Kyle shivered under the covers, he tossed and turned until he began moving closer to Cartman. The heat radiating from Cartman's body was all too welcoming for Kyle, as he moved closer to him until their chests touched. He looked up at Cartman's sleeping face and took in every detail of his features and every breath he inhaled. He gave him a small smile before burying his face into Cartman's neck, he breathed in the aroma of fresh bread and...cheesy poofs. Kyle mentally rolled his eyes as he brought his fingers to trace Cartman's large chest. Cartman always slept with only his red boxers, and that was fine by Kyle. He slowly brushed his fingers against Cartman's skin, slowly taking in every Inch.
The alarm clock on Kyle's phone vibrated against the nightstand, it invaded the rooms' silence with the soft piano song, Für Elise. Over the years, his sleeping became more and more light. Anything could wake the ginger man up, even soft footsteps. Kyle sighed and detached himself away from Cartman to turn off the alarm clock. He glanced at the digital numbers on his phone, 6:15. Kyle blinked as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He turned off his phone and placed it on the nightstand before slowly getting off the bed, careful not to wake up his sleeping boyfriend. Once his bare feet stood on the cold floor, he walked over to the bathroom next to the bedroom.
He peeled off his clothes and took a long hot steaming shower, his spine shivered in pleasure.
Once he was done with his shower, he wrapped his green towel around his waist and picked up his pajamas and walked into the bedroom. He glanced at the sleeping body under the covers, as always, he was sleeping like a rock. Kyle dropped his clothes into a white hamper and began putting on the clothes he picked out from last night; grey briefs, a white button down collared shirt, black dress pants, a black tie with grey stripes, and a lab coat thrown over. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his fire engine Afro had gotten better over the years. It was short and curly, and he had cut it into a low sitting fringe. Still, it didn't stop him from running a hand through his hair. He was always self conscious of his hair, no matter how many times people say it's gotten better. He finally pried his eyes off his reflection and onto the bottom drawer, he opened it and took out a bundle of black ankle socks and slipped it on and then slipped on his black dress shoes. He kneeled down to roll up his pants and made a mental note to take his jeans to a tailor. He nearly froze when the voice of his lover spoke.
"You don't have to go to work, ya know." Cartman sat up and adjusted his eyes to the brightness coming from the window next to him. He looked adorable, sitting up with messy and disheveled brown locks and faint bags under his eyes from his irregular sleeping schedule.
Kyle scoffed, "Of course I do. Besides, there's going to be an important meeting today." He said as he stood up and rolled up the sleeves to his lab coat, "You remember Dr. Alphonse Mephesto, right?"
Cartman nearly jolted at the name, "He's still alive?"
Kyle scowled at him as he fixed his tie, "Yes, he is. And he's going to assist Stan and I on finding the cure for hemophilia."
"But isn't he like," Cartman thought for a second, "Into genetic engineering and shit?"
"Of course, but for the past 3 years he has been studying medicine and Stan and I both agree that his knowledge on genetic engineering could potentially help us find a cure that could permanently eliminate the illness." He paused and looked at Cartman who looked uninterested.
"Jesus, but can't Stan talk to him by himself?"
"Eric." Kyle warned.
Cartman leaned back into the head post of the bed, "I'm gonna be bored all day."
Kyle grabbed his watch from his nightstand, he adjusted it onto his wrist and turned it on. "I created an agenda for you."
Cartman fought back the urge to groan, "And what might I have to do today, ?" He asked, sarcastically.
"Well for starters," Kyle watched as the hologram from his watch began forming. With a few clicks, he opened up a reminders checklist, he read the first few bullet points, "Today is Clyde's birthday."
Cartman groaned.
"There's a new video game coming out today, too, so you could buy him that."
"I'm not spending $60 on him."
"He's your brother."
"Step." Cartman added.
Kyle skimmed through the rest of the bullet points, "At 2:30 you have to meet up with Kenny to watch the Denver Nuggets."
"Fuck, that's today?"
Kyle nodded as he turned off his watch, the hologram powered off and the watch became a regular watch, it read 6:32. "I have to leave in about 20 minutes, what do you want to eat?"
Cartman thought for a second, "Don't worry about it, babe. Kenny and I'll just pick something up on the way to the game." He straightened up and raised his arms out to him, "How bout a hug, though?"
