WARNING: The following fanfiction contains boyxboy smut, and can be offensive to those who are not in favor of sexual/adult scenes. This is not the first chapter that will contain smut, and this stands as a warning to the readers who dislike sexual content. If you don't like it, don't read it.

To those of you who do happen to like boyxboy, lemon-y, smutty, goodness, you may enjoy ;)

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I spit out the remaining toothpaste in my mouth, and watch as the foamy suds seep into the drain of the sink. I fill up a little cup with water, and rinse my mouth out thoroughly to get the rest of the minty residue out. After I spit out again, I look at myself in the mirror, and recall the previous things that have happened this evening.

Soon after Eric and I had our heart-to-heart talk, we finished cooking the chicken tenders. It was a little awkward at first, but at the same time, I felt comfortable. We would occasionally glance at each other, and each time we did, we'd send each other giddy smiles. I think about Eric's little dimples that form in his cheeks when he smiles, and how the way he gets flustered somehow looks incredibly attractive. "Eric looks so cute when he's awkward..."

Our conversation throughout the rest of the evening had been friendly, and to be honest, I kept getting a slightly flirtatious vibe from Eric. Even so, I didn't mind.

After we finished eating, both of us decided it was time to get some rest, and that I would be changing in the downstairs bathroom, whilst Eric changed in the upstairs one. I put on a pair of flannel pyjama pants, and a loose-fitting, grey t-shirt. As I look at myself in the mirror, it feels strange to not be wearing my green hat. For years, I've basically worn the same type of hat every day, and I still do. I took it off to put my shirt on, and I kind of feel like putting it back on.

"My hair's a ratty mess. I might as well put it on, I don't think that Eric will really care." I pause my thought for a moment. "It's still a little weird calling Cartman by his first name."

I pick up the green hat from the tile floor, and fit it on top of my head. After it's snug around me, my eyesight transitions from my reflection in the mirror, over to the door, and I walk out of the bathroom. The green bag is right outside, and I place my dirty clothes inside. "Hey, Eric, are you finished getting dressed?"

"Yeah, I'm done," his voice is muffled from the distance between us, "You can come up to my room, I set out sleeping bags for both of us."

"Okay, I'll be right up!" I say considerably loud for my normal intonation. As I leave my green bag next to the bathroom door, I walk over to the stairs, and start to make my way up. "I haven't been in Eric's room for almost a year… I've never really had any reason to before, but I'm a little curious about if it's changed in any way."

I get to the top of the stairs, and see that Eric's door is already open. When I walk towards it, I immediately spot him sitting beside one of two blue sleeping bags on the floor. "Where'd you get those?" I ask.

"My mom bought them for a camping trip a couple of years ago, but we never ended up using them, so they're basically new." He motions for me to come sit next to him by the other sleeping bag, and I comply.

I look over to his bed, which is less than a few feet away from us. "Wait, why don't you just sleep on your mattress?"

Eric glances over at the bed, and speaks. "It would be rude if I made you sleep on the floor by yourself, that's not something I should do after inviting you to my house. Also, I've always kind of wanted to use these things."

"You've never had anyone else over to use them with?"

"Nope, no one."

That must be lonely. Every time he hangs out with Stan, Kenny, and I, he just kind of follows us around instead of really hanging out with us. He's also annoyed the shit out of us, but, I guess he won't really be doing that anymore. It makes me feel sad for him. "Sorry about that."

"Why?" Eric looks at me, confused.

"Because it must be lonely."

"It's fine, don't worry about it." Eric gave a me a refreshing smile, and stood up, walking over to the light switch. "Is it okay if I turn off the lights?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

Eric flicks the light switch off, and the room is engulfed in darkness. The only light shining is the light from the moon coming through the window. It's just bright enough to illuminate our faces in a pale, bluish light.

Eric walks over to his sleeping bag to the left of me, and starts to get in. I follow suit quickly, and get into the sleeping bag he's laid out. It feels comfy, and warm. "This is just like the hug I had with him earlier, so warm." I pause my thought for a moment longer. "...Just not as intimate." I bring the covers of the sleeping bag closer to my face, and snuggle into it.

I hear Eric shift towards me, "Hey, Kyle?"

I turn towards him. "Yeah?"

There's a long pause, and he somewhat nervously stares down at the floor beneath us. "It's nice having you over."

I smile at him, feeling my cheeks light up a little. "It's nice being here with you."

