Chapter four

It was the weekend, and Kyle was lying on Cartman's bed, playing on his ipad. He thought back to the conversation they had yesterday.

The two, along with all their friends, were now a month into fifth grade. As such, this meant that they were a little older.

Basically what happened was that after an unpleasant experience, the two had come to the agreement to not be as publically affectionate. They just weren't young and cute enough anymore to get away with it anymore.

The reason why Kyle was alone in Cartman's bedroom was because Cartman had left to go buy something. Kyle hopped off the bed, and grabbed his coat. He figured he may as well leave.

When he got downstairs, bid him farewell with a smile, and he left out the front door. When he got home, after a small dinner, he went to bed. He hadn't felt very good that day, and just wanted some rest.*********

Monday morning came as a relief to Kyle Broflovski. He wanted to be once again surrounded by people to get his mind off of his own thoughts. After a quick breakfast, a shower, brushing his teeth, and getting dressed, he headed off to school.

It was a pretty average day, but by lunchtime, an unpleasant thought snagged at his mind. A conversation at the lunch table stole his attention away from his thoughts. His friends were discussing the mock dance (if you could even call it that) that took place a week ago. It was basically just an hour and a half of his fifth grade class huddled in the gym, girls on one end, boys on the other, with a twenty foot gap in between.

Kyle thought back to that dance. If he remembered correctly, he had actually had a pretty fun time.

Stan periodically glanced over to the girls side of the gym. "Dude, do you think Wendy will ask me to dance with her?"

Kyle shrugged. "I don't know. Probably." Kyle glanced around the gym. "Where the hell are the adults?"

"Beats me." Stan replies.

Kyle felt someone pulling on his arm, and turned around to see Cartman. "Hey Kyle, come with me."

"Why?"

"I have to show you something," Cartman said, with a wide grin on his face.

"Okay. Later Stan."

"Later."

Cartman grabbed Kyle's hand, and began leading him towards the doors that led out into the hallway. After they passed thru, Kyle asked, "Aren't we supposed to stay in the gym? What if we get caught?"

"Trust me, I wouldn't worry about that." Cartman replied confidently.

The two stopped in front of a door.

"Hey Kyle, did it seem weird to you that there were no teachers in the gym with us?"

Kyle said, "Yeah, that seemed strange."

Cartman turned the door handle. "Well, this is why."

The two stepped inside, and Kyle gasped. Inside the room, were teachers, including their fourth grade teacher , , and even Principal victoria. But that wasn't the surprising part.

The whole room was smokey, and some of them held what looked like smoking twisted paper in their hands. They also had goofy grins on their faces.

Cartman chuckled. "See? Isn't this hilarious?"

Kyle approached who was sitting on a table. " ?"

"Oh, hey Kyle. What are you doing here?"

"Looking for all of you. I think."

offered Kyle the smoking paper in his hand. "Hey, you wanna a drag of this?"

"Uh, no thanks." Kyle replied. "I'm, uh, gonna go find my friend."

Kyle walked back to Cartman who was taking pictures of everyone with his phone. "C'mon Cartman lets leave. It's kinda hard to breathe in here."

"Alright, just one last picture."

"Hey, get that flashy thing away…" Principal Victoria said, sluggishly waving her arm.

The two boys left the room, and Kyle coughed, trying to get the smoke out of his lungs.

"Haha, did you see that? They were all stoned!"

"I know dude! But let's head back now."

"Or" Cartman said, "We could keep sneaking around."

"Where do you wanna go?" Kyle asks.

"Our classroom. Theres something Ive always wanted to do."

When the two got there, Cartman proceeded to draw any and every inappropriate thing he could think of on the chalkboard, laughing his ass off the entire time. Kyle did his best to suppress a grin as he watched.

"Haha! I can't believe everything right now! Today didn't suck as much as I thought it would."

The two boys were once again in the halls walking towards the gym. "Yeah, well now we can finally head back to the gym-"

Cartman grabbed Kyle's arm, stopping him in his tracks. "Kyle, wait."

"What?"

"How about instead of going back just yet, we do our… special thing first."