Kyle stared at him, "A hug?" It was a rare occasion for them to ever hug, they just never found the need to. They've been inseparable for years, even before their romantic relationship began forming. They've cuddled nearly everyday, but hugging was an ultra rare action for them.
Cartman nodded, "I heard its good luck." His soft pink lips stretched into a smile. He has plump pink lips, that would even make Kylie Jenner jealous. And Kyle loved them, hell, he loved every inch of Cartman. To the light brown, but nearly pink,locks all the way down to his baby soft feet. (Cartman in general was a walking blanket for him, soft and warm and so protecting) But his lips were his favorite, because they fit so perfectly with his and created a soft cushion for Kyle's thin ones.
Kyle cautiously stepped over next to Cartman and hugged his neck as Cartman wrapped his arms around his waist. They were both relaxed, and not a single tension in their muscles ached. They stayed like that for 2 seconds before Cartman moved his hand down to the back of Kyle's thigh and propped his thigh over his own so that he'd end up straddling him.
Kyle pulled away, "Dude." Their noses was inches apart as dark brown eyes met with his dark emerald green eyes.
"Cmon, ," He brushed his plump lips on Kyle's, "Your clothes are such a turn on." He didn't close the gap for him, for he loved teasing Kyle when it came to kissing. Because kissing was passionate and light, nothing like the radiating sensation of being touched. Although touch was a passionate thing for the two boys, it was also very controlling. They didn't think when they touched, they were urged by the need that came along with it. Touching brought pleasures that they've never even knew they had, sweet and toxicated pleasures that would make any nun get a heartattack.
Kyle exhaled a small breath, he lightly bit the bottom of his lip as his eyes searched Cartman's lips. He was never in control when he and Cartman made contact, not in the way that Cartman was dominating, because that was far from the truth, but because every spasm in his muscles jolted. He was always filled with an overwhelming dosage of excitement, there were too many times where they were this close and Kyle felt so much like Tweek. His hands had a mind of his own, and he never thought when he was this close, his mind wasn't blank either. His mind sent commanded every body part of him to move and explore every inch of Cartman's round and squishy physique.
He couldn't pretend to control his urge when he pressed their lips together softly, the warmth from Cartman's lips were somehow sending grand pleasures all over Kyle's body. He felt like he was being wrapped into a hug by those big pink arms, he felt like Cartman was kissing every inch of his body when in reality, Cartman was kissing his thin perfect lips.
Cartman slipped his wet pink tongue inside Kyle's mouth, to which Kyle responded with a flutter close to his eyes as he inched forward towards the beautiful man in front of him. He opened his mouth, slightly for better entrance.
When their tongues met, Kyle could feel the familiar urge between his thighs. His pants were so goddamn tight, as they squeezed every single circulation in Kyle. It was paining Kyle to this point. The urge to just rip off his pants and devour every secret inch of Cartman, the inches only he ever had access to.
But fuck, this meeting was incredibly importing. He desperately wanted to cancel and just stay here in bed. It wasn't such a bad idea, Stan would be there either way and give Mephisto all the details. There wasn't really a great need to have them both there.
He furrowed his eyebrows, because all though he loved Cartman he couldn't just throw away his career like that. Stan wouldn't know the right words to stay, especially since he's going through his parents sudden divorce and the stress of tidying up his apartment for the well over high maintained Heidi.
Kyle slowly pulled away, "Cartman." He felt Cartman's bulge through his boxers as he fought for his to stay calm.
Cartman moved his lips on to Kyle's soft pale neck, he began nibbling on the flesh. "C'mon babe," He mumbled into his skin as his hands found their way on to Kyle's back. He moved it under the layer of clothes and slowly traced his finger nails on his skin in slow circles.
There was a shock of excitement as Kyle moaned, softly, as his hand lingered down to Cartman's boxers. He was semi hard, which only made Kyle's own cock twitch with anticipation.
Cartman placed his chubby hand onto Kyle's, Kyle's hand was still warm from the shower. He guided Kyle's hand up his thigh and finally under his tight boxers. His cock was practically beating heavily against his hand.
Kyle wrapped his small hand on Cartman's thick cock, since Cartman was thick Kyle's could barely wrap around half of it. He moved his hand, slowly, taking in each centimeter of his boyfriend's member.
Cartman moaned as he placed his hand on Kyle's slim thigh and squeezed.
