Chapter 3

Kyle Broflovski and Eric Cartman sat beside each other playing videogames on the couch in Eric's living room.

Eric was in pretty high spirits. Without Kenny playing, he actually had a shot at not getting killed off constantly.

"Hah! Take that!" The husky boy chimed.

"You're only winning because Kenny isn't here."

"Nuh-uh. I'm just that good."

The brunette then paused the game, and turned to the redhead. "Hey, Kyle? You wanna… do that thing real quick?"

Kyle felt himself blush. "Oh, uh…" The jewish boy twiddled his fingers for just a moment. "...Yeah, ok, sure…"

The two boys hopped up from the couch, and walked over to Cartman's bathroom, locking themselves inside.

Kyle could feel himself get a little excited as he unbuttoned his pants.

"...Wanna both do each other at once?"

'Definitely' Kyle thought to himself, but wanting to sound less eager than he really was, replied, "Sure."

The two boys, after slicking their hands with body oil, positioned themselves in front of each other. Then, they both reached down and began stroking each other.

Kyle rested his head on Cartman's left shoulder. Cartman in turn, rested his head on Kyle's right shoulder. After doing this so many times with each other, the two had almost a pattern they followed.

As he began to feel better and better, Kyle began to pant. Cartman picked up his pace, and Kyle did as well. "Ah!..." Kyle moaned.

"Ah…. hah… that feels... so good, Kahl… ah!" Cartman said against Kyle's shoulder.

"Ah… ah!" Kyle moaned. "I'm… I'm close…"

Cartman sped up even more, sending the other boy to bliss. "Ah! ah...ah!" Kyle moaned, before feeling the familiar sensation of release.

With a final moan, Cartman came as well.

The two boys stayed taught against each other for a few moments panting, and catching their breath. Finally, the two pushed away from each other, but Kyle felt himself reach out and grab Cartman's sleeve.

Kyle felt himself blush, but didn't let go. The heavier boy noticed, and took a step closer to the boy, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and delicately kissed the smaller boy.

Their kiss quickly became deeper and wetter, neither wanting it to end. Eventually, the boys parted, and they took turns washing their hands.

They returned to Cartman's couch, and unpaused their game and continued playing, only now were sitting much closer to each other, their arms brushing against each other when they played, and small smiles on their faces.

Just then, Stan entered Cartman's house via the unlocked front door, took one look at the pair, and with a huff, sat on the ground below them, arms crossed.

"Hey Stan." Kyle said.

Stan didn't reply, but merely huffed in annoyance again. Even though the two had been close like this for a couple months, Stan found himself no less annoyed by it.

At that moment, Stan knew he had to do try to separate them again. This time, for good. And with that thought, Stan stood up and left. If this was going to work, he would need a plan. And some help from his friend Kenny. *******

Kyle was humming softly to himself, in a fairly good mood. "Hey Bobou, where are you going?" Kyle's mother asked, as he opened the front door.

"Just to A friends house." He replied.

When the front door to Cartman's house swung open, Kyle was greeted with a fairly excited Cartman.

"Hey Cartman. Whats up?"

"Hey Kyle. Come in."

After Kyle stepped in, he was partially dragged up to Cartman's room. When they got there, Cartman finally said. "Guess what?"

Kyle shrugged. "What?"

"Well, I was just looking up random things on the internet when I read something interesting. You know that… special thing we do sometimes?"

Kyle felt himself blush, and rubbed his arm shyly. "Yeah."

"well, I read that there is a way to do it that feels way better then using your hand."

"Really? How?"

"It said that is a person uses their mouth instead it will feel way better."

"...How are you supposed to do it?"

"You just… well I was going to ask if you want to try it together?"

"I don't know…" Kyle replied, unsure. "I don't know if i'd be any good at it..."

"That's okay, I can try it on you first. So do you wanna try? My mom isn't home right now, so we can try it on my bed."

"No way. What if Stan or Kenny comes over? We should atleast go in your bathroom."

"Alright. C'mon then." The two boys walked over to Cartman's bathroom and closed the door behind them.

"I think it'd be easier if you sit down somewhere."