"Thank you." Eric smiles back, and looks back up at me. "Goodnight," he says, and turns over facing the opposite direction, away from my view.

I snuggle back into the sleeping bag, and I can feel my face growing hot. "It really is nice being with him like this."

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I look across the room, and see the digital clock next to Eric's bed. It reads, "12:32 am", in blue, glowing, digitized numbers. "Jesus, it's late."

I've been trying to fall asleep for the past three hours, but it's been no use. If I didn't spend my time doing random ass shit on my computer until four in the morning the majority of my nights, I wouldn't have this much of a sleeping problem.

Since I've been lying on my back for a while, I turn over, and face Eric. At some point during the night, he's managed to turn over, and face me as well. It's just that the only difference is that he's asleep.

I look at him, and watch as he breathes. It's slow, and the rising and falling of his chest is slightly visible through his sleeping bag. I focus my vision on his face, and look at his expression. He almost looks like a child; so peaceful, and serene... Almost angelic. "I wonder what he's dreaming about."

I take my time to focus on more of Eric's minute features. His hair is a little messy, and out of place, while his eyelashes are semi-long, and dark. His skin is the same tone all over, matching the creaminess of his hands. "If only I could reach out and touch him…"

Then I notice something. His breathing just started to increase at a much faster rate, and it's becoming a little more hitched on the inhales. I watch as his face gradually starts to flush, and I can feel his warmth radiating from the inside of his sleeping bag. "What's he doing…?"

Something catches in the corner of my eye, and my vision furthers downward on his sleeping bag. "Wait… Does he have a hard on?"

I watch as the bulge in his sleeping bag grows, and he lets out a quiet moan. "Holy shit, he's having a wet dream."

I watch as Eric moans more, growing louder as his breathing increases speed. His face is beet red, and a few small beads of sweat are starting to form on his forehead. "Fuck, this is turning me on."

I start to feel my blood rushing downwards, and my own member is starting to grow hard. I feel like a dirty voyeurist. "God dammit… I have the strongest urge to jack off right now, but what if he wakes up and sees me? Then I'll be fucked."

I mentally facepalm myself for the unintended pun I made in my mind. "Well, that's a score for the day. Great job, Kyle," I play out sarcastically in my head.

I look at Eric again, and my erection is now completely stiff. It's starting to become a little strained in my pyjama bottoms. "Okay, now I really need to do something about this. There's no way I can sneak out of this sleeping bag without waking him up, so trying to wank in the bathroom would be pointless."

I contemplate whether I should really do what I'm thinking of, and decide I don't care about the consequences.

Slowly, I trail my hand down to my flannels, trying not to make too much noise. My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest, and I slightly pull down my pyjama bottoms just enough for my cock to burst out of it's confinements. My erection is brought flush against my stomach.

I look over at Eric again, and guide my hand down to my twitching cock. I start to stroke up and down the shaft, putting slightly more pressure on the tip as I watch him moan out in pleasure. He's practically panting now, and with every hitched inhale, I get more turned on. My strokes get faster, and faster, as his breathing increases, and my breathing starts to hitch as well.

Eric releases a particularly loud moan, and I struggle not to moan back at the sound of it. I play with the tip of my erection using my thumb to swirl around the bundle of nerves on top, and I feel small drops of precum leaking onto my hand. It's hot, and a wave of pleasure surges through my body.

"Fuck, I'm close."

As I watch Eric, by the looks of it, it seems like he's about to cum as well. My hand is stroking my length as quick as I can pump it, and a small moan makes it's way out of my mouth before I can stop myself. Luckily, Eric doesn't wake up, and I feel my orgasm ignite throughout the entirety of my body. Hot, white cum spills onto my stomach, and the bottom of the sleeping bag.

I watch as Eric's body spasms from his orgasm, and as he releases one final moan. "Holy shit, I can't believe what just happened… I haven't had an orgasm like that since the first time I really started watching porn. "

I take long, deep breaths, and feel my body gradually relax with the same speed as Eric's. His face starts to turn back to it's normal pale color, with a slight shade of pink still blanketing his cheeks, and his breathing slows down. "...That was fucking incredible."

I let the muscles in my body loosen, and I feel myself falling into a deep sleep. My eyelids begin to shut, and just before I give in, I swear I see Eric's eyes open, but then, everything is suddenly engulfed in a vast, black, darkness.