Kyle leaned in close to him, he placed a small kiss on his lips before trailing down to his jaw. Meanwhile, his pace on Cartman quickened as he felt the precum drip through his fingers.
Cartman groaned, lowly, as his hand that was under Kyle's clothes, moved down to his ass, where he gave him a firm squeeze.
Their bedroom door was slammed open and Cartman and Kyle both jolted before looking to see who caused the action.
The ravenette hippie stepped into the bedroom, "The car-" his voice died as he stared at the two men who looked equally flustered and pissed off.
Cartman desperately wanted to groan or yell, just react. But his eyes were glued to Stan and his mouth was sealed shut. One question repeated itself over and over again in his brain.
Kyle turned to him, a nervous smile lingered through his lips as he quickly stumbled out of Cartman's grasp. "Hey, dude." He said trying to force a calm tone, "I-uh- didn't think you'd come in."
Stan glanced at Cartman before resting his gaze on Kyle, "Yea, well, I had to park the car a few blocks away and I was gonna call you to tell you, but my phone died." He shifted his weight between his feet, "So...yea."
Kyle forced a smile, he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks as his heart pounded through his rib cage.
Cartman glared at Stan, which didn't help the uncomfortable atmosphere in the room.
Kyle ran a hand through his hair, uncaring whether he'd mess it up, "Well, let's go then, Dr. Alphonse Mephesto doesn't have a lot of patience." He tried to make it seem funny but it came out too fast and too forceful.
"Um." A small faint of red brushed through Stan's cheeks, "Just, uh...tent." He said, taking a quick glance at the noticeable bulge in Kyle's pants.
Kyle tilted his head, "Huh?"
Cartman knew this was his cue, he wrapped his hands on Kyle's waist and pulled him back slowly, "Don't worry I'll take care of it, Marsh." He said as he buried his face in the crook of Kyle's neck and began kissing. He knew this was Kyle's weakness, even a small brush of his lips to Kyle's neck sent Kyle shivering with pleasure. It wasn't hard getting Kyle to shake and moan his name.
Kyle felt his knees buckle as he clutched Cartman's soft and pudgy hands, "I- I'll meet you outside."
Stan nodded as he shut the door behind him.
Kyle groaned, and it wasn't his usual pissed off groan or embarrassed groan, but the groan he made every time Cartman touched him. Kyle turned around and cupped Cartman's jaw in his hands, "You couldn't wait a few seconds more?" He murmured into his skin as he placed soft kisses on the corners of his lips.
Cartman lifted Kyle up so he'd be straddling him, "I want you." He said as he trailed his hand down from Kyle's waist to the button on his pants. He paused and pulled away from Kyle to look at him, "By the way, why does Stan have a key to our house?"
"In case of an emergency."
"Emergency?"
"Yes."
Cartman furrowed his eyebrows and sat up, "Like what kind of emergency?"
Kyle scoffed, "Any kind, I guess."
Cartman thought for a moment as he frowned, "He doesn't have to pick you up. We have our own cars, you can drive there yourself without that dirty hippie."
Kyle rolled his eyes and buried his face into Cartman's neck, "Stan believes in global warming." Kyle mumbled into his skin as he gave a soft lick and a series of tiny nibbles.
"Fucking hippie." Cartman grumbled as he moved his hand down to cup Kyle's ass.
He moved away from Cartman's face to get a better look at him, "Anyways, can you please make this quick? I have a meeting, remember?"
Cartman nodded, "It'll take less than a minute."
Kyle moved away from Cartman and propped himself on his knees. He was about to unbutton his pants until Cartman got a hold on it first.
Cartman leaned towards Kyle and swiftly unbuttoned his pants. He pulled his pants down in a quick motion, his eyes mesmerizing the erection under the tight grey briefs.
Kyle looked away, the blood rushed up to his cheeks and ears and he could already tell it was heavy. Cartman blew him over a thousand times but he never failed to make Kyle blush or calm his racing heart.
Cartman pulled down the briefs with one finger, Kyle's erection sprang the second it made contact with the air. Cartman grinned and held it with his one hand and slowly moved up and down his shaft.
Kyle breathed heavily as he looked down to a smiling Cartman.
Cartman's pace quickened, the precum leaked down his pudgy fingers. He brought his face close and licked the mess away, his wet hot tongue sent shivers of pleasure down Kyle's spine. Once he cleaned up the mess, he traced his tongue down from Kyle's shaft to his balls.
