A/N: :o I'm getting less reviews than I used to. Perhaps the Cutters sex scene scared people off..
Warnings: The usual.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
Reviews:
Alcorion: I feel a tad stupid, but...Harem?
xEmerald Isle: Oh? Enjoy! They're lovely.
Thank both of you for the reviews!
"Here I am, fat-ass. What did you want?"
Kyle was nervous. He had been reckless the night before while talking to Cartman online. Reckless and stupid. What if Cartman wanted to kick his ass? The larger boy may have gained a soft spot for Butters over the years, still to Kyle's disbelief, and maybe he even had one for Kenny-Kyle didn't think Cartman would occasionally let the boy eat his food if he didn't-but Kyle really doubted that Cartman had one for him. He'd definitely get his ass kicked if he had pissed the brunet boy off. It wasn't like it was when they were younger; if the two got into a physical fight, Cartman would win.
"Have a seat, Kahl."
Cartman was leaning up against his car. He was actually wearing his red jacket today, for the first time in years, and it was unbuttoned all the way down. The shirt peaking out from underneath the boy's jacket had some band's logo on it; Cartman liked a lot of metal bands these days that Kyle had never even heard of. The boy's hat was being held in his left hand while he ran his fingers through his hair with his right. The strands of brown hair were out of place and Cartman moved to fix them back before he put the hat back on.
Kyle moved to sit by his friend on the hood of his car. It was cold outside, so Kyle moved closer to Cartman's body warmth without even realizing it.
"Zip up your jacket, dumb-ass. You'll get sick."
The command was out of Kyle's mouth before he even realized it. He regretted saying it instantly, and the smirk Cartman was giving him was making him regret it even more.
"Why, Kyle, are you worried about me?"
Kyle rolled his eyes. Had Cartman just brought him here to be a jackass to him? Of course he had. Kyle doubted Cartman would ever change.
Kyle, done with rolling his eyes, brought his gaze up to Cartman's. Green met chestnut and Kyle had to wonder-had Cartman already changed? Without Kyle even realizing it? The boy was a hell of a lot nicer than he was when they were kids. He didn't try to kill someone every other day. He didn't even swear as much, though if Kyle ever decided to bring it up, Cartman would probably try to prove him wrong.
"...Maybe," He admitted. He reached out, and when Cartman didn't make a move to stop him, Kyle zipped the boy's jacket up. "Maybe I am."
Kyle's hand was still on the boy's jacket zipper when Cartman's larger hands came down to cover his. Kyle's gaze had moved to Cartman's zipper while he was zipping up the boy's jacket, but at the contact of the boy's skin, his eyes shot back up to Cartman's. The boy was looking at him weirdly; Kyle didn't think he had ever seen this expression on the brunet's face.
"Kahl.."
The redhead's eyes went wide; Cartman's face was moving closer to his. The boy's hands were warm on his and it took a moment for Kyle to register what was happening-Eric Cartman was going to kiss him.
And Kyle wanted it.
Kyle was leaning in to kiss the larger boy back. Cartman's lips were warm, if not a little bit chapped, but Kyle didn't mind; they were soft and the Jewish boy enjoyed the way they felt against his own pair. It was when Cartman's mouth was pressing more firmly against his that Kyle finally pulled back.
Kyle's eyes were wide, panicked, and Cartman knew he had pushed too far too soon. He had scared the redhead and the boy probably wouldn't do this with him again. Kyle hadn't been ready for his first gay experience, and Cartman had pushed it on him.
'He looks like a wild animal.'
Kyle scrambled away, backing up as far from the car and Cartman as he could. What had he been thinking? He had wanted in on the bet to prove that Cartman was gay, but this? Kissing the boy? Kyle wasn't even gay!...Right?
"I-I need to go. I'll see you later Cartman."
Kyle turned his back to his friend, who was sitting there looking like he wasn't surprised by his reaction or the experience itself at all, and ran, trying to get as far away from Cartman and his soft lips as possible.
