Chapter Nine

Kyle's Point of View

"Time for a break," Cartman says as he shifts his weight towards me.

"A break, you haven't done any work!" I reply, but not harshly.

"Fine then, YOU need a break," he says standing up and stretching, I follow suit.

"OK then. I actually think we can stop for today, the projects not due in till Monday anyway." This seemed to distress him a little bit.

"Yeah but we might as well get it finished soon so we can forget about it." That seems extremely out of character for Cartman.

"Well perhaps if there were a WE rather than ME doing it on my own I would agree."

"In case you haven't noticed JEW, you are an incredibly controlling person who wouldn't let me near the project even if I wanted to be."

"That is so not true!"

"Yes it is. All I've been allowed to do is pass you things and type the occasional sentence."

"This is not about the fact I'm controlling it's about the fact YOU ARE LAZY!" I was yelling at him now, in another one of my rages.

"There you go again with your Jersey temper, doesn't take much to get the Jew wound up!"

"SHUT UP FAT ASS!"

"You know this time spent arguing could really be used on the project, we're wasting time... Jews hate waste don't they?" I scream in anger and shove him with force against the wall, causing his arms to trap behind his body, I know that I wouldn't stand a chance against this giant if we got into a fight but I really don't care.

"STOP BELITTLING MY PEOPLE!" I yell our faces barely inches apart, eyes furiously locked, hot breath mingling in front of our mouths and then no longer as Cartman bends down and kisses me.

I gasp in shock, Cartman's lips still locked ferociously onto mine before pushing my lips into his with the same force; I can taste maple syrup and cheesy poofs, typical fatass: it's an amazing flavour as far as I'm concerned. He pushes forward with his chest in an attempt to free his arms, I grab his wrists and pin them to the wall. We stay blissfully fixed in this position for a while, hot lips joined as one, anger slowly melting away but passion still burning. All of a sudden Cartman catches me of guard, pushes my arms away and grabs me around the waist crashing my hips into his. I moan as I gasp for air reaching my arms up to his muscular shoulders, they feel every bit as good as I imagined, I slowly rub them, squeezing the back of his neck, then moving my hands up to twist in his chestnut hair, he responds to this by grasping one of my red curls and twisting it in his finger before letting it spring back to the others. I pull away from Cartman and delicately nibble on his bottom lip, slowly increasing the pressure. I've always wondered if this felt good, a deep moan vibrates out of Cartman's mouth, which gives me the assurance I was looking for. He pulls me even closer now engulfing me in his massive arms. I feel something warm and wet enter my mouth, his tongue! Mine desperately meets it as they battle blissfully for dominance. I can't believe it's taken me this long to realise how desperate I want Cartman, how I've been subconsciously longing for this moment. I drag him with all my might towards the bed.

Eric's Point of View

I never thought I'd make it to heaven but this moment seems pretty close, I certainly don't know what I've done to deserve it. I couldn't help the kiss, when you've desired someone for so long and see them get so passionate I don't think you can help it. Kyle pulls me down onto my bed, I roll over onto my back so that he is lying on top of me and pull his hips into mine again, hearing a moan of pleasure in response sends ripples through my body, I coil another strand of his hair around my finger, I just can't seem to leave his wonderful hair alone. Our tongues are still battling fiercely, both our chests panting heavily as we forget to stop for breath. I slow my tongue down as I feel around his mouth, gently caressing the gaps where the teeth have been pulled out; I know that they're still sore. One hand still tangled in his hair I move the other down his back, slowly tracing the bone and muscle through his T-shirt, I caress his ass, and god it's incredible. How could anyone think I hate Kyle, he's the most perfect person I've ever known, I wonder when it is that hate changes to love, in a lot of ways they are so similar an emotion due to the passion required to keep them up. As Kyle wriggles on top of me I wonder if he shares the same feelings. I immediately wish I hadn't thought this because now my brain is whirling. What if he doesn't? What if he's just caught up in the moment, experimenting? I couldn't stand giving in to my aching body and having him now only to lose him later: after he's finished with me.

Kyle must notice my sudden lack of vigour because he pushes himself up and stares with those glowing green orbs enquiringly into my eyes, it seems that at this moment he realises exactly who I am and what he's doing as a dazed expression crosses his face, "C-Cartman what... w-what is going on?" He half stutters half blurts out. I push him of me and he rolls onto the other side of the bed; I hastily stand up, straightening my clothes.

"Well thanks for that," I say in a blank tone.

"What?" Asks Kyle as he sits up on my bed, still dazed, staring up at me.

"Well it was obviously just a bit of fun due to the boredom caused by the project, it didn't mean anything." Kyle continues to stare at me, composing his face into a blank expression to match mine. I continue: "I always wanted to find out whether or not you were a fag, guess that's cleared up now."

"Well what about you?"

"Clearly I was just pretending, it's almost tea time now, you should probably be getting home."

"I-uh-yeah totally," he says flustered as he frantically throws textbooks and the writing he's done into his school bag, as he yanks his green pen drive out of my computer I notice a few tears creeping down his face. "See you tomorrow then," and with that he dashes out of my bedroom door and down the stairs, I don't dare breathe until I hear the front door slam shut. It takes me all of a micro second to realise I've made the biggest mistake of my life but the sadness in my heart is quickly replaced by hope, could it be possible that Kyle has feelings for me? If that is the case I will stop at nothing to make him mine.

A/N: Cartman you idiot! Well hello there, thank you for reading all the way up to this point, you're awesome, have a toffee.

I would also like to thank 'George Fortescue' your comment was so lovely and really made me smile! In response to your question I hadn't intended for this story to be as long as it's becoming but I keep on thinking of new developments! I estimate the number of chapter's is going to be around 20.

I hope that chapter was alright, I found it quite hard to write. Reviews please, I love getting them. xx