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Lollipop	By : JackyBoy Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4563 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Lollipop
- 2-Watermelon Part 1
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Author’s Note: See? I’ve been a good boy! I brought another Chapter.
Lollipop
Chapter 2: Watermelon Part 1
Kyle didn’t think it necessary to brush his teeth or get into his pajamas, after all. He was too damn tired. He removed his coat and hung it over the upper bunk, where he was to sleep. He lazily removed his socks, as well as his jeans, and just threw them in the center of the room. With nothing but a white shirt and army camouflage briefs on, he slowly and tiredly climbed up the small, wooden ladder and slithered into the blankets, plopping his still hat- covered head on the pillow.
With his eyes closed, he began listening to the little noises that Cartman was making from the bathroom.
‘Fucking asshole.’
The very bit of consciousness left within his brain was thinking of how he should’ve just punched that fat bastard at that moment, back then. He just had to be so fucking sleepy and give into him.
‘What’s taking him so godamn long?’
Kyle peeped his eyes open by the tiniest bit and glared over at the bathroom door. Light was glazing through its small cracks. A big sigh of relief, followed by a *zrp* sound and the running of the sink water could be heard. After some silence, a *click* was made and the lights went off. As soon as the door knob was turned, Kyle immediately closed his eyes. His ear caught Cartman’s waddling footsteps walking somewhere past him, out of the bedroom area.
‘Where’s he going?’
Too tired to care, Kyle rolled on his stomach and fell into sweet, sweet slumber.

“Kyle…..”
“Hm?..........”
“Ky-le……”
“…..S……tan….?”
“Ky-le……. wake up!”
Kyle found himself waking up on his side. His eyes felt stingy with water. He looked at the clock hung on the wall right across from him; 3:48. He then trailed to the window; still dark out. It then occurred to him that there was some extra weight being put on the foot end of the bed. His vision directed itself to be met by a tall, round thing with its head being buried into one of its thick arms.
“………Cartman?”
The brunette’s free hand gave him a small wave as his devilish face served a delicately twisted smirk.
“Cartman. It’s almost four in the fucking morning. What the hell are you doing? Get off the bed, you’re going to break it and kill Stan, below us.”
“Ky-le. I need you to get up and follow me.”
“Wh-wha?-no. What?”
“Godamnit, Ky-le! Will you just do it?”
“What the hell do you want, Cartman?”
“Just follow me!”
“No!”
“Ky-le…….. I will scream. I’ll do it.”
“Cartman, go back to bed. Please!”
“ I’m gonna scream, here it comes!”
The jewish boy was planning on kicking Cartman. He estimated the distance between his feet and Cartman, realizing that the fat teen was a bit too far and, had he attempted any sort of physical harm upon him, Cartman could easily roll on top of his body and crush him, or for that matter, just start a loud ruckus.
‘Shit! Why can’t I be left alone?’
“Godamnit, okay. Stop! Fine. Just, give me a sec.”
Kyle rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up. His petite, frail body crawled down the ladder, followed by Cartman.
“Okay, what do you want?”
“It can’t be here.”
“Why no-“
“Look, Ky-le! It just can’t, okay.”
“Car-“
“Hang on.”
Cartman grabbed hold of Kyle’s shirt and pulled him along as he headed further away from the bedroom. The redhead was being dragged along with a hint of nervousness in his face. Cartman’s head poked around, as if he were looking for something.
“Okay!”
Cartman immediately headed for a sighted door. He pushed it open and swung Kyle’s body in, like a pack of luggage. Kyle had managed to keep his balance and prevented himself from hitting the ground.
“Jesus Christ!”
Kyle made a quick analysis of his surroundings. Though dark, he managed to spot some chairs and tables, as well as the huge fireplace in front of him.
‘Why are we in the lobby?’
“Cartman, turn on the light!....................................Cartman?..........”
No answer.
“No! Uh uh! No! I’m not doing this with you!”
It was really hard to see anything. Kyle could sometimes hear breathing, but he wasn’t able to pinpoint where it was coming from, it kept changing its location. It shouldn’t have been hard since the moon was reflecting on everything through the two abominably huge windows. Cartman must’ve been hiding.
“Cartman, answer me now or I’m going back to bed.”
Kyle sat himself on one of the tables. He had a cold feeling in his stomach and a bitter taste in his mouth; some of his many tired symptoms. He figured he’ll play with Cartman on this one and wait for a few seconds. If nothing happens, he’ll do what he proposed he’d do, which he was hoping would be the outcome. Then, suddenly, he heard the breathing, again. It was coming from behind him.
“Ky-le. Don’t turn around. I just want to tell you something.”
Kyle mindlessly did as he was told, his being pissed of was hinted in his voice.
“Yes?”
“Okay, Ky-le………”
Cartman’s breathing got right on Kyle’s neck. His hands planted themselves on either one of Kyle’s shoulders and slowly began to massage them. For the second time that night, Kyle grew tense because of his touch.
“Ky-le, you know how I’ve been pickin’ on you, all these years? You know, more than anyone else?”
“Well, yeah. It was kinda hard not for me not to notice.”
“Yeah, well…….. you know why, right? You………. You ever……..”
“Cartman. This is taking too long. State what you have to say.”
“Hang on, Ky-le! This isn’t easy!”
Cartman’s stubby, strong hands clasped tighter on Kyle. His tone was getting tense and every word he said, he punctuated on the consonants. Kyle could tell he’d triggered something and was getting ready to run out of there.
“Cartman, you’re scaring me.”
“Look! Just, don’t try to move, okay? Don’t!”