"Oh, ok…" Kyle sat down. He felt a little nervous.

"I think your gonna have to take your pants completely off so it's easier."

Kyle did so, only feeling slightly embarrassed since he hadn't done this before.

Cartman got down on his knees in front of Kyle. "You ready?"

"I think so… but don't you need lotion?"

"No, It said that you don't need it when you use your mouth."

"Okay… well, I'm ready…"

Cartman felt himself blush a lot, and scooted closer. He wrapped his small fingers around the other boys sensitive organ, and finally dipped his head down until it was partially in his mouth.

Kyle gasped by the sudden warm and wet sensation.

Remembering reading how to do it, Cartman took it entirely in his mouth and began gently sucking on it whilst moving back and forth.

Kyle gasped again by how good it felt, and began moaning. He instinctively grabbed onto the back of Cartman's head.

"Ah.. ah!"

Cartman began moving faster, using his tongue to see if it helped make him feel better, which were responded with gasps and moans of pleasure.

"Ah! Ah… ah, Cartman, I'm-" Kyle said between moans.

Suddenly,Kyle felt the familiar feeling of release, and in a panic pulled his hands away. "S-sorry!"

Cartman got up, and spat something into the sink. "I-I'm really sorry," Kyle sputtered, "I didn't even realize-"

"Relax, Kyle, It's fine, I spat it out anyways."

Kyle sighed in relief before chuckling slightly. "Oh… good…"

"So how did it feel?" Cartman asked.

"I… I think it felt good…" Kyle replied, slightly flustered, as he put his pants back on.

"Wanna do it to me now?"

"Uh…" Kyle twiddled his fingers, "I don't know if I can..."

"It's okay, You don't have to If you don't want to." Cartman replied.

Kyle felt kind of guilty, but wasn't sure if he could go through with returning the favor. Atleast, not right now.

"Wanna play some video games?"

"Yeah, sure." Kyle replied.

As the two boys tapped away at buttons, Kyle felt less and less guilty, and was just happy to be spending time with the larger boy.*******

It was a simple plan, but Stan figured it would work. Kenny had agreed to help, too.

"Hey Kyle." Stan said cheerfully to his best friend when they met up at school.

"Hey Stan. What's up?"

"Well, actually, I have something to tell you…"

"What?"

"Well, It's something Cartman said about you when you weren't around…"

"Wow, Kyle really said that about me?" Cartman asked his friend Kenny.

"Mmm hmph." Kenny replied.

"Huh…"

Kyle met up with Cartman at lunchtime. He sat across from him.

"Hey Cartman."

"Hey Kyle."

"So, um… Stan told me you were talking badly about me."

"Kenny said the same thing to me about you."

"Huh. Well, I never did. Did you?"

"Of course not." Cartman replied.

"Weird… why would they lie to us?" Kyle asked, perplexed. Neither boys really understood why, so merely continued eating their lunch and enjoyed each others company.

Stan looked over at Cartman and Kyle. They were sitting together and… talking. They didn't seem mad at eachother at all!

"Drat" Stan cursed, "It appears my plan didn't work…"*******

Cartman and Kyle were playing videogames at Kyles house, and having a good time. Kyle's parents were home, but were busy doing their own thing.

Cartman suggested they go upstairs, and Kyle obliged.

When the two boys got upstairs, Cartman grabbed Kyle's hand. "Wanna try that new thing again?"

Kyle felt himself blush. To be completely honest, It had been all Kyle could think about these past few hours. When It first happened, It had seemed a bit weird and embarrassing, but now it was all he wanted. Not wanting to come off as enthusiastic as he really was, Kyle simply replied with, "Sure, okay…"

"Where do you wanna do it?"

"Let's go to my bedroom."

"Okay."

The two boys walked over to Kyle's room and Kyle made sure to lock the door so no one could barge in.

"Want me to do you first?"

Kyle nodded, and sat down on the his bed, and shimmied off his pants. He felt a familiar sense of embarrassment and maybe even shame, but felt better when Cartman sat in front of him, a small smile on his face. It felt as if what they were doing was normal, which brought much relief to Kyle.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Cartman leaned down and began sucking Kyle off.

