As Cartman stood in line at the coffee shop, trying to decide whether he wanted a blueberry or oatmeal muffin when really he wanted neither, a quivering, nervous voice trembled in his mind. Telling him that the door was right there and that there was still time to leave and maybe call Kyle later, telling him how sorry he was and then hopefully, they'd never have to speak to each other again.
Cartman was quite proud that he remained defiant against that voice, still, that didn't negate the fact that he was simply stalling. Pondering over muffins that he was too nervous to eat just because Kyle was sitting within a few feet of him and even thinking that provoked some heady, terrifying exhilaration.
Gritting his teeth determinedly, Cartman instead grabbed a bottle of water.
"That'll be two dollars, sir" The pretty cashier smiled, dark curls fell out of her cap, framing her face and her wide hazel eyes were lined prettily.
Cartman dismissively handed her the crumpled dollar bills, not caring if he appeared rude.
He didn't even give her time to thank him, before he left to find Kyle, who was sitting by the wall-length window and watching the mundane traffic of the street, absent-mindedly drinking his coffee. He held his coffee like he held his tumbler, his thoughts threatening to drop it. Cartman smiled at that, hoping that Kyle's little nuances would be enough to make him keep it together.
"Hi" Cartman smiled before nerves cut it short. He had already started peeling the label off his bottle of water.
"Hey" Kyle smiled gratefully, he fidgeted with the impulse to stand up and hug him but then thought against it. "I'm really glad you came"
Cartman hoped that his silence was enough of a readable response, as he sat down. His plaintive eyes were trained on his bottle and he could feel Kyle looking at him. He had never felt so small and exposed and he wondered if this is what it's like to be caught doing something bad. Cartman had never been caught before.
"So" Kyle began awkwardly, before asking "Last night. That was the first time you've ever been to a gay bar, huh?"
Cartman smiled and laughed under his breath "Yeah, it was..."
"Did you like it?" Kyle asked, not sure whether he'd be offended by the answer.
"Well, I met you, didn't I?" Cartman replied, surprised at the lack of hesitancy or doubt in his voice. His smile softened and relaxed when he looked up at Kyle and saw his adorable, surprised expression.
"Very charming" Kyle smirks, his face warm and he hopes that taking a sip of his latte will disguise his flushed face.
"But..."
"What?"
"Before you came along, I..." Cartman began, biting his lip as he searched for the words. Was it appropriate to tell this to a guy he had just met the night before? It was hard to believe that Kyle was seemingly only that. "I was kinda scared"
"Why?" Kyle asked, his eyebrows furrowed with concern and his foot brushed against Cartman's under the table.
Cartman's breath hitched at this secretive, gentle contact before he replied "I didn't think I fitted in. Ever since I was fourteen I had crushes on guys but I didn't wanna admit to myself that I was gay because that was too much of a commitment, you know? I probably sound like a fucking idiot"
"No" Kyle said, that firm, authoritative voice that Cartman took so much comfort in last night "You don't. There's nothing stupid about how you feel"
Wanting to avoid sounding like some groovy camp counsellor Kyle gestured for Cartman to continue with an assured smile.
It took a while for Cartman to find his words again, nobody had ever told him his feelings weren't stupid, or made them seem like they were valid. Mostly because he never gave anybody the opportunity to. But, he admitted to himself quietly, he was kinda glad that if anybody was gonna be the first to tell him such things, it was Kyle.
"Um, I tried really hard to like girls. Or like both or just put my feelings into perspective and write them off as no big deal, but they were" Cartman confessed, hardly believing that he was saying all this in the middle of a coffee shop "I thought if I kissed a guy or felt anything that was too overwhelming to be nothing, then, then I would know"
"And you didn't feel that way last night?"
Cartman breathed out shakily, his smile was shy "No, before you came along. But until then, I felt like I'd lost something that I never really had or didn't know I wanted. I thought, if this is who I'm supposed to be then why does it seem so unappealing. But then you-"
Cartman paused, his heart thumping in his throat and his palms becoming moist and when he looked up, Kyle was hooked on his every word.
Cartman smiled, relieved "You bought me a drink and talked to me and proved everything wrong. And that's terrifying and awesome at the same time."
Kyle was breathless after that, blinking and smiling to himself as he attempted to respond. But he needed time to digest what he had just heard, it felt bizarre that he was able to make Cartman feel that way.
"Don't ever let anybody question your feelings" Kyle finally said, sobered and serious, his eyes becoming sadly reflective. And Cartman wondered if he was thinking about when he was a teenager, and what that was like for Kyle. It was hard to imagine Kyle being anything other than confident, collected and fearlessly passionate. "And I don't just mean now... Wherever you end up and whatever you decide to do, just remember that nobody has the right to tell you that what you feel is wrong. That it's insignificant or unimportant because it sure as Hell isn't"
Cartman was unable to take his eyes away from Kyle; he seemed bruised and jaded, almost as if his own advice came too late.
"But" Cartman whispered, a tinge of helplessness "I don't know what I want, I, I don't know what I feel."
"What's wrong with that?" Kyle asked, with a comforting half-smile "Look at it this way, if you don't know what you want then the possibilities are infinite."
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" Cartman asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I think it is" Kyle shrugged, studying Cartman and letting the image of him swim in his irises. "You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age"
"Because that didn't make you sound old at all" Cartman teased and he blushed when Kyle laughed, God, it made Cartman melt and Cartman always had the impression that he was too closed off and disobliging to melt.
Kyle rolled his eyes, his harlequin laugh burning away and he covered his face with his hands, amused and exasperated "It wasn't that long ago"
"I was eight" Cartman reminded him.
"My point is, I just wish that when I was 18, I could've told myself that I wouldn't be unsure and confused forever. I wish I could tell the Kyle who stayed up until 3AM listening to music in his room and who hardly told his friends anything, that he would figure things out eventually and finally feel okay with himself"
Cartman thought of his own plan then, of leaving South Park as soon as he possibly could and having the luxury of going wherever he wanted. Cities and countries could be so easily disposable to him and he loved how it could take many years and places to finally settle down. Him and Kenny had even talked of doing all of this together, but it had started to become more of an appealing idea to Cartman to just do it on his own.
"So why did you do it?" Kyle's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Do what?" Cartman asked, his mind adrift.
"Lie to me about how old you are" Kyle replied quietly, as if he didn't want to bring it up but that he somehow felt that he must.
"I don't know" Cartman answered flatly before rolling his eyes defeatedly "Fuck, that's a lie of course I know."
"Then tell me" Kyle spoke softly, his foot once again brushing against Cartman's under the table.
