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The College Years: Cartman & Kyle
by KoiFishSushi and Jaden56

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South Park & Characters are property of Matt Stone & Trey Parker
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Chapter Two

-One Week Later-

Kyle groaned as he shifted underneath his covers, shivering as a cold blast of air in the window closest to his bed sprayed him with a light fall of powdery snow and icy wind. He and Cartman had gotten into one of their worst fights yet when Kyle's other roommate came knocking, asking after him with lewd suggestions as to why he'd been staying in his own dorm for once. He'd been fucking Cartman the past week, but he wasn't about to admit that to anyone.

The fatass had overheard the conversation between him and Jason and blew up at Kyle, calling him a Jewish whore and going into worse from there until Kyle threw something hard at Cartman’s head. He missed, breaking the fucking window behind him instead. Kyle had duct-taped the broken window the best he could since the dorm's manager refused to call maintenance to do repairs until it was a convenient time for them, after threatening to expel him entirely.

Cartman, of course, was blameless, happily putting all the fault on Kyle, who was guilty enough to grit his teeth and accept the fault. Yet some kind of 'divine intervention' or other had prevented him from getting kicked out of school for property damage, but he was still on a warning list. Needless to say he was stuck in the dorm room with Cartman, his alternative, Jason, having given him the boot, even though they hadn't messed around since he and Cartman tentatively hooked up. God, everything was so fucked up, and he was cold and miserable on top of it.

Cartman was a dick and everyone knew it, but he had felt he was in the right getting that pissed off and everything after Kyle made him quit the play... He was surprised he hadn't gone after Jason and beat his face in, honestly. He had refused to talk to Kyle for a while over it, in fact they'd fallen asleep the night before on completely opposite beds, each glaring off at the opposite walls, ignorant of the other’s presence being in the same room.

"I fucking hate you, Fatass..." Kyle mumbled into his pillow, sniffling - but not because he was upset and hurt. He was just getting a runny nose because of the damn wind. Of course. "Fuck this," he groaned a few minutes later when the wind started blowing hard enough to send pieces of duct tape flapping and a fresh flurry of snow falling on him.

Kyle bundled himself up, shaking the snow out of his curls, and trudged over to Cartman's bed, fully occupied by the large body that was oblivious to the cold and Kyle's plight. He hesitated a moment, glancing back to his snow-covered bed, but he hadn't slept at all since he and Cartman had had that stupid fight and the warmth was too tempting. Kyle was too stubborn to admit it was because he missed his roommate. His real roommate.

"Move over, Fatass," he mumbled, his only answer a soft snore and a slurring 'Mmm, Clyde Frog..."

Kyle cracked a grin despite himself, rolling his eyes before tugging that stupid stuffed animal out of Cartman's arms and crawling into bed to take Clyde Frog's place as his cuddle buddy. The redhead sighed at the heat of Cartman's sleep-warmed body as he very lightly nuzzled his lips and frozen nose against the center of his chest and closed his eyes, breathing softly.

Kyle just melted every time he was pressed up against that big, warm body, his mind shutting down and going blank with bliss, wondering how the hell anyone could be so damn comfortable. Kyle was tall and almost gangly, but Cartman made him feel small and vulnerable, especially when he was pressing the Jew into the mattress, smothering and making him writhe with heat. He still hated Cartman enough at times - the sex only making their fights and squabbling kinkier and more passionate, but he had been starting to enjoy their arguments, at least until they were fighting for real.

Kyle hated how much being seriously pissed off at Cartman - and Eric pissed at him - fucking hurt now, when before he would have cherished the silence.

Cartman didn't stir yet, just clinging to Kyle's body there in the cold. The redhead was a bit larger than Clyde Frog (whom no one else knew about, and if Kyle ever told - he would castrate that Jew). He shuddered, however, as he felt the colder body close in on him, and that nuzzle was what snapped him out of it. He grunted and backed up some, hitting the wall quickly since there was nowhere else to go.

“Goddamnit! Kahl... you stupid Jew. What are you doing in my bed? This is my bed. Your stupid bed is over there covered in snow because you broke the goddamn window!"

