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The College Years: Cartman & Kyle
by KoiFishSushi and Jaden56

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Chapter Four

Cartman was already in the showers when he heard someone else enter, flip-flops settled on his bare feet to keep him from getting any nasty foot diseases. He was angry and he knew he'd left Kyle unsatisfied by storming off like that, but whatever. He had apologized for once in his life, right after the insults flew he'd said he was sorry, but it seemed like Kyle wanted to fly off the handle at him regardless, which was a bit disheartening.

Those dark eyes hooded heavily as he stared at the ground, watching the soapy water swirl away after he rinsed his hair out. He had his own conditioner and shampoo, he didn't steal Kyle's fruity shit. Of course, he didn't even know that Kyle was in the bathroom now, he just knew someone else was so he kept quiet and to himself, closed up in his stall there bathing quietly.

Kyle hesitated in the doorway of the communal bathroom, having second thoughts now that he was there, essentially alone with Cartman. He could tell where Cartman was by the closed stall door and the steam rising above the cubical. He was tempted to kick the door open and shove Cartman against the scummy tiled wall and...and...well, probably kiss him like a fag and apologize back or something. He was miserable and feeling guilty for getting pissed off when he should be used to Cartman's Tourettes-like outbursts by now, but sometimes he felt that the rift between them would never shrink, no matter if they were fucking or not.

Kyle set his clothes on the bench next to Cartman's, taking the adjacent stall and turning the water on hot, dispelling the remaining chill from their freezing room. He let the water slough over him as he ducked his head under the spray, listening to every sound coming from the next stall over, muffled by the showers running overhead. Kyle closed his eyes, leaning his shoulder against the slick shower wall as he rubbed a hand over his chest, down over his flat belly, and lower still to circle his neglected cock that hadn't had any sort of release despite their fooling around this morning.

"Mnnh...Eric..." he moaned quietly to himself, thumbing the head of his dick as he imagined his roommate dripping wet and naked just a few feet away, separated only by a thin wall. Kyle wanted him so bad, but it just hurt, and he didn't know what to do anymore.

Cartman heard someone get into the shower right next to him. Did people not have any concept of privacy? He groaned, irritated, and slammed an elbow against the shower's wall.

“Hey faggot, there's stalls that aren't connected directly to the only other person in the showers, you know,” he retorted to whomever was in there. God. He went back to cleaning himself off, soaping up everything and washing all the bits and pieces to his lower parts without any extra attention to those areas, definitely not in the mood.

Kyle gave a startled jump and dropped his cock at once when a violent bang shuddered against the wall between him and Cartman, biting his lip to muffle an embarrassing outburst. He nearly yelled back at the cranky bastard, but he didn't come here to fight. He would have preferred to make up more than anything.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, his cock having gone soft when Cartman startled him and bitched him out, and didn't reach for it again. Kyle just numbly washed his hair with that 'fruity' product he used because it made his hair a little less frizzy. And maybe because he liked the smell too, so what?

Cartman sighed and turned off the shower, gathering his items to take and sit them on the sink's counter so they'd dry out some before he shoved them into his bag. His towel was quickly wrapped around his waist and tied in a knot, it was one of those large beach towels. He snorted when he was a little less exposed, however, and glanced towards the occupied shower behind him.

“Fucking freak getting all close to me while I'm trying to clean off..." Muttering to himself, Cartman went back to the matter at hand. Boxers were tugged on so he could grab the towel and begin to dry off his hair, ruffling it messily before he began to get dressed. Of course he wanted to know who was so freakishly close to him in the shower but he wasn't about to ask.

Kyle’s heart throbbed in his chest, and he hated the feeling. Hated that it was Cartman that was the cause of this painful, wanting feeling. Kyle pressed his fist hard against the wall in front of him, not punching the wall like probably Cartman had, but grit his teeth and pushed until he felt his knuckles crack.

"...God. I can't even fucking jerk off to you in piece, you asshole," Kyle suddenly growled, his voice lower and husky from the shower steam and his wavering cold.

"Kahl?" Cartman blinked, looking over his shoulder before shaking his head. Jesus christ, the Jew really was self-hating wasn't he? Cartman huffed and headed over to his stall, leaning against it lightly. “I'll be waiting in the room. Don't finish the job,” he stated, clearly telling Kyle not to finish jerking off. “I still have like an hour before I need to head to class."

"Yeah--" Kyle started, and then snapped his mouth closed as Cartman basically told him not to come in the shower. Kyle blushed furiously, until all the heat left his face and spread out to the lower areas of his body.

Simple as that, he'd take care of Kyle. Besides, Cartman knew Kyle was about to have a really bad cold, so hopefully he could try and do nice things for the Jew to make up for everything. God - why did he WANT to make up for anything? He grunted and shook his head before dressing and heading back to the room.

