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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 Three

Eric Theodore Cartman was mean and he knew it. He was trying to not be, but after years of practice it was hard not to be a royal jackass to Kyle.

He snarled a bit as their kiss was ended, though the Jew panting and rocking against him was just enough incentive to keep him from being a brat any longer. Cartman didn't say anything, however, he just began to tug Kyle's underwear down slowly after quickly removing his own, forcing him close to pull the shorts off fully. He looked over Kyle’s shoulder and downwards, brown eyes hooded.

“You do have a goddamn ginger ass... " He'd never taken the time to look before... but Cartman just groaned at that new little aspect. Shit. Kyle was such a fucking daywalker.

Kyle blushed, hugging Cartman's neck tight as he resisted the impulse to turn around to check out his own ass to see if the freckles were really that bad, or if Cartman was just exaggerating. "Shut up," he muttered, wriggling his ass a little for show and chuckling at Cartman's reaction.

“Mmm... There... C'mon now, suck my cock. You've kept me waiting like eleven years now. Imagination Kyle didn't suck my balls right, you could do better, fag." Cartman snorted and settled back against the headboard with a perverse grin, sliding a hand down to stroke himself a little, rubbing the hard flesh between his legs. “Mm?"

"He didn’t? You looked pretty happy to me."

Of course Kyle didn't actually know, because he'd been have a near-apoplexy at the time. But god it riled afterwards that a doppelganger of himself had sucked Cartman off in front of everyone. It was nearly as bad as if Kyle had done the shameful deed himself. But eleven years was a damned long time to wait for head...

"Yes, Master." Kyle gave Cartman a sharp grin, glad for the distraction from the embarrassment of checking each other out. He pushed one more kiss to Cartman's lips, the pressure more aggressive than tender, although he was almost languid as his body slid down Cartman's, making sure to touch him all over on the way down.

He settled between Cartman's thick, meaty thighs, now face-to-face with what he'd been putting off for over a decade. Kyle shuddered and batted away Cartman's hand, watching the wet head of his cock bounce lightly against the curve of his belly. Kyle breathed out a short chuff of air over the red tip, sliding his hand between Cartman's legs to cup his balls as he gave his cock a tentative lick with his tongue, moaning softly.

Kyle was a d-bag and the Jew fucking knew it.

Cartman just stared down at the redhead and watched as he went to work, waiting for him to get down to his balls and actually start sucking him. Balls, cock, whatever the ginger wanted to suck, that was fine. Cartman was too awkwardly turned on to care at the moment. There was no force great enough to turn him into someone who willingly admitted he needed someone like Kyle at his side... but he wanted him there now, and all the time. He liked the Jew, though he'd try his damnest to get the faggot to at least denounce his religion for good.

That'd be a step forward for the self-hating Jew.

Cartman watched quietly, only whining a little as he felt those lips ghost over his body, and then Kyle’s hand cup his balls, which were heavy and sagging with need.

“I really need to get into shape...” he muttered, shifting to sit up somewhat so he could see Kyle better past his stomach. Exercise was on the menu today - he had to eat better and work out more so he could watch Kyle go down on him without missing anything, dammit.

“Nyeeh... Kaaahl, just suck it alreadyyy..."

Kyle was trying to get adjusted to the feeling of having a cock in his mouth and testicles in his hand, but no one could really get used to that sort of thing, he thought. And then thought again when Cartman actually shut up for more than a few seconds, and then started that helpless whimpering that caused Kyle's cock to twitch as he finally sealed his mouth over the head of Cartman's cock. He could definitely grow to getting used to giving blow jobs if he got these kinds of reactions out of the other man.

Kyle rubbed his tongue experimentally along the upper half of Cartman's shaft, rather loving the petal-soft texture of him over aching stiffness beneath. He gave a muffled hum against the other’s cock, and pulled his mouth back enough to speak, his breaths puffing over the dripping slit.

"But I like your shape," Kyle said softly, gently kneading the other's balls in his palm. "I mean, I want you to be healthy, yeah. But don't try to make yourself a stick on my account or anything." Kyle blushed.

He couldn't come right out and say he got off on Cartman being so much bigger than he was, especially since he easily overwhelmed and dominated him, making Kyle senseless with lust when he was craving his own forced submission, or even compliant submission. Other than the chronic masturbation and random sleep-mumblings about the weirdest shit, Eric was a fantastic bedmate for an unremitting snuggler like Kyle.