Kyle breath quickened, this was new. He placed his hand on Cartman's soft hair. He clutched the soft feather like brown hair as he watched Cartman nibble his balls. He felt the familiar feeling and squeezed one eye shut, "I'm gon-"
Cartman quickly placed his mouth over Kyle's cock, the warm liquid shot in his mouth, he swallowed it without hesitation.
Kyle bit his bottom lip as he watched Cartman move his mouth from his cock. "Thanks, man." He said as he pulled up his briefs and then pants.
"No problem." He brushed off the tiny speck of cum on the corner of his lips.
Kyle smiled and kneeled towards Cartman's boxers, he was about to place his hands on him until Cartman grabbed a hold of his wrists.
"What are you doing?"
"Returning the favor."
"You're gonna be late for the meeting."
Kyle raised his eyebrows and sat up once Cartman released his grip. "Right." He hopped off the bed and fixed his pants, "It really isn't a problem, Cartman, I'm sure Stan can wait a few more minutes."
Cartman smiled at the shy tone of his boyfriend, "Nah, man, it's no problem. Besides, I'm meeting up with Kenny, anyways."
Kyle huffed, it wasn't really much of a secret that Cartman lost his virginity to Kenny at the tender age of 13. It also wasn't a secret that nearly everyday since then they've fucked like two caged crack rabbits. The only reason why they finally stopped was because Cartman had started falling in love with Kyle in their senior year of high school. "Dude." Kyle warned as he glared at Cartman.
Cartman lifted up his hands in defense, "Kidding." He rested his hands in his lap and gave Kyle his most boyish smile, Kyle's heart fluttered at the sight.
"Well I have to go." He paused, "I also bought that peppermint tea you really like last night."
Cartman's face brightened, "Really?"
Kyle nodded, "I left it on the kitchen counter." He stepped closer to Cartman and kissed him. It wasn't their usual sloppy and forceful kisses, but instead it was full of tender and passion.
Cartman kissed back, he enjoyed every millisecond of their lips being in contact.
Kyle finally found the willpower to pull away. He gave Cartman a sweet smile and pecked his lips. "Call me the second you come home."
Cartman scoffed, "Okay, mom."
Kyle smiled again and pecked his lips once more before leaving the room.
Cartman collapsed on the bed as he stared at the ceiling fan. He should call Kenny to hang out, to find a gift for Clyde. But he had an intense urge to just skip the birthday all together. He didn't feel like pretending to be in a festive mood for his step brother, nor did he feel like watching his mom get slobbered over Clyde's dad. Jesus, they kissed like no one was watching. But, in a way, Cartman liked that. Sure, it was gross to watch, but he liked the way they showed passion for each other no matter what's going on around them. He liked that they were so in love with each other that the world around them was invisible and the only thing left in this empty universe was each other. He wanted a love like that, hell, he has a love like that.
Cartman turned in his bed when his phone rang, he picked it up from his nightstand and pressed accept, too groggy to see who called. "Hello?" He groaned into the phone.
"Did you just have sex?" A voice said in the phone, it was the same soft voice that he'd always grew up with. The same voice that was always by his side through thick and thin. The same voice that mimicked Kyle's, but it was much more softer. The same voice that was able to go deeper for long periods of time, and gave him such a huge turn on though he'd never admit it.
"Sorta." Cartman rubbed his eyes and laid on his stomach. "What do you want?"
"Jesus, I can't even say hi to my best friend now?"
"You didn't say hi, you asked if I had sex."
"Did you?"
"Sorta." Cartman's temper was rising, it was too god damn early to have these pointless conversations with Kenny.
Kenny hummed in the phone for a few seconds before talking, "What does that mean?"
"I blew him off." Cartman heard a creak in the other line, he suspected that Kenny was moving on his shitty twin bed.
"Give me the details." His voice was low, he tried to mimic Mysterion's voice but because of puberty, it was lower than he'd wanted. It didn't change the sexiness in his tone though, it just added to it.
"Why?"
"I'm horny, dude."
Cartman brought the phone off his ear and stared at it for a second before hitting the end call. He placed his phone next to his stomach and began drifting off to sleep until his phone buzzed and a ringtone began playing of Lady Gaga's Poker Face. He grumbled as he answered the call, "what?"