Cartman pointed and snatched up his frog again, just huffing as he eyed the plastic-eyed stuffed toy and threw it onto the side of the bed near the wall. Given the alternative, he'd rather curl up against Kyle regardless of how either of them could hold a grudge. Kyle hugged him back at least. He sighed and slumped into the bed, too tired to argue any further and just staring at the wall past Kyle, at that bed dusted with snow. If it was his own bed he'd be pissed.

"I know this is your bed, dumbass. Mine doesn't squeak like a whale's been beached on it," Kyle hissed quietly, bunching Cartman's covers around his head when the other jerked away, glaring at him like a ginger version of Kenny. "Yeah I broke the goddamn window. It should have been your stupid head!" Kyle knew he shouldn't be provoking Cartman, especially since he was invading the other's bed, but he was tired and stubborn and really just wanted Cartman to hold him again.

“You ready to stop being a douchebag, Jew?"

"Fuck you, Fatass!"

"Shut up, nutsack. Let me get back to sleep." Cartman knew he wouldn't sleep though. With a sigh he stared across at Kyle, tugging him closer, arms slipping around his smaller form. He wasn't fat. Kyle released his death grip on the blankets and sighed to himself as Cartman refitted him into his arms, although he was still pissed off that he'd broken down first and came crawling back to Cartman.

“Stop calling me fat and I'll stop calling you Jew...” Cartman stated, closing his eyes just to relax there. “Even though I have grown out of being fat, and you will never not be a Jew.”

"You're still massive," Kyle muttered against Cartman's shoulder, rubbing his hand along one of those love handles Cartman denied having, and didn’t like him touching. "Eating all my fucking burritos..." Kyle was cranky and couldn't let shit go, knowing he was keeping himself half-angry so he didn't give in completely and allow Cartman to win this stupid argument. It was his fault Kyle threw shit at him anyway.

Cartman was too fucking sleepy to really deal with Kyle, so he just let the redhead do whatever for now. Maybe he'd be pissed off at him later, and yell at the ginger kid for a while, and threaten to go get that costume back and beat the Jew into submission some more. Of course he could always hold it over Kyle's head that Kyle liked getting fucked with Cartman in that uniform. Such a self-hating Jew... god.

“I'm hungry. Do we have waffles still? I left three yesterday,” he muttered, rolling onto his back, one arm underneath Kyle's back/side still holding him somewhat, as lazy as it was.

Kyle shifted into Cartman's roll, dragging himself along until he was propped up on one elbow, his arm loosely laying across Cartman's broad chest as he pressed against his side, too awake now to get back asleep.

"Unless you woke up and sleep-ate again, they should still be there, retard." Kyle played with a button on Cartman's pajama top, not his adorable bear pj set that was in the laundry pile, but a deep blue silk one that made Kyle want to rub up against him and purr. He refrained, not feeling shameless enough and that fucking desperate yet.

“Ch... Go make me a waffle then, Kahl,” Cartman said, pointing to the kitchen lazily, then to Kyle, motioning for him to get up and make him a goddamn waffle. “Butter and syrup, you know how I like it. ...Make yourself one too. You need some skin on those bones, twiggy."

Cartman snorted and shifted to slowly sit up, batting away Kyle's hand from his pajamas. A glare was given down to his groin at the persistent morning wood. He hated how he got hard every goddamn morning, and if he was at all a sweet or forthcoming guy he'd gladly blame it on Kyle being so damn hot as to why he woke up that way everyday. But Cartman didn't care to be that open. Or sweet at all. It was just hard to think of Kyle as anything more than a stupid Jew that he fought with about everything (and once gave HIV to...). He sighed quietly and simply settled with stroking himself idly through the silken pants. It felt good. What.

"Dude. It's three in the morning. I'm not fucking IHOP, make your own goddamn waffles."

Kyle frowned as his hand was batted away, but he was getting fidgety and annoyed, wondering if this was similar to how Tweek had felt from just a night of sleep-depravation, because the poor bastard didn't sleep at all. Kyle reminded himself to stay the fuck away from coffee and just have water or orange juice for breakfast when he was ready to get up for real.

