Day 2. Thursday, 6:30 AM
The next day, Kyle's up bright and early, out the door in record speed.
Kenny is already there.
Kyle walks over and shoves him in the chest, "Where were you?" Something pulls at his heart as he does and he can feel a headache forming.
"Dead." Kenny...deadpans? Kyle doesn't know what else to call it. "Came back to life just for you."
Kyle rolls his eyes as he continues, "You just fucking left in the middle of class, dude." There's an 'I missed you' on the tip of Kyle's tongue.
"...Were you worried?" There's an edge to Kenny's voice.
Kyle's face feels hot, "I..."
"Or did you want something..?" Kenny's hand reaches out to rest on Kyle's hip.
"No. Fucking. Way." There's Cartman and Kyle almost springs away. But also, fuck that.
"Cartman." Kyle greets. Kenny's hand doesn't leave Kyle's hip but he does turn his head to nod a greeting to Cartman.
"No. It's not even seven in the fucking morning yet. Stop it."
"Stop what?" Kenny asks, sliding his hand down to Kyle's ass.
On the one hand, Cartman looks like he's going to have an aneurism. Which is great. On the other hand, it's a bit too good and Kyle does not want to exist in any sexual context in Cartman's mind.
"What the fuck are you talking about now, fatass?" Kyle says flatly and subtly pushes Kenny's hand back up. Kenny takes the cue with ease.
"Are you fucking kidding me with this shit? Don't even try it. You two are being such fucking faggots. Are you guys really fucking gay for each other now?"
Kyle shares an overdramatic look with Kenny, "There's nothing gay happening right now? Are you okay, dude?"
Kenny chimes in as well, "Yeah, you good bro?"
"You're fucking grabbing his ass!" Cartman's literally steaming.
Kenny laughs as Kyle answers, "No? Kenny's just leaning on me 'cause he's tired. Don't get upset 'cause you're too fat to do that too."
"Yeah dude, why do you want to watch us so bad?"
Cartman splutters, "You fucking-"
Cartman just stops, expression completely changing. Uh oh. Cartman stares at Kenny, then at Kyle. "Oh. My. God." A pause, "You sucked his dick. He sucked your dick."
"What?" Kyle asks.
"I wish-" Kenny starts.
"Yesterday at lunch." Cartman clarifies.
And, "Fuck." Kyle's eyes widen. That realization had not taken anywhere near long enough. He looks at Kenny who shrugs.
"You're actually fucking fags." Cartman says in disbelief.
"Coulda done that just to fuck with you." Kenny points out.
"Yes, that's true," Cartman's genuinely fucking muttering and Kyle...Kyle doesn't know if it'd be bad if people thought Kenny and him were like that.
"But- Hey!" Cartman interrupts himself.
Kenny laughs.
"Don't do that shit Kinny! I'll make sure you fucking die." Cartman groans.
Kenny seems like he's about to respond but Kyle's already doing so, "Kenny could kick your ass any day, fatass."
Kenny gives him a warm look.
Cartman stomps his foot, "That! You're fucking fags!"
Kyle's getting tired of Cartman's whining. He's not being pathetic enough for Kyle to find it anything but irritating.
"Who..." Cartman trails off.
"You finally done?" Kyle asks, tiredly.
"Fuck you, Kahl! You're probably the one taking it!"
"Oh shut the fuck up already! Stop obsessing over the idea of me and Kenny fucking!"
"Yeah, fuck this," Stan turns around from where he had just arrived.
"It's creepy and it's weird and- and I'm going to beat your ass if you don't!"
"Fuck you, Ka- aagh!"
Kyle straight up punches Cartman. Cartman goes down. It's sickeningly satisfying. Kyle wants more.
He's about to go down for more when Kenny grabs his arm. And that'll work too. Kyle needs something to keep himself from beating Cartman silly.
He grabs Kenny and pulls him away from the stop and through a thicket of trees. They get a respectable distance away from the stop and Kyle shoves Kenny against a tree to slam their lips together. It's his first kiss. It comes after his first blowjob and hopefully right before his first time giving head. He pushes harder against Kenny, pinning him to the tree by about a dozen points of contact between their bodies.
Kenny opens his mouth a bit and Kyle can feel Kenny's tongue and now their kiss iswet. It feels good but right now Kyleneeds to make Kenny feel good.
Kyle pulls back and Kenny groans at the loss. Kyle drops to his knees on the dirt with an almost-command of, "Let me." Or a beg. Kyle doesn't care which.
"Yeah." Kenny nods enthusiastically.
Kyle's hands make quick work of Kenny's jeans, pulling down his boxers to free his cock.
He's never done this before and the nerves hit him for a second as his hand fits loosely around Kenny's cock. Kyle tells Kenny, "Tell me if I do something wrong."
"You won't." Kenny tries to reassure.
That's not the answer Kyle's looking for. He gives Kenny a look.
Kenny sighs, "I will."
Kyle kisses the head of Kenny's cock, wet and soft, right around the precum beading at its slit. Kenny gasps and the sound goes straight to Kyle's own cock.
Kyle sucks in the head of Kenny's cock and his teeth scrape lightly against the skin as he sucks Kenny in.