"Why'd you hung up?"
"I'm not having phone sex with you, Kenny." Cartman dead panned.
"I didn't want to have phone sex." The creak of his bed was audible enough for Cartman to hear, "Okay, maybe I do."
He scoffed, "Dude, jack off to some internet porno or some shit."
"...I can't." Kenny's voice was quiet and soft, barely audible for Cartman to hear,
"Why not?"
"...mmf mf m-"
"What?" Kenny hasn't worn his usual orange parka in three years, he could barely understand the language Kenny spoke into his parka.
"...you're gonna laugh at me."
" I promise I won't."
"I know you, Cartman."
"You white trash hillbilly, just tell me."
"Alright alright alright." He took a deep breath in before speaking, "Craig put parental control on my phone."
The phone line was dead and Kenny was sure Cartman hung up on him until he heard the snicker of the fat boy turn into a laughing fit. Cartman never had a charming laugh, but as the years went by his laugh turned into a sound you'd hear when trying to spray windex but nothing would come out. Kenny laughed along because Cartman's laughs were that funny.
"What the fuck." Cartman rubbed the forming tears in his eyes, he tried to even his breaths out but it didn't take long for him to cackle back into his fit of laughter.
Kenny rolled his eyes as he chuckled, "Yea yea pretty fucking funny."
"Dude, just disable it."
"If I do it's going to send it straight to Craig's email." Kenny banged his head on the headboard of his bed. "I'm going in two weeks strong." He paused before speaking, "Please..,could we just-"
"No."
Kenny huffed in frustration, "Fine. Can you just convince your brother to give me a hand job or something?"
Cartman thought for a minute, it wouldn't be too difficult to convince Clyde to pleasure Kenny. He knew Clyde was a sucker for blondes and he caught him staring at Kenny once or twice before. The only problem was that Cartman was sure Clyde was a 100% straight. But, he was very gullible, he was near the same level as Butters, the only reason why he could rarely ever trick Clyde into doing something he wanted was because Craig was always at his side, ready to call bullshit. Thankfully, Clyde was going to have two parties. The first one starts at 12, and it'll only be family members, just him, Clyde, Clyde's dad, and his mom. He's pretty sure he could squeeze Kenny in though, considering the second Clyde's and his dad moved in with him and his mom, Kenny basically stayed at the house nearly every day. Mainly to bug Cartman full time about his new step brother. The second party is going to be at his house, he's gonna have alcohol and a few exotic drugs and invited nearly the whole town. He knows for sure Kenny's gonna be there and he also knows damn well he's not coming. He prefers laying down with Kyle on their bed, watching corny movies and commenting on how dumb it is, all while eating pizza and lazily kissing.
"I'll see what I can do. But it's not gonna be much, I mean, we're not kids anymore."
The line stayed silent until Kenny spoke in unison, "Holy shit, dude, you're so fucking right." He paused and stared at the light brown ceiling above him, "We're all 20-fucking-8 years old."
"Mmhm, 7 years away from being president." Cartman mind began flashing images of him in the White House, his feet kicked up on a desk as Kenny and Stan came into view in their black tuxedos, asking if he needed anything. And just as he shooed them away, Kyle's slim body slid through the small gape of the door. When Kenny and Stan took a step outside the room he slammed the door shut and began taking off each piece of clothing, slowly, while his eyes undressed Cartman. Cartman would put his feet down and stare at the red headed beauty that never seemed to fail at keeping him preoccupied. The redhead would place his small dainty little hands on Cartman's legs and trail his soft pink lips on Cartman's jaw line as he began to get on his knees and unbuckle his belt, treasuring the sight of Cartman starting to get hard. And once the belt was unbuckled, he'd unbutton his scruffy pants and pull down his fly. He'd timidly pet the monster contained under his blue boxers until he finally pulled the waistband of his box-
"...Cartman?"
Cartman snapped back into reality and mentally groaned as he saw himself starting to leak. Phone sex didn't seem so bad, it could definitely do the trick. But he bit his bottom lip and fought the urge to participate. "Get ready."
"It's still too early to get ready for the game, Cartman."
"Not that, today's Clyde's birthday and I need you to help me buy him a gift."
"Okay."
Cartman hung up as quickly as he could and rushed to the bathroom. He spent a nice long hour under the steam and hot water from the shower.