He groaned when Cartman started touching himself, getting out of the warm bed without another word. Kyle hoped the asshole froze his boner off as he shivered and groggily made his way to their open little kitchen area. He pulled two waffles out of the freezer and tossed the hard things onto a plate with a clatter before putting them in the microwave and setting the cooking time accompanied with annoyingly loud beeps in the otherwise quiet space.

"You want butter or are you making your own over there?" Kyle asked flatly, leaning against the counter while he waited for the waffles to thaw, disturbed by Cartman's shameless fondling.

The sick bastard probably masturbated in public and didn't even realize. Shit. Kyle pressed his hips covertly against the cabinet beneath the counter, feeling his own cock begin to stir at the soft, indecent sounds from Cartman's bed that were beginning to become increasingly familiar to him.

Cartman continued that slow rubbing, a notable damp spot forming on those silken pajama pants where they tented up, precum dotting it from the inside. He looked up from his stroking to notice Kyle staring at him, however brief a moment it was. A grin was given.

“What? I can't jerk off? And it's 5am, dick. Not three. Learn how to read the fuckin’ clock." Given, the clock was rather dimly lit so it was hard to see anyway, but he'd glanced to his wristwatch and noticed the time. "Perfect breakfast time. And yes I want butter. Syrup too."

"You jerk off at any given moment, asswipe. I hope it falls off."

Kyle slammed opened the door to the microwave before the annoying shrill of beeps could go off and give him more of a headache than he already had. Fuck, sleeping under that broken window had been making him sick. He got the syrup from the cabinet he'd not just been basically humping and the butter from the ‘Off Limits to Jews’ fridge - Cartman's large mini-fridge right next to their regular, dorm-issued one.

Cartman liked his breakfast sticky and sweet. Perhaps Kyle liked his breakfast sticky and salty? He could convince him to suck his cock, right? Surely they could screw around before classes... Cartman's first class was at nine, and Kyle's at ten, so they had plenty of time. Maybe... Cartman would apologize. Something in him wanted to say he was sorry just to get the fighting to die down again. Their unspoken truce had been kind of nice until Jason showed up.

"Here, Fatass." Kyle handed the plate and condiments over, waiting for Cartman to take his hand off his dick, and then crawled into bed next to him, not feeling the slightest bit hungry himself. He was cold all over again, and moaned quietly as he shifted towards the warm spot Cartman's body had made, burrowing himself within the covers and sniffling miserably.

“Jesus christ. You're sick and now I'm probably going to catch it. Thanks,” Cartman muttered as he began eating his waffles. He just folded a waffle in two after drenching it with butter and syrup and ate it like a taco. What? In less than five minutes he had both waffles eaten and the plate sat aside on the side table. He licked his fingers clean and he turned his attention back to Kyle. “If I get sick, I'll kick your ass."

"...Sorry," Kyle murmured after a long moment.

He was being a bitch, he knew, but it irked him to no end that Cartman had been pissed off at him for something that wasn't his fault. He hadn't gone back to sleep at Jason's dorm, and certainly hadn't fucked him, even though that bastard implied he had even before he started screwing Cartman. A hand job or two had been exchanged, but that was it. Cartman hadn't wanted to listen at the time, and Kyle was pissed off, but a part of him was also taken aback by how jealously possessive the brunette was, even though Fatass would only deny it, likely.

God, he just wanted to forget it all. Get the fucking window fixed and make up with Cartman, even though he’d never cared to before.

Cartman grunted and moved to tug Kyle up into his lap somewhat, leaning back against the wall. He took special care in pulling his blanket up over Kyle's shoulders and keeping him warm, even putting Clyde Frog in the redhead's lap. “He makes me feel better,” he muttered and looked away, huffing. “Guess we gotta keep your stupid ass warm." Strong arms wrapped around Kyle and tugged him to his chest, burying his face against those curly red locks.

