Chapter 2, Popsicles
Blistering heat ravaged the small town of South Park. Everyone had been saying there hadn't been this hot a summer in ages. That was all well and good for Eric Cartman; he knew how to stay cool.
It was a combination of fans, shade, cold drinks, and popsicles. It worked pretty well; a little too well in fact. Cartman shivered a little, wishing his no good, dirt poor boyfriend was around to warm him back up. Of course, he could have just gotten up and moved out of the shade of his back porch, but that would require effort.
He had been dating Kenny since their first encounter last Valentine's Day. It was pretty cliche, except for the obvious fact that this was a gay relationship. Both of them-Cartman mostly-had endured ample teasing from the other boys, to which Cartman usually just replied with, "Fuck you, douchbags!". It was ironic, really. Before, Cartman had always been the one to do the teasing. Looked like now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.
But honestly, the chubby boy didn't really care all that much. He had accepted, reluctantly at first, that he loved Kenny. And Kenny loved him. About half the girls at school would squeal when they saw them together, and it was rare they weren't together. Cartman would always just roll his eyes, scowl, blush, and look away, sometimes mumbling a "Fuck you, hoes!". Stupid girls. Wendy was supportive, though, and didn't have a fangirl complex, so that was good at least.
Cartman mused over all this as he sucked a blue popsicle. Some of the juice from it had dripped on his bare chest and onto his shorts, but it didn't matter. He wasn't planning on going anywhere or seeing anyone today...
"Hey Eric!"
Well. There went those plans. Cartman knew immediately who it was. He recognized the voice; Kenny was the only non-adult allowed to call him Eric. He took the popsicle out of his mouth and looked over his boyfriend. Kenny was wearing an offwhite, stained tanktop with holes in it and cut-off shorts. No shoes. A pair of cheap sunglasses sat on top his head. Damn if he wasn't hot, even with clothes that looked like he got them out of a dumpster.
"Hi Kenny," replied Cartman as he stuck the popsicle back in his mouth. "What brings you 'round?"
Kenny sat down behind him and wrapped his arms around his belly, setting his chin on his shoulder. "Can't I just spend time with my big guy or do I need a reason?"
Cartman scowled and blushed, looking down at Kenny's tan, lean, lightly muscled arms. "I'm not your 'big guy', douchebag..."
Kenny chuckled and nuzzled into his neck. "What, would you rather me call you my little guy?"
"No, but you know I'm sensitive about my weight so just don't even start that shit."
"I know, I'm sorry," said Kenny with a sigh as he laid his head on Cartman's shoulder, just watching him as he sucked his popsicle. Kenny smirked. He could think of another popsicle he'd like to get sucked.
Cartman didn't notice at first; he was absorbed in his popsicle. He licked up its sides and around the top before biting the top off. His lips stained blue, he glanced at Kenny. "The hell are you grinning about Ken?" he demanded as he hesitantly licked his frozen treat again. Kenny didn't even have to respond; within a few minutes, Cartman's eyes widened. He had figured it out on his own. "Jesus fucking Christ Kenny you filthy little perv!"
Kenny shrugged, not even phased by the accusation. "Guilty as charged."