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Kyle huffed in frustration as he pushed and pulled at his untamed curls. Of course they had to be a pain in the ass just before he had to leave. Stan was waiting for him in the living room of their shared apartment, and he could already picture the dark haired man pacing. Kyle knew Stan wanted to get to Tolkien's party as soon as possible, his not-so-secret crush on the host making him as impatient as ever.
"Are you almost done?" Stan called from behind the closed bathroom door.
"Yeah Dude, just a minute." Kyle called back, throwing his comb down angrily.
"You said that fifteen minutes ago." Stan groaned.
Kyle cursed to himself before giving up and walking over to the bathroom door before yanking it open. He was met with a startled Stan, and Kyle slipped passed him to go to his room. He spotted his green ushanka on his dresser and snatched it before roughly pulling it over his head. If he couldn't get his hair to cooperate, then he would just hide it. He already heard enough jokes about his hair from Cartman, he didn't need every one else joining in on his shit.
"Alright, I'm ready." Kyle announced as he left his bedroom, dressed in a black Green Day shirt and ripped dark jeans.
"Finally." Stan rolled his eyes, grabbing his black leather jacket to pull over his blue T-shirt.
"Shut up." Kyle said as he grabbed his orange sweater, pulling it on and leaving the zipper open before following his friend out of their apartment.
Tolkien only lived a few blocks away from their apartment complex, so the two men had no problem walking over to their friend's house. Of course, Tolkien's parents had bought him a house to live in while he was in college. It was very convenient for when the old South Park class wanted to get together for a night.
"Do I look okay?" Stan suddenly asked during their walk.
"Don't you think it's a little late to ask that?" Kyle chuckled.
"Just tell me, Dude!" Stan whined, opening his arms to show his outfit.
"You look fine, Stan. Tolkien will only have eyes for you." Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Just fine? Oh man, I need to go back home and change." Stan turned to do just that, but Kyle was quick to catch the back of his jacket and pull him back into step next to him.
"Jesus, Dude, you're acting like he'll think you look awful. Just chill out." Kyle patted his back, leading him down the last block to their destination.
"But what if he does think I look awful!" Stan worried.
"Then I'm sure he'd be more than happy to take them off you." Kyle snickered as Stan blushed, finally shutting his friend up. He loved his best friend to death, really, but he would always worry about trivial things when it came to a crush. He was the same way with Wendy when they were younger. At least he got his puking under control.
They finally arrived at the house, and they could already hear the music from outside. Thankfully the houses in this neighbourhood were separated pretty far from each other, so they didn't have to worry about getting noise complaints. Kyle could see a few vehicles parked here and there in the driveway and in front of the house, and his eyes caught a particular red car parked a few feet away. The car made his eyes roll, but a small excitement swelled in the pit of his stomach. At least the party wouldn't be boring.
The two friends entered the home without knocking, already knowing that it wouldn't be heard. A lot of people had already arrived, some were even stumbling, and it made Kyle wonder just how late he made them. A loud and boisterous laugh rang in his ears and he already knew who it belonged to.
"Do you see Tolkien?" Stan leaned up closer to Kyle's ear so the red head could hear him.
"Dude, we just got here. I haven't looked for anyone." Kyle laughed, his eyes scanning the room to look for the other man. When he spotted Tolkien chatting with Jimmy, Kyle nudged Stan and pointed in their direction.
"Check?" Stan asked nervously, turning his body to face Kyle as his eyes stayed locked on his target.
Kyle glanced over Stan's appearance, reaching over to adjust his clothes and fluff his thin hair. He patted Stan on the shoulder and nodded. "Check."
"Thanks, Man." Stan smiled appreciatively before taking a final deep breath and walking over.
Kyle chuckled fondly at his friend, watching as he gave an awkward hello to the chatting pair. He then made his way to the kitchen so he could grab a drink, slipping through the crowd of old friends. He smiled and nodded to anyone that greeted him, not really wanting to converse with people without some alcohol flowing in his system. The kitchen had a few people in it that were drinking and laughing, and Kyle spotted the array of liquor bottles along the kitchen island.
