A/N: Glad to be back after a long hiatus and thought what better way to mark it than with a short Kyman fanfic. This story is set during Cartman and Kyle's high school years. Hope you enjoy it and appreciate reviews. Matt Stone and Trey Parker own the characters and series of course.

I will write more in due time, just have some stories on A03 to update and finish. Thanks for reading!

Squirming left and right in his sleep fretfully, Eric Cartman kept having a recurring dream that only weakened his arrogant interior more. A very HOT recurring dream. He was in the 8th grade, short wavy brown hair, less of an obese slob yet bulky, always in a red Nike hoodie, blue jeans, and black Vans. There is a boy, handsome, lanky, with wild curly red hair in a pert ass. Kyle Broflovski is always in his company, but they're never alone. There is always a bunch of their fellow schoolmates with them, in various noisy social settings.

There's an unspoken vibe between them, a draw, a lure, an unyielding and sexy trembling of ass twitching heatedness. Throughout the bits of the dreams Cartman can recall, once he's woken up horny and frustrated, they're both trying unsuccessfully to break away from the people they're with to get together, alone.

There's a fleeting, tender brush of the fingers as they walk side by side. Kyle's forearm jostling against one of Cartman's plump side breasts when standing, waiting to be touched. The Jewish boy's nimble toed bare foot brushing the sensitive flesh of his knee and inner thigh while sitting at a table in a crowded party at Clyde's house.

There's a Youtube playlist attached to speakers intrusively blaring, a chocolate fountain flowing in slow fluid cascades to match the throb of his heavy with lustfulness teenage heart. That was the setting of last night's awesome dream. But it didn't end in frustration. No less than the previous night.

The ginger Jew gets a text on his phone, he reads it, then with his head still bowed he turns his green eyes up to stare into Cartman's, a brief hint of a smile spreads over his face. It's a smile Cartman immediately translate as "Dude, it's all going down tonight!" The full body shiver of anticipation is overwhelming.

The clamoring, unimportant peers standing around them vanish and Cartman's dream world transitions to them walking up an empty sidewalk in the evening, they roughhouse with each other, laughing. Kyle's freckled bare arm nudging Cartman's thick cotton sleeve, the sleeve of a hoodie that's suddenly feeling constricting, stifling, an annoying cloth barrier between him and his sexy white skin.

Kyle hastily opens the door to the house, a familiar house Cartman knows he's been in before, in previous dreams, but with many more bodies around than just our two nervously excited ones, that immediately embrace as soon as Cartman closed the door behind him. Cartman leaned down and take the tender apple red lips Kyle's offering him and press them closer to his own. This must be our first kiss, it's so intense.

The brunette's mouth slowly slips over the newness of those soft, warm lips. Then Cartman instinctively tried to pull away when those lips open and the nerd's mouth begins an attack on mine, sucking his bottom lip in. Am I seriously enjoying this? Fuck, I don't know... Hell yes. I love it. Cartman felt his friend's hand on the back of his head, pulling hard enough to stop him breaking contact. The tongue-tied teen now clenched between Kyle's top and bottom teeth, biting him just hard enough to keep purchase. Kyle's flicking the hot tip of his tongue over his rival's captive lip, again and again, shooting daggers of pleasure from that lip to the lower, fluttering lips Cartman find are now aggressively angled down, and attempting to grind against any part of Kyle's body he can reach.

His dream world skips ahead again. Now they're standing in a small box room in front of a single bed. Cartman felt a rush of disappointment, the bed looks too narrow for them both to lay on, but Kyle pulls him down until they're both sitting on a rumpled white sheet, the only covering on the bed, no duvet, or pillows.

A window lets in a cooling breeze, and suddenly he's thinking Shit, damned window's open, anyone in the neighborhood can see us! and that familiar, thwarted, disappointed feeling flows over him like a dirty wave of water caused by a speeding car. Cartman's sleeping brain just knows he's about to wake up, back to lonely frustration. Oh, but no... wait... he's pulling Cartman to him again, sucking Cartman's tongue into Kyle's mouth, then pushing Kyle's tongue into the heavyset teen, and a warm flush overtakes Cartman's senses again.

Kyle starts pulling at the sides of Cartman's hoodie, tugging it up so that it bunches under his armpits. Still no words are spoken between them. Cartman stood up and look towards the open window and see the blue curtains from another window across the way, fluttering outside against the green walls like handkerchiefs bidding loved ones farewell. Cartman can't see anyone else there, so he mustered the courage to hastily pull at the hem of his hoodie and tug it up and over his head, almost getting tangled when Cartman felt his hands confidently slide up the outsides of his now bare meaty thighs, coming around to cup his ass. He's naked. No underwear, no sneakers, just him and his bare-naked reddened skin, delighting in the light breeze from outside, and the hot, adventurous hands inside.