Cartman blushed and shyly admitted "Because I couldn't believe that somebody like you would be interested in me."
Kyle raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, he coyly asked "Somebody like me?"
"Come on, have you seen yourself?" Cartman asked incredulously, laughing in genuine disbelief "I mean, the guys you've been with must have said something to you about how, I dunno..."
Kyle ran his foot further up Cartman's leg, while expertly maintaining his half-lidded gaze, teasing him with a faux-cluelessness.
Cartman jolted at the feeling of Kyle's foot trailing up his leg seductively and his blush deepened as he confessed, flustered "I think you're hot, okay?"
"Thanks" Kyle laughed softly, blushing and meeting Cartman's lovely golden eyes.
"Anyway, it seemed impossible that someone like you would even look at me, let alone wanna flirt with me and" Cartman paused then and relished the brief glimmer of surprise in Kyle's eyes when he met his gaze. Cartman swallowed before continuing breathlessly "And kiss me."
Cartman fidgeted awkwardly and added "I have a tendency to make people dislike me and I thought that telling you my real age would make you fucking bolt so I lied."
Kyle sighed thoughtfully and it was then he decided to drop this flirty, coy act. He slid his foot down Cartman's leg and instead curiously stroked his fingers, his hand poised on the table, waiting for Kyle to touch them "You know I would've stayed if you just told me the truth, right?"
Cartman's breath hitched in the confines of his lungs as Kyle's worn yet welcomed fingers brushed against his own. Cartman whispered thinly "Now I do"
Cartman's fingers flexed and he let Kyle hold them. This close proximity and the way they were so neatly and chastely intertwined was unnerving. Cartman couldn't believe he was letting somebody get this close, without any protest or fight and Kyle was still silently wrestling with the moral implications of what he was doing. Sure, Eric was an adult but that still didn't successfully bridge the decade that was between them.
Still holding Kyle's hand, Cartman groaned and rolled his eyes, sighing "God, this is so fucked up..."
"True" Kyle sighed dejectedly, taking a deep considering breath before he asked "But why do we have to keep apologizing for it?"
"What?"
"I realize that this fucked up. It's nothing that I've ever experienced before but" Kyle paused and smiled, squeezing Cartman's hand encouragingly and continuing "We like each other and there's nothing wrong with being attracted to someone, is there?"
Cartman grinned "No, I guess there's not."
Kyle pursed his lips in a flattered smile and his eyes fell to his fingers, linked with Eric's and he burned only a tad shamefully at the thought of those rough hands pawing at him wantonly.
"I almost didn't come today." Cartman muttered guiltily.
"You didn't?"
"No" Cartman answered "I woke up with your number on my arm and I thought I should just call and cancel, but as I was waiting for you to pick up I realized that I couldn't let this end. That this wasn't over just yet."
The two both fed off of each other's excited impatience, the attraction that was making the air tight and heated between them. Their eyes travelled down to each other's mouths and words were quickly abandoned as the mutual want for each other seemed to be inarticulate.
"You don't want this to be over, do you?" Cartman asked breathlessly, praying that Kyle said no. He had no idea what to do with this excruciating arousal otherwise.
Kyle's mouth twitched into a nervous smile before he leaned over their small table, and brushed his lips against Cartman's. The kiss was firm yet elusive and Kyle felt weightless as he indulged in Cartman's soft, full lips. Meanwhile, Cartman sat there, just letting Kyle kiss him, clueless as to how Kyle could just kiss him in the middle of a coffee shop with such a lack of apprehension and seemingly no thought. Eventually, Cartman tilted his head and kissed Kyle back, moaning quietly as his lower lip was cushioned by Kyle's kiss. Cruelly, Kyle released him and whispered hotly and excitedly into Cartman's mouth "No"
Both of them grinned wickedly, their heartbeats creating a whirring, dangerous orchestra in their heads. Cartman stared hungrily at Kyle's mouth and tentatively kissed him again, in the hopes it would illustrate this new, intoxicating desire.
Kyle moaned approvingly and asked, sultry and sizzling as the kiss barely broke "Do you wanna get outta here?"
Cartman was still reeling from the heady kisses, and his eyes were hooded as he nodded dreamily.
As soon as Kyle's apartment door was slammed behind them, Kyle had grabbed Cartman by his t-shirt and pulled him into what seemed like a long-awaited, throbbing kiss. They had kissed on the entire cab ride over here, Kyle, and Cartman too, were wonderfully surprised by how quickly Cartman was starting to find a more confident rhythm with his kissing. It whetted Kyle's appetite for him even more and he didn't know whether the muffled groans he made during their kisses were out of heavy, fervid pleasure or frustration that Kyle couldn't have him right there in the cab. Still, there was always a nervousness about Cartman's tentative movements, the way his hands trembled around Kyle's body before they pawed at him possessively and roughly, the way his lips tested the humid water of Kyle's before he kissed them adoringly like they were precious pearls.
Currently, Kyle was pressed against his living room wall, color once again flushing to his knuckles once he released Cartman's shirt from his grip. His deft hands pawed at Cartman's wide chest, tugging at his shirt and between their fiery, bittersweet kisses, Kyle smiled wantonly at the flashes of skin his hooded, emerald eyes could detect.
This was the first time in Cartman's life where he could lucidly imagine holding someone so close that you leave a trail of bruises behind, kissing somebody until the both of you are delirious and breathless and actually see the passion and pleasure painted beautifully on someone's face, hear it escape from their throat. And with every bite and kiss, every hardened drag of eager fingers, Cartman pictured Kyle as his object of desire, his body and sizzling heat palpable beneath him.
"Kahl?" Cartman whimpered, his one hand resting against the wall, close enough to slide his fingers through Kyle's beautiful curls and see the gorgeous contentment etched on his face. The other hand was quivering in the comforting warmth of Kyle's neck, Cartman's thumb twitched and he groaned smugly when Kyle's winged pulse sang swiftly under his touch.
"Yeah?" Kyle moaned, swinging his arms around Cartman's neck and dragging him closer.
"Could you not treat this like it's my first time?" Cartman asked.
Kyle softened then, his eyes focused nowhere but Cartman's grateful gaze. Kyle had to stand on his tiptoes and his limp arms managed to pull Cartman closer to him, their foreheads pressed together. So close that they could taste the crisp, sultry sweat of their skin, so close that they almost seemed out of focus to each other; muted, tangibly warm versions of themselves. Cartman almost moaned, he instead nuzzled into Kyle's cheek and Kyle bit his lip and gently squeezed Cartman's neck in appreciation.