After Kyle finished making a drink, he noticed Craig walk over to the bottles with a sour face. "Hey Dude, how have you been?" He asks with a smile.
Craig looks up for a moment before sighing and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. "Well, this morning Tweek got angry at me for leaving my clothes on the bedroom floor." He pours the dark liquid in his cup of ice until it was half full before reaching for a bottle of Coke. "I mean, is it really that big of a deal? It's my own-"
Ah fuck, now Kyle regretted asking. He forgot that Craig liked to complain about the trivial issues of his relationship with any victim that approaches. His nasally voice was growing more agitated as he ranted, and Kyle just nodded along as he brought his drink to his lips. He downed it easily, needing it since Craig didn't look like he was letting up anytime soon by the way he started to flail his arms. Was laundry really something to get this upset about? He knew that they would make up easily, as they always do, and Craig just needed to let off some steam before he would talk to Tweek and they would both apologize. Every. Damn. Party this would happen, and somehow Kyle always had to hear at least some of it.
As Kyle tuned out Craig's ranting, he heard that loud laughter again. That distinct one that he could never forget. Before he could stop himself, he let his eyes wander to the living room until they landed on a large man standing on a coffee table along with Kenny. That large man was none other than Cartman. Kyle was honestly surprised that Tolkien allowed him to come almost every time, but he supposed that therapy really helped him to improve his social skills. Apparently enough to warrant him multiple invitations. He had heard a lot about Cartman from Kenny, but they didn't talk a whole lot since graduating high school. The occasional quick conversation at a party, playing games online with the four of them, or even if he happened to be home when he was visiting Kenny since the two were roommates like himself and Stan. Okay, maybe he saw him more often than he thought, but whatever. It didn't feel like it was very much, like it wasn't enough.
Kyle shook that thought out of his head. He shouldn't be upset that he didn't get to see the Fatass everyday, he should be celebrating. His life was a lot calmer now, easy going, quiet, stress free, boring, a little lonely- Ugh, stop it! Kyle was about to pull out his stupid brain.
Suddenly, Cartman's gaze shifts over to the kitchen. Their eyes locked, deep green meeting heterochromatic. For some reason, it felt like he hadn't seen those eyes in ages even though he saw Cartman a few weeks ago. When Cartman gave him a smirk and raised his middle finger, Kyle rolled his eyes and lifted his own before shooting him a glare. Even though he changed, he was still Cartman.
"-and then he got upset about the dishes, acting as if I never do them. Why does he-"
Kyle quickly made himself a new drink, Craig's voice filtering back into his ears. He got himself into this mess, he had to deal with it. He was too nice to tell Craig to shut up, if only Cartman were in the kitchen to do it. Cartman had no problem telling people when they were annoying, and Kyle would scold him every time but he secretly wished he could bring himself to say the same thing.
"That's pretty much it, I guess." Craig sighs, taking the first sip of his drink.
Oh thank fuck. "Sounds rough, Dude." Kyle nodded with fake sympathy, chugging his drink once more until it was half gone. He hadn't really paid too much attention to his ranting, but he figured it wasn't really important.
"What do you think I should do?" Craig asks in defeat.
"Uhhh.." Fuck, he only heard a little bit of Craig's ranting. "Maybe-"
"Kyle!"
Great, another pain in the ass. Kyle turned at the high pitched voice of Bebe. He didn't know which one he should suffer through, Craig or Bebe. Preferably neither, he would rather spend a week with Cartman than listen to these two for five minutes.
"Hey, Bebe." Kyle gave a strained smile.
"How have been?" She beamed, pulling him into a hug.
"Good." Kyle went stiff, thankful that she pulled back quickly so he didn't have to return the hug.
"Just good?" She giggled.
"We were busy talking, y'know." Craig's annoyed voice cut in.
"More like you were busy talking." Bebe snapped back.
"Either way, you shouldn't interrupt." Craig glared.
"No one cares about your stupid love life." She huffed, rolling her eyes.
"Fuck you, at least I can keep a relationship." Craig spat, lifting his hand to flip her off.
"What did you say?" She fumed, stepping closer to him.