Kenny groans out his appreciation, "Good." Just as Kyle remembers that using teeth when giving head is bad. But Kenny likes it. So Mr Garrison can fuck off with his bullshit sex ed lessons.
Kyle sucks in more and Kenny's dick sort of peels open? Against his tongue. Foreskin, his mind supplies. Which is weird because Kyle remembers all four of them needing to be circumcised for some stupid Jewish-based childhood adventure. But whatever.
He can feel his mouth full around it and he remembers that you're supposed to bob up and down but Kenny isbig and Kyle doubts he can fit even half of it in his mouth without choking on it. He's going to try anyway.
He bobs his head down, further onto Kenny's cock, encouraged by Kenny's, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, gooood," and the moans that accompany it. Kenny isvocal and Kyle thrives on it.
Kyle tries to take a bit too much and his throat spasms in protest as he chokes on it.
Kenny seems to like it if the throwing back of his head, the hand that grips Kyle's head, and the moan of, "Fuck!" are anything to go by. So Kyle can bear it.
Kyle feels the spit slosh in his mouth as his throat spasms and tears prick at his eyes. But Kenny feels good so he lets himself keep choking on Kenny's dick, trying to also move his tongue, suck, and whatever he can remember. Kyle doesn't feel like it should work.
But Kenny's breath is coming short and he moans a litany of "Kyle," "Fuck," and "Good," so Kyle can ignore his insecurity with ease.
Then Kenny is groaning, "Gonna-" and he pulls Kyle off his dick by the hair in a way that should hurt but strangely goes right to his dick which is aching so hard that he feels like he could finish in a few strokes.
Kenny comes right on Kyle's lips, his hands replacing Kyle's, that had slipped off at some point, to finish himself off. Kyle feels this aching sense of disappointment that he hadn't been able to make Kenny come on his own. He's quickly distracted by Kenny's cum on his lips. It feels a weird form of sticky, kind of like a salty, watered-down version of icing. It's hot.
Then Kenny's barreling him over, pinning Kyle to the ground chest to chest. His lips are on Kyle's own and a hand is fumbling to undo Kyle's pants.
Kyle groans into the kiss and his hips buck up unintentionally only to be pinned by a palm on his hipbone. Kenny's other arm is propping him up above Kyle's head. Kenny finally pulls out Kyle's cock from his pants and his hand quickly gets to stroking Kyle off while Kenny shoves his tongue into Kyle's mouth.
Kyle's so close already as he bucks his hips up into Kenny's hand. His hips stutter and he groans as he finishes and Kenny's hand comes off his dick for a second, with a whine from Kyle, so Kenny can ruck up his shirt before he drops his hand back down to milk Kyle through his finish.
Kyle feels his cum splatter on his bare chest and Kenny's teeth scraping his lips as the other keeps kissing him roughly. Then it's too much and Kenny's pulling back as if he just magically knows when. His lips leave Kyle's and before Kyle can even process that, Kenny's slurping the cum off of his stomach.
There's this blissful feeling that overtakes Kyle and makes him want to curl up around Kenny and stay there until day turns into night and then day again.
"Shit." Kyle says as he remembers the reason things went sour in the bathroom, that he hadn't asked if Kenny was carrying any STDs.
Kenny must remember too because the look that comes from him when he lifts his head is so cold, especially in his eyes. Then he nips Kyle's stomach.
"Ow, dude!" Kyle grimaces, "I was just...Are you clean?"
Kenny sits back, pushing his dick back into his pants, "What?"
"Are you clean?" As Kenny wipes a hand across his face, Kyle continues, "No, like..." Kyle's eyes flicker down, "Are you carrying anything?"
"Oh." Kenny's expression cools, "No."
"Really?" Kyle asks and whoops, there is way too much disbelief in his voice.
The expression returns, "Dude. Weak."
"It's a valid concern!" Kyle defends himself. It's not like Kenny has a foolproof way to get rid of any STDs.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Just that...you know."
Kenny's silent.
Kyle continues, "You kinda sleep around?"
"So?"
"So you're more likely to have something." Kyle explains.
"Hm." Kenny pauses to think, "Fair."
Kyle doesn't respond and there's a bout of awkward silence between them before Kyle remembers.
"Shit! We gotta catch the bus!" Kyle shoves his dick back into his pants before standing and grabbing Kenny's hand to pull him up.
They run back to the bus stop where Cartman's voice is loud, carrying through the clearing.
He's talking to Stan, "caught them in the gender-neutral bathroom-"
"Nuh-uh!" Kyle interrupts, stopping to pant as he gets there.
"The fuck are you even nuh-uh-ing!?" Cartman screeches at him.
"Whatever lies you're trying to spread!" Kyle yells back.
Cartman sighs as ifKyle is being the insufferable one right now. Kyle thinks he deserves a beating.
Kyle cracks his knuckles and-
"No no no no no!" Cartman steps back, his own fists balled, "You're not fucking doing this again."
Kyle stops and so does Cartman, eyes darting around as if he thinks something else stopped Kyle.
Then the bus arrives and they board. Stan sits first and Cartman takes the seat beside him.
That fucker. That isalways Kyle's spot. Kyle stops, about to make him get up but then Kenny's got a hand on his wrist and is dragging him to sit down across the aisle.
