A/N: so I really want to keep this story under the M rating, so... We'll see how long Cartman let's me...
Before we even made it to his room his lips were on mine. We were kissing fiercely, but it was nothing like before. This time I wasn't caught off guard. This time when I sucked and bit his neck I could think of nothing but his dark skin, and his brown, hopeful eyes. This time I had control, even if Keith seemed to be loosing his. I growled as I tossed him to the bed, his shirt already half-way unbuttoned. As I lay above him I felt the submission radiate from his skin. We continued to make out until my mind and body could imagine nothing else. His neck between my teeth and his whimper in my ear, I thrust against him with a growl.
"Oh God Eric! I need-!" Keith begged breathlessly as he tugged on my waistband.
"Need what?" I smirked down at him.
"Let me please you. I just need to please you before you go." his eyes were black with lust as he looked over my body so fucking slowly. I was speechless, so I just silently gave him some control. He lifted my shirt up, kissing me from my jaw to my collar bone, then from my peck down my abs, moving lower while tracing my body with his finger tips. Christ! This was definitely better than jacking off to holocaust videos...
When he had satisfied both of us, we fell back into his bed, breathing heavily. It felt like I had just killed a bear with my own hands, or taken out an entire army single handedly, or like the devil just sold me his soul. I felt truly dominant and preditorial.
Of course! That's why my brain jumped to Kyle! He's the only person who would never submit to my will... Very well Kahl. Let's just see what you think of the new, totally not fat, Dominate Eric Cartman.
I chuckled evilly to my self.
I lied there for a while until I noticed Keith's light snoring. I laughed lightly before getting up to check myself in the mirror and slip back to the party.
As soon as I stepped out the door into the light I was suddenly reminded of how drunk I really was. Using the wall for support, I made my way back downstairs and collapsed on the closest unoccupied couch.
The next day was horrible. My head pounded at the smallest disturbance, but luckily half the school was in the same boat. I flopped down across the lunch table from Keith.
"Any updates yet?" he asks as he unpacks his bagged lunch.
"Nah, I haven't talked to my mom since yesterday." I shrugged. He nodded as Jack and Doug joined us.
"Man I'm fucking hung over!" Jack growled.
"Well I'm sure you all are! Things got pretty crazy last night." Doug added.
"Hell yeah they did! I ended up alone with Kristen Cooper." Jack grinned slyly.
"Oh yeah? Was she still all worked up over my body?" I laughed, and Jack threw a fry at me.
"Ok then hot stuff, who did your body get worked up over last night?" He smirked. I smiled widely.
"If you must know I did get some hot action last night. But unlike you, I don't feel the need to yell it to the world in a desperate attempt to hide my own sexuality." I laughed at the scowl on his face as well as the look of shock on Keith's.
"Gay joke; real mature." Jack pouted. Next to him Keith gaped at me, eyes wide in fear. I laughed harder.
The rest of the day moved slowly and was entirely forgettable, but finally I made it out to the bus stop.
"What's up amigo?" I asked at I walked up to Keith. He stared at me for a minute.
"Was that meant to be another Mexican joke?" he asked blankly. I rolled my eyes.
"Always assuming I'm making fun of you." I shake my head. He stares at me for a minute.
"I still can't believe you're moving." he nearly whispers. I just shrug in response. We're quiet until my bus pulls up.
"I'll see you tomorrow man." I tell him before boarding the bus. I glance at him through the window, noticing the blush that's become a part of him these last two days. He waves, then disappears in the crowd.
All during the bus ride and the walk home after, I kept coming back to the same thought: Kyle. It had been so long since I'd seen him, but I can just imagine him now: nerdy and morally smug, with his stupid green hat... I doubt he's capable of changing much.
I bit my lip lightly as I imagined an eighteen year old Kyle begging to please me, to submit to me. A shudder ran through my body, and I realized I should definitely think about something else until I'm behind closed doors...
As soon as I got inside my house I noticed the suitcases lined up by the door.
"Moom, I'm home!" I yelled. Within a few seconds she trotted out from the kitchen.
"Oh good sweetie. Now go pack up, we'll be leaving for our flight after you get home from school tomorrow." she smiled.
"Tomorrow?" I frowned before continuing.
"Where are we headed?"
"Well it was either stay with grandma or go back to South Park, and I know how much you hate Nebraska." I nodded.
"Alright. But if we're leaving tomorrow there's some things I got to finish up tonight." I shrugged as I walked past her to my room.
I flopped back onto my bed and pulled out my phone.
'Hey Keith, my mom just told me I'm leaving tomorrow after school. If you wanted to hangout again, it would have to be tonight.' I typed to him. I sighed, rubbing my forehead as I began to pack up my collection of metal band tees. My phone binged and I leisurely finished the pile I was working on before reading it.