Suddenly self-conscious, Cartman threw himself flat onto the bed, out of sight from the window. The 17-year-old witty basketball player climbs on top of him, straddling the bulky teen's waist. There's nothing but his green colored, thin South Park Cows jersey between them. Cartman saw his nipples poke proudly through the fabric and long to feel them brush against his face. He leaned up and pressed his lips against Kyle's hot throat, kiss hungrily and prepare to head straight down for those distracting nipples, but he arches his back away from Cartman.

Cartman felt a soft mew of disappointment on his lips, rather than hear it, but that soon turns to a low groan of desire in his throat when Cartman saw Kyle sway his hips, pull at the jersey, and slide right out of that last barrier between them. The hoodie skyrockets across the room, landing in the open doorway.

A button has been pressed inside Cartman and he's suddenly ravenous. No longer scared, Cartman grabbed the slimmer boy's hip and half spun him around on top of him, in a barely short of aggressive move. Kyle's facing away from him, and his own neat little bare ass is now nestled in the fleshy comfort of his lap. His right-hand snakes around and pinches Kyle's left nipple. It's barely a miniscule stump, the soft palmful of a mound all but disappearing as he stretches, arching his back in pleasure.

The stiff tip of Kyle's nipple ripens and grows against his palm, so hard now that it grazes him as Cartman run his hand over and over before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Twisting. Kyle gasps giving him the courage to reach up with his right hand and explore his other nipple, delighting in the rough stiffness, pinching, releasing, rubbing, and flicking with eager fingertips. The breeze outside kicks up and Cartman grew aware of moisture, drying cool on his scrotum. With no clue if that's him, or Kyle dripping onto him, Cartman reached a curious right hand down to his ass and discover it's glossy. Beautifully smooth.

His fingers dip into the entrance of Kyle's curly, moderately hairy but steamy warm pubic bush, scooping that moisture and lathering his penis in it, rubbing up and down until Cartman felt the hard tip of his cock pushing through against his fingers. Kyle's soft moans turn to panting, but so low, and when he started to whisper, Cartman's not even sure if the Jew's swearing or pleading with Cartman to rub harder, or urging him to stop...

Conflicting hateful doubt filling his head, so much so his hand massaging Kyle's left buttcheek pauses and Cartman's fingers flutter and leave the redhead's ass. Shit, is this it? Is this as far as it's gonna go? Will he hate doing this?

Embarrassed, Cartman closed his brown eyes tight as Kyle lifted himself out of the pillow-soft lap and he hear the bed creak as Kyle turns towards him.

"Suck on my sweet nipples dude, and keep fucking me with your fingers, holy shit!"

It wasn't a question. It was a firm demand, and the best thing Cartman could ever hear. Cartman opens his eyes and Kyle's in front of him, on his knees, straddling his thighs, and looking both vulnerable and confident at the same time. Cartman's mind goes into a cyclone-like frenzy.

Cartman plunged his hand into Kyle's sodden cavern and smother his juices over his hand, then moved them all over first one big rosy, red nipple, and then the other, clasping his lips tight around Kyle's left nipple, attempting to suck his whole little mound within his mouth, while his hand goes back to the ginger's ass. The taste of Kyle on his tongue is so intense, Cartman sucked it almost dry. Cartman used Kyle's pink attractive nipple to massage the tender center of his tongue, bobbing up and down in time with his fingers that are slipping up and down, in and out of Kyle.

Cartman's can't help but get even more turned on by Kyle's encouraging groans, which are only just louder than the sexy wet squelching sounds emanating from the actions of his fingers. Cartman sensed Kyle getting close to orgasm, and Cartman felt like he could be joining Kyle just from the sights, smells and sensation of his pulsating ass. The inside of own wrist is brushing against his restless scrotum, but Cartman paused in his burning need for pleasure and concentrate on Kyle.

A surging flash of confidence floods him and Cartman look up at Kyle's gorgeously crimson flushed face and let one nipple pop out of his mouth,

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard. Then I'll finger fuck your ass until you cry for your mommy. Come on baby, let me hear you beg me. Do you want me to pound this hole harder?"

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, yes! I'm ready! Do me! Do my giant fat ass like I'm going to do yours. Oh please, I need this! Now suck my other one. Please. Oh. Oh yes!"