So Kyle sits. Shares a glance with Stan that Cartman interrupts with a glare.
Then Kenny's head comes down to rest on his shoulder and Kyle's attention is fully on that. It's a bit of an awkward position with Kenny's hood but at least it'll be comfortable for the other.
Well, that and the hand tracing patterns into his clothed thigh.
"Kenny," Kyle says lowly. It isn't quite a warning, more an ask for attention.
Kenny turns his head to Kyle and now his face is so close to Kyle's own. Kyle could make their lips brush if he moved.
Kenny's hand moves to trace close to his inner thigh and smiles as he turns his head so the smile presses against his neck.
Kyle bets Kenny can feel his heartbeat against his lips.
Cartman's watching, Kyle notices out of the corner of his eye. He's talking to Stan but he's faced towards the aisle and his eyes keep darting over to look across the aisle.
Kyle's glad he just came because otherwise he'd be hard in public with Cartman watching. He might get there within the next few minutes anyway.
"Cartman's watching," Kyle whispers to Kenny.
"I know," Kenny whispers back. Then he squeezes Kyle's thigh and Kyle doesn't know whether he wants to shove him off or pin him right there and do something while Cartman watches.
Kyle does neither. He just sits with Kenny's hand progressively sliding closer to his dick while Cartman watches from across the aisle.
Then the bus stops suddenly and Kenny lets the momentum carry him off the seat, landing on the raised cover over the wheel of the bus and resting his head on Kyle's thigh. The bus driver screeches in the background.
Kenny looks up at him with a mischievous smile and Kyle yanks him back onto the seat by the hood before he tries anything. His heart's beatingfast.
"Would you just suck me off on the bus?!" Kyle whispers incredulously.
"If you'd let me." Kenny pouts, actually fucking pouts. It's ridiculously endearing.
Kyle grabs Kenny's hand and squeezes it, hard, "Not in public."
"You didn't seem very opposed five minutes ago." Kenny points out smugly.
Kyle colors, "Shut up. That was hidden."
"So as long as no one's watching?" Kenny asks.
"...if no one's watching." Kyle confirms.
"No even Cartman?" Kenny's got that mischief in his eyes again and Kyle can imagine the smile under his hood matches.
"Especially not Cartman."
"But he likes it."
"...Really?"
"Fuck yeah. I mean look at him."
Kyle whirls around to stare at Cartman and Cartman whips towards Stan and starts talking. Stan just looks confused. Poor guy.
"Huh." Kyle turns back to Kenny, "All the more reason."
Kenny doesn't answer but Kyle knows that he understands.
"Stan." Kyle calls across the aisle. Somethings been bugging him about the whole thing and he needs to get to the bottom of it.
"You remember the Jewpacabra?"
Stan visibly shivers, and his legs tighten together. "Yeah, dude. Why?"
Kyle's about to ask about the circumcision thing but thinks better of it, "Never mind."
Stan stares at him, "Bro..." Cartman's glaring at well.
"Just forget it, it was dumb." Kyle dismisses.
"Fuckin' tease," Cartman mutters.
Kenny snorts, "Damn right."
Kyle shoulder-shoves him into the wall, "I swear the two are you are begging for a fight."
Kenny snorts again before asking, "You think you can take the two of use at the same time?"
"Kinny!" Cartman protests.
"Dude!" Kyle protests too.
Stan groans. "You three need to figure out your shit and stop flirting so much in front of me."
"Oh my god." Kyle wants to bash his head in.
Cartman screeches, "We're not fucking flirting!"
Through his laughter, Kenny replies, "What, you don't want to be our fourth?"
"No thanks. Even if I weren't dating Wendy, just," Stan looks at each of them, "no."
"Bro...harsh." Kenny replies.
"Fuck you, Stan! Wouldn't date you either." Cartman huffs.
Kyle's not really offended. He wouldn't date Stan either, it just wouldn't work. Stan hasn't ever attracted him, he's more a twin brother then anything. But being lumped in with the other two is harsh.
"Anyway, stop it. It's getting annoying." Stan repeats.
"You're annoying!" Cartman snarks.
"We're not flirting!" Kyle yells.
Both Kenny and Stan give him a look at that while Cartman adds a heated, "That too!"
"...Okay." Stan agrees.
"We're not?" Kenny looks genuinely disheartened.
Cartman stares and Kyle doesn't really know how to respond to that.
"Oof..." Stan comments and suddenly Kyle understands how Stan feels when he upsets Wendy. It fucking sucks.
Then Kenny's expression lightens and it's like they hadn't said anything at all.
Kyle really doesn't get him.
The rest of the bus ride is uneventful and so is his first period. Wendy and Butters are in the class with him but they sit together on the other side of the room and Kyle has other things on his mind.
8:15 AM
The vibes in his second period, orchestra, however, are completely out of the usual. Wendy and Stan share the class with him. Wendy is already there somehow, despite them coming from the same class, siting with Stan.
"I could really see the improvement at the end of class!" Wendy is saying.
"Huh. Cool." Stan answers.