"It's just that" Cartman began, he couldn't help himself, Kyle's soft, alabaster skin was centimetres away from his tongue. He quickly and tenderly licked Kyle's skin and continued "I don't want any of that watered down, reassuring bullcrap, okay? No telling me it's alright or that you'll be gentle-"
"So, don't fuck you like a virgin?" Kyle smirked, his fingers seemed like remnants of a much missed dream as they slid down Cartman's shoulder and their eyes met once again, glistening and bright.
"Exactly" Cartman grinned, his eyes lowered to Kyle's mouth and he bit at Kyle's plump, damp, lower lip. Kyle groaned, bucking his hips so his hot groin slid over Cartman's thigh. At that moment, Kyle would've done anything Eric told him to.
"Alright" Kyle whispered, before their lips collided again.
Kyle felt that gravity had abandoned him in Cartman's grip, he anchored himself on Cartman's upper arms and smiled into the kiss when he felt his muscles subconsciously flex. Just like Kyle had imagined, Cartman was insatiably pawing at him, the kiss pausing briefly for Cartman to clumsily pull Kyle's jacket off him and throw it on the floor.
With that, Kyle's hands fell from Cartman's arms to his jeans, an adrenaline Kyle hadn't felt in a long time making his fractious fingers shake as they fumbled with the fly. Though he supposed the sore sucks and bites Cartman was currently littering on his neck were distracting him too, Cartman's thumb swept across Kyle's mouth and Kyle nipped at it playfully.
Kyle didn't know where he managed to find the strength to moan, broken and mindless "Bedroom. Now." As Cartman tipped Kyle's chin up and claimed his mouth again. Kyle felt lost in the velvety heat of Cartman's lips and how Cartman had managed to seize all of him with the most delicate of actions.
Cartman nodded at Kyle's demand and he almost whined frusratedly when their kiss-bruised lips were seperated. It wasn't long before they were connected again; Kyle's arms once again slung around Cartman's neck, while Cartman found his hands at Kyle's lower back, tracing his spine and lifting up Kyle's shirt in the process.
It wasn't until Cartman pushed Kyle into the open doorway of the bedroom, with a guttural groan of lusty effort, did he take Kyle's shirt off. Their labored breathing wore each other out in the narrow space between them, their rich eyes fiercely locked and their mouths trembling feverishly. Cartman blushed as he drank Kyle in, shirtless, with his curls messy and finger-combed, his eyes flickering, encompassing Cartman entirely and Cartman was sure that Kyle must have been the most sexy, desirable, breathtakingly stunning person he had ever seen in the flesh. And it was all for Cartman, how fucking terrifying is that? his eyes widened at the realisation and the first mutinous, uncontrollable drove of a panic attack pervaded and clouded Cartman's mind.
A candid, soft hand reached out to touch Cartman's face and when he looked up, Kyle was smiling at him reassuringly, in the penumbra of Cartman's merciless shadow of doubt. He kissed Kyle confidently and pressed him further into his embrace, Kyle sighed audibly and arched up into the kiss and he was sure he could feel his feet leave the floor.
"Here" Kyle whispered the word like a quickly disposable syllable, licking Cartman's top lip and guiding him to his bed.
Their lips never parted when they fell on the bed, not even through the ecstatic, secretive laughs that they softly exchanged at the very thought of being here, the coffee shop and bar, fears and insecurities a distant memory. Kyle pushed Cartman's legs apart with his knee and when Kyle slid up Cartman's body, they licked at each other tongues and exhaled shakily. They canted together as they kissed roughly, Cartman felt himself sink into the mattress but raised his hips slightly so Kyle could pull off his jeans that hung low on his hips.
Kyle ran his hand under Cartman's shirt and shivered at the warm skin that kissed his fingertips, while Cartman wrapped his arms around Kyle and let his hands travel anywhere; clinging to his curls, dragging his fingers across Kyle's writhing back and squeezing his ass. Kyle breached into Cartman's shoulder, peppering it with kisses when Cartman sat up to kiss Kyle's chest and collarbone.
"Hmm, Eric..." Kyle murmured into Cartman's shoulder as he circled his tongue around Kyle's hardening nipple.
Wrapping his leg around Kyle's waist, Cartman effortlessly pulled himself on top of Kyle, who gladly relinquished control. They found themselves in a kiss that was so deliciously incensed with a careful, slow burning desire that Kyle couldn't bear for it to end, his trembling hands cupped Cartman's face and he closed his eyes gently as Cartman tenderly explored his mouth.
The kiss ended prematurely and Cartman and Kyle gazed at each other longingly, finding each other all over again, not knowing what to do next. They saw each other, immersed in the gleaming pools of their irises and something swelled and retreated within them. Cartman smiled thoughtfully and pressed their foreheads together, wiping away the saliva that still connected their lips while Kyle reached out for Cartman, brushing away the hair that fell into his caramel eyes.
Cartman sat up on his knees, taking his shirt off and tossing it aside. The lustrous shade in Kyle's eyes quirked and his legs subconsciously spread at finally seeing Eric so provocatively. Holy fucking shit, Kyle thought, he's beautiful He never realized how tall Eric was, how broad his shoulders were, how he could easily pick Kyle up and carry him over his shoulder if he was so inclined. But it was the puppy fat that still clung to him, how muscle threatened to flex from his chunky arms and legs and how Eric was blushing and smiling shyly, running a quivering hand self-consciously through his chestnut hair that made Kyle bite his lip and blush too. Beautiful and Kyle would bet that Eric didn't even realize it.
Cartman watched Kyle curiously as he started to greedily kiss his way up Cartman's stomach and chest. Cartman was laughing shyly when Kyle kissed his forehead, both sitting on their knees and laughing into each other mouths before they kissed again. Cartman squeezed Kyle's hips and pulled him closer, as Kyle wrapped his arms around Cartman's neck, tangling his fingers in his hair.
"Want you, Kahl" Cartman mewled, in between heated kisses, surprised by his own admission.
"Hmm" Kyle whimpered, unbuttoning his own jeans before pushing Cartman back on the bed.
Kyle smirked as Cartman stared up at him, wide-eyed and breathlessly aroused. But it wasn't long before Cartman arrogantly smirked back, parting his legs for Kyle to come closer. Cartman almost bucked his hips and groaned wantonly at the thought of Kyle's arousal meeting his own.
Kyle grabbed hold of Cartman's wrists, pinning him to the bed as he moved in closer. Their lips skidded across each other, neither of them wanting to break this inexplicably wonderful suspense. But with a sudden roll of his hips, Kyle's arousal frotted against the hardened manhood in Cartman's boxers and it was when Cartman threw his head back and unabashedly cried out in wonderful relief did Kyle lick his mouth open.