He was so warm and so soft Kyle immediately felt at ease and seductively drowsy laying pressed against him, or on top of him, or when Cartman was at least partially awake - carefully smothered beneath him. He'd never appreciated the 'fatass's' build before, but he couldn't imagine Cartman any other way, and that was fine with him.

Cartman was a bit surprised when he heard Kyle say he liked his shape, and he was just as pink in the face over it as the Jew. He didn't know what to say in response. All his life everyone made fun of the fact that he was a fatass, even his optometrist called him a little piggy! He hated his body, but to hear the Jew tell him he liked it... it was strangely satisfying. He smiled crookedly but couldn't really hold that expression for long because Kyle was working him in all the right ways. He hadn't had his cock sucked in a while, and the last time had been some chick at a party. It wasn't good or memorable and as awkward as it was to say, Cartman was looking forward to remembering this time.

Kyle rubbed his cheek softly against Cartman's thigh, giving into the tenderness he felt for the other for his insecurities, but the position also moved his mouth right next to Cartman's balls. Having found his cock palatable enough, Kyle went to work on his balls without further hesitation. Cartman shuddered when Kyle moved further down, eyes widening a bit when his first ball slid into the heat of that Jew’s mouth.

It was sloppy and the Jew hadn't had practice before, so there was very little finesse, but what Kyle lacked in experience he more than made up for in his desire to get Eric off. He sucked one testicle into his mouth, rolling and massaging it with his tongue until it was soggy and tight, before letting it plop out and smack wetly against Cartman’s inner thigh, returning similar treatment to the other one. His hand snuck up to wrap around Cartman's cock, jerking him at an awkward angle but trying his best to make the brunette feel good without embarrassing either of them too badly.

“No. Fucking. Way,” Cartman grunted out, almost as if he was about to reveal this all to be some sick, sinister plan to get Kyle to actually suck his balls. The whole gay thing, the whole fucking and kissing and everything, just to get Kyle to suck his balls.

But that wasn't it. He was just... caught off guard by how goddamn good it felt.

He shuddered and slid a hand down into those messy red curls, holding Kyle close to his groin as the Jew changed sides, almost petting him to encourage the oral attention. He reached down with his other hand, aiding Kyle's hand and touching himself alongside the other's movements, really working himself up.

Kyle was starting to get the hang of sucking balls, he thought. For a second Chef's famous chocolate salty balls flittered through his head, making him grin. But Cartman didn't taste like chocolate – or vanilla - which would have been weird as fuck, and he was only a little salty, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it'd be. If he'd been forced into this position he would have gagged and had a fit for sure, but nothing about this moment was forced. Kyle was completely willing to give his roommate pleasure while he rocked his hips against the mattress for his own.

"Ah... if you keep that up... Ahhh, I won't last..." Is that what Kyle wanted? Cartman could come at any second. His formerly-nice, gentle hair petting was starting to become a little frantic, more yanking than actual petting as Kyle really got into his work.

Kyle moaned quietly at the hair pulling, allowing the faint vibrations to course through Cartman's balls before he let them both plop out of his mouth, soggy and dripping, and nuzzled the base of Cartman's cock with his lips. He grinned when Cartman's hand bumped his nose as the other fisted himself impatiently, and he nipped at those blunt fingertips as he lifted his head, curls falling over cheeks and forehead as he hovered his mouth over Cartman's rigid cock again.

"So come," he murmured, the amusement and lust evident in his tone. He swirled his tongue over the leaking cockhead as a teaser before he opened his mouth and slowly slid Cartman past his lips until his mouth was nestled against the circle of the other’s fingers, sucking him hard.

Even if he wanted to - even if every muscle in his body stopped moving at that very moment and he ignored the desires coursing through him - nothing could have stopped Cartman from coming at that moment when Kyle said he should. Cartman gave out a little gasp, a sound that was quite unlike the big-boned brunette. It wasn't a whine or anything, just a gasp followed by a slow moan as he let go of his length and ground up into that sinful mouth, his hand still tight in Kyle's hair.

Even though Kyle was expecting Cartman to come, he still wasn't entirely prepared for the thick, salty goo to fill his mouth almost immediately. Kyle furrowed his brows helplessly as Cartman grinding into his mouth prevented him from either swallowing or pulling back and spitting the spooge out, forcing him to hold the other's cum in his mouth while Cartman pumped into him, still adding more.

“Mnghh... K-Kaaaahlll,” Cartman groaned lowly as his head rolled back against his pillow, breath hitching briefly. It wasn't long before he shifted, sitting up somewhat to look down at Kyle who surely had a mouthful of cum, or his face was splattered, or he managed to suck it all.