Kyle groaned and leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy and lightheaded until he reached out and twisted the tap to cold until his teeth were nearly chattering. After he heard Cartman leave Kyle washed himself quickly and very thoroughly. He moaned when he slipped a hand behind and fingered himself with a soapy finger, but stopped and rinsed off before he nearly made himself come.

Kyle finished his shower and dried himself, the bathroom still steamy so he wasn't freezing his nuts off, and slipped on boxers before retying his green robe. He gathered the clothes he had planned to put on, but figured it would be a waste of time if Cartman was going to just undress him again. Maybe.

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Now Cartman just had to think of what to do in return for pissing Kyle off so bad.

For starters, he stripped Kyle's bed of all the soaking wet sheets and blankets, tossing them into the laundry pile, and then he grabbed a shelf out of his book case and propped it up against the hole in the window. With some clever maneuvering, he had the hole covered with alot of duct tape used to keep the shelf there. He didn't care - at least the room was beginning to warm up. The brunette then went to the freezer and got the last waffle out, tossing it onto a plate and then into the microwave. He stood, leaning against the counter, waiting.

Kyle actually knocked lightly on their dorm room door before entering, not certain what Cartman was up too, but he kept his head lowered and his honey eyes downcast as he walked over to his bed.

He paused when he noticed the bed was stripped to the mattress. His heart gave a hard, sickening lurch in his chest at the sudden realization that Cartman must be kicking him out, and was packing his shit for him. Kyle felt his knees go weak and he sunk to the corner of his bare bed, stunned at how badly that prospect hurt him. He'd tried so hard in the beginning to change roommates, even going as far to give Jason hand jobs to avoid staying in the same room as Cartman... But a week later and he couldn't imagine going back to that, no matter how pissed off he was.

Cartman came out of the kitchen a few moments later with a hot waffle on a plate with butter and syrup already slathered on it, and sat the plate on his own bed.

“Breakfast. We don't have more than that, though. I'll stop at the store after class and grab some food, I guess," he said quietly. "I moved those soaking sheets to the laundry pile. We have to do laundry soon. And I swear to god if they don't come and fix the hole up today, I'm going to put that soggy mattress in the hall with a big sign on it that says 'someone please fix this fucking window and bring a new goddamn mattress!'"

Cartman snorted as he went back to the fridge and grabbed a soda for himself, popping it open and sitting on his bed shortly after, finally looking across at Kyle. “C’mere Jew, and eat your goddamn waffle.”

Kyle was startled again by Cartman's voice interrupting his thoughts of him, skittish and jumpy as hell. His honey eyes were large as they blinked and looked up, having followed Cartman's trajectory from the kitchen to the bed with an expression that was borderline desperate.

God, he was fucked up in the head for freaking out like this, but he'd been fucked up since Cartman had shown up in that Nazi uniform, bearing a fucking swastika and riding crop. He’d essentially blackmailed Kyle into getting screwed in exchange for Cartman withdrawing from the Anne Frank performance, so how did Kyle end up falling to pieces when Fatass was mad at him now? He was always fucking mad for something or other...

“Dude what the hell's wrong with you?" Cartman asked, sneering lightly before he patted his bed and scooted over so Kyle could come sit down. Kyle would probably notice the fixed (ghetto) window soon, and the fact that the room wasn't freezing-balls cold. But whatever. He glared at the redhead expectantly, trying to keep up that hard, badass exterior.

Kyle stood up shakily from his bed, crossing the few feet that separated their beds before he knelt on the mattress with one knee between Cartman's thighs, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his neck, breathing harshly.

"I don't fucking know what to do anymore," he whispered brokenly, confused and heartsick. His cold and lack of sleep and their stupid fights were making him emotional and unable to think clearly.

That was... an odd response. Or reaction... or anything. Cartman just sat there, sort of clueless as Kyle flattened his body against him and practically sobbed onto his shoulder.

“Stop being such a pussy? I mean... Wouldn't you be freaked out if I stopped being so mean? Think about it. I'm never really nice. Could you handle it if I suddenly started being nice for real? I've treated you the same since preschool, so it's weird to think of you as anything more than an enemy." There, he was talking.

Cartman sighed and sat back just to push Kyle off of him a little. “C'mon. Eat your waffle, and warm up. I fixed that window for you."

Cartman was pretty unsure of how to act around Kyle anymore. If he was his normal self he risked Kyle being all emotional and hurt. But if he was nice it could possibly freak Kyle out, and himself as well. It was so damn complicated now! He sighed and smacked Kyle's rear lightly.

“Eat your goddamn waffle okay? We've only got an hour before I have to go to class, so eat and then I'll get you off. No one deserves going through the day with blue balls."