They frotted slowly and deeply for a while, Kyle's grip on Cartman's wrists tightening when the dry, heated pleasure seemed to cool excruciatingly, sending a sweet shiver to crawl down his spine. Cartman bucked his hips in time with Kyle's thrusts and his eyes rolled to the ceiling before descending into delicious darkness where all he could register was Kyle's tongue working his own, his flaring grip on his wrists and the searing, coarse heat that perfectly complimented the dampness of his boxers.
Cruelly, Kyle's tongue slipped from Cartman's mouth, he whined irritably at the empty, wet sensation that Kyle had left. But closed his eyes in relief when Kyle started to collar his neck with red, swollen lovebites.
Kyle's own groans and sighs of pleasure permeated Cartman's throat, wracking his body like sobs.
"Oh" Kyle breathed out, shaken, into Cartman's ear, grinding his hips harder into Cartman's groin and biting at his earlobe when he moaned.
"Want my mouth on you?" Kyle asked huskily, his tongue in Cartman's ear.
Cartman nodded, turning his head for Kyle's grateful lips to collide with his own. They both smiled, intoxicated.
Cartman's wrists ached when Kyle freed them from his grip, his fingers instead trailing down Cartman's body at the same hungry yet indulgent pace as his full, plush lips. Cartman's fingers paled as he expectantly clawed them into the mattress, the closer Kyle's mouth was to his boxers, the more Cartman could feel every untouched, helpless nerve igniting and succumbing more and more to the submission Kyle was leading him to.
Kyle sat up on his knees, his panting laced with a guilty, illicit pleasure at the thought of taking whatever was hidden in those boxers, in his mouth. His quivering fingers ran through his already tousled hair and although Cartman didn't want any assuring or considerate questions, Kyle's lush green eyes met Cartman's with a questioning gaze. Are you sure?
Feeling the last shred of reluctance catch fire and be swallowed whole by his glowing nerves, Cartman nodded.
The coy, sexy half smirk Kyle offered was enough to make Cartman doubly sure of what was about to happen. Kyle's fingers felt warm and moist when they carefully pulled at Cartman's boxers and he raised his hips slowly to help Kyle take them off.
Cartman was unsure whether Kyle even touched him, as his pale, slender fingers seemed to ghost across his flesh without any contact at all. His boxers landed on Kyle's bedroom floor and for the first time in his life, he was naked in front of somebody who made his heart recklessly race, who he desperately wanted and who made him feel brave and vulnerable at the same time. It almost made Cartman laugh, but he didn't. Instead he just shyly smirked, humbled by how wonderfully crazy this all was.
And the way Kyle was staring at him. Like he wanted him back, like Cartman was all that mattered. It made Cartman's heart leap into his throat and punctuate every blink.
Kyle swallowed, his throat dry and hot when he silently lifted Cartman's legs, separating them without protest. Kyle's lips felt molten against the sensitive skin on Cartman's thighs and Cartman didn't know whether it was the deep throbbing kisses, the sensual, teasing bites or the way Kyle's curls brushed against his skin; But Cartman felt emptied. His toes flexed as his calves hung limp, his knees bruising Kyle's shoulders and he felt emptied of doubt, insecurity, home and everything else that existed beyond the lucid cosmos of this still strange bedroom, Kyle's mouth and the tempestuous attraction between them.
Cartman choked on his own surprised gasp as Kyle delicately pinched and rolled back his foreskin that sheathed the purple, glistening head that lay beneath. Cartman's quivering member already shone with pre-cum, allowing Kyle to easily slide most of Eric's seven inches into his mouth. When Cartman cried out and bucked his hips at Kyle's wet heat enveloping his cock, Kyle loosened his jaw and instead let his talented tongue lick up the shaft, while his hand kept a teasing, relaxed hold on the base, loving how even the slightest move of his thumb could drive Eric crazy.
Cartman burned beautifully under the honeyed finesse of Kyle's mouth and his slick tongue, working him until Cartman admitted some kind of defeat. His fingers struggled for much needed purchase on the mattress, Cartman feared that if he didn't keep some semblance of control he'd be lost to Kyle's incredible seduction forever. But was that really such a bad thing?
"Thick" Kyle moaned mindlessly to himself before his jaw tightened and he began to rhythmically suck at Eric's girth again. Kyle felt he had lost the ability to form complete sentences as soon as they entered the bedroom. Cartman chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes to the ceiling in acceptance of Kyle's dominance over him but it wasn't long before Cartman was back admiring Kyle's display, struggling to keep his searing eyes open.
Kyle gasped hotly as he released Cartman's manhood and his mouth instead went to his balls; Kissing them and laving at the sac with his skillful tongue.
"Christ" Cartman whispered, sultry and ragged to the ceiling. His balls tightening with the promise of an orgasm. "Fuck me..."
"What?" Kyle asked, his eyes widening with excitable surprise. His own hardened cock twitching in his unbuttoned jeans at hearing those two wantonly sweet words.
"I said, fuck me" Cartman growled, unsure if he meant to.
Kyle crawled up Cartman's body, staring at him with lusty, affectionate eyes as he gently ran his fingers through Cartman's damp hair.
"Yes, sir" Kyle smirked, licking his teeth and smashing his lips hard against Cartman's, becoming more tender when a veil of crimson appeared to shimmer on both their mouths.
As Kyle reached over and fumbled in his dresser drawer for his lube, Cartman was busy exploring Kyle's mouth with his tongue and pulling off Kyle's jeans and boxers.
"Mmm" Kyle moaned, their naked bodies frotting as they kissed wildly. His voice was gravelly as he whispered into Cartman's mouth "Turn around..."
So Cartman did as he was told, for once in his life. He blushed madly at the position he was in, so lewd and sensual, his heartbeat becoming asphyxiatingly loud at the thought of Kyle being that close to him and what it would feel like. Cartman panted into the pillow, out of both pleasured exhaustion and inexplicable, cloyingly nervous excitement.
Kyle, meanwhile, was coating his fingers in lube and drinking Eric in; the fluid, ever so slight movement of the muscles in his broad shoulders, the way his pre-cum was making a mess of his comforter and how addictive his passion was. Kyle would've greedily soaked up every last drop until the both of them extinguished fervently together if he could.
Kyle's fingers splayed over Cartman's just as affectionately and reassuringly as they did at the coffee shop and Cartman felt the same sense of heady attraction when he felt Kyle's damp chest against his back. Kyle's perfect lips skimmed the milky skin of Cartman's broad shoulder and kissed their way to Cartman's ear. And just hearing Kyle's lusty, labored breathing was enough to make Cartman arch his back, causing Kyle's erection to stroke his heavy, tight balls.