Kyle sits down next to them, Wendy turning to him, "Butters is..." She trails off, "Huh." Some sort of realization has clearly just struck her and Kyle is curious but it's more Stan's place to ask.
Kyle elbows him and when Stan just questions him with a look and a, "What?" Kyle darts his eyes towards Wendy.
Stan, displayingsome observation skills, asks, "You good?"
"Huh?" Wendy's really discombobulated if she's not paying attention, "Oh yeah, it's just..."
Stan silently listens and it seems to encourage Wendy.
"Am I manipulating Butters?" Wendy asks worriedly.
Stan frowns at the name. That's interesting. Is Stan jealous?
"I don't know. Do you think you are?" Stan asks.
"...Maybe?" Wendy pauses, "He's kind of hard to interact with in a positive way."
After another pause, "Oh, that felt mean to say."
"Hm." Stan responds.
"Stan, what do you think of Butters?"
"...Uh." Stan thinks, "He's annoying. But also sweet. And falls for things easily."
"Hm...Do you like him?" Wendy asks, then clarifies, "As a person, I mean."
Kyle's not really clear on why the clarification was necessary.
"I guess?" Stan's clearly confused as to where the conversation is going. Kyle is too.
"I just...you're kind of similar? Both sweet but a bit...gullible." Wendy notes.
"Okay...?"
"So how did you become less gullible?"
"You." Stan replies.
Damnn. Smooth. Kyle wants to high five him.
"Oh." Wendy blushes, "Me?"
"You." Stan confirms, a soft smile on his face, "You were there to tell me when I was being tricked."
"Oh Stan." Wendy smiles and takes Stan's hand, lacing their fingers together.
Stan looks a bit green at the contact.
Kyle politely leaves to get his Viola.
He returns to Wendy asking him, "Okay, but what's the deal with you, Kenny, and Cartman?"
"Uh," Kyle answers eloquently.
Wendy laughs, "Fair, fair. But really? Those two? Your taste..."
"It's- It's not like that?" Kyle starts to try to deny but ends up asking it instead.
"It's not?"
"No?" Kyle asks.
"You don't seem too sure." Wendy points out.
"Uhhh..."
Their teacher starts giving them directions and Kyle thanks fuck for an excuse to avoid the question.
A side-eye from Wendy tells him it's not over.
Their teacher lectures for a bit before letting them off in small groups to practice.
Before Wendy can ask, Kyle blurts out, "The Jewpacabra thing."
"What?" Wendy and Stan both ask, the latter far more affronted then curious.
"That I brought up on the bus. I still wanna ask about it." Kyle clarifies.
Stan's stays quiet in invitation for Kyle to continue.
But Wendy's there and he doesn't really want to say it in front of her.
He leans over to whisper into Stan's ear, ignoring Wendy's glare, "Are you still circumcised?"
"What?" Stan pulls back.
Kyle knows that Stan heard him but he repeats anyway, "Are you still..." He pauses to glance down, "you know?"
Wendy looks downright appalled. At least she won't be asking about Kyle's relationship to Cartman and Kenny for a bit.
"Yes...?" Stan replies, clearly confused by the question.
"Great talk, thanks." Kyle tries to end the conversation.
"What the fuck, dude?" Stan asks.
"I was just curious cause I heard someone say it could grow back?" Kyle tries.
"No? What the actual fuck-" Stan starts
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Thanks." Kyle interrupts, trying to stop the conversation again.
"...Sure." Stan answers.
"No?" Wendy butts in, annoyance clear, "What the hell?"
Stan leans over and whispers to her.
"That explains nothing!" Wendy replies.
Stan just shrugs, turning back to Kyle. Kyle shrugs as well.
"...Okay. Let's just practice then." Wendy says while side-eying him.
They practice individually for the rest of class.
9:05 AM
As soon as the bell rings, Kyle rushes to get out of there and avoid his problems.
Then a hand is on his ass and Kyle instinctively whirls around to shove its owner against a locker.
Kyle laughs at finding Kenny in his usual bright orange hoodie.
Kenny wheezes, "Well hello there."
"Kenny." Kyle greets him, backing up.
"Gettin' off already? And without me? I'm hurt, Kyle." Kenny feigns hurt.
"C'mon," Kyle grabs Kenny's wrist and drags him away when he spots Wendy by her purple beret, "Class. Now."
"Yes,sir," Kenny flirts.
Kyle rolls his eyes and speed walks through the halls to their science lab with Kenny in tow.
He drags Kenny to the front table where Butters is already sitting. Then he lets go of Kenny, who lets out a disappointed, "Aww."
"Hiya, guys!" Butter greets them warmly and Wendy joins them next to him.
A variety of, "Hi," "Hey," and "Hi, Butters," answers him.
"How was orchestra?" Butters asks.
Kyle lets Wendy field this one, "It was great! I felt like I made a lot of progress. How was Engineering?"
"Oh, it was great! Eric," Wendy's expression tightens at the name, "was talking the wholeeee time."
Kyle tenses and he's locked in on this conversation. Kenny is too if the lack of touches—which Kyle can't believe he's come to expect—is anything to go by.
"Oh?" Wendy prompts.
"He was really- uh. Uh oh. I wasn't supposed to talk about it. Oh no..." Butters really looks down about it.