Kyle took that as his sign to slip away, thankful that the two didn't mix well. He swiped a bottle of beer on the way since he didn't want to stay long enough to mix another drink. As he walked away from the arguing pair, his eyes wandered to the living room again. Particularly, to the coffee table that still had the dancing duo. His gaze met Cartman's once more, but this time he gave Kyle an amused look as he nodded towards the two he just left. Kyle felt a small smile creep onto his lips, nodding in agreement.
He saw laughter in those eyes before they turned away to look at Kenny. For some reason, he wanted them back on him, looking at him, only paying attention to him. That wasn't weird, of course not. After going his entire life where Cartman's attention was always on him, it was completely normal that he expected it from the large man. Yeah, totally normal.
Kyle finished the rest of his drink, tossing the empty plastic cup in a trash can that he stopped next to. He twisted off the lid of his beer, throwing that away too before deciding to walk around. Chugging those two drinks- especially because he made them strong- definitely helped him to get a buzz faster. He brought the bottle to his lips as he strolled through the living room to look for Stan. He didn't spot his friend or Tolkien anywhere, and Jimmy was chatting with Tweek now which could mean one of two things: Stan somehow successfully seduced Tolkien, or he ran away and Tolkien chased him. Again.
He walked over to Jimmy and Tweek, giving them a smile in greeting. "Hey, how's it going?"
The two men turned to look at him, Jimmy returning his smile as Tweek twitched.
"H-Hey, Kyle." Jimmy greeted back.
"Hey, Dude." Tweek nodded.
"Have you guys seen Stan? I can't find him." Kyle asked as he sipped his drink.
"Oh Jesus! What if he got kidnapped?!" Tweek gasped.
"I think h-he went ups-upstairs with Tolkien." Jimmy pointed to the stairs behind him while wiggling his eyebrows.
"Holy shit, really?" Kyle asked in surprise, glancing at the stairs.
"Is that bad? Is Stan gonna attack Tolkien or something?!" Tweek asked in his continued panic.
"What? No! They're probably making out." Kyle laughed.
"Y-Yeah, shouldn't you be m-making out with someone, Tweek?" Jimmy grinned at the blonde.
"You mean Craig? That asshole needs to learn some basic cleaning before I kiss him!" Tweek flails in anger, accidentally tossing his drink at Kyle.
"Aw, Dude! Seriously? This is my favourite shirt." Kyle groaned, staring down at his wet clothes.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" Tweek wailed, looking around for anything to use to clean the mess.
"Ugh, it's whatever. At least it's a black shirt." Kyle sighed, removing his sweater before it got stained. He turned to make his way to the kitchen to grab some paper towel when he noticed Cartman staring at him. Though, this time instead of amusement, there was something different in their depths. His eyes weren't staring at his own either, but rather a little lower. He looked down at his wet shirt and noticed his nipples peaking through the cloth clinging to his skin. He blushed at the sight, refusing to look at the other man as he hurried to the kitchen.
He placed his sweater on the counter before tearing pieces of towel from the roll, his face still hot as he roughly wiped his shirt. Why was Cartman looking at him like that? It was almost like he was turned on, but that couldn't be it. Cartman wasn't attracted to him, there was just no way. He was probably thinking of ways to rip on him. Yeah, that sounded right.
Kyle finished cleaning the mess as best as he could, throwing away the used paper towel. With a deep sigh, he downed the rest of his beer before setting the empty bottle on the counter. He then chanced a glance at the living room again, unable to control himself. He sucked in a sharp breath when he noticed Cartman was now off the table and standing to the side with his eyes still heavy on himself. The way he was staring at Kyle had the red head heating up considerably and he was suddenly very parched. Must be the alcohol.
Kyle watched as Cartman's gaze travelled over his body, lust swirling in those mismatched eyes and making Kyle feel lightheaded. Definitely the alcohol.
Cartman lifted his gaze until their eyes met once more, and his half lidded stare bore into Kyle's very soul. Was it really the alcohol?
Cartman ran a hand through his hair, messing it up and giving him the sexiest bed head Kyle had ever seen. Fuck, it wasn't the alcohol.
