.

"Y-you're so small," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Kyle said nothing, focusing all of his efforts on keeping his breathing as regular as possible. He shifted, moving their chests slightly apart.

Cartman took the invitation. He slid his hand further forward, teasing at Kyle's ribs. Kyle squirmed again, his breath hitching in his throat. Cartman slowly made his way up Kyle's chest, but then paused. Kyle held his breath, gripping onto Cartman tighter.

Please.

Slowly, Cartman's thumb brushed over Kyle's shirt, rubbing it over his nipple. Kyle let out a quiet hiss, his body shivering. It was now much more difficult to control his breathing, and he panted softly against Cartman's neck as the other boy kept stroking his nipple.

Unexpectedly, Cartman's hand was roaming back down. Kyle's breath hitched. Cartman slid his hand underneath Kyle's shirt and back up, returning to his nipple. Oh god. Kyle shuddered, arching his back. The back of his throat made a strangled, desperate sound. Cartman pinched it gently, resulting in another needy groan from Kyle.

Cartman growled deep in his throat. The sound was predatory and masculine. Something in Kyle snapped. The sexual tension was too much. He needed Cartman, and he needed him now. He leaned forward and nipped at Cartman's throat aggressively, evoking another growl from Cartman. Cartman leaned down, nudging Kyle's face with his own, and suddenly they were kissing.

It felt hot, wet, desperate, and greedy. Cartman slid his tongue past Kyle's lips, eliciting a groan from the smaller boy. Cartman explored Kyle's mouth and Kyle's tongue teased Cartman's with his own. Kyle's fingers gently brushed the back of Cartman's neck, causing the other boy to shiver.

Suddenly, Cartman grabbed Kyle's shirt, and they pulled away from their kiss long enough for Cartman to tug it over Kyle's head. The shirt was thrown somewhere. Kyle started tugging at Cartman's shirt, but the other boy abruptly pulled away.

"No," he gasped hoarsely. Kyle blinked, looking at Cartman for the first time. His face was just as flushed as his own, his hair sticking up messily. He looked a bit panicked.

"Why not?" Kyle panted.

"I…" Kyle didn't think it was possible, but Cartman flushed even redder. Kyle read his expression immediately. He was embarrassed. "I… I'm not like you," he finished.

Kyle frowned, feeling the familiar anger rising in his chest. "What? Not gay?"

"No! No, that's not what I… I mean… I'm…n- not so…" Cartman struggled for the right word, his face betraying his uncertainty.

"Not so what?" Kyle urged, his anger gone as fast as it came.

"I'm… not as… bea-… good looking as you."

Kyle stared at him. "You… think I'm beautiful?"

Cartman blanched, looking away. "O-of course not, y-you stupid Jew, I…-"

Kyle cut him off. He reached up with his hand, cupping his cheek in his palm, and covered his reply with another kiss. Cartman hesitated before resting his hand on his hip. Kyle pulled away, looking back at Cartman.

It was hard for Kyle too. They didn't often speak of their feelings, especially if it related to the other. Even so, he plunged forward.

"I think you're hot Cartman," he stated, his stomach twisting nervously. Cartman stared at him, wide-eyed. "In English class last year, when you sat closer to the front? I stared at you. All the time. You're fucking hot. And since we've become closer? I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about that dance… you grinding up against me. That was the hottest thing in the world. I… You're amazing. I want you. I want ALL of you. I want this."

Kyle didn't think it was possible to feel so embarrassed. He was completely going out on a limb. If Cartman rejected him, he was certain that he'd die from shame. Admitting something like that in the past would give Cartman leverage, and Cartman ALWAYS used leverage to get what he wanted. If he could exploit you in any way, he'd do it. But Kyle had faith that Cartman had changed. The last four weeks had proven to Kyle that both boys had changed drastically since then.

"You're… gay for me?"

Kyle stared at him, a twinge of anger flickering in his chest. "Goddamnit, Fatass, why do you have to be so fucking insensi-!" Now it was Cartman's time to shut Kyle up with his mouth. Kyle quieted, his eyes closing as they deepened their kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other before pulling away again.

"Kyle, I don't know how I feel about all this." Cartman's voice was unusually quiet. "I… I've never thought about another guy before, so… I don't know if I'm gay or not. Girls have always pissed me off, so… I guess it makes sense, but… I… I don't know." Kyle swallowed, nodding. "But… I do know this." Cartman took a deep breath, obviously gathering courage for what he was about to say. "I… I think you're hot too. Maybe that makes me gay, or something, but… that night? I almost lost it. You rubbing up against me like that, and then saying 'I didn't tell you to stop'? I almost lost my load right then. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

"Me neither," Kyle muttered.

"But… I like spending time with you," he continued.

They locked eyes.

"I… don't want to fuck this up," Cartman admitted.

Kyle smiled. "We won't."

Cartman smirked. "But it's us."

Kyle chuckled. "I know. But somehow… this feels right. Can I take off your fucking shirt now?"

Cartman growled playfully, leaning forward and nipping his ear. He became serious almost immediately. "Don't laugh."

"There will be no reason to laugh, Cartman." He arched his hips forward, pressing his erection against Cartman's hip. Cartman gasped. "I'm hard for you," Kyle breathed against his ear. Cartman shivered violently. Kyle rolled them both so that Cartman was on his back and Kyle was perched on top. Kyle slid his hands down the front of Cartman's shirt slowly. "I need you." He pulled Cartman's shirt up, and lifted it over his head. He tossed it into the darkness. He pressed their chests together, snuggling his face back next to Cartman's ear. "I'm going to look at you now."