"Oh…" It had been a couple of days since the last time the two had done anything, and Kyle realized that he really did want to do it again. "Okay, but really fast."

The two boys made a detour to the boys bathroom, and locked themselves in the large handicap stall.

Cartman excitedly undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled them down the few inches necessary, and Kyle did the same. Even though they had been engaging in this activity for months now, Kyle was surprised that it never stopped being alluring.

"Let's do each other at the same time." Cartman suggested.

Kyle agreed. "Ok."

Cartman reached down and Kyle did the same, and the two began slowly stroking each other.

"Shhccc…" Kyle took in a breath sharply as the familiar feeling wracked his body. Almost like easing into a hot bath, the sensation made him feel warm and dizzy.

They both began moving their hands faster, and were both beginning to feel really good. Cartman was the first to begin moaning, but Kyle was quick to follow him.

"Ah.. I'm really… close… ah…"

"Ah! Me too…"

It wasn't long until Kyle felt a familiar feeling of release, quickly followed by Cartman.

The two caught their breath, leaning against each other for support. "Let's wash our hands." Cartman said.

After washing their hands, Kyle wiped his hands dry with some paper towel before tossing it in the trash.

He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned around. Cartman pulled him into a tight hug, and Kyle, who had no objections, hugged back.

After a moment, Cartman pulled back just a little, and lightly kissed Kyle on the side of his mouth.

This made Kyle's skin tingle.

Cartman stepped back, and pulled the rose out of the front pocket of his tux, and slid it into the front pocket of Kyle's suit.

"Here, you can have that."

When the two walked back into the gym, they were walking very close, and blushing and smiling at eachother. They were only brought back into reality by the sound of Stan's voice.

"Dude! Guys, where have you been? We have to go! My mom's waiting for us!"

The two noticed the gym was partially empty, and followed Stan and Kenny out the door that led outside, to Stan's mom's car, and all four got inside.

Stan, who was sat in the front seat, turned around. "Where the hell were you two?"

"Uh… we were walking around… were we really gone that long?"

"Yeah, dude! You missed like, the entire dance!"

"You have fun, Stanley?" asked.

"I guess."

"Boys?"

"Mmmph mmph mph."

"It was totally lame."

"You weren't even there most of the time, Cartman."

"It was still lame."

As everything sunk in, Kyle absentmindedly noticed that Cartman was holding his hand.

Kenny, who was sitting on the far left, noticed this and chuckled. "Mmmmph mmph."

"Shut up, Kenneh." Cartman said.

"Mmmph, mmph mmmph!"

"I said shut up!"

parked her car on the side of the road. "Is it alright if I let you three boys all out here?"

"Yeah. Thanks for the ride ." The three got out of the car, and the car drove away.

His two friends waved goodbye, and Kyle went inside his house, and went to bed.

...Yeah, he had a pretty good time.

"Hey, you gonna eat that?" Clyde pointed to the uneaten jello on Kyle's tray.

"Uh, no you can have it."

"Thanks."

Kyle suddenly realized something. He needed to talk to Cartman. And soon.******

After school, Kyle found Cartman, and snagged his arm.

"Hey Cartman? I need to talk to you about something. Do you mind if we walk?"

"Okay."

The two boys began walking home together. There was only silence between them at first as Kyle rehearsed what he was about to say in his head. It had been bothering him for a while now, and felt half relieved he was finally going to say it out loud, and half worried about what Cartman's reaction would be.

When Kyle was ready, he stopped Cartman, and lead him into a small clearing to ensure that no one overheard them.

Kyle rubbed his arm. "Cartman, you know how things have changed between us ever since… we started doing that together?"

Cartman looked a bit nervous. "Yeah, what about it?"

Kyle rang his fists together the same way Butters did sometimes, and looked down at the snow.

Kyle took a deep breathe. "Well, I don't want it to just… stop suddenly. And I don't mean just because it feels good. I really feel like we have a special relationship now, and I don't want things to go back to how they were before."

Cartman was silent for moment, but then began to chuckle softly.

Kyle felt his cheeks go red. Did he just say something stupid?

"Kyle, I really wouldn't worry about that." Cartman blushed a little bit as well. "I feel the same way."

"Really?"