"Yeah. Later, Jew boy."
Cartman had waited until Kyle was all the way out of sight before he bothered to even reply. He didn't even know why he had said it; it wasn't like Kyle could hear him. Still, he got an answer back-just not from who he had expected.
'But I should have expected. That poor piece of crap loves to ease-drop and but into business that isn't his.'
"I don't think he can hear you, fat-boy."
Cartman rolled his eyes, now not in the mood for a conversation.
"Shut the fuck up, Kenneh. I'm not in the mood for you."
The blond boy came out from behind a car close to Eric's. He had probably been back there hiding and listening the whole time.
"I told you he'd do that."
Kenny walked over to Cartman, a cigarette in hand. They smoked out by Eric's car sometimes. The teachers never checked the parking lot, so they never got caught. Cartman really should have expected his friend to be hiding out here somewhere.
"I said shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear it!"
Kenny shrugged. Instead of sitting on the car of Eric's hood like the other boy was still doing, the blond opened the passenger side's door and got in. Just like it wasn't uncommon for them to smoke out here together, it wasn't uncommon for them to skip classes together. And today neither boy was in the mood to go to class.
There was a pause before Cartman got into his own car on the driver's side.
"Roll down your window for Christ's sake! I don't want my car to smell like smoke, Kenneh."
Kenny did what he was told without objecting. That happened a lot; Cartman would tell him to do something and Kenny would do it without questioning.
"I told you in eighth grade that he'd always be in denial about being gay."
Cartman was starting up his car. He was getting pissed off at his friend. He didn't want to hear what he was saying.
"Shut UP Kenneh!"
Kenny shifted in his seat so he was facing his friend, his cigarette forgotten.
"Look," The blond sighed. "I know you've had this crush on Kyle for years, but he's probably not even come to terms with the fact that he likes cock yet. Let it go."
Kenny had found out years earlier that Eric had wanted to fuck Kyle. The brunet had let it slip one night when they were having too much to drink. Kenny had stolen the liqueur from his dad's cabinet when the man wasn't home. The result of it was a beating, but it was worth knowing that Eric Cartman liked guys.
"Maybe you're right, Kenneh." Eric sighed. Kenny tried not to let his shock show through at Cartman admitting Kenny might be right; the brunet might get pissed off and not continue with what he was saying if he did. "Maybe it is time. That stupid Jew doesn't know when a good man is right in front of him!" Kenny had to agree. "Stupid cock tease...Besides, Wendy's more than willing to let me pound her pussy whenever I want."
If it was anyone but Kenny Cartman was talking to, they would have winced at the boy's crudeness. Kenny was worse than the larger boy beside him though, when it came to language.
The blond boy shrugged.
"I'll let you blow me whenever you want."
Cartman pulled out of the school parking lot, planning to drive strait to his home...after picking up a pizza.
"Dream on, Kenneh! No way would I ever put my mouth there! However," Cartman was rubbing his chin as if he was deep in thought. "Maybe I'd let you blow me. You'd have to wash your dirty mouth first though. I don't know where that thing's been."
Kenny shrugged again. Cartman was probably kidding, but the blond would still do it if he'd let him.
Kyle went strait to his room when he got home. Laying on his bed, he did something he hated doing-he cried. He buried his face into his pillow and let out a low scream. His body was shaking with sobs. He didn't know why he was being so overly emotional, but he couldn't stop himself. Cartman hadn't made him cry in years, and he couldn't even blame him this time.
Kyle felt stupid. He had wanted that kiss. He didn't even know why he had wanted that kiss, especially as bad as he did, but he regretted not staying there and kissing Cartman longer more than he'd like to admit. He regretted running away more than he'd admit. He had fucked everything up and Eric wasn't even in class so he could fix it.
He would have to beg for the boy to forgive him.
A/N:...Ew, it got so OOC. Oh well. I hope you enjoyed. Also, I think I'm going to rename the chapters. Probably with song names.