Kyle groaned in Cartman's ear at the contact his member recieved, sending a lax, iced teardrop to roll down Cartman's spine.
"You really are something else, huh?" Kyle whispered, tracing the shell of Cartman's ear with his tongue.
"I don't know about that" Cartman laughed, his words threatening to evaporate under the flimsy, sizzling air.
"Believe me, you are" Kyle reassured, his wet hand slipping between Cartman's thighs before tentatively sliding a finger into his opening.
Cartman gritted his teeth and shuddered at the unusual sensation, unable to grasp the tremor of pleasure he had felt. His hand fiercely gripped the sheets and he felt Kyle's coarse palm skid across his tensed knuckles, as Kyle squeezed his hand in reassurance.
Soon, a second finger was added, pushing past the ring of muscle. The kisses Kyle peppered on Cartman's shoulder and jaw and the gentle scissoring motion of his fingers inside him made that tremor of pleasure shake more vehemently without preamble and Cartman found himself moaning mindlessly into the mattress.
Cartman cried and arched his back when Kyle found the plushed rose of his prostate, a white-hot, silky zenith that, with Kyle's heavenly touch, set Cartman ablaze. Kyle bit at Cartman's writhing shoulder playfully, almost crying out himself at the potent, heady taste of carnal sweat and blood.
"Now" Cartman demanded bonelessly, swallowing the stagnant amylase in his mouth "Please, fuck me, Kahl, please..."
With his eyes half lidded and his body wracked with a zealous lust, Kyle nuzzled and panted into Cartman's hair "Yeah..."
Cartman squirmed at suddenly feeling empty, Kyle's hand moving to his hip, presumably so he could easily slide his cock in. And just thinking that sparked a jolt of pleasure in Cartman's groin, the embers burning in his thighs.
Their fingers, so closely intertwined, creaked when Kyle eased himself inside Cartman, the both of them shattering with the force of each other. Kyle cried helplessly into Cartman's shoulder, while Cartman seemed to falter, biting back a scream until he could taste blood in his mouth, his forehead buried in the mattress and his plexus seemed to weaken with submission.
But he could hear Kyle panting in his ear, trying to string a coherent sentence together and Cartman unabashedly loved how somebody as poised and unshakeable as Kyle could feel such overpowering desire for him. Planting feeble kisses on his back, Kyle rolled his hips and drove deeper, hissing hotly as Eric's walls tightened around him and a bittersweet vein of pleasure seemed to ghost around his throbbing erection. Meanwhile, Cartman managed to snap his trembling hips back, allowing Kyle to stretch him until he was balls deep.
"Kahl" Cartman moaned, his voice laced with a sob, biting back hot tears.
"Eric" Kyle breathed out roughly. With a lewd groan, Kyle pulled out halfway, his body sighing with pleasure at hearing Cartman cry softly, before driving back in. Kyle's voice felt small, eroding into a sizzling whisper "Like that?"
Cartman nodded, his fingers flexing under Kyle's grip.
As if to weaken the violent, wild passion that roared within them both, they fucked hard and rough at first. The pain seamlessly unraveling into insatiable, blind pleasure for Cartman. Every deep thrust inside him, every bite and steely kiss that marred his skin and every hungry, gratified moan Kyle made that Cartman knew was all for him; Made him cry and groan with unadulterated passion. In Kyle's control, he felt limp and numbed from anything else besides the pleasures, grand and slight, that Kyle offered him. The most exhillirating hurt that Cartman thought he would never experience, let alone enjoy. His body pressed into Kyle's bed, his scent pervading his nose, his taste still in his mouth, his groans and sighs of pleasure rattling through his liquefied mind and their bodies intertwined; Kyle had consumed him.
"Fuck, Eric-" Kyle groaned, unable to finish his sentence as another implosion of pleasure silenced him. He nuzzled into Cartman's hair, his mouth reaching out for more desperate kisses and his fingers twitched in Cartman's hold. God, he was drowning in Eric. His cries and moans like a siren's call in the shell of Kyle's ears, sending an intoxicating reverb throughout him. His tight heat swallowing and engulfing Kyle over and over.
After the sweat had cooled and the lust had melted, golden and translucent, the two of them both slowed. Time had become intangible, dismissing the seconds, minutes and hours that had seemingly passed by. They shivered, their skin dewed and Kyle rolled his hips slowly and tenderly, rocking Eric's body in a maddeningly beautiful pleasure. Cartman moaned longingly, he felt his own hot, moist breath as he sighed against the sheets, mouthing the word "yes" over and over until the word just became a leitmotif to their carnal symphony. Kyle cried weakly at the word, silently begging for it to never stop rolling from Cartman's sweet tongue.
"Eric" Kyle whispered, his voice thick with the need to cry out "Look at me"
And so Cartman did, his eyes a poisonous shade of gold, lidded and exhausted. The both of them were panting shallow breaths, coated with sweat and just as blissfully strung out and wrecked as the other. They stared hazily into each other's eyes as they rocked together, their lips once again imagining the kisses they could exchange.
"Say 'yes' again" Kyle begged, kissing Cartman's jaw but never taking his eyes away from him.
"Yes" Cartman weakly smiled, his mouth trembling. "Kahl, I'm close..."
"Me too" Kyle nodded, panting and kissing Cartman's temple.
Kyle's hand moved from Cartman's moving hip and slid between his thighs, pumping his dripping cock. Cartman jolted and whimpered, his lips meeting Kyle's in a struggling kiss. Their tongues licked at their lips and Cartman fucked Kyle's hand, his body aching with the need to orgasm.
Kyle thrusted hard into Cartman and bit at his stinging lips when he came heavily. The rush of heat inside him made Cartman shiver and as Kyle slipped his softening cock halfway out, Cartman cringed and whimpered at the hot, white seed that had started to trail down his thighs.
Shortly after, Cartman cried softly and gritted his teeth; coming to Kyle's sporadic thrusts against the warmth inside him and his hand pumping his cock simultaneously. His release was heavy and messy on Kyle's bed, but Cartman's embarrassment about it all was quickly extinguished by the firm kiss that was pressed to his lips.
They eventually collapsed, strung out and shaking.
Wordlessly, Cartman rested his heavy, exhausted head on Kyle's chest; falling asleep to his tuneless heartbeat. Kyle sighed, biting his satisfied smile and he ran a hand through Cartman's drenched hair.
Kyle wished he had a better opening line than: "You're awake" when Cartman woke up. But he was tired himself, refusing to fall asleep when Eric was here. He didn't want him to wake up with no one to talk to.
