Kyle stands in front of me, breaking the plant up into his glass pipe. He's so close I can smell him; like pomegranate and camp fires. It takes all my will power not to wrap my arms around his small frame. Finally he spins around to look at me. He holds up the packed bowl with a wink.
"You ready fat ass?" he smiles beautifully. I smile nervously back at him.
"Ready Jew." I shrug. He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and takes a hit. He places his free hand on my shoulder, and I feel my body tense up. Slowly his fingers move to the back of my neck. He pulls me down just an inch away from a kiss.
"Inhale." he tells me as some smoke escapes. I do as he says, and breathe in his smoke. He pulls away and once again I'm going crazy. I hold my breath for a minute before letting out the breath of smoke. I want to make fun of Kyle, make him feel as uncomfortable as I do, but I just cough instead. I glare at him, and he smiles at me with dazzling eyes.
"So what do you think?" he asks me, quirking his head to the side. I felt a little light headed, and like there's a flock of butterflies in my stomach, but in all fairness there was a good chance that it wasn't the weed, but rather the almost kiss that did that.
"It's ok. Might need more though." I baited. Fuck waiting, fuck planning, this Jew is mine, and it's time I make that clear. He giggles, handing me the bowl. I growl, but don't let it stop me. I take a hit, then pull him close to me again. He squeals a little. We're so close now that our noses are nearly touching. I blow out my hit slowly, watching in fascination as he drinks it up. He looks up at me and I loose myself in those confused emeralds.
"Your hands on my hip Cartman." he informed me after a minute. I scowled.
"So what?" I counter childishly. He laughs a little.
"Right." he rolls his eyes and takes the bowl from me. My hearts pounding loudly, and I swear I'm going insane. I pull my hand away from him hesitantly and he leans on the counter behind him.
"We need music." he says with a smile. I pull out my phone, flipping through my albums. He may dress dark, but I somehow doubt that he listens to death metal. I frown.
"I got metal bands from acidbath to vader." I shrug. He laughs a little before opening up his own phone. A minute later there's some kind of eighties techno type crap playing, I wince.
"I heard you like screaming, what the hell is this?" I ask as I fight this impulse to cover my ears. Kyle grins seductively at me before gliding past me.
"When I drink I like to dance." His gorgeous green eyes pierce through me, and I'm literally weak-kneed. I stand awe-struck and blushing deeply at the dancing emo in front of me.. About halfway through the song he looked up at me. I stopped breathing as he held out his hand with a sly grin.
"You just going to watch? Come on, dance with me." Jesus Christ, my heart's going to explode. I stumble back against the counter and shake my head.
"I don't dance." I mutter out mortified. His hips still swayed to the beat as he spoke to me, and my eyes were glued to them.
"Come on! Never?" he pouts. Shit, how am I suppose to think at all with his sexy ass being paraded all in front of me?!
"A little too faggy for me." I manage to choke out. He laughs. I swear, every time I hear his laugh it gets more genuine, more Kylesc. As he dances up to me, I tear my eyes from his hips an look down into his teasing eyes.
"Come on. For me." he tells me. I should make fun of that. I should deny something... I... I take his hand as he leads me back into the open space.
"I can't dance." I mutter again. He smiles.
"Yes you can. You just don't know how." god is he drunk? He did drink a lot... But god, he's so graceful, so sexy... What am I doing? He's still swaying lightly as he whispers up to me.
"Just let go. Think of it as a primal tease. Just move to the music." god I need him.
"Primal tease, huh?" I smirk. He nods as he spins around. Well, I don't have that girly little frame to prance around in. All my primal force comes from beastly and protective urges. But what the hell, for him I'll give it a try. My movements aren't fluid like his, but it begins to feel natural moving to the music with him. We dance like predator and prey, although the further we go the less sure I am which of us is which. Four songs later and he's in my arms, grinding against my hard dick. God what the fuck. I'm running my hands over him so fucking lightly as my heart pounds out my chest. As the song ends, he spins, so we're chest to chest. I can feel his erection against my thigh. We're staring at each other, but nothing about me is working right. I'm just frozen, waiting for him to make some kind of move. He smirks before pulling away. Hopping back on the counter, he takes a hit of the weed. Damn.
"Told you you can dance." he smirks again. Damn emo. I growl at him, causing his emerald eyes to flare to life.
"Ok. I did that for you. Now you got to do something for me." I managed to choke out.
"If this is about having me suck your cock you could have just said so." He smirks, batting his dark lashes at me seductively. I'm frozen as he looks me over. God his fucking eyes... so sexy... but... his face is cold, like he's accepting this as what's going to happen; not at all how I pictured. This look just brought that pain in my chest back. what the hell is going on? He walks over to me and places his cold hand against my increasingly hot chest. Finally I regained control of my body. I shove his arm off me a bit too roughly, and he holds it close as he backs away. The pain in my chest tripled as I looked into his eyes and saw the terror and pain in them. I stare at him completely mortified for a second longer before stepping toward him. He takes a step back, but I back him into the wall. As carefully as I can I pull him to my chest.
"You stupid joo..." I manage to whisper out. Slowly he begins to relax. When I pull back he looks very confused yet determined.
"Look, Cartman, whatever you thinks going on here doesn't matter. Obviously you gave me those drugs so I'd owe you, and it's not like I haven't done this before." He shrugs. I gape at him for a minute.
"And what the hell makes you think I want that?" I growl. He smirks up at me.
"Please, with you're awkward quietness, and trying to be nice, and eye banging me all the time? Not to mention how rock hard we were dancing?" Kyle chuckles a bit. Anger flares up inside me, and I react without thinking.
"Seeing you as a little slut? How could I not enjoy that?!" I nearly yell. He just smiles sadly.
"Then you'll be glad you moved back to town. There's nothing left for you to break." The cold reaches his eyes, and clutch at my chest. I look him over in a new light of disgust, my eyes landing on his wristbands. I grab his arm before he can pull away. He struggles, but I hold him firmly as I take the band off. I'm frozen as I stare at those deep scars, and fresh gashes. He stops struggling, and I quickly let go of his arm and turn away, feeling tears prick at my eyes. I hold my hand over my mouth, trying to comprehend the situation.
"You're just some emo, aren't you?" I nearly growl, before adding "You're not really my jew." in a soft whisper. A tear runs down my cheek. It's dead silent until I hear him gasp a little then whimper. I turn around just in time to catch him, and ease him to the ground. He's shivering violently, and his face is contorted in agony. I feel my heart break, and I know, I love this Jew. No matter how poor of a condition he's in. He shivers and shakes in my arms, letting out whimpers and gasps, and tears. I rock him slowly, and run my hands through his soft, coarse hair. It seems to help calm him a bit. We stay there for nearly twenty minutes before his breathing evens out, and he seems to be in less pain. My hearts racing, and I just want to do anything I can to ease his suffering. I chuckle lightly.
"What have you done to me, Jew?" I nearly whisper as I hold him tightly.