Oh well. Butters'll get over it. Kyle reassures him, "It's okay, Butters. Cartman's our friend too, he'd want us to know."
"Oh, well-" Butters starts.
"Butters." Wendy interrupts, scowling at Kyle, "This is what we were talking about."
Kyle winces at the expression.
"That's not very nice, Kyle!" Butters looks annoyed and Wendy's got thissmile on her face. She seems really proud of Butters.
"...Sorry." Kyle apologizes.
"It's okay. I appreciate yer apology. I forgive ya." Butters tells him.
There's a moment of silence before Wendy breaks it, "It is up to you whether you tell us though. Cartman can't force you to keep any of his secrets as much as none of us can force them out of you."
"Oh...But I promised." Butters looks downtrodden.
"Cartman breaks plenty of pro-" Kyle stops at a look from Wendy.
"While Kyle is right that Cartman breaks a lot of his promises, the decision is up toyou and whetheryou want to share it based on your feelings. Kyle is saying that so you associate that what he is saying is right with his desire to get you to share what Cartman said."
Butters glares at Kyle who cusses, "Shit. Sorry."
"Kyle. You are trying my patience. But I can see that you're really sorry and I understand. I forgive you." Butters...he's gotten mature. Kyle thinks. And Wendy seems to be a good influence on him. At least in proper communication.
"I think I'll compromise! I won't tell you exactly what Eric was talking about but I'll tell you who! 'Sides! I think he kinda wants you to know anyway."
Three pairs of eyes watch Butters intently.
"So. Eric couldn't stop talking about you two," Butters looks at Kyle and Kenny across the table, "Oh! And congratulations! I always thought the two of you were cool. I think you'll make a kick-ass couple!"
Fuuuuck.
"Wait. You guys are dating?" Wendy asks. And she always finds the exact question that Kyle doesn't want her asking. Not that this one was hard to find.
"Uhhh." Kyle uhhs.
Kenny stares at him with those big beautiful eyes of his and Kyle thinks that he wouldn't be opposed to dating Kenny.
Kyle stares at Kenny, hoping the other will field the question. He does not. Nor does he break their eye-contact.
"...soo yes?" Wendy asks.
"I don't think they know either, Wendy!" Butters points out.
"Huh." Wendy pauses then whispers something into Butters' ear.
Then Butters is dragging Kenny away and Wendy asks Kyle quietly, "Do you want to date Kenny?"
Their plan is obvious but Kyle isn't sure whether to say yes or no because he's not really sure of the answer.
Then a loud, "Yes!" comes from across the room and Kenny is staring straight at Kyle.
Kyle stares right back and gives a loud, "Yes," in return.
Butters and Kenny return and Kenny takes Kyle's hand in his own as he sits. There's this warm feeling in Kyle's stomach like it wants to eat itself but it tastes kind of good. It's confusing and Kyle's hand feels like it's spinning as he shares a warm smile with Kenny.
Then someone at the table behind them is tilting back in their chair with a glass beaker in his hand. It shatters so the kid lets go and it spills all over Kenny. Kenny doesn't even scream as his skin melts.
Kyle knows this will haunt him as he cries, desperately clutching at Kenny's hand. Kenny's other hand reaches up to cup his face and then he's just gone.
Kyle's headhurts.
And damn that bastard, Kenny! They just got together and he dips like that? Fucking asshole! Someone needs to teach him not to just dip when shit gets real.
Kyle just sighs and pulls out his work for the class. He looks up. Butters and Wendy are whispering while sharing glances at him.
"What?" Kyle demands.
"You're crying." Butters tells him.
Kyle furiously scrubs at his face and oh shit, he was crying. He chokes down a crawling hitch in his throat and fuck Kenny for just dipping like that! He does it all the time, Kyle doesn't even know why he's crying.
"Shit. No. I'm fine. Just- just something in my eye." Kyle tries to deny.
"Mhm." Wendy patronizes before narrowing her eyes, "But it's not right! Kenny just- just leaves you like this?"
"I'm fine-" Kyle protests.
"Wendy's right! You deserve someone who doesn't disappear on you all the time." Butters interrupts Kyle.
"Fuck off, Butters!" Kyle glares.
"Kyle-" Wendy tries.
"You too, Wendy." Kyle interrupts, "You don't know shit so both of you stay out of it."
Not that Kyle knows shit either. Whenever he asks Kenny where he disappears to, Kenny just tells him Hell.
Wendy scowls, "What don't I know? That Kenny just disappears sometimes and refuses to explain? Or is there something that you four aren't telling anyone?"
Wendy thinks they know. Which doesn't make sense because Stan should have straightened that out. But he's never been the best at communication.
"I don't know." Kyle grits out and now he's itching for a fight, "No one but Kenny does."
"He'll be back," Butters interrupts nervously. He's gotten better at social cues over the years, "Always is."
Kyle glares at Wendy. She glares right back before returning to their classwork. Kyle does the same. They work quietly until the bell rings.
10:45 AM
Then it's off to History. None of his usual friends share the class with him so he goes through it robotically until it's time for lunch.
And Kyle's still kind of pissed so the moment he sees Cartman with his lunch, he grabs Cartman by the wrist and drags the other out of the lunchroom.