Kyle thought this through, a bit more. Where would he run to? They were in the middle of nowhere, in the freezing cold and the cabin only had so many places to hide.Then there was easily angered Cartman who would find him and eat him. He wouldn’t be surprised if that were the outcome.
“Okay………. okay!”
“…….God, I can’t do- I love you, Ky-le!”
“……..What? You mean, like…….w-OW!”
“Not in that shitty lovey-dovey way! I mean like in that way, that-“
“What way, Cartman!?! What way?”
“You know, that ‘saw-you-on-T.V.-and-in-a-playboy-magazine-and-I-get-a-hard-on-every-time-you-speak-or-are-just-there’ sort of way.”
“W-HAT!!??!!!- Let go of me, you sick fuck!”
Kyle attempted to jump off the table, but Cartman’s grip was tighter. As Kyle got up, he was slung on his backside, right back on the table.
“I-am-NOT-a-sick-fuck-so-don’t-you-ever-call-me-that-again-YOU-FUCKING-JEW!!!!!”
“………….”
Kyle shot a shocked and dazed expression at Cartman’s face. His big, emerald eyes along with his not yet matured face reminded Cartman of one of those porcelain dolls he was never allowed to play with, only to stare at. That in itself made even more sense in terms of the situation.
Cartman hated that Kyle made him feel that way. Growing up, he’d always had his airhead mom to do everything for him. She gave him that “space” that kids could only dream of getting from their parents. Then there was Kyle, nagging and scolding and yelling at the bad little boy he was/is. It gave him anger, but also pleasure. When he’d draw the line and watch the feisty boy rampage on him and beat the crap out of him, it brought this light, airy feeling to his stomach and heart. This same feeling that made him want to piss like a race horse was happening now.
He was mentally debating with himself on what he should do next. He could say ‘Fuck it!’ and crash lips, but then again, part of his attraction to the little nag was that everything was a game, he always got what he wanted from him through persuasion or blackmail.
But let’s go with persuasion.
“Look! Ky-le! I know this may be alarming to you-“
“Well, no shit!”
“Hang on! Hang on!”
“Oh, God! Oh, God, Oh, Jesus!”
“-and, well, here’s the thing: I think we should try it out.”
Something in Kyle’s head cracked and all he was capable of doing, at that point, was shooting a big load of bullets of ‘wtf’ glances.

“You’re………..se~rious? No bullshit?”
“Nope!”
“C-can………Can we turn on the lights, please?”
“Oh come on, Ky-le! It’s not like I haven’t noticed any of ~your~ signs.”
“What signs could I have possibly given off that would have made any indication of me liking you!?!”
“Well, maybe not me, but men in general!”
“What!?!”
“How you look at Stan, I’ve seen you! As if it already wasn’t obvious! And what about Pip and Mole! I caught you doing the ‘starezies’ at them, too. And, isn’t it odd that you only pick the girls with the flat chests and are 2 pounds soaking wet. What was wrong with Bebe, Ky-le? Boobs and body not to your liking? Oh, and you can’t stand it when Stan’s around Wendy, can you? No, not your Stan!”
“Shut up, Cartman!”
“Oh, and did you know that it has been proven that fags have better relationships with their moms than they do with their dads, as does a little Jew I know. Face it, Ky-le! It’s all there.”
“Leave me alone, Cartman!”
“So, Ky-le! Before you go on being bitchy about all this, give me a chance!”
Cartman lay his hands on top on Kyle’s and gently laced the fingers together.
“You know you want to.”
Cartman’s whispering voice left Kyle in a mute. As he spoke, his breath combed through the tiny hairs trailing down the smaller boy’s nape. It made him shudder and sent chills up his delicate spine.
“No, Cartman! No! I can’t! I won’t! That’s it! It’s final! I’m goin’ to bed!............... Cartman! Let m-
Cartman had taken his hand along with his own and seeped them both down into Kyle’s shirt. Slowly, he began rubbing and exploring all around the bony upper torso. He started from below, where his fat fingers conducted Kyle’s fingers to make tiny ringlets around his navel. As he went up, he slid past each rib and played them as if they were strings to a harp.
“Cartman, no.”
Cartman had gotten to the chest and lasciviously massaged the heart area.
“Gee, Ky-le! You’re not making much of an effort to stop me.”
After s few rubs, he slyly slid over to the right nipple; it was so small and had become so rippled. Kyle leaned back in surrender and Cartman couldn’t help but charm on a smiling face.
“You like this, don’t you.”
“I don’t know what I like, anymore. I give up, Cartman! You win! Happy?”
“He! Well, it would seem that you lose all your powers when it comes to shit like this.”
“Yeah, well……………. If my mom ever finds out………..godamnit.”
“What does that fat bitch know?”
“Mm! I’m so tired! I just wanted to go to bed. I can’t now, because you won’t let me and now I have all this unwanted stress.”
“…………………….”
“Cartman!”
“Ky-le?.............”
“What?”
“I got a totally, wicked idea!”
“…………….what?”
“…………………..You got that lollipop I gave you?”
Author’s Note: AHHHHH!!!!! I wanted to do the NC 17 stuff like I promised, but college is such a bitch and me under stress while typing stories just comes out weird(er) but I didn’t want to leave you guys with nothing and it seemed like such a good place to hold a cliffhanger and DAH!!!!!! So, there! It’s all the truth. I need to sort out some crap from my real life but it won’t take that long. THAT IS A PROMISE I CAN KEEP!!!!!!!!! So, please don’t yell at me or call me bad names………….okay?
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