“See, if you would have sucked my balls eleven years ago we'd probably be doing this every day since then,” he snickered and slid a hand down to mess up those red locks. He slumped back against the bed, worn out. “So you want me to like... do something to help you get off too? Sex?" The fatass was actually being selfless for once, but unfortunately – or fortunately – Kyle hadn’t seemed to have heard him, the Jew busy recovering from choking on his dick.

"Geh-ack!" Kyle coughed hoarsely when Cartman finished, his sinuses and eyes burning as he forced himself to swallow what spooge he hadn't already drooled or coughed out, shuddering almost painfully. "You asshole, don't grab my head!" Kyle hissed, scrubbing his mouth with the back of his hand as he blinked back reflexive tears because Cartman's cock had been jabbing at the back of his throat near the end.

They were a mess, but some discarded article of clothing was within reach so Kyle quickly wiped them both down, throwing the pants or shirt or whatever towards the corner that served as their laundry pile. Kyle was red-faced, but calmer once he could breathe without coughing, working up spit in his mouth and swallowing reflexively so he could try to get the strange after-flavor out of his mouth. An acquired taste for sure. Cartman just sort of laid there as Kyle choked, waving it off as Kyle's first blow job and that the redhead would get the hang of it after a while.

Up until the coming in his mouth and choking him part, Kyle had actually sort of enjoyed going down on Cartman. He was responsive and easily flustered, and made the most arousingly adorable sounds, which made the act almost worthwhile.

"Sorry. I'm not used to having cock down my throat," Kyle muttered quietly, knowing Cartman hadn't intentionally tried to suffocate him, but they were both relatively new to oral, or at least Kyle was. They'd just have to learn. "But at least you didn't call for your mom this time."

Kyle's expression broke into a grin as he stretched himself up and along Cartman's sated body. He made himself comfortable as he nestled his cheek against the curve of Cartman's neck and shoulder, his nose nudging against the soft hint of a jaw line.

"Mm. Just hold me a bit..." Kyle murmured, able to say such an embarrassing thing when he wasn't looking right at Cartman. His body was thrumming gently from his accomplishment of sucking Cartman off, having it actually feel good for the other man instead of only managing to mortify the fuck out of the both of them.

Cartman sighed when Kyle mentioned his mom and just looked down at him. “Jesus christ, Kahl, I wasn't calling my mom that time. " He rolled his eyes and slid his arm around him regardless of how gay 'just hold me a bit' sounded. What the fuck. He rolled onto his side and got between the wall and Kyle, still holding him close.

"Mmhm," Kyle hummed, brushing his lips lightly against Cartman's neck as he hid a small smirk, snuggling shamelessly against Cartman when it was apparent the other would tolerate the invasion of space. "I love the way you say my name when you're coming, though..."

That was a husky whisper against Cartman's throat, Kyle kissing him softly as he felt the heat of Cartman's flush against his lips. Kyle would risk his own humiliation for this kind of reaction in the other gladly. He worked his knee in between Cartman's as he settled in, pressing his own lingering arousal against the other’s thigh in sweet, languid torment that he was fine with letting simmer, further associating being held by Cartman with pleasure. He almost hated himself for how low he’d sunken, but couldn’t find the motivation to really be bothered with the fact that he was literally sleeping with the enemy. Christ.

“Goddamn Jew...” The fatass exhaled quietly and tilted his head, nudging nose against the other's hair. “Sorry I choked you with my massive dick. You should practice more so you don't choke again," Cartman snickered and curled his hands into that red hair.

"You'd suffocate on mine for sure. Better start practicing on the biggest banana you can find," Kyle said, not letting Cartman think blowjobs between them were going to be a one-sided deal. No fucking way. Kyle let his hand wander over Cartman's chest while the other pet him lazily, molding his palm over the curve of his pec and feeling the nipple, stiff from the stimulation and the cold air, dimple the center of his palm.

Kyle was a damn idiot if he thought that Cartman was going to try and suck that massive dick. It was way too big, especially for a scrawny Jew, and not worth dislocating his jaw over. Though... considering he had just choked Kyle on his own... Wait, no. Forget it!

“No way, fag,” he grunted. “I don't wanna suck your cock. I had to wait eleven years to get you down on me, so you're going to have to work a little harder than that."

"Fuck that. I'm not sucking your wrinkly little cock for nothing!" Kyle chuffed mildly, only half-serious. "You at least owe me breakfast, asshole."