"Yeah. As much as fun as it is to make fun of you for being a jew, I like the way things are now much better."

Kyle felt relief wash over him, and felt silly for worrying.

Kyle chuckled, feeling giddy, and beckoned Cartman to come closer to him. "C'mere."

Cartman stepped up to Kyle, and wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

Kyle hugged back, and felt very warm and happy in that moment.

"One other thing." Kyle added.

"What?"

"I want to tell Stan."

"What?" Cartman pulled away a little to meet Kyle's eye. "Whaddya mean?"

"I want to tell him about us."

"You're gonna tell him… what we do together?"

"No, no," Kyle said, a small blush on his face, "I just want to try to him that were… closer than just friends."

"...Do you wanna tell everyone?"

"No, I think it's best if we still keep it to ourselves. But Stan's my best friend, and I think he should know. I think he wonders why we spend so much time together, and this way I think he would understand better."

"What about Kenneh?"

"Nah, he doesn't need to know. Just Stan."

"Sounds fine with me." Cartman held out his hand, "Now let's walk home together. I'll even give you the honour of holding my hand."

Kyle blushed a little. "But, what about our rule?"

Cartman chuckled. "Rules are made to broken, Broflovski."*********

Once Kyle and Cartman (but more specifically Kyle) worked up the nerve to talk to Stan, the two sought him out together.

"Hey, Stan?"

"Hey guys. Whats up?"

Stan mashed the buttons on his controller as he destroyed virtual demons and monsters.

"There's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

"It's about me and Cartman." Kyle and Cartman glanced at eachother before Kyle added, "We… for a while now, we've been more than just friends. We hug and kiss and stuff. That's why we spend so much time together. I just thought you should know."

Stan paused his game, and turned around to look at his two friends. "What?" Stan gawked at the two, noticing their joined hands, something he had gotten so used to he usually didn't even notice, now all too obvious and even seemingly a bit off. "You're joking right?

"No, we're not, But, don't tell anyone. We're keeping it a secret. I just wanted you to know since you're my best friend."

"Yeah, and don't tell Kenny either"

Stan gave the two a look of disbelief. "How long has this been going on?"

"Eight months."

"Eight months?"

Kyle rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. "Sorry it took so long for me to tell you. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow. C'mon fatass."

The two began leaving Stan's room, "Ay! I'm big boned!"

Stan stared at his empty doorframe after they left.

"What?"*********

The next day, At the bus stop, everything seemed normal enough, Stan giving the two a glance now and then, but other then that, everything was normal enough. Kyle's day continued to go as normal until lunch. He had been eating his lunch and listening intently to his classmates discussing the scores of different sports teams, something he took an interest in, when he happened to glance at Cartman, who was sitting across from him. Happy that he had gotten his attention, Cartman grinned at him. Kyle smiled back. Cartman then made the same kind of gesture that one would make when they want someone to follow them, and mouthed the word 'bathroom' before standing up and leaving the table. The others were to wrapped up in their conversation to notice Cartman at all. Kyle waited just a moment, before scooting of his seat himself, and following the brunettes path.

As soon as Kyle entered the bathroom, someone immediately grabbed him by the arm, and slammed him against the wall. What was happening? Was he about to get beat up? Mugged?

His question was soon answered when he felt a familiar pair of lips against his, followed by Cartman forcing his tongue into his mouth. The two kissed for a moment, before pulling apart to catch their breaths, and finally meet eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey…"

Kyle wiped some saliva away from his mouth with his sleeve. "What the hell, Cartman?" Kyle asked, though he was secretly very pleased by what had just transpired. "You brought me all the way here just to do that?"

Cartman swayed back on his heels, and in a sweet voice, said "noooo…."

Kyle lifted an eyebrow. "Then what?"

The two heard shuffling outside the door, and Cartman grabbed Kyle's wrist, and dragged him into the middle stall, locking it.

Cartman pulled the toilet seat down, and sat down. He then patted his lap. "Come here. Sit on my lap."

Kyle crossed his arms. "I'm not sitting on your lap."

"C'mon…" Cartman pleaded.

Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes, but walked over to him, and plopped down onto his lap.