Cartman wiped another shiny glob of juices from the Jewish teen's ass and suck on his fingers before plunging them back inside Kyle. Cartman blew on the Jew's neglected right tip and the nipple eagerly responds. He grew hotter himself, just watching it twitch and grow, sitting even prouder against the crest of his gently curved breast. He pressed his warm pursed lips against it and hum, the gentle vibrations causing more pleasing expletives to fall from Kyle's bewitching gasping mouth.

"Oh, hell yes. That feels so fucking hot. I'm your greedy little cum bitch. I'm going to cum so hard for you, and I'm going to fucking love it. Milk my big fucking schlong and naughty nips. Suck me you douche. Suck me hard!"

Cartman opened and sucked Kyle's nipple deep into his mouth, at the same time slipping his fingers up to find Kyle's big swollen dick, now hard as a rock and begging to be strummed. Cartman knew instinctually how he liked to press mine then freed, rubbed, pressed, released, and flicked, so he treated Kyle's manhood like it was his own.

Licking his lips, Cartman sped up gradually until he's sucking Kyle's nipple and slavering it with his hot wet tongue as frantically as he's stroking the strong-willed boy's ass with probing fingers, thumbing Kyle's dick hard and fast. Cartman alternating between nipples, started tonguing Kyle right one while his fingers continued their torture on Kyle's saliva-soaked left nipple. Kyle's hips pump against Cartman's hand so hard they're both bouncing off the mattress.

"Now! I'm close dude. Oh, fuck I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck me. I'm 'bout to nut. Fuck yes!"

Kyle's bucking, legs splayed so wide, eyes rolling in his head. Then, Cartman thought he must be done. His hips ceased moving. The Jew's not breathing. The silence from his mouth is deafening. But then Kyle lets out the biggest, loudest, shaky gasp and starts humping Cartman's hand again.

"Yes! Oh hell! Don't stop, please. Don't stop. Fuck my greedy tight ass. Bite my Nips! Damnit bite me!"

He becomes concerned about possibly hurting Kyle, and of him breaking his own overworked wrist, so Cartman swap hands. He pinched one nipple a little harder with fingers now dripping with Kyle's cum and grind his clenched teeth firmly against the other. Cartman's left hand renews the rhythm against Kyle's ass, his thumb relishing in the new sensations of Kyle's pulsating dick that is harder than his nipple but just as sensitive to the dipshit's touch. He couldn't quite get the angle right to give him the firm pressure he needs so Cartman bunch his hand and grind his knuckles against Kyle's cock.

"Yes, you're my greedy little cum bitch, ride my fingers! Fuck your jumbo jet hot ass against my hand, yes! Just like that. Ride it! Fuck it! Keep cumming! Don't think you're done just yet!"

Kyle starts to jerk in full body tremors, making almost scary growling sounds.

"No more! I can't! I can't come any more, I swear, I'm going to explode!"

Kyle's pleading for Cartman to stop but his hips are still grinding hard on Cartman's clenched fist, his pale thin body completely covered in a sheen of glistening sweat. His lecherous desire to keep shooting his load turned Cartman's genitals to a flabby pile of skin, and Cartman suddenly became maddingly conscious of his own swollen prick, heavy, almost painful with the need to be touched.

The flaming-haired beauty humping slows down gradually, Cartman swap back to his right hand and strum Kyle's dick with his thumb again, with lighter and lighter pressure until Kyle's breathing comes back to near normal. Kyle's cock started to throb in wild sporadic bursts against his thumb and he reached down to push Cartman's thick wrist partly to within an inch away so Cartman's barely touching the redhead and wraps his arms around him.

Kyle's spent body is slick with sweat, now clammy and sticking to his frenemy. Cartman replaced his thumb with two fingertips and just barely press against Kyle's hardon, enjoying the subsiding waves of his orgasm, twitching against Cartman.

Cartman wakes up in a heaving daze. It's 3 AM on the dot. He's hornier than he's ever been in his adolescent life. He should be pissed off not having had an orgasm after all his fervent effort, but instead he's invigorated. Cartman got the boy of his dreams. As these dreams have previously been filled with frustration, self-doubt and denial of pleasure, Cartman felt like he entered a blessed world he couldn't bear to leave.

His cock is dripping wet and throbbing writing this, throbbing just as hard as it did when Cartman woke up at 3 AM this morning. He's going to climb onto his bed right now, open the curtains and window again. Savor the cool November breeze, the risk of being seen, and strummed the length of his cock, suck his fingers, and tease his nipples with wet fingers and pretend they are Kyle's sweet pretty lips and tongue, and go off like a vibrating rocket, again. Cartman came for over five minutes solid this morning, perfect way to start the day.