Kyle felt his body flare up the longer they stood. Before he knew it, his legs were moving. Kyle was getting closer to his target, and said man straightened his back as a smirk lifted his lips. He looked so good, Kyle wanted to punch him in his handsom fucking face. How dare the brunette look at him like that, after everything he did to Kyle. That asshole was going to get it.
"Hey, Jew. What's-"
Kyle cut Cartman off before he could finish, fisting his collar tightly before bringing him closer to glare hard at the slightly taller man. Cartman stared at him with surprise and lust, and Kyle sneered. With a quick glance around the house to see that no one was paying attention, he dragged Cartman into the nearest closet. He shut the door, roughly shoving Cartman against the wall.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Kyle hissed, pressing his forearm against the soft chest.
"What are you talking about?" Cartman scoffed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kyle leaned closer, their breaths mingling.
"Like what?" Cartman's breath stuttered slightly.
Kyle leaned his head to this side of Cartman's head, his lips brushing against his ear. "Like you want to fuck me." He said bitterly, his stomach burning in arousal.
"Fuck, Kyle." Cartman breathed, his large hands landing on Kyle's waist.
"Is that what you want, Fatass?" Kyle pressed his thigh against Cartman's groin, smirking at the small gasp. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Cartman groaned, nodding as his hands slipped under Kyle's shirt so they could splay over his pale chest. "Hell yes."
Kyle let a quiet moan slip passed his lips when soft fingered brushed over his hardened nipples, the stickiness becoming more evident as it dried against his skin. He pulled back, staring into hungry heterochromatic eyes. Without a second thought, he smashed his lips against Cartman's, his thigh pressing harder. He felt Cartman part his lips, and Kyle took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside the warm mouth. They both moaned at the taste of the many different drinks on their tongues, the muscles pressing and swirling against each other in a messy dance.
Cartman moved his hands from Kyle's chest to his hips before pulling him close enough for their clothed erections to meet. The fact that Cartman was just as hard as Kyle made the red head moan, grinding their bulges together. The contact of their cocks mixed with the feeling of Cartman's tongue pushing against his own made Kyle's head spin. At this moment Kyle didn't care that this was his childhood frenemy, he only thought about how much he wanted to feel his larger body envelope his own.
"Kyle.." Cartman grunted softly against thin lips, his own plush ones moving to kiss the corners of Kyles mouth.
Kyle huffed as his rocking increased, sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. Their tips brushed roughly together, and he bit Cartman's lower lip to stop a loud moan from erupting. The brunette groaned, his head tilting back in ecstasy. Kyle pulled back from his lips to instead latch onto the thick neck, giving a rough thrust as his teeth sank into the soft flesh. Cartman moaned long and low, his wide hips stuttering to gain more pleasure.
"You feel so good." Kyle groaned, grinding faster when Cartman reached for his nipples again. He bit down on the neck a second time when Cartman suddenly pinched his nipples, stifling his moan. He could feel his release building, making his hips stutter in their movements. Kyle reached around to grab Cartman's ass, pulling him as close as possible to frantically grind their cocks together. He could feel himself getting closer, and he couldn't stop the moans of pleasure that spilled from his lips. He buried his face in Cartman's neck, pressing up one final time before exploding. His orgasm hit him like a truck, his body shuddering and his brain melting.
Kyle felt like he was floating, clinging to Cartman so he didn't collapse. He hadn't came that hard in a long time, and all he had done was grind on the larger man. He wondered what it would be like to go all the way with him.
"Did you cum?" Cartman was panting lightly, his hands travelling from Kyle's chest to his hips once more.
"Y-Yeah." Kyle huffed, feeling the wetness in his boxers.
"Well..." Kyle gasped when he was suddenly being shoved against the wall instead, his chest pressed tightly to the hard surface. "I didn't." Cartman whispered in his ear, causing Kyle to shiver. He could feel the bulge pressing against his ass, and it made Kyle swallow. His face felt like it was on fire as Cartman started to gently rock against his plush backside. Kyle shuddered, shutting his eyes and arching his back to grind himself against the other.