"Ow- Fuck- Kahl! Kahl, let go- Kahl! Goddamn it!" Cartman protests, "Where are we even going?! I want to eat!"
"Of-fucking-course you do." Kyle sneers.
"Fuck you, Kahl!"
"Not even in your wildest dreams." Kyle retorts and fuck. Kenny's influencing him.
Cartman splutters, "Awww fuck. Ew, Kahl."
"Just shut up. We'll eat."
Kyle takes him a little further until he reaches a door. He pulls out an old, worn credit-card and opens the lock with ease.
"What the fuck-"
The room has a couch, table, fridge, the works. It was supposed to be a teacher's lounge but no one really used it and then some student had changed the lock as a prank and no one cared enough to notice and change it back. Kenny actually showed it to him but he's mad at Kenny right now.
Kyle squeezes Cartman's wrist with a satisfying resulting, "Ow!" before letting go.
Kyle sits. Cartman comes in and locks the door behind him before joining Kyle on the couch. For some fucking reason, his mind tells him that Cartman would give a really good hug right now. Ugh. Fuck. He's messed up right now.
Kyle pulls out his lunch angrily, biting hard into his sandwich. He can feel his teeth slam together unpleasantly.
"Dude," Cartman says, mouth full of his own food, "Literally what the fuck is up your ass?"
"Don't test me, Cartman." Kyle threatens.
"No no no, I fucking mean it dude. These past few days..." Cartman actually seems concerned. The sentiment has Kyle's heart stuttering in his chest. Then Cartman continues, "Did fagging it out with Kenny actually make your anger issues worse? Didn't think he'd leave the stick in your ass while he fu- Oof!"
Kyle full-on straddles Cartman against the other end of the couch, prompting a, "What the fu-" before Kyle punches him.
Cartman's eyes water and his own arm flies out to try to hit Kyle back. Kyle just grabs it as he tightens his thighs around Cartman's.
Cartman sniffles and his voice is pitiful as he asks-no,pleads, "What are youdoing?"
And this whole thing feels worlds more fucked up by the urge to take Cartman while he cries for Kyle to stop. To show him how bad something good can feel. To ruing Cartman for how he ruins others. To teach him a fucking lesson.
Fuck. Kyle needs therapy.
"You can't just fucking-" Cartman starts but Kyle stops him.
"You'd like it." Kyle realizes aloud.
"...What?"
"If you were me and I were you. You'd love doing this." Kyle explains.
"No, I fucking-" Cartman starts to deny.
"You would." Kyle talks over Cartman, "You would love having me under you, love making mehurt."
"Kahl, what-"
There's blood on Cartman's lips and Kyle's thumb comes up to swipe at it as it beads.
Cartman goes red. It's a good look on him.
Kyle almost asks, in his lust-haze, 'Would you let me fuck you if I let you hurt me?' He doesn't ask. But he does thumb Cartman's lip a bit more while the other looks up at him silently. The question echoes in his mind, begging to be asked as Cartman's eyes dry.
Kyle presses his thumb harder into where Cartman's lip split and the other whimpers, trying to move away. The question in Kyle's mind becomes, 'Would you let me hurt you if I made you feel good at the same time?' Kyle stills Cartman's face with his other fingers. He wants to bit Cartman's lip.
Kyle feels hot.
"Kah-" Cartman starts but then Kyle's thumb is slipping into his mouth.
Cartman's mouth is wet, greasy, and Kyle runs his finger along Cartman's teeth. Slimy.
Cartman's jaw moves to close so Kyle pulls his finger out of Cartman's mouth, gripping Cartman's chin, "Don't even think it."
"Fuck you-"
Kyle interrupts by squeezing Cartman's cheeks, "Quiet."
Cartman quiets and the obedience is such a satisfying thing.
Kyle needs to get off. Of Cartman.
Because he is very hard and Cartman also seems into it and fuck that.
Kyle starts to back up but then Cartman's hand is on his waist and he's being pulled back in.
"You-" Kyle starts to protest.
Cartman interrupts him, "You started this." Kyle can't place his tone. But it feels charged.
Then Cartman's lips are crashing against his and they areslippery. No, not that slippery, Kyle finds as they slide open and Cartman sucks Kyle's lower lip into his mouth and bites, hard. Cartman was just moving in a way that Kyle identified as slippery to be able to do so.
It hurts in the weirdest way. It hurts in a way that feels right.
Kyle's hand goes to Cartman's hair and Kyle yanks, pulling Cartman back down so he loosens his bite.
Cartman pulls back, trying to lessen Kyle's grip on his hair and pulling off of Kyle's mouth with an "Ow- Fuck!"
"Ow, fuck you, you fatass! You bit me!" Kyle retorts.
"Well you punched me!" Cartman argues.
"You kept talking about a stick up my ass!" Kyle furthers.
"So you tried to finger fuck my mouth?!"
Kyle's face goes red and he scrambles for a comeback, "Wellyou kissed me!"
"Fuck you, Kahl!" Cartman screeches.
"It's really starting to seem like you want to!"
Cartman has nothing to say to that.
Kyle's still on his lap, he realizes. Cartman's hand is also on his hip while his own is in the other's hair.