"You'll get me all sticky," Kyle complained weakly, even as he snuggled into Cartman's lap and clutched Clyde Frog carefully, the poor thing threadbare and patched up in so many places.

Cartman didn't... hate Kyle. It was awkward. He liked him, though it was just really, really hard to try and admit that out loud.

“Hey K-Kahl..? " he murmured, closing his eyes.

"Mmm..." Kyle pressed his cheek against Cartman's shoulder, his honey eyes closing slowly as he basked in the feeling of Cartman's warm breaths sifting softly through his curls. "Yeah?"

God, he could almost forgive and forget all the horrible things Cartman had done and said to him throughout the years during these awkwardly sweet moments when their mouths and tempers didn't get in the way...

Cartman drew in a deep breath. This was probably the most awkward thing ever, and so very hard to do. He couldn't help it though, he wanted to just... not be so fucking awkward around Kyle anymore.

“You're... not that bad."

That was code for 'I like you,' if Kyle understood Cartman-speak at all. “You know, for a stupid Jew,” Cartman clarified, grinning and moving to pinch the other's rear lightly through his pajama pants. He couldn't help but feel stupid, stupid as hell.

Kyle started in Cartman's arms, frowning at the second half of his 'confession' and opening his mouth to protest, except that Cartman sounded so stumbling and uncomfortable, and damn fucking adorable, and changed his mind.

"Thanks," he said softly, hiding his grin as he rubbed his head lightly under Cartman's chin, squirming at the pinch to his rear, which shifted him enough so that Cartman's prick was poking him in the thigh. Served the bastard right for jerking off while Kyle was fixing him waffles.

“We... need to get some beer. Soon. I'll chip in some money if you go get it, though. I think we could use a drinking night, right..?" It'd make weird conversations like that alot easier. “Just don't snot on Clyde Frog." Cartman frowned a bit, his brows fixed together slightly. “I don't want to have to try and wash him, he'll probably just fall apart."

"Heh, maybe we should get some Nyquil first," Kyle muttered, his tone nasally, but he wasn't going to fucking snot on Clyde Frog. That was what Cartman's shirt was for.

"...I like you, too, Cartman." Kyle's voice was soft, not intending to have said anything back, but god did he want to get past the uncomfortableness and near-constant fighting. "Fuck knows why, because you're a loud-mouth racist son of a bitch who eats my burritos." Kyle untucked his head from beneath Cartman's chin, contrasting his rough words by brushing his lips against the side of his stocky neck almost affectionately.

"God you smell good..." Like syrup and the slightly musky body wash he used, breathing him in even through a stuffed nose. Kyle nipped at his neck lightly, like he was trying to taste him.

“Mm... Stop trying to eat me,” Cartman said at the nips to his neck.

Kyle made a muffled sound, but stopped trying to ‘eat’ Cartman in favor of sucking on his neck and trying to leave some kind of mark instead. A small revenge for the shallow lashes on his back and thighs from that fucking riding crop Cartman had managed to steal back from the costume department for their kinkier fucks.

“You know, I'm surprised you're not shacked up with Stan. I wouldn't have guessed you'd end up with me at any point,” Cartman said quietly, shivering a bit at the sensation of the Jew’s mouth on his neck. “I'm just a fat jackass anyway." Cartman laughed a little derisively and shrugged that idea off, looking at Kyle with a grin and ducking down to kiss him briefly.

"Stan?" Kyle pulled away from Cartman's neck with a light lick, giving a pleased sigh at the kiss. "Nah, he's all caught up with Wendy. Stupid bitch doesn't deserve him."

There was so much drama between those two Kyle sometimes didn't even want to pick up his cell phone when Stan called, because more often than not he was crying over Wendy leaving him to fuck another guy, or using him as a rebound. But Kyle’s best friend wouldn't listen to reason and just leave her already, so there wasn't much else he could do. Besides, he and Stan were too much alike - they'd probably drive each other insane living together before they even attempted to progress towards something more intimate. Not that Cartman didn't drive him insane, and they were as opposite as two people could get...