Regardless, Cartman ended up slumping closer to the redhead and grinning a little since the expression would go unseen. For the longest moment he seemed content to just pet Kyle's hair, rubbing it slowly... nothing important or anything, just holding him. It was weird to actually think about holding Kyle, but he liked it.

“You can sleep in my bed tonight, I guess. I mean, if you can find room." Kyle would need a whole new mattress since it was snow-covered and surely wet, and no one deserved to sleep on a moldy bed. Except maybe Kenny, because he was poor.

Kyle sighed, "We need bigger beds..."

Cartman frowned to himself, figuring Kyle wouldn't want to try and sleep in his bed, since Cartman liked to sprawl out (...or more likely that he just took up most of the room without trying). “Dude. What time is it..?"

Inwardly, Kyle was content to share a confined sleeping space with Cartman, which only gave him more reason to sprawl across the other's deliciously comfortable bulk, and just languish. He let out a small groan at the mention of the time. It was around five when he'd gotten up the first time, so it had to be at least an hour or two later. Which meant that Cartman had class in a couple more hours, and even though Kyle's started an hour after his did, the noisy bastard usually woke him up too just out of spite.

"I don't want to get up," he whispered in almost childish protest, shifting impossibly closer against Cartman as if securing them both on the bed from getting up regardless.

“Aw fuck, I have class in like two hours don't I? Ughh... I don't wanna get dressed. You think they'll mind if I go to class naked?" Cartman joked, even though he wouldn't do that. No one deserved to have to look at his body.

"If you want to get raped in the hallways, go for it." Kyle snickered, his hand sliding down Cartman's chest to smooth slow circles against his belly. "I don't mind you naked..." Kyle's tone was quiet and almost offhand, but just slightly awkward in the way that hinted he was confessing to something more than a little embarrassing.

Cartman sighed at that, closing his eyes as he buried his face into the other's hair, just breathing him in slowly. “You smell fruity...” he whispered out, nudging nose against ear, being awkwardly sweet for the moment.

"Dude, don't smell me," Kyle whispered with a low laugh, not ready to signal the start of the morning with loud voices and too much movement. But he was a little flattered and pleased that Cartman thought he smelled good, although he didn't actually come out and say precisely that, but he wouldn't have his nose in Kyle's hair and breathing deeply if he thought otherwise.

It was strange cuddling and holding each other in their arms, their tones soft and almost affectionate despite their back and forth bantering. Except that Kyle hadn't called Cartman a fatass in a while, and the other hadn't called him a fucking Jew nearly as much, as if they were actually being more cautious of each other's feelings for once. Thinking their temporarily unspoken truce would last, though, was just wishful thinking, since they were both so short-tempered and got off on pissing each other off.

God this was great. For Cartman it felt so good to have someone to lay around with, someone who was his. Fuck it. Kyle wasn't going to sleep around, even if Cartman wasn't very desirable. He knew no one else really wanted him unless they were piss-ass drunk, and Kyle was somewhat of a prude when it came to alcohol, or any other kind of recreational narcotics.

“Mngh... So what's the weirdest thing that turns you on? Aside from me being a Nazi?" Cartman smirked.

Kyle felt warm and content in Cartman's bed, and dry, if not a little sticky. His own bed was cold and miserable, and Kyle was starting to think he was developing a fetish for Cartman's supple body as his own personal pillow. Of course Cartman had to bring up fetishes right at that moment, and Kyle blushed as red as his hair. He was glad for the very early morning, where the sun had yet to peek into the room.

"D-Dude, what the hell?" Kyle forced a light laugh before turning the question back on Cartman. "What turns you on, other than my freckled ass of course?" He grinned in the near-dark, brushing a kiss against Cartman's chin.

“Screwing your fat mom." Pause. “Wait. Er. Sorry. Uh... reflex?"

Cartman snorted as he tilted his head, grinning innocently at Kyle. It really was a reflex to insult the Jew! He laughed however and hid his face into the other's neck, just closing his eyes in order to hopefully miss any blows Kyle might swing at him. He still wasn't going to suck Kyle's cock, but maybe if he ignored that earlier part of the conversation it'd just go away.

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Don't give yourself an aneurism, retard." He lifted his hand to Cartman's hair and ran the soft brown strands through his fingers slowly, enjoying the surprisingly luxurious texture.

"Are you stealing my fucking conditioner?" Kyle murmured, pressing his nose to Cartman's hair and inhaling him back, but he smelled like he always did - good. So good. "God..." Kyle sighed to himself, hugging Cartman's head as he returned the favor of stroking his hair and breathing him in, his stomach feeling warm and fluttery.