"I was sleeping?" Cartman asked, his voice sagging and he rubbed at his eyes. He glanced at the messy bed they both were laying on, their naked bodies and Kyle's leg wrapped limply around his own.
"Yep" Kyle nodded and he almost purred at Cartman subconsciously stroking his shoulder.
"Sorry" Cartman blushed, he couldn't stop staring at Kyle no matter how many times he tried to peel his eyes away "I was just really tired and-"
"Don't" Kyle replied, his voice hushed "I get it. Today has been really... overwhelming." Kyle paused then, ignoring the vein of pleasure that trembled in his groin at the memory of afternoon's events. "It's fine"
Cartman smiled softly, staring at Kyle's mouth and still feeling gloriously wrecked as he let Kyle hold him.
The both of them wondered how long they could keep this up; contemplating kisses, staring at each other shamelessly and not feeling the need to get dressed. Any amount of time they could fathom was too short but in their current unknown state, their options were infinite and that meant forever was possible. And they kinda liked that.
"What's with the boxes in your living room?" Cartman asked "Are you moving out or something?"
"Really?" Kyle laughed exasperatedly, rolling their eyes "That's the burning question right now?"
"You can't blame me for being curious" Cartman shrugged, his smirk uncontrollable "I mean, you can't even see your furniture there's so many boxes..."
"Well, they're not my boxes" Kyle explained "They're my roommate's"
"Oh" Cartman nodded "You must be psyched that he's moving out"
"Why?"
"Because aren't people supposed to hate their roommates?" Cartman asks "Aren't you supposed to get pissed off when they leave passive aggressive notes on the fridge, or don't do their fair share of the chores or when they don't respect your personal space?"
Kyle laughed and asked wryly "So I'm guessing you're gonna live by yourself?"
"If I can help it" Cartman grinned and Kyle couldn't help but visibly melt. There was something about the way Eric looked when he had just woken up, and not just that, when he had woken up in a post-coital high. It was infuriatingly sexy.
"For your information Stan has never left me any passive aggressive notes, he cleans up whenever he's at home and he's a very private guy" Kyle replied "He's the ideal roommate and my best friend."
God, Cartman shuddered at the thought of living with Kenny. He imagined there would be drug paraphernalia scattered around the apartment, Kenny would lose his key on a regular basis and they would be thrown out of the building before you could say 'rent' due to a drug raid.
"Are you gonna miss him?" Cartman asked, disliking the timid, more sombre tone he suddenly had adopted.
"Of course I am" Kyle frowned, sighing and trailing his foot soothingly up and down Cartman's calf "I've lived with him since college graduation and I know it's not like he's moving to the other side of the world but, we're so close. Still, I'm really happy for him... And Gary"
"Who's Gary?"
"His boyfriend. Ex-Mormon, insanely perfect, but once you get to know him, and tried one of his Rice Krispy squares, he's a nice guy"
"So" Cartman began, not really sure why he was even asking this question "You've known Stan since college, huh?"
"Yep"
"Have you and him ever fucked?" Cartman asked, hating how a horrible blush had rushed to his face.
Kyle nodded, moving closer to Cartman and feeling his cooling body heat.
"Really?" Cartman asked, his eyebrows raising as he tried to picture Kyle having sex with somebody else. Not like he had kidded himself that Kyle hadn't had sex before, it wasn't just the most auspicious of thoughts.
"Yeah, um, in freshman year. At a party in my first week of college" Kyle replied and Cartman adored at how fondly and awkwardly Kyle was smiling, as if the memory was so fervid that Kyle could easily slip into the moment. As if the opportunity was still in front of him. Cartman wondered if when Kyle drank cheap beer or heard the song that was playing as him and Stan were hooking up, did he reminisce. And then he started to wonder, would Kyle fondly recall him too. "We were drunk but I remembered seeing him at orientation and noticing how cute his smile was and when I saw him at that party he came onto me and said he noticed me at orientation too. So, yeah, I was all excited about being free and independent in college and he was too. We wanted to do something wild and stupid, so we ended up doing each other. But the next morning we were hungover and embarrassed and instead of acting like a dick, he was really cool and we've been best friends ever since"
Cartman nodded and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully "Was that your first time?"
"No" Kyle replied, this time clipped and uncomfortable and Cartman couldn't help but wonder why. The hurt Kyle exhibited was intriguing and Cartman wanted to know who had made him feel this way, he was almost offended, but mostly curious "I was in my senior year of high school and it was with some random guy whose name I don't want to remember and he only fucked me because he was bored of his girlfriend... God, he made me feel like an idiot. Like I was worthless, you know?"
Hesitantly, Cartman squeezed Kyle's shoulder when he saw how distant Kyle's gaze was and how he couldn't look at him without revealing the imperfect breaks in his resolve. "Sorry" Kyle whispered, trying to laugh apologetically but failing.
"Don't be" Cartman muttered, it was unnerving having to comfort Kyle. Cartman wasn't sure whether he would be any good at it. "I'm not surprised you don't wanna remember his name, he sounds like a fucking cunt-canoe to me"
"Cunt-canoe?" Kyle laughs, so infectious that Cartman started to laugh too.
"Yeah" Cartman smirked goofily "I may not be a writer but when it comes to cursing, I'm pretty damn eloquent"
"I'm not denying that" Kyle grins, wiping his eyes with his free hand, sinking more into Cartman's protective, strong hold.
Before either of them could stop it, they had slipped into a comfortable silence where no words needed to be spoken. It was just the sounds of the city and the pounding of their hearts. It wasn't the kind of silence that people who have known each other for less than forty eight hours should've so easily shared.
"I just hope that" Kyle began, swallowing nervously before gently cupping the side of Cartman's face and directing his gaze towards him "That your first time was a lot better than mine. Because, believe me, if your first time is hideous then you'll spend years trying to recreate it and make it perfect. And that's a fucking miserable venture"
"Kahl" Cartman began, pulling Kyle effortlessly on top of him and God, did Kyle want to fucking kiss him just because Eric was able to do that "This was amazing. Better than I ever thought my first time would be"
"I'm glad" Kyle gasped, lost in Eric's golden stare, feeling flattered heat prickle at his cheeks.
And as they kissed, naked and their earlier arousal slowly awakening, Kyle couldn't help but sadly and naively wish and ponder what it would've been like if him and Eric's stars had crossed at the same time. At the same, perfectly aligned place. If only the constellations were kind enough, if only they operated under a celestial algorithm.
Cartman had declined Kyle's invitation to stay the night but had agreed to meet up with him again. However, when him and Kyle were kissing goodbye at the door, Cartman was starting to regret his decision. Everything felt so sure and unbreakable at Kyle's place, in Kyle's bed...