“I swear to god, Kahl, if you tell anyone that I'm... nice at all, I'll kick your ass." That didn't mean Cartman wouldn't be pestering Kyle in public and touching him in all the most inappropriate of ways.

Kyle laughed. "Dude. Who the hell ever said you were nice? You won't catch me saying that, don't worry." He lifted his hand to Cartman's hair, sliding his hand through those soft brown locks and tugging him into another lingering kiss. "Mmh... And don't do the self-degrading shit. That's my job as the Jew, remember?" Kyle teased him, tugging his hair lightly after they parted from the kiss. Kyle licked his lips, slightly sticky with the residue of maple syrup.

Heh. Might as well just come out with it. Cartman couldn’t possibly lose any more face than he already had. “If that Jason douche messes with you, let me know and I'll break his face apart."

Kyle groaned as Cartman brought Jason up again.

"I swear to god I'm not fucking him, nor did I ever! He wanted me to give him head, but that's just... no." Kyle shuddered.

He hadn't even given Cartman head before, most likely traumatized by the fatass trying to force him to suck his balls in any way possible when they were kids, even taking it to court. In the end he'd had to use his imagination to get Kyle to do anything of the sort. But now... well... maybe they wouldn't have to take oral sex to court, but the thought weirded him out a bit still.

"You're still hard," Kyle murmured, rubbing his thigh against Cartman's lap, his own cock still at half-mast since he'd been listening to Cartman touching himself, and then cuddling up against him and breathing him in like a fag.

“Maybe you should do something about it. Suck my dick,” Cartman said lightly, grinning crookedly. He didn't really care at the moment - his hard-on would go away eventually. For now he was happy to just sit there and have someone touch him. He'd never had any positive male influence in his life, no father to hold him and make him feel okay... And while Kyle couldn't physically hold him, this was good enough.

“Just ignore it. It'll go away... I'm thirsty anyway,” he muttered as he nudged the other off of his lap, just to slide out of bed and head into the kitchen. He grabbed a soda from the fridge and popped it open.

Kyle was starting to get a little frustrated how Cartman would pull away after giving Kyle teasing bits of almost-affection. It was maddening, and more effective towards getting a reaction out of him than any of Cartman's usual diabolical plotting - even worse because that probably wasn't even his intention. Unless it was his intention to make it seem like he wasn't plotting to make Kyle crazy, but he really was. Fuck, he made Kyle paranoid sometimes.

Kyle sat there quietly, bundled up in his blankets like an eskimo with his on-coming cold making him even more chilled. Kyle substituted the loss of body heat with one of Cartman's pillows just to have something to hold, but it was boring and not nearly warm enough.

With a few lazy sips taken from the soda, Cartman returned to the bed and sat the drink aside on the little table. “Mm... Goddamnit. You said you like me. You're a fag,” he stated bluntly, settling back under the sheets, snagging Clyde Frog for himself, watching Kyle idly with hooded brown eyes.

Kyle tossed the pillow and climbed on top of Cartman, partially pinning him down with his long limbs as he pressed a firm kiss to Cartman's mouth, prolonging the contact by running his tongue over the brunette's sugary-sweet lips, slipping inside to taste more of him. He slid his knees to either side of Cartman's hips, muffling a small whimper as that position exposed him to the heat between Cartman's legs. Even separated by the sheet and their sleep pants, and the other’s cock not quite touching his own, it was still incredibly arousing. Clyde Frog dropped somewhere off the side of the bed, forgotten for now.

"Yeah... I like you. I fucking want you," Kyle breathed, at odds with himself as he relaxed his back and dropped his pelvis against Cartman's, his body curving along the arch of the other's belly. "Don't push me away, okay?"

This last was said quietly, Kyle embarrassed at his admission, but it was hard being seriously mad at Cartman and them not talking for an entire day when this tenuous thing between them was so new and felt so good. He rubbed his hips gently against Cartman's, leaving small kisses against his lips and the corners of his mouth.

Cartman wanted to freak out. He wanted to pull a 'Cartman' and get all paranoid and straight-minded, but all he could do was sink into the kisses and crumble under the affection that was given to him. He sighed heavily at those words.