“I don't know though,” Cartman muttered, trying not to give into the impulse to pull away from Kyle’s embarrassing petting and shit. “Maybe seeing you in something girly would turn me on. I can steal that Anne Frank costume." He blinked. “Jesus christ, I'm really not trying to call you a stupid Jew, but everything in me is forcing me to.”

He groaned and sat up, rubbing at his forehead lightly. Kyle tumbled onto the pillows as Cartman displaced him and caused Kyle to loose his favorite pillow. The Jew glared up at him, clearly irritated.

"God, Cartman!" Those fluttery feelings quickly evaporated as Kyle made a disgusted sound and punched at the brunette's arm. "I'm not fucking dressing up as Anne Frank! You're so wrong sometimes." All the time, actually. "Asshole."

“Stupid Jew. Why do I even like you?" Cartman muttered, genuinely frustrated at himself. He felt so vulnerable and awkward all of a sudden. Cartman didn't feel that way often, so it was harder to deal with. He’d had some awkward feelings a few years back for Butters, but that would never be talked about. Not ever. “Sorry."

"Is there anything else you want to get off your chest, Fatass? Any other bigot slur you might have missed?" And just like that their tentative love nest of happy bubbly feelings was popped. "God Cartman, I just don't get you." Kyle wrapped his arms around his chest, shivering angrily. Was it really so impossible for Cartman to be a decent human being once in a while? Fucking stupid bastard...

“Goddamnit Kahl, I said I was sorry!” Cartman yelled back, glaring at the trembling redhead on his bed.

Kyle jerked Cartman's blankets up to his shoulders, not willing to go back to his own half-frozen bed unless Cartman kicked him out of his bed. Which, surprisingly enough, he didn't.

Cartman snorted and crawled carefully over Kyle to get up off of the bed and start gathering things together to head to the showers. He was pissed now, but mostly at himself. So he... decided not to take it out on Kyle for once. He did shoot poisonous glares the Jew’s way however, every time he got a chance. He went about gathering boxers, pants, a shirt and hat to wear that day, throwing all of his toiletries into a satchel and then he tugged on pajama pants. Fuck it. If Kyle wanted to be a baby over everything, he'd go out wearing no shirt so other people could ogle his amazing body. Right.

Kyle pressed his face into one of Cartman's plush pillows, huffing a loud, steamy breath, before inhaling slowly to try and calm the furious beating of his heart. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes fluttered shut with a small groan as breathing with his face in Cartman's pillow only gave him a noseful of Cartman's wonderful scent. Kyle reluctantly felt his anger melt away as Cartman stormed around their room not saying a word, even though Kyle knew he had to be nearly boiling over with scathing retorts and fresh slander for the Jew.

It was hard liking Cartman, especially since the brunette took pride in being an asshole and went out of his way to piss off and humiliate anyone and everyone. Kyle wouldn’t be surprised if Cartman didn’t even realize what he was saying half the time, because being mean was just habit for him. That didn't make him any easier to tolerate, though, but Kyle had wanted to try. He'd seen the adorable, awkward sides of Cartman, and wanted to be the one to bring those sweeter qualities out more often, but without changing who Cartman was at the core. But it was hard... because who Cartman really was at the cored pissed Kyle the hell off.

Theirs was a vicious, relentless cycle, and Kyle wondered if they should maybe enroll in relationship counseling, if what they had could even qualify as a relationship.

Cartman sighed and threw his clothes into the satchel and snatched up a towel to head out into the bathrooms down the hall. The shower stalls there weren't bad thankfully - otherwise he'd probably get an apartment off campus just to have a nice bathroom to go to. Yeah, he played the part of the bigger man, he walked out of the room instead of instigating further arguments with Kyle. Fucking score for him.

Kyle wasn't getting back to sleep. The bed was just a bed, growing cold and uncomfortable without the warmth and lushness of Cartman's body to make the nest of pillows and blankets a luxury. He hesitated at following Cartman to the showers, because they very likely might end up as a public spectacle. But Cartman had apologized and actually refrained from exacerbating their argument, even though Kyle was still being a bitch.

He sighed quietly, throwing the covers off and searching for his own change of clothing and toiletries. He pulled on a broken-in green bathrobe and some flip-flops, trudging to the showers minutes later and thankful for the early hour, since relatively few people would be awake yet to witness that potentially damaging scene.

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