"Um." Kyle blinks, "Let go."
"You let go first."
"No! You first!" Kyle's hand tightens in Cartman's hair.
"No! You!" Cartman tightens his grip on Kyle's hips and his fingers dig into Kyle's ass.
"Dude!" Kyle squeaks, "Hands off!"
Cartman's face reddens and he lets go. Kyle does as well, scrambling to the other end of the couch.
The room is quiet as they stare at each other for a second before they're both whipping away.
It's only another few seconds before Kyle hears a rustling. He looks over to find Cartman unwrapping another sandwich.
Kyle fails to stop a scoff. Cartman responds with a weak, "Fuck off."
Kyle does, grabbing his own sandwich to chow down on.
And Kyle's still hard but now Kenny's back on his mind for some reason. Not some reason. It's because Kenny would satisfy him if he were here. Which he's not. That's the whole reason this mess is happening in the first place.
"Cartman." Kyle draws the other's attention.
"Hm?" Cartman looks over, still chewing.
"Are you still circumcised?" Kyle asks.
Cartman spits out his food, coughing, "Dude, what the fuck!"
"I just-"
Cartman talks over him, "God Kahl, the moment is over. Stop imagining my-"
"No no no no no." Kyle interrupts, "Not- I wasn't- Kenny!"
Cartman's clearly confused, "Dude. You're imagining Kenny's dick? That's so-"
"No! I just- Just answer the question! Did it grow back?"
"What the fuck? No? What kind of a fucking question-"
"Huh." Kyle explains a bit, "Stan's didn't either."
"Why the fuck are we talking about this?"
"Um." Kyle stumbles, but what good does hiding the reason do anyways, "Kenny's did?"
"Oh my god. You guys actually fucked."
"You already knew!"
"Well, I wasn't certain! I didn't get to see it!"
"Get to?!" Kyle repeats incredulously.
"You know what I fucking meant, Kahl!"
"No, I don't know! Because it sounds like you want to watch us fuck! Do you want to watch us fuck, Cartman?!"
"Fuck you, Kahl!"
"No! Fuck you!" Kyle yells back louder.
It shuts Cartman right up and makes Kyle re-aware of a littleproblem.
Cartman goes right back to eating. Then, without stopping, "It was probably a side effect of something. That gene guy maybe."
"Or the aliens."
"Or the- Hey! There weren't any aliens!"
Kyle sighs, knowing he's right but won't get anywhere. And Cartman's probably right about why Kenny's grew back.
They eat lunch in silence until Kyle asks, "Do you know why Kenny disappears all the time?"
"...No." Cartman's expression changes from avoidant in an awkward way to...nervous. Kyle can't place the expression. It's getting to be an annoying pattern.
"No? Just no?" Kyle asks.
Cartman says nothing.
"Give me something more than that." Kyle demands.
"I. Don't. Know. What the fuck is with all your questions today?!" Cartman snaps.
Kyle's the quiet one now. Kyle wants to judge, to lash out, but he doesn't know either.
After another long silence, Cartman tentatively asks, "Did...Did you find out something?"
"No." Kyle looks away.
There's another silence that weighs over them heavily.
"So you're obsessed with Kinny now?" Cartman asks in a polite conversational tone.
Which is sowrong on him, "No. No, don't do that. Just shut up and eat. We're fine. Everything's fine."
"...Okay?" Cartman's clearly confused again even thoughhe's the one trying to change a perfectly good dynamic. He goes back to eating anyway.
Kyle does the same. It feels so awkward and Kyle can't tell if the heaviness in the room is just him or if Cartman feels it too. Cartman gives no indication either way, chowing through a third sandwich.
Kyle tries to put his mind on other things but the only other thing he can think about is Kenny. Thinking about Kenny rips at his heart in the weirdest way that makes him want to cry again. Which, absolutely the fuck not. He wouldn't cry normally when Cartman's within 100 feet of him so he certainly won't cry now while Cartman's still in the room.
Kyle finishes his lunch and packs it up before ordering Cartman, "Out." Kyle doesn't look at him.
"Wha?" Cartman asks around a mouthful of yet another sandwich.
"Out." Kyle repeats, "I'm leaving. And you don't know how to lock the door. So. Out."
It's a lie. The door locks the same as any other one. Kyle just needs to fuck with Cartman a bit.
Cartman groans but gets up anyway, tossing his trash in his lunch box and zipping it up.
Kyle leads them out the door, shutting the lights and locking it behind him. He turns to go the direction opposite the cafeteria, to avoid Cartman and probably wander the halls until Spanish. He could really use some Stan-time right now.
But Cartman follows him. Kyle takes a few random turns, but Cartman keeps trailing behind him.
"Why are you following me?" Kyle asks.
"Where are you going?" Cartman asks back.
"Uh." Kyle pauses because he doesn't really know.
"Oh my god." Cartman's eyes widen and he looks genuinely shocked by whatever revelation he just reached, "In the middle of the school day? Really?"
"Wha-" Kyle tries to ask.
"Has he been waiting for you the whole time?!"
"Who-" Kyle asks again.
"Oh my god." Cartman reaches another fucked-up conclusion. "You two are into that edging shit, aren't you?"