And the closer Cartman got to home, the more he felt the distance, the more he felt like something right and real was slipping away from him. Kyle was in Denver and he was on his way back to his hometown, full of strangers he had known all his life, a place that offered no answers.
"Mom?" He had called out inside his darkened house.
Cartman didn't wait for an answer he probably already knew. Instead, he went to the living room and threw himself on the sofa, turning on the TV with no intention of actually watching it.
Cartman blushed as he continued to think about Kyle; how the scent of his apartment was still on his clothes You lost your virginity today how he could headily recall Kyle's body against his You lost your virginity today Kyle's lip on his neck You lost your virginity to a guy you've only just met Kyle's hands on his wrists You lost your virginity to a guy ten years older than you How pleasure had never been so searing, so excruciatingly intoxicating Do you not see a problem with this? Of course you do How inexplicably right it felt You can't take it back now. What do you think Kyle is gonna want with you after this? He's got what he wanted, hasn't he? You. In the most gratuitous way. And you were so stupid and desperate to give it to him. Sure, it may have been amazing but now you're here, all alone and he's in his apartment probably smugly congratulating himself on how he's taken something of yours that, when he once had it, he wasted.
Great, Cartman thought, I'm having a panic attack with nobody around to calm me down or no way to stop it. He tried to breathe but the anxiety had even greedily seized that and left him defenseless. The TV seemed to drone louder, mockingly and his vision became starry and cloying as passing out became a favorable option.
Kyle. Kyle, he could call Kyle! No, wait, he couldn't. Kyle didn't want to hear his anxious, paranoid self trying to string a sentence together over the phone.
Cartman called Kenny instead, praying he would be able to talk.
"Hey there, sports fan!" God, Cartman had never been so happy at hearing that stupid term of 'endearment'
"Hey, dude, listen, I need to talk to you..." Cartman choked on every word, he hoped it wasn't noticeable.
"Sure" Kenny replied breezily "What's up?"
"You remember me telling you this morning how I was meeting that guy I from the bar?" Cartman asked "Kahl?"
"The cute, scotch-drinking redhead?" Kenny asked "Of course I remember! How did it go? Was it awkward or did you let him down gently?"
Cartman swallowed what could've been anxious vomit at the back of his throat before replying "Uh, actually, he's a really cool guy and we ended up going back to his apartment and um, having sex"
Where Cartman was expecting some crude rejoice for Kenny's "Little Eric" finally popping his cherry, instead there was a cold, spiteful "Oh"
Cartman furrowed his eyebrows and felt confusion erode his previous anxiety "What do you mean, 'oh'?"
"Nothing, man" Kenny replied unconvincingly before his tone became bitterly impatient "So, what, why are you calling? Couldn't this have waited until a more reasonable hour? You do realize it's two AM don't you?"
"No, I didn't" Cartman snapped "And since when do you care about what time people call you?"
"When it's a booty call, I'm all for it" Kenny replied, struggling to shift the irritation from his voice "When it's boring, mundane shit like this then I can think of better things to do. Like sleeping, for example"
"Whatever, cocksucker, and me calling you didn't seem like such a big deal a few minutes ago!" Cartman snapped, pissed off and planning on kicking Kenny's ass "This isn't boring, mundane shit, I need advice! Isn't that worth being woken up for?"
"Fine" Kenny sighed out of both guilt and an unwillingness to argue anymore "What is it?"
Cartman was sure that Kenny was going to hang up during the thoughtful, unsure pause that barely kept them connected.
Finally, Cartman asked "Is there something wrong with me for sleeping with Kahl so soon?"
The sigh Kenny made crackled warmly. "No" Kenny smiled exasperatedly, Cartman sounded too infuriatingly adorable "There isn't. Did you like it? Was it good?"
"It was amazing, Kenny..." Cartman replied honestly, biting his lip to control the fond smile on his face. "But I think he may be amazing too, God, I can't explain it-"
"Then you've got nothing to worry about." Kenny replied weakly "Listen, I gotta go but you can tell me more when I see you tomorrow, right? Breakfast at your house still cool?"
"Dude, you've been doing this every Sunday since ninth grade, it'll always be cool" Cartman laughed, rolling his eyes before hanging up.
When Stan arrived at Kyle's apartment to collect his boxes, he came bearing bagels.
"Something looks different about you..." Stan suspiciously remarked as him and Kyle sat opposite each other, cross-legged on the bare island in Kyle's kitchen.
"What do you mean?" Kyle asked, too distracted by the deliciousness of one of the aforementioned bagels to really pay attention.
"Like, I dunno, you look refreshed" Stan shrugged, dusting crumbs off a faded band t-shirt that he bought when he was stoned at a concert. "Brighter. If you were a woman I'd think you were pregnant"
Kyle rolled his eyes and smirked wryly "Well, I'm not pregnant, genius"
"Really?" Stan sardonically replied, with widened eyes to really drive the sarcasm home "Jesus Christ, you know this is the first time I've noticed your lack of tits and vagina?"
"Is it old age that's making you more of a sarcastic queen?" Kyle asked, narrowly dodging a napkin that was thrown his way by a less-than-amused Stan.
"Dude, I'm not a queen and I'm not old" Stan glared, the thought of becoming a boring, cynical old guy terrified him and yet he also feared turning into his father who attempted to be youthful way beyond his time "Talk to me when I'm thirty and it'll be a different story."
"Anyway, my sudden vitality may have something to do with the fact that I had sex yesterday." Kyle smugly stated, taking a victorious sip of his latte as he did so.
Which he almost choked on as Stan lunged across the table excitedly. As much as he loved Gary, it was kinda nice to live like a bachelor vicariously through Kyle. "Oh my God! I need details! With who? Is it someone we know?
Kyle laughed and petted Stan's head in an effort to calm him down "It's not someone we know..."
"That's even better!" Stan gushed, calming down somewhat and inching away from a clearly scared Kyle "Okay, what's his name? Is he tall? What's his body like? Is he a good kisser? Does he give good head? Where did you meet? Does he have a big dick?"
"Woah, dude, calm down before you choke on your bagel." Kyle warned, tempted to remove food and drink from the area to lessen the possibility of a trip to the emergency room.
"Sorry, I'm just excited..." Stan blushed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and reminding himself that he was usually a lot more composed and indifferent than this. He wasn't voted 'Ice King' in his high school yearbook for nothing. Yes, his high school did give out this, some would say offensive, 'honor'.
"Clearly" Kyle replied, rolling his eyes.