It immediately felt amazing to Kyle, and he grabbed at Cartman's hair, encouraging him to take it deeper.

Kyle couldn't hold in his moans, and felt more amazing than he ever had before. "Ah!Ah… ah, Cartman… that feels… so…" Just a moment later, Kyle felt very close.

"Ah… I'm about to…" He moaned, before feeling the familiar feeling of release.

Cartman immediately got up. "S-sorry, again…" Kyle apologized

Cartman grimaced slightly and wiped his mouth. "It's fine," he replied, "It's really not that bad."

Kyle couldn't help but feel a little bit bad, but couldn't completely brush away the surge of pleasure he had just felt.

"...Do you want me to try it on you?" Kyle asked.

"Only if you're okay with it…" Cartman replied.

Kyle pulled his pants back on.

"It's okay, I can do it."

The two switched places, and Cartman, very shyly, removed his pants. He was very curious how this would feel after watching Kyle's reaction twice, yet felt very embarrassed for some reason.

Kyle didn't waste any time scooching closer to Cartman until he was in range, and without hesitation, leaned down and began sucking him off.

Cartman gasped at the sudden alien feeling, but quickly began to moan in delight from the pleasure it brought.

Remembering what felt best to him, Kyle sped up and took it in as deeply as he could.

"Ah.. Ah!" Cartman moaned loudly, "Keep going… ah…"

Kyle sped up even more, and until Cartman was in a heavenly state, and very close to release.

"I… I'm gonna…" was all Cartman was able to say before feeling a very climactic release.

Very similarly to how Cartman had, Kyle immediately pulled back, and cringed from the unpleasant taste.

Cartman was worried Kyle was gonna freak out or get mad, but instead felt himself get pushed against the bed as Kyle jumped on top on him and began kissing him.

After a moment of surprise Cartman began kissing him back, Kyle pushing their bodies flush against each other.

Their mouths tasted a bit weird, but in a way, this made their kiss even better.

When they finally finished kissing, Kyle scooted down, and the two cuddled. It wasn't until they heard a knock at Kyle's door when his mother checked on him, that they were brought out of their daze and back into reality.

After a mutual awkwardness, the two went back downstairs and played videogames for a while longer. ********

"Okay Kenny, It's simple, I'm gonna slip this note into Kyle's locker, and you slip your note into Cartman's, okay?"

"Mmm mmph." Kenny replied.

"Alright., good. You sure you know which locker is Cartman's?"

"Mmmmph mmph mmph mmph mmmph."

"Okay, good. Glad to know that."

After their brief discussion, they two boys split to commit their evil deed.

When Kyle opened his locker later that morning, he noticed a small envelope that had not been their prior, and picked it up. After opening it, he read it. The letter was from Cartman, telling him that he didn't want to hang out together anymore. Kyle found this a bit odd and sudden. Why would Cartman write him a letter saying this instead of just saying it to him in person? Unless… It wasn't really from Cartman. Kyle studied the handwriting. It… looked like Cartman's handwriting, but it could have just been folded the letter back up. He'd just have to confront Cartman to find out the truth.

When Cartman found his letter, he quickly opened it and read it. Cartman frowned. This couldn't be real, could it? Was Kyle upset about oraling pleasing him yesterday? Had he felt forced to, and was now mad at him? But, Cartman had not pressured him at all, and they even cuddled afterward… and he had acted normally this morning…

Cartman crammed the letter to the back of his locker. He would just have to confront Kyle and find out. Cartman found himself frowning, hoping it was just a joke.

. Later that day, at the end of school, Kyle caught sight of Cartman down the hall. Cartman looked over back at him, and frowned. He had a pitiful sad face, like someone had just kicked him in the shin.

Could it be that Cartman had found a forged letter in his locker too?

Kyle couldn't help but chuckle slightly at this thought, as he looked at Cartman's pitiful expression.

Kyle walked over to Cartman, his small smile reassuring the heavier boy.

"Hey Cartman."