"What the fu-" Kyle starts before realizing Cartman's imagining him and Kenny again, "No- No! I'm just going...uhh...to the bathroom!"
"I fucking knew it!"
"No! Kenny fucking dipped, okay? He's not here anymore anyway."
"Bullshit! He's waiting for you in the fucking bathroom again, isn't he!"
"Oh, fuck you! He did the same fucking thing he always does. He left without a word. Is that what you want to fucking hear? That even now, he still-" Kyle stops himself by breathing in deep and heavily.
Cartman gives Kyle a second before ripping on him, "Duuuude. You're in fucking deep. And here I thought you had it bad for Stan, this is fucking gay, dude."
Kyle whirls around and hopes there's no tears in his eyes as he stomps his foot and clenches his hands while glaring at Cartman, "Just shut the fuck up already, Cartman!"
"Hoooly shit," Cartman's got the fattest smile on his face as he points out, "You look like you're about to fuckin' cry. That's-"
Cartman's on the ground beneath him in seconds. Kyle doesn't even think about the fact that they're in the hallway or that this is a totally suspendable offense.
"That's fucking it!" Kyle raises his fist as if about to punch. Cartman flinches. It sends shivers of pure heat down his spine. It's the perfect distraction. It's the only thing he wants to think about. He needs to make Cartman learn.
"Don't-"
Kyle interrupts him by punching him in the shoulder hard. Cartman fucking whimpers.
"K-"
Kyle grabs Cartman by the shoulders, lifts him by them, then slams him hard into the ground. Cartman lets out this wheeze-whimper type of sound. Kyle's no longer anywhere near crying. Hard? Maybe.
Kyle pauses, panting hard despite not really exerting himself, just to stare at Cartman as the other's chest shakes while he gasps. Kyle wants to hurt him more. He wants to watch him cry.
Kyle squeezes Cartman's shoulders. Cartman whines and it soundsheavenly.
Then Cartman's crying, a sniffling, loud thing. "You- You can't fucking- do that."
The sight simultaneously cows Kyle and riles him up. Actually no. That's a lie. It shocks him. But Kyle doesn't feel any regret, any guilt over making Cartman cry.
Cartman's voice trembles as he continues, negating the threats he intends, "You're gonna be in serious trouble, you know that Kahl? You think you can just keep hitting me and get away with it? You can't-" A sniffle, "you can't just domestically abuse me like that!"
"Would-" Kyle stops himself before asking the question he'd been thinking about since earlier in the lounge.
"Hrm?" Cartman whimpers.
Kyle scrambles for something, anything, "Would you wanna skip and just get ice cream?"
"Wha- Kahl," Oh fuck, the way Cartman whimpers his name, "what the fuck?"
"Fuck, I...Ice cream, yes or no?" Kyle asks again, moving back to just sit up atop Cartman. In for a penny, in for a pound. Or a few hundred pounds.
"...Yes?" Cartman sniffles.
"Okay." Kyle gets off of Cartman and extends a hand to the other.
Cartman takes it, "Ice cream?"
"Ice cream." Kyle confirms, pulling the other along out the back of the school.
They walk to the ice cream shop in silence. Kyle hasn't let go of Cartman's hand but it's too late to do so now without drawing attention.
Kyle grabs the door to the shop and uses it as an excuse to let go of Cartman's hand. Well. He tries to. But Cartman just grasps his hand. Kyle has no idea what's going on inside his head at any point in time, but at least sometimes he can predict the psycho.
Kyle ends up having to hold the door for Cartman, following in behind him. Cartman must have wiped his face because it's clean of any trace that he'd been crying except for slightly puffy eyes.
Cartman pulls Kyle right to the counter where he orders, "One large cup."
"Sure, of what?" The guy at the counter asks.
Cartman goes to the far end of the counter, "Ew, not pistachio. Uh, Double Chocolate Chunk," Cartman waits for the guy to get a scoop before continuing, "Salted Carmel Brownie, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Cookies and Cream, Co-"
"Okay, okay. Hold on. You can only do three." The guy at the counter stops him.
"Four." Cartman argues.
"I said three."
"Four." Cartman persists with a stomp.
"...Fine." The guy at the counter concedes, before muttering, "Don't get paid enough for this shit anyway."
Cartman gets his ice cream and finally lets go of Kyle's hand to clutch at the cup with both hands. He walks away, leaving Kyle to pay.
Kyle does, and thinks the answer to his burning question, of whether Cartman would put a price on his pain, is a yes. If ice cream counts as a pleasure. Which, by the noises coming from Cartman, it does. Does he have to moan around his ice cream?
Cartman gives him a glance before letting out a loud moan as he flutters his eyes and- Nope.
Kyle's done. The day has been more than long enough. Kenny's already dipped. Why shouldn't Kyle?
So Kyle walks out the door instead of joining Cartman. He doesn't look back as he makes his way home. He's sure Cartman's too satisfied by his ice cream to care about anything else.
Kyle throws himself onto his bed, not caring to change out of his dirty clothes.
He'll deal with his parents yelling about skipping when they get home later. He'll deal with Stan's inevitable questions later. He'll deal with Kenny and Cartmanlater.