Cartman smiled, and wrapped his arms around him, before beginning to unbutton his pants. Kyle tensed up, feeling slightly self conscious.

Cartman began slowly stroking him, and Kyle welcomed the familiar feeling. After not long, Kyle had began moaning slightly.

The two froze when they heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and three pairs of feet, along with the same banter of conversation Kyle recognized was from their table. He recognized Clyde and Craigs voice as they continued their discussion.

To Kyle's horror, Cartman began stroking him again. Kyle put his hand over his mouth to muffle the moans he couldn't hold back.

'What the hell, Cartman?' Kyle thought to himself.

It wasn't long until (To Kyle's great relief,) the two heard the sound of the group of boys leaving, followed by the door shutting.

Kyle pulled his hand away, and moaned loudly as he felt closer, until feeling the familiar feeling of release.

"Sorry…" Kyle whispered. He then elbowed Cartman in the arm. "What the hell, Cartman? I can't believe you didn't stop!"

"Haha! I can't believe they didn't hear you!" Cartman jeered, and then to his defense added, "It would have sucked for you, if I had stopped."

"Whatever." Kyle said, and stood up, buttoning his pants. "You want me to do you now?"

Cartman stood up to. "You don't have to. C'mon let's go back to eating, I'm hungry still."

The two left the stall, and returned to the cafeteria.*********

It was Wednesday, but school had been cancelled, so Kenny walked down the sidewalk, daydreaming. He eventually came across his friend Stan, who was sat at the curb, his head propped up by his hands. He was frowning, and looked like he was thinking about something.

"Mmmph mmph?"

"Hey Kenny."

The orange clad boy sat down next him.

"Hey Kenny?"

"Mmmph?"

"Have you… noticed anything strange about Kyle and Cartman recently?"

Kenny thought about it, but decided not really. They were just as close as they had been. Kenny pulled his hood down to respond. "Not really."

"Oh."*********

Meanwhile…

Kyle was taking advantage of his day off to catch up on homework. He was at his desk writing, when he glanced at his phone. He decided to text Cartman.

'Whats up?'

A moment later, Kyle's phone began to ring. Cartman was calling him.

He answered, "Hello?"

"Kahl, come over."

"I can't. I'm doing homework."

"Just do it later! I'm bored as fuck."

Kyle sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Alright fine."

Kyle put on his trademark orange coat, and went downstairs. "Mom! I'm going to Cartman's house!" He called.

"Have fun Bobou!"

Kyle walked over to Cartman's house, and was greeted at the door by Cartman, who dragged him upstairs. The two played video games, skimmed the internet for anything new, and did countless other things until…

"...I'm bored again." Cartman moaned, slumped on the ground.

Kyle, who was on his bed, sat up. "Me too."

stepped into the room. "I made you boys hot cocoa."

Cartman stood up, and grabbed one of the mugs. "Sweet."

"Thanks." Kyle said, taking his.

After warning the boys it was hot, left. Cartman stirred his hot cocoa, and then grinned.

"I know what we could do."

"What?"

Cartman set his mug down, and approached Kyle. "I could make you feel good."

"No way! Your mom could walk in on us! That's sick dude!"

Cartman rolled his eyes. "I'll lock the door, dumbass."

Cartman locked his door. "See?"

"Well…" Kyle toyed with his mug, before setting it down on the nightstand. "Alright."

Cartman smiled, and crawled onto his bed, and began undoing Kyle's pants.

"Wait, are you gonna use your mouth?"

"Yeah, so sit still."

Kyle's face turned pink from embarrassment as Cartman began to service him.

"Hah…" Kyle moaned after a little bit.

Cartman began moving faster, and Kyle had to put his hand over his own mouth to muffle all the sounds he was making. He had the sensation that he was melting, as the pleasure wracked his body.

"I'm… ah!.. Close…" He said, before feeling a familiar feeling of release. Cartman pulled back, and Kyle saw that he was blushing as well.

"Uh… s-sorry." Kyle said.

Cartman tried to play back his grimace, "...It's fine…"

Kyle pulled up his pants, and then asked, "Do you want me to do you now?"

"...You don't have to."