Cartman gave Kyle a look of surprise. "Hey Kyle…" There was a pause, "I got your note…"

Kyle chuckled, "Dude, that wasn't from me. I got one too, saying that you wanted space from me."

Cartman lifted an eyebrow at his friend. "Wait, you mean someone forged us both letters from each other?"

Kyle offered the heavier boy his hand, and with a smile said, "Yep."

Cartman took his hand in his own.

"What an asshole." Cartman replied, though he was smiling.

"But, Cartman… maybe we should spend some time apart."

Cartman frowned. "Whaddya mean?"

"Well, whoever wrote us these fake notes pry wants us apart pretty badly. Maybe we should act a little less close at school, just for a few days."

Cartman was thoughtful for a moment. "Okay." He replied.

The two boys walked over to the bus together, but decided to sit apart.

"Dude, Kyle. Over here." Stan patted the seat beside him.

Kyle sat down beside his best friend. "Hey Stan."

The bus began to move, and Stan noticed that Cartman was sitting very far away, no where near Kyle. Good. Maybe his plan had worked.******

It was Friday, and Cartman was in a pretty low mood. Avoiding Kyle all day wasn't as easy as it sounded. It was no fun at all. He kept having to stop himself from walking up to him.

Cartman walked outside of the back entrance of the school, which he did sometimes to pout.

Cartman didn't hear the sound of the double doors open behind him, but he did feel when two arms wrapped around him from behind.

"Hey." Kyle said.

Cartman felt a little confused. "I thought we weren't supposed to hang together at school."

"I don't see anyone around, do you?"

Cartman smiled. "I guess not." Cartman placed his hands over Kyles. He felt a bit silly just standing there being hugged, but didn't want to move away either.

After a moment, Kyle asked "Wanna come over to my house?"

Cartman wasn't sure why, but he felt himself blushing a little. "Sure, that sounds cool."

After hearing the sound of the bus driving off, the two walked over to Kyle's house.

When opened the front door to let her son in, she paused for a moment. Next to her son was Eric.

"Well, aren't you two cute, holding hands."

The two boys stepped in. "Y'know Kyle, I'm really happy to see you and Eric getting along so well lately."

"Yeah, Whatever." Kyle replied, as the two ascended the stairs towards Kyle's room.

The two set down their backpacks on the floor. "So what do you want to do?" Kyle asked.

To Kyle's surprise, Cartman was quite, his face slightly pink. Cartman grabbed Kyle's hands. "Sorry Kyle, It's just I had to avoid you all day…"

Kyle felt himself blush, unsure how to react.

"Wait one second." Kyle walked over to his door, closing it. He then walked back over to the heavier boy.

"Hey Cartman, I'm kind of tired… do you want to lay down on my bed with me and cuddle?"

Cartman smiled. "I'd like that, Kyle."

They both slid off their heavy coats, wearing just t-shirts. Kyle climbed onto his bed, and Cartman followed suite. The two got comfortable together, their small limbs intertwined as they embraced each other, small smiles on their faces. ******

Twenty minutes later, the two were practically asleep, when the sound of Butters slamming Kyle's door open woke them up.

"Hey Fellas!"

Butters approached the two, who both sat up.

"Dude, what the hell Butters?" Cartman asked, upset over being woken up. Kyle rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

"Huh, were you two asleep?"

"Well, we were, until you woke us up." Kyle answered.

"aw gee, I'm sorry."

Butters eyed the two curiously. "I-I looked everywhere for you Eric."

"What for?"

"We have an assignment together, remember?"

Cartman remembered. Earlier that day, had 'surprised' the entire class last minute with an elaborate two person project. Cartman had tried to ask Kyle if he wanted to be partners, but Stan had swooped in and asked Kyle first. And somehow, he ended up being partners with Butters.

"How could I forget?" Cartman replied, sarcastically.

"W-well, don't ya think we should get started on it?"

"Can't we start on it over the weekend?"

"I-I don't know, It's gonna take a pretty long time to finish, and it's due monday. I think we should start on it now."

With a sigh, Cartman reluctantly agreed. "Alright, fine, I guess it wouldn't hurt to finish it early."