'Damn fatass, you must think I'm some kinda whore' I laughed fully.
'Not really. I just know how horny you are for me.' I smiled as I texted back.
'Yeah, ok. You want to head over here then? My brother's out with his girlfriend for the night.' I physically shrugged in response as I read his reply.
'Yeah, but meet me half way beaner.' I typed before packing the rest of my cloths hastily.
I walked for a long time, music blaring and mind numb. I didn't care that I was leaving, I wouldn't miss it here, but it all made me uneasy for some reason. I didn't want to think about it, so I just turned up the volume on my iPod. After a while I saw Keith wave to me from the distance. I waved back and he jogged up to me.
"Hey. Gorgeous night out, huh?" he asked me with cheeks flushed. I shrugged, but smiled at him in amusement.
"Yeah and how about the broncos?" I replied to his small talk. He laughed, before nudging my side.
"Terrible compared to the 49ers." I rolled my eyes. Keith knew nothing about football. We walked toward his house in silence for a long while. It didn't feel awkward, but Keith was starting to look it.
"So... Are you moving back to Colorado?" he asks nervously.
"Yep. Flying there right after school tomorrow."
"And you'll keep in touch, right? Let me know if you find him?" I smiled lightly, glad he didn't use the Jew's name.
"Sure. You wont get all jealous and possessive, right?" I teased. He blushed furiously.
"Of course not! I mean, there's nothing to possess." he stuttered. I laughed at him.
As soon as we got inside his house he looked up at me nervously, signaling that I was now in complete control. I pressed him harshly into the wall as I kissed him. He gasped, and I didn't hesitate to take advantage of it. My left hand pressed firmly on his shoulder, pinning him to the wall, my right held his face to mine. He moaned and grinded up against me.
"Please Eric, please fuck me." god, his eyes were mushy and nearly pathetic. They looked fragile and every bit of me urged me to push him to the edge. My right hand forcefully pushed his head aside to give me better access to his neck. I licked and bit and sucked the dark skin there, as I rhythmically pressed my body against his. His legs were shaking, and I was pretty sure if I backed off he would fall to the ground harshly. So I pressed against him harder, my hands running down his sides possessively. This is my last night in California, and I am going to fuck his brains out.
When we had finished up and gotten ourselves dressed again, Keith walked over to the fridge, grabbing two beers. I took mine from him happily.
"I'm going to miss you Eric." he nearly whispered.
"Yeah. That sex was amazing." I replied hazily. He was silent for a minute, I might have hurt his feelings.
"And you know, I'll keep in touch." I added in an uncaring tone. He smiled lightly before nodding.
"I hope you do. Can you stay the night?" he asked hopefully. I shook my head.
"Nah, I still got to pack a shit ton." he nodded glumly. I stood up, and he walked me back to the door. Before leaving I took his face in my hand and kissed him fiercely. Then without a word I began to walk home.
There was a subtle breeze around me, and the night's chill felt amazing against my skin. I sighed, stretching my arms over my head. It's kind of funny, this walk home has become a bit of a refuge over the years; that time between school noise and home noise. I think I was actually going to miss it. I shook my head as I hopped up the steps to my house.
By the time I had finished packing it was practically time to get up for school. I sighed dramatically, before getting myself ready.
"just remember to come straight home poopsiekins!" my mom sang from the other room.
"Goddamn it! I know that ai'edy!" I yelled as I walked out the house. I hated going without sleep.
When I stepped off the bus I walked over to the guys who were again sitting under a large tree out front. I plopped down between Keith and Jack with a sigh. The group stared at me expectantly.
"So? Any news yet?" Jack asked hesitantly.
"After school today." I replied with a shrug. He frowned deeply.
"Well hey man, with all the money you've made us over the years with all your plans, I just want you to know that if you ever need a long distance crew, we're on board." he patted my shoulder and Doug nodded in agreement. I grinned.
"And some day we'll make one million dollars." I added as we got ready to head to our separate classes.
I got a lot more hugs and phone numbers throughout the day, but the rest of my classes seemed to blur by until I was walking toward the bus stop. I stopped in my tracks as I saw a large paper sign being held up by at least six random people. In glittering letters it read 'Take care Eric! We'll miss you!' every open space was filled with signatures and random messages. I smiled as walked over to them.
"This is unexpected." I mutter, trying to recognize the people holding the sign.
"Well, it was my idea, oh I hope you like it!" Doug grinned. I laughed lightly, shaking my head.
"Thanks guys, but I'm not really good with the faggy goodbyes." I said awkwardly. Jack grabbed the poster and folded it up neatly before handing it to me.
"Alright. Good luck man. I'll talk to you later." he grinned.
"Yeah. See you guys around." I smiled, looking primarly at my blushing Hispanic.