Kyle could have left it at that. He could have just said 'fine.' But he didn't. He was sick of Cartman always doing it for him, but not asking him to do it back. He felt guilty enough harbouring this secret from their friends and families. At least let him return the favour.

"It's fine, I want to."

"You really don't have to…"

"I said wanted to, damn it! Now come over here and sit down."

Tentatively, Cartman crawled over, and sat down, and Kyle, though he was embarrassed and his hands were shaking slightly, moved to unbutton Cartman's pants.

Kyle dipped his head down, and Cartman gasped at the first contact.

"Nnngh…"

Kyle started off slowly,but gradually sped up a bit. Cartman shamelessly moaned as he felt closer and closer until...

"Ah! Im.. gonna… hah…"

Kyle pulled away as quickly as possible, and did his best to cope with the unpleasant taste.

"Hah... sorry..."

Kyle wondered for less then a second if he could, before crawling forward, and attacking Cartman with a kiss.

Cartman immediately kissed back, and they began french kissing.

Kyle pressed his knee in between Cartman's legs, eliciting a small whimper from him, before grabbing the back of Cartman's head to deepen the kiss.

Eventually, when the the two separated, the two were to busy catching their breaths to truly indulge in how embarrassed they were.

Once his body once again had the oxygen it needed, Cartman scooted off the bed, and got his hot chocolate, which was finally cool enough to drink.

"Ugh, this tastes horrible."

Curious, Kyle took a sip of his. It tasted fine to him.

"I know what will make this better!" Cartman said, and took Kyle's mug, and unlocked his door, and went downstairs.

Kyle took this time to straighten himself up, until Cartman returned, and handed Kyle back his mug. There was now an abundance of mini marshmallows on top, topped with whipped cream.

"There, that's much better." Cartman said.

Kyle took a sip. It did taste pretty good. A lot sweeter than before.

"So what do you wan-"

"Heya, fellas!" Butters burst in energetically.

"What the fuck, Butters? Didn't I lock my door…? Fuck, I unlocked it to get marshmallows…"

"Ooh, Is that hot chocolate-?"

Cartman swatted his hand away. "Get your own."

"Oh, uh, right." Butters looked between the two. "S-so what are you two up to?"

"Butters, if you have nothing interesting to say, then you better leave."

"Uh- uh…" Butters rubbed his knuckles together nervously. "Did you guys know that 10 percent of people are left handed?" Butters chuckled nervously.

Kyle set his hot chocolate back down, and sat on the edge of the bed and crossed his arms. Kyle realized that the blonde was covered in clumps of snow, and even looked a bit tossed up.

"Butters, what's the real reason you're here?" Kyle asked.

"Uh-uh, no reason…"

Shouting could be heard outside. "Oh hamburgers!"

Butters took one more glance at the two before saying, "Gee, I really wish I had some hot cocoa." And running out of the room.

Cartman shut and locked his door again, mumbling something incoherent, before glancing out his window to see Butters getting pelted with snow balls by the other kids.

Cartman chuckled, before turning around to look at Kyle.

"Hey Kyle?"

"What?"

"Close your eyes."

"...Why?" Kyle could feel his heartbeat quicken.

"Just do it."

After weighing his options, Kyle closed his eyes and waited. At first nothing happened, but then he felt a hand under his chin, lifting his chin ever so slightly. He felt his heart begin to beat even faster, a nervous chill run down his spine. He then felt a pair of lips press ever so lightly against his.

"Hah.." He gasped, and Cartman began to kiss him properly, placing his hand on the back of his neck. He tasted like chocolate and marshmallows. "Mmm…" he moaned as Cartman deepened the kiss. When Cartman pulled away, Kyle opened his eyes and muttered, "Cartman…" He then saw something from the corner of his eye. His mug was now empty.

"God dammit Cartman!"

Cartman chuckled maniacally.*********

Thursday morning, all four boys were, per usual, lined up at the bus stop. Well, except for Stan, who was once again sat at the curb in his famous thinking pose.

When the bus arrived, all four got on.

Kyle and Cartman were sat together, and as Kyle looked out the window, Cartman checked to see if anyone was looking at them, before curling his fingers around Kyle's hand.*******