Cartman gulped loudly. "Where the fuck did you learn all of this Jew?"

Kyle licked his ear. "What do you think the internet is for?"

He pulled away, sitting up and looking down at Cartman. Kyle didn't know why Cartman was so ashamed of his body. He had thinned out drastically compared to how heavy he was when they were little. He was still a bit pudgy, but Kyle didn't find it unappealing. He lifted his eyes to look back at Cartman's face.

Kyle reached down and stroked Cartman's nipple with his thumb. Cartman shivered.

"Cartman?"

"W-what?"

"I… I really want to do something."

"What?"

Kyle kept staring at him. Cartman blinked, confused. Kyle didn't answer; instead, he leaned down and licked Cartman's nipple. Cartman gasped. Kyle nipped and sucked, sliding his hands down Cartman's stomach and to the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, he trailed small kisses down Cartman's chest, ribs, and stomach. Cartman's breathing became more labored.

"K-Kahl? W-w-what are you…"

Kyle slid his hands to either side of Cartman's hips, rubbing them down to Cartman's thighs. He gently parted Cartman's legs, letting his thumbs trail up his inner thighs. He nuzzled his nose against the front of Cartman's boxers, inhaling deeply.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Cartman hissed, his body tensing up.

Kyle made a soft guttural sound, feeling insanely aroused by Cartman's scent. He licked Cartman experimentally through his boxers, and Cartman twitched. He did it again, this time more confidently.

Kyle wasn't known to be overly patient, and this case was no exception. He shifted, reaching inside Cartman's boxers and pulling him out.

"Holy shit. You're fucking huge."

He could practically feel Cartman puff with pride. "Well, I suppose I never really thought about it," he said as casually as he could.

Kyle snorted. "Please."

"Please as in please may you suck my balls, Kahl?"

Kyle growled. "No, I wasn't asking." He licked the tip carefully, causing Cartman to tense up again. "You're really hard…" he exhaled. Kyle took the tip in his mouth, sucking slightly. Well, this is the most awkward thing I've ever done. He had often fantasized about giving someone a blow job, but he never imagined it would be this difficult. He had no clue how he would ever be able to fit Cartman in his mouth. Also, it was tricky to suck and slide at the same time. Even so, he was determined. He wrapped his hand around the base, and moved his hand in time with his mouth. That worked. Cartman groaned softly.

"Kyle… fuck…"

Kyle kept going, moving a bit faster and squeezing a bit harder. Cartman's fingers ran through Kyle's hair before gripping it firmly in his hand. Suddenly, Cartman jerked up. Kyle choked a bit, pulling slightly away to recover.

"Sorry," Cartman muttered.

Kyle didn't answer. He started up again, this time pushing Cartman's hip down with his other hand, keeping it there. He experimentally took more into his mouth, and luckily didn't choke again. After a few moments, Cartman made a strangled sound.

"K-Kyle, KyleKyleKyle Jew, I'm… I'm gonna…"

Kyle squeezed harder, sucking faster. Cartman gasped, grunted, and then came into Kyle's mouth. Although he had been warned, it surprised Kyle at first. However, he was able to recover quickly, swallowing Cartman's seed quickly and hungrily.

He licked Cartman clean after Cartman was finished. Cartman hissed at him, now hyper-sensitive. Kyle laid his cheek on Cartman's hip, his jaw slightly sore and his own arousal straining against his boxers. They lay in silence for a bit while Cartman recovered. It didn't take too long.

"Come here, Jew."

Kyle glanced up at Cartman, and then crawled up his body. Cartman sat up. Kyle perched in his lap, studying Cartman. There was an assertive look in his eye. Kyle swallowed. He knew that look.

"Take off your boxers."

Kyle shivered, barely containing his excitement. He licked his lips. He slowly slid his boxers off, his erection popping out. His cheeks flushed.

Cartman's eyes wandered down Kyle's body, then back up. Kyle shuddered, panting slightly. Cartman wrapped his arms around Kyle's waist, pulling him closer. He slid his hands down Kyle's back, and then over his ass.

Kyle gasped as Cartman gripped his ass roughly. He let it go, trailing his fingers softly over it, exploring it gently. Kyle clung onto Cartman, moaning into his neck. Cartman reached over to his nightstand, clumsily opening up the top drawer and fishing around. Kyle took the opportunity to nip and suck at Cartman's neck, pleased that Cartman was so distracted by it. Cartman cursed quietly, finally finding his bottle of lube. He let go of Kyle's ass, carefully pouring some into his right hand. He tossed the bottle on the bed next to them, wrapping his hand around Kyle. Kyle gasped. Cartman started to slowly stroke him up and down, his left hand returning to his ass.

"Oh god."

"Feel good?"

"Oh… oh god."

It was so much better than when he did it himself. Cartman's grip was firm as he quickened his pace. Kyle was surprised he held off so long. He gasped, tensing his entire body as he came into Cartman's hand.

"Look at me."

Kyle's eyes found Cartman's. It was hard to focus on them, though, since his eyelids slid half closed. Cartman had a strange look on his face, studying him hard as he came.

Kyle continued to pant slightly after he was finished, studying Cartman's face in the dark. They stared at each other for a long moment before leaning forward and sharing a soft kiss. It was intimate, soft, and sweet. Kyle's stomach churned pleasantly. They reluctantly parted, a small smile playing on both of their lips.

"I hate you Jew," Cartman muttered fondly.

Kyle grinned, kissing Cartman again on the lips. "I hate you too, Fatass."