"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing." - George Bernard Shaw
The morning after was warm, but lacked the humidity of his own house. The old vents had a sort of liquid in them, so they made everything else feel foggy when you turned on the heating. Which was severely important in the colder months.
This heat, however, was like chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven. It was comforting, and Kyle enjoyed it immensely. He snuggled in closer to the fabric, wondering why he couldn't sleep like this always. Blinking against the sunlight, Kyle sighed aloud. Instead of disrupting the surreal silence of the room, instead the sound perfectly blended within. The fabric transformed into a large hand, fingers rough with untold labour. Stretched open, they slid along his rib cage, fingering the bones. And just like a xylophone, Kyle called out in bliss.
Lower back aching as he did so, Kyle followed that arm back to its owner.
Like all of his one-night stands, Kyle expected a certain shade of black hair when he awoke. Sometimes it was there, but it was the person underneath the hair he wanted. Sadly they were never him, no matter how hard he tried. And that only left them with awkward conversations, until they left his bed. Most offered their phone numbers in exchange for sex, but Kyle never called back. Either because of his pride or the promise he was holding out for someone else.
So when he awoke today, he was utterly astonished to see a familiar face blinking against the same crisp light. Instead of Stan it was a man who Kyle never thought of in any sexual regard before, Eric Cartman.
And the first thing out of his mouth was "Fuck."
Eric chuckled, withdrawing that hand splayed on Kyle's side to stretch. Immediately Kyle missed the extra warmth, it felt like a large and secure blanket.
"That's what we did." Eric mumbled through a yawn, half of the words were indistinguishable.
Gauging what he said, Kyle's eyes widened and he scooted as far away as the bed would allow. Even in a king sized bed, Eric took up a good portion of the space and made Kyle's attempt foolish and futile.
"I..." he didn't know what to say, any possible bit of conversation was gone from his person. Thoughts and questions were plentiful. Why couldn't he remember it? Was it...was he good? Never before was he self conscious about his abilities, but that measuring and weighing look in Eric's eyes had him re-evaluating everything.
"Where are we?" he settled with. It was obviously a bedroom, something done to modern standards. Everything about it screamed business, with its bulky desk in the corner, to the navy blue stripes that went well with the white undertones of everything.
"My hotel room." Eric answered, and once again Kyle found himself eyeing the man beside him.
Unlike yesterday, Eric's slicked back hair was ruffled to a more natural state. He sort of hoped that the brunette's hair would look crumpled and hideous, something to boost Kyle's self-esteem. But like everything else in Kyle's life, it was the exact opposite. The chestnut locks were messily tousled, much like how Ike's were, but in a mature way that his brother lacked. But Eric always did have nice hair, or from what Kyle could remember.
Speaking of which, either unaware or just confident with his body, Eric ran his fingers through his hair before he climbed out of bed. And much like what he blatantly said before, Eric's light ivory skin flashed before Kyle's eyes as he made his way over to the desk. Only to reveal he wasn't naked, but dressed in a nice pair of black boxer briefs. Heart pounding in his ears, Kyle flushed with both lust and disappointment.
"You're not naked."
Eric grabbed the hotel's landline telephone before he graced the confused lawyer with an actual reply, "Obviously, people come in and out of here like it's a revolving door. That, and I need to prepare if I have to make a dash for it."
He punched in a few numbers as Kyle digested that, only to be welcomed with a few rings.
Kyle blinked. "Wait, why would you need to run? Are you scamming this place or something?!"
Eric shot him a glare, "Don't say shit like that so loud, you idiot! And to answer your fucking question, it's probably because you were annoying all of the other customers."
"Annoying them?"
"Who wouldn't be? With your loud moaning last night. Are you sure you aren't in any gay porno there, Kahl? 'Cause last night was-You have five minutes."
Frowning as Eric broke away from their discussion to hiss that last bit into the phone, he was even more startled when Eric slammed the receiver back down. Right. For a moment he forgot who he was dealing with. With his legs rubbing against the silken bed sheets, Kyle glowered against the sun's rays.
"First of all, they should be used to it. So they can go fuck themselves. And secondly, no. Not even in your most messed up dreams."
"I don't have to dream, I lived it." Eric cackled, "Remember? Last night?"
Kyle gripped the sheets hard and was sorely tempted to scream at Eric until his voice was hoarse. More so than it was already. But that pleasant ache throbbed again, reminding that they did have sex last night. And as far as he could recall, from hazy whispers and biting touches, it was fucking amazing. Well, Eric was. All Kyle could remember was reacting and laying back to take it all in.