"Please just answer my questions?" Stan whined.
"Alright." Kyle sighed, taking a sip of his coffee and rubbing his tired eyes. God, why did Stan have to come over so early? "What were they again?"
Stan cleared his throat and started to list the questions off his fingers; "Name. Height. Body. Good kisser. Skilled at fellatio, yay or nay. Where you met and length of cock, please."
"Eric"
"Good name" Stan nodded "Is that Celtic?"
"Nordic"
"Ah"
"Six foot three"
"You like them tall..." Stan remarked, grinning knowingly.
"Broad shoulders, thick legs, you can tell he plays some kind of sport but all that muscle is... Well covered, shall we say." Kyle felt some tremor of lust catch in the back of his throat. He'd probably think of Eric in the shower later, even though that would only make him more impatient to see him again.
"And chubby..." Stan added, giving Kyle a teasing smirk while Kyle blushed and rolled his eyes. Stan remembered most of Kyle's one night stands either being football players who seemed like walls of fat and muscle, or self-conscious chubby guys who blushed as soon as they left Kyle's bedroom and saw Stan making bacon and eggs in the kitchen.
"I was actually the one performing fellatio"
"Go on..."
"At the gay bar on Colfax Avenue"
"God, you're still going there?" Stan asked despairingly, sighing like the thought physically hurt him.
"Shut up!" Kyle snapped, to hide his embarrassment at the fact he was still going there on Friday nights. Ah, he once remembered that bar being him and Stan's nirvana, extinguishing the stress of their developing adult lives. Now, with the glamour stripped back and out dated, it felt like a dive. "Not all of us are wrapped up in domesticated bliss like you and having sex on a regular basis. You should be proud I'm still managing to find potential sexual partners in there."
"I am proud!" Stan snapped defensively.
"May I also remind you that you met your darling Gary at that gay club, oh, about three years ago?" Kyle pointed out.
Stan rolled his eyes and raised his hands in defense. "Okay, I get it; 'And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?'"
"What?" Kyle asked, his eyebrows knitted together.
"Matthew 7:1-3" Stan beamed, looking like a proud little altar boy on just another Sunday. "God, my parents would be so proud that I'm still a Catholic at heart."
"Don't kid yourself, Stan" Kyle advised. "Can we get back to Eric, now?"
"Sure"
"I'd say about a good seven inches"
"Impressive" Stan nodded approvingly "So, are you gonna see him again?"
"Yeah" Kyle barely said, his thoughts clouded with the unspoiled bliss of yesterday. "We had a good time, so why not?"
"And I'm happy for you, Kyle" Stan grinned, Kyle was a difficult creature; hard to please and painfully resistant to anything he considered to be bullshit. So Stan thanked the lord that Kyle was happy, with no catches to speak of.
Kyle chose to address his bagel instead of Stan when he bluntly confessed "He's eighteen"
"What?" Stan asked, the bagel he was chewing on almost falling from his mouth.
"And I may have taken his virginity yesterday" Kyle continued before rolling his eyes and fidgeting guiltily "Well, I say may but, I definitely know I took his virginity yesterday"
"Jesus Christ, has your ability to think vanished since I moved out?" Stan shouted, in this piercing, accusing, palpably disappointing way that makes Kyle squirm and feel irredeemably terrible. God, it never fails. "Are you having some kind of life crisis that somehow involves you fucking people in their freshman year of college?"
"You haven't moved out!" Kyle reminded him, trying to desperately find an excuse to be mad at Stan "Your boxes are still here!"
Stan stared at Kyle, almost as if he was detecting any signs of insanity that Kyle was adamant he didn't show. "Are you listening to yourself? That's not our biggest fucking problem right now!"
"Our problem?" Kyle shouted incredulously, shaking his head and wanting to throw his bagel at one of Stan's stupid boxes "This isn't 'our' problem, Stan! It's mine! It's my life and I can do whatever I want with it!"
"More like do whoever you want..." Stan muttered meanly, and in Kyle's opinion, unfairly.
"Fuck you" Kyle snapped, his face angrily warm and he felt some defensive adrenaline course through him that he wasn't sure he should feel. "And he's actually in his senior year of high school"
Stan froze then, giving Kyle a look of both furious disbelief and one that called his sanity into question.
"I don't know how that makes it better..." Kyle muttered, taking a small bite of his bagel.
Then Stan reacted in the way Kyle was dreading; he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed sharply.
"Kyle" Stan whined, irritably "What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't!" Kyle snapped, exhaling in distress "I wasn't thinking! I mean, well, of course I was. I was thinking about him, okay?"
"You're a smart guy, Kyle!" Stan said, shaking his head "How could you throw away your common sense to a kid in high school!"
"Because he's not just some kid in high school!" Kyle argued, pained at thoughts of Eric lying in his bed, biting his lip and all the things he said at the coffee shop that made Kyle want to listen "He's like nobody I've ever met before!"
"You don't know him!"
"But I want to get to know him! Why is that so hard for you to understand?"
"Because it's not that simple!"
"What's so fucking difficult about it?" Kyle asked before he could stop himself, although the question made him squirm.
"Because there's a decade between you, God damn it!" Stan yelled and when he saw the defeated hurt in Kyle's eyes, he softened apologetically because he could see that Kyle knew that. And maybe Kyle didn't need to be reminded, maybe that's why he stopped thinking in the first place. But Stan took a deep breath and continued, more calmly "Maybe it would be easier if he was our age, and you were nearly forty. But... You're at different stages in your lives, he's probably still figuring stuff out and not knowing what opportunities he wants to take while you're becoming more comfortable and learning from your mistakes. And I'm just afraid that those ten years will catch up to you and you'll end up getting hurt, you know?"
"I know" Kyle nodded sadly, too proud to meet Stan's serene, Cobalt eyes. "I like him. I wish I knew why or how, but I like him a lot"
"I'm just trying to help you, dude" Stan explained, brushing his fingers against Kyle's knee softly.
"So what are you saying, Stan?" Kyle asked with a sheen of impatience to his voice.
"Be careful" Stan replied and it almost sounded like a plead.
A/N: God, the first part of this reminds me of how much this fic was inspired by the movie 'Blue Is The Warmest Color'. I owe that movie a lot for the inspiration it provided me for this story!
That sex scene was so difficult to write. I'm so used to writing sex scenes where Cartman and Kyle have been friends for years and have all their history that it was weird writing them having sex where they hardly knew each other.
Oh, and Kenny. Poor baby. I suck at being subtle.
And I'm kinda proud of Stan and Kyle's conversation, the dialogue was so easy to write and I had such a blast doing it.
Hope you enjoyed!