Cartman began scooching of Kyle's bed, when he felt Kyle grab onto his sleeve. Cartman looked back at Kyle and got the message.

"Alright Butters, I'll help you, but wait outside of Kyle's house for me, alright? I'll be right there."

"Gotcha!" Butters replied, before turning and leaving out the door, his footsteps echoing.

Cartman turned back to Kyle, and leaned down to give him a gentle goodbye kiss. They were so used to it, neither thought of it as odd, and after an exchange of two casual goodbyes, Cartman was gone.

Cartman met Butters outside as promised.

"There ya are Eric! Alright let's get started!"

Cartman rolled his eyes. "I can't wait."********

That weekend, neither boys got a chance to spend any time together, busied with their projects. On monday, that both got passing marks for their projects, but continued their charade of keeping apart.

When it was the end of school, Stan noticed that neither Cartman and Kyle were on the bus. Worried, he turned to his friend Kenny.

"Kenny, Do you see Cartman and Kyle anywhere?"

"Mph emph."

"Do you think that might be fighting?"

"Mmph! Mph mph mmmph!"

"Oh god, what if they're fighting because of what we did?"

"Mmph…"

Stan was thoughtful for a moment. "Kenny, maybe we should tell them what we did. I mean, I actually feel kind of bad for ruining their friendship. As annoying as it was, It was nice that they were getting along so well."

After a minute of thought, Kenny nodded his head in agreement.

The knew what they had to do tomorrow.*********

The next day, Kenny sought out Cartman, and Stan sought out Kyle.

"Mmmph mph… mph mph mph."

Cartman stared at Kenny, slightly surprised. "You wrote that note Kenneh?"

"Mmph."

"Che, whateva." Cartman shot back, casually, "I could totally tell it was forged anyway."

Kenny rolled his eye's, not entirely believing the heavy boy.

"Look Kyle, I'm really sorry. Me and Kenny shouldn't have done it, so we're both really sorry."

Kyle was a bit surprised by Stan's confession. He sighed, and looked at his friend. "You're right Stan, you shouldn't have done that."

Stan frowned, a worried look on his face. "...But since you apologized, I forgive you."

"Thanks, Kyle."

Kyle closed his locker and was about to leave, but Stan stopped him.

"Kyle wait."

"What is it?"

"I want you and Cartman to make up. You guys have been fighting, right? Since It's my fault you were fighting, I want to see that you guys are no longer mad at eachother."

Kyle stared at his friend in a daze. "Fighting?"

"Yeah, Isn't that what you did after school yesterday? Neither of you were on the bus."

Kyle felt very surprised. Stan thought Cartman and him were fighting?

"Please Kyle, I feel awful. Can't you two just make up now?"

Kyle spotted Cartman from across the hall. maybe he could show Stan that the two of them really weren't fighting.

"Alright Stan, if it'll make you feel better."

"Cartman!" Kyle called from across the hall. Cartman looked over at his redheaded friend curiously.

Kyle extended his arms as dramatically as possible.

For a moment, nothing happened, but then Cartman walked up to the smaller boy, and returned the hug.

Stan smiled at the two, feeling reassured, glad they had made up.******

Later that day, the two sat together on the bus ride home.

Kyle was looking out the window before turning to the brunette. "You wanna come to my house again today?"

"Yeah, that'd be cool."

"I'm really tired again today… do you wanna take a nap with me?"

Cartman could feel himself blush a little bit. "Sure okay."

The two jumped at the sound of another person's voice from above them. "Heya fellas!"

Slightly freaked out, the two looked up to see Butters curved over the back of their seat, smiling.

"What the hell Butters?" Cartman said angrily, "You scared the shit out of me! How long have you been here?"

"A- a while now.."

"Were you listening to our conversation?"

"Well… yeah, kind of… Oh but hey, If you two are are taking a nap again, can I join in?"

The two gave him a look like he was crazy, and Kyle answered, "No. You can't. Never ask that again. ever."

"Oh…" The blonde sunk back down into his seat.

True to their word, when the two got to Kyle's house, they cuddled up on his bed, small limbs intertwined, and small smiles on their face.********