Still, Eric didn't need to know that. And that it was the best he's had so far, but the other hotel occupants already knew that.
Just then, the door opened.
Yanking up the sheets until they were underneath his chin, Kyle dreadfully wished to be anywhere else. More so, when the woman in the door frame glared at him to her heart's content. His first rational thought was that their visitor was one of the staff members, ready to complain about the previous noise. And fuck, Eric would knock her ass over and make a run for it, leaving him to explain and pay for it all. That bastard.
"Haley." Eric addressed the angry woman, not caring that he was practically naked in front of her. She looked away from Kyle, which he was thankful for.
"Yes, sir?"
"Did you get it?" She nodded, handing over a glossy and fresh phone to Eric's out stretched palm.
"Thank you." he mumbled, flipping it over to look at the device at every possible angle. Satisfied, he rewarded the young woman with a fleeting smile that had one of her own dancing on her face.
"Sir, if I may?"
Eric yawned once again before giving Haley a curt nod of approval. Leaving the two alone, he headed over to the joined bathroom. Against the sound of the sink turning on, Haley loudly continued their conversation, never once moving a mere inch from her place.
"You have two meetings, one with that mining company, in about half an hour. And Mr. McCormick has been trying to get a hold of you, much like the hotel's staff who have certain...complaints." She directed that last bit at Kyle, hostile attitude returning full swing.
The tap turned off. "Fucking lovely, tell 'em I'll be there. And I'll deal with Kenny myself." He popped inside the bedroom, the fresh scent of mint in the air, "Did you tell 'em to fuck off?"
"Always, sir."
"Good. Now get the hell out of here!" Glad to see the blonde scamper away, Kyle eyed his one-night stand apprehensively.
"That goes for you too, Jew."
Sizzling with that same hurt, Kyle checked to see if he was wearing any underwear-which he wasn't, before he climbed out of bed. Immediately he missed the warmth that blocked his body from Eric's appraising eyes, which seemed content with this shift.
"You're such an asshole."
"Yeah, I know." Eric replied with a sneer, rolling his eyes. "Now hurry up, your Mummy is probably worried."
The thing is, he was right. She'd be frantic by now, clawing and screaming at anyone who would listen. Without a word, Kyle began to search for his clothing. But the floor was spotless...Shit.
Suddenly a hand was pressed against his spine, and Kyle shivered. "I got Haley to wash 'em, I know how tidy you can be. They're in the dresser."
"Thanks." he had mumbled. That hand lowered to his ass, leaving only to give it a loud slap that shook Kyle, and sunk right into his core.
"Don't mention it, Jew."
Then Eric went off to the bathroom again, locking the door to have a shower. That was it, so Kyle quickly rummaged until he found his clothes in the bottom drawer and dressed before the desire to stay became too much.
Ever the gentleman, Eric left Kyle no means to return home. So Kyle had to make the tiresome walk to the car he left at the high-school's parking lot, which was across town. Feet crying out for mercy, Kyle hastily opened his car and slid inside.
"Holy shit." he swore, finally seeing himself in the car's mirror. His whole neck was littered in hickeys, making him look like he was stained from blueberries. And Eric had let him walk through town like this. Stewing in the scent of vanilla, smoke, and the musk of Eric fucking Cartman, Kyle made the long drive to his parent's home.
Making sure to do up his collar up high to mask the evidence, Kyle turned off and locked his car. After taking a few steadying breaths, trying his hardest to ignore that scent that seemed to mock him, Kyle climbed out of his vehicle and headed inside. And just as he expected, he was immediately assaulted by the sound of his mother crying out his name. Hitting him at full force, she clutched at his shirt without any resolve of letting go.
He winced as she hit a certain patch of bruises on his back, leave it to Eric to cover all of his grounds.
"I was so worried, Kyle! We've been so worried, and neither your brother or father would comfort me!"
"I'm sorry, Mum. I spent the night at an old friend's, and forgot to call." Which wasn't a complete lie. But instead of spending the night talking and reminiscing like what his mother most likely thought of, he had spent the night getting happily fucked.
Something dawned on him, "Wait, who's here?"
"Oh, I completely forgot!" His mother eagerly ushered him into their living room, "Stan is here to see you!"
And sure enough, there he was, sitting awkwardly on his parent's couch. "Hey, Kyle." he said with a shy wave, smiling.
Fuck...