The feeling of the clothed cock rubbing slowly against Kyle's ass was a little humiliating, but it also set his body ablaze. Cartman's grip on his hips was firm and sure to leave bruises, but Kyle couldn't seem to care. When one large hand left his hip to instead cup his sensitive bulge, Kyle's eyes flew open and he let out a shuddering whimper.
"Someone's sensitive." Cartman chuckled, increasing his thrusts as his teeth found the back of Kyle's neck.
"F-Fuck you." Kyle gasped out, biting his lip harshly when Cartman squeezed his weeping cock. When Kyle felt the hand start to unbutton his pants, he tried to push it down but was slapped away. Kyle brought his hands up to press against the wall, not having the fight in him to stop Cartman from pulling his soft cock out of his jeans.
A quiet pleasured cry left Kyle when Cartman started to pump him, his body trembling as his hips instinctively tried to pull away from the pained pleasure of overstimulation. He felt Cartman rock his hips harder against his clothed ass, small grunts leaving his lips. Kyle's cock came back to life from the mixture of the hand and the noises that Cartman was making. He sounded so blissed out, and the feeling of his hot breath against the red heads skin drove Kyle insane.
"You're wrong about before, Kyle," Cartman moaned, twisting his hand over Kyle's tip and making lewd noises from the wetness, "I don't want to just fuck you, I want to ruin you."
Kyle moaned at his words, his head dropping and a sobbed plea leaving his lips when Cartman's other hand went from his hip to pinch and pull Kyle's nipple. Cartman's skilled hand massaged his cock perfectly, his legs trembling so much that Kyle was afraid he would collapse at any moment.
"I wanna shove my cock inside that tight ass and fuck you until all you can do is cry." Cartman hissed, thrusting up hard enough to make the hand around Kyle hit the wall. "Fuck, say my name."
Kyle groaned deeply as he tried to thrust against the cock against his ass as well as the fist around his own throbbing one. "E-Eric." He whimpered, a hand leaving his chest to roughly grab his jaw. Cartman turned Kyle's head enough for him to slam his lips against the other, his grinding quickening as his cock pulsed in his pants. The fist around Kyle pumped faster, and Kyle could feel the burn in his stomach as a second orgasm approached. "Please make me cum."
Kyle's quiet voice was enough to send Cartman over the edge, their moans mixing together as Cartman finished in his boxers while Kyle's cum sprayed over the wall. Kyle's cock twitched in Cartman's hand, overstimulated and red. He was panting heavily in the brunettes mouth, his body buzzing from two orgasms back to back.
"Fuck." Cartman whispered, pulling back from the shaking red head.
Kyle collapsed to his knees, panting and sweating. Now that his post orgasmic clarity was setting in, he realized what he had just done. He dry humped Eric fucking Cartman and came not only once, but twice. He was screwed. Well and truly fucked.
Kyle blinked and turned his head when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, his glossy green eyes meeting Cartman's concerned ones as he crouched in front of him.
"You good?" Cartman asked quietly.
Kyle could only nod, blinking away the burn he felt in his eyes from the painful pleasure he had just experienced moments ago. He sometimes forgot that Cartman could be caring when he wanted to, and it felt nice.
"Good. Well, uh, thanks I guess? I mean, it was fun, and I wouldn't mind if we could maybe, I dunno, do it again sometime?" Kyle raised an eyebrow at Cartman's rambling, a small quirk of amusement lifting his lips. "Well, properly. The dry humping was hot as fuck, but I want to see the rest of that gorgeous body."
Kyle felt his face heat up as a blush spreads across his cheeks. "Whatever, Fatass. Do what you want." He huffed.
"I'll take that as a yes." Cartman grinned, leaning forward to press his lips against Kyle's.
Kyle melted into the kiss, a soft sigh leaving his nose. He couldn't deny that he also had fun, and that it was hot as hell, and that he wanted to do it again. Even if it was Eric Cartman, Kyle wanted to see how it would feel to go all the way with him.
"Can I also take you on a date?" Cartman smirked against his lips.
"I suppose that can be arranged." Kyle smiled back, leaving small pecks against plush lips.
"You know everyone probably heard us, right?" Cartman asked with a snicker.
"I know."