“Jesus, Kahl. So damn needy." His tone was clearly mocking though, a playful tone at that. He couldn't help but screw with Kyle even when he knew he was about to bury his sausage inside of him. “Mnghh... Fine... I won't push you away, but you should get out of your pants and take mine off too. It'll make this alot easier.“

Jew. He settled for insulting Kyle inside of his head, that way Kyle didn't get pissy, and Cartman still got to call him a Jew. It wasn't even an insult technically! Kyle was a Jew. Plain and simple! Cartman sighed at his thoughts, and slid a hand back to cup Kyle's ass, rubbing lightly.

"Mmh." Cartman felt so good against him. There was nothing boney about that body and the brunette was firmly cushioned and padded all over. Kyle would have preferred sleeping on Cartman rather than his own bed, even if it hadn't been covered in snow, but they still kind of spooked and weirded each other out sometimes, and using Cartman as his own personal body pillow would be something the other would definitely be against.

“Maybe grab some lube too... I don't feel like trying to wedge in your asshole dry," Cartman murmured. It didn't feel good to either of them, trying to plow a dry ass with a dry cock. Simply moronic. At least Cartman was thinking!

"Don't fucking rush me." Kyle transferred his kisses to Cartman's neck again, nuzzling his short hair out of the way before getting to work with his lips and tongue, with hints of teeth added into the mix.

Cartman wasn't used to this... this mutual affection and whatnot. He shuddered as he found himself hushed by Kyle, he couldn’t really resist well with those kisses and nips on his neck.

Kyle’s hands went to Cartman's top, unhurriedly undoing the buttons and brushing each inch of exposed skin with his fingers until he was sliding the shirt off Cartman's broad shoulders. Usually their messing around was often violent and hasty, with both of them sporting bruises afterwards. Although, Kyle had gotten some interesting bites, and whip marks, and rope burn as well. But the Nazi uniform wasn't there, and neither were the riding crops nor the urge to pretend they were someone else. It was just them, and that was a huge step towards admitting there was maybe potential for more between them other than only fucked up, kinky sex.

Kyle pushed his ass into Cartman's hand, moving his lips down Cartman's throat to his collarbone, descending as he leveraged fingers beneath the hem of Cartman's pants and stroked the warming flesh there too. His lips bumped against Cartman's nipple, worrying and teasing the nub with warm, moist caresses until it was hard and peaked in his mouth.

Cartman was insecure, though... very. He wasn't sure what he was doing there, not beating Kyle over the head or something, at the very least. He wasn't demanding sex, he was just... accepting Kyle's kisses and touches. Brows fixed together as those fingers slid beneath his pants. Cartman didn't want foreplay, he wanted sex... Foreplay got him too worked up to actually last long during sex, and he didn't want to perform short and badly...

"Kahhhl... C'mon,” he muttered, rocking against that hand lightly, against any affections. He wished he had a fucking gas mask to throw on and cover up his face from the embarrassing expressions he was making. Ugh... “Nyeehh... Kahlll..." His voice briefly went high-pitched and annoying, but he forced it back down. “C'mon...let's do it... You're teasing me too much, you damn Je--jerk."

"Shh. We have time," Kyle murmured, as if Cartman was seriously concerned about them being late to class. They had a few hours, and Kyle was just warming himself up.

He teased the nipple until Cartman was squirming and whining at him, kissing a light path across his chest to 'attack' the other one. Cartman was hot and heavy against his palm, already leaking pre-juices. Kyle gave him a gentle squeeze and slid his hand back out before the other burst, lightly rubbing his hip as if soothing a wild beast.

He lingered at Cartman's manboobs as long as he dared, although they weren't really moobs - Cartman had muscle here too. He almost chuckled at the thought, but he'd likely give Cartman the wrong impression that he was laughing at him while exploring his body so completely. Even if Cartman weren't body-shy, that would definitely make him uncomfortable and likely shove Kyle away.

"You want me to suck you, Cartman?" he purred, licking down the curve of his belly and nipping softly at his navel as he looked up at him through sensuously lowered lashes. "I know you've wanted to see my mouth wrapped around your balls, sucking you like a peach..." He was straddling Cartman's leg now, grinding him against him slowly as his own breath hitched and his heart began to race a little faster, tugging at Cartman's pants so the other would lift his hips.

Kyle was... freaking Cartman out pretty bad. He was very self conscious of every awkward curve and lump in his flesh and tried exercising when he could to rid himself of that big-bonedness. It was getting embarrassing having Kyle kiss all over him... he couldn't help but grunt a little and want to cover up. He just laid there, however, watching with a softened death glare at the body going down on him.

“Y-Yes. Suck my cock,” Cartman said almost unsurely, eyes hooded heavily with obvious lust. It was so strange, but now that Kyle was offering to suck him, he was almost nervous.

Kyle was torn into a million little pieces by that look and Cartman's awkward attempts at being a hard-ass and all demanding. It was just... precious. An attribute he'd never, ever thought he'd associate with Cartman, his sworn child-hood enemy. Kyle wanted to kiss and rub all over that body, to tell Cartman how hot he was and how much he turned Kyle on, but that was even too much for the Jew. Kyle swallowed and sent a soft, almost tentative smile to Cartman, starting to feel a little nervous as he tugged down Cartman's pants and threw them somewhere out of the way.

Cartman easily lifted his hips and helped Kyle get him out of his pants, brows fixed together. He couldn't help but chuckle a little.

“Better open that Jew mouth and get to work before I cum on your face,” he said teasingly, eyes narrowed, but he didn't really do anything. He just waited eagerly, blushing furiously despite himself. Now Cartman was naked except for his boxers, and Kyle was still fully dressed, which would have been fine if the redhead was intentionally trying to dominate and humiliate his roommate, but that wasn't it at all.

"I'll suck it," Kyle promised, his voice gone husky as he knelt up between Cartman's legs, his knee pressing against the brunette's crotch. He took the hem of the t-shirt he wore to bed in his hands, slowly dragging the material over his torso and pulling it off his head, leaving him in only his underwear too. His hair was wild and mussed in a half-fro, which he ran his hand through self-consciously.

“G-God Kahl...” Cartman groaned, watching him as he ducked down, just to pull up and start stripping before him? He shuddered a little, embarrassed like Kyle. This was wrong... so wrong. Jesus christ. He blushed darker as he watched Kyle start blushing, and just pressed his thighs together a little, trying to not feel so exposed.

Kyle was extremely self-conscious about his hair and his freckles and his ever-pale skin, which Cartman's persecution and ridicule of gingers had only worsened over the years. It was only fair that he was baring himself to Cartman if the other was laying there exposed and vulnerable to him too, their cheeks beginning to go red.

"Kahl... you are such a goddamn ginger kid." Cartman rolled his eyes and sat up, pushing his back against the headboard of the bed, glaring across at Kyle.

Kyle's eyes widened as Cartman called him a ginger and exposed the uncertain thoughts he'd been having when he'd stripped, his entire body shivering in the cold air of the room as he wrapped his arms self-consciously around himself. This was a bad idea. He should have just sucked Cartman off and fucked himself on his dick without any pretense, without his budding affection, building himself up to get shot down.

“I want to eat those freckles off of your body like little chocolate chips.” Cartman couldn't stop himself, and before long he was leaning forward and pressing lips to lips.

...FUCKING GOD that was the gayest thing he'd ever said or would ever say.

This was Cartman, the same guy that made another boy eat his own parents, who would have let Kyle die rather than give him his kidney, who fucking gave him HIV... Who was kissing him like he wanted him, and who Kyle was kissing right back. Kyle made a needy sound in the back of his throat, wrapping his arms around Cartman's neck and pulling their bare torsos tight together.

"U-Undress me?" Kyle whispered, panting against Cartman's lips, his honey eyes glazed. "I have freckles on my ass too..." He grinned, blushing, but definitely a little less body-shy after Cartman had said that to him.

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