Kyle laughed, a stuffy, watery sound as he shook his head and squeezed Cartman briefly, before letting the poor bastard go. "Sorry... I think I just need to sleep without waking up covered in snow. Thanks, by the way. For the window." Kyle shrugged, embarrassed, but he was grateful for Cartman for looking out for him.

"I think you'd break yourself if you tried being nice all the time," Kyle said, half-serious as he settled on the bed and nibbled at the waffle Cartman had prepared for him taco-style, licking at the syrup that dribbled down the sides of the waffle and onto his fingers. "You don't have to change on my account. I've known you for years, so I should be used to it, right?" Kyle gave him a wry grin.

He should be glad Cartman was so consistent, really. Kyle didn't mention anything about his blue balls, although he did shift a little where he was sitting, his freckles becoming a little more prominent as his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated.

Cartman huffed a little as he looked at the other. “I might break myself, but..." Sigh. “It just doesn't feel right or good watching you be all... hurt and stuff... just because I'm a stupid idiot." He shrugged and watched Kyle eat.

The brunette waited patiently for the redhead to be done with his waffle – christ, could he eat any slower?! - idly rubbing his thigh a little, just sliding his hand slowly beneath Kyle’s green robe.

"I think we need therapy or counseling or something. But I think Mr. Mackey ruined me for that," Kyle snickered softly, setting the plate aside and shifting his body slightly towards Cartman, watching the other apprehensively as he touched him.

When Kyle was done, Cartman slid his hand completely beneath that robe, into his boxer shorts and against that hard flesh. He held onto him tightly, not tight enough to hurt or anything, but just to make himself known. He couldn't help that he liked how thick Kyle was, and how he'd also never forced himself into Cartman’s ass - that was forbidden territory. Cartman was... bisexual... or gay... something he didn't want to think about, but nothing that big was going into his ass.

Kyle parted his thighs for Eric, feeling his lower belly tighten and flood with heat as his cock twitched to life, already throbbing from having been turned on and off so many times that morning without any relief. Plus, he and Cartman hadn't had sex after they'd fought about Jason and Kyle broke the window, which made him even more desperate for the other's touch now.

"Eric..." he whimpered, like he had when he'd been masturbating in the showers thinking about the brunette, imagining trails of warm water dripping along all those wonderful curves. "Nnh, sorry. Cartman."

Kyle knew Cartman was weirded out by Kyle calling him by his first name, but sometimes it just slipped out - if only in his own mind - especially when he was feeling vulnerable and Cartman was being thoughtful of him. Kyle's eyebrows drew together to form a faint line between his eyes, biting softly down on his bottom lip as his hips pushed up into Cartman's touch, bracing his hands on the bed behind him. "Please..."

Cartman shuddered a little. “If calling me Eric works for you, whatever." There. He allowed the Jew to call him by his first name, even if he would have preferred ‘god’ or ‘Master’ instead. Cartman didn't mind, though, especially when Kyle said his name like that!

He couldn't help but shove Kyle onto the bed and yank off his boxer shorts, tugging them down past his ankles before tossing them aside. “I'm still not ready to suck your cock though, Jew,” Cartman said pointedly, while fishing out a bottle of lube kept conveniently nearby. He spilled a nice amount onto his palm only to resume stroking the other's cock, though much slicker and easier that time around.

"Okay, then I'll call you Eric, Cartman," Kyle said breathlessly with a little grin, looking up at the tall brunette as he loomed over him. Kyle panted, already writhing from Cartman's mild aggression, arching his back off the mattress when the other pushed him down so he could get more of those heavy-handed touches. "Eric..."

Kyle turned his head into Cartman's pillow, whimpering as he breathed in the scent of him and lifted his hands above his head to grasp at the headboard, offering himself fully to his former enemy and current... something. Calling him by his first name was weird enough - Kyle didn't know if they could be qualified as boyfriends or lovers, or just friends with benefits. Except they had to actually be friends first in order to be friends with benefits. But right now it didn't matter what they were, because Cartman’s - Eric's slick hand was on his cock, making the Jew groan and shudder.

Yeah, Cartman was being considerably nicer right now, but that was okay right? He... liked... Kyle, and vice versa. Sure, he’d always been a manipulative bastard throughout his life, but some people did get to see the nicer side of Eric. Kyle was getting that side at the moment, for once.

“You Jews do have it pretty bad, you know,” he muttered. “Well, you used to... Nowadays it's okay. I think... I'll try to stop making cracks at your... lineage or whatever, if you do me a favor."

"It's... not so bad nowadays," Kyle agreed, his eyes closed and his face flushed. "Until some bastard starts making anti-Semitic remarks." At this point he shot a look at Eric, but a teasing grin ruined the effect. "I don't mind if you call me Jew... mmh... It's more like a pet name now anyway. Cute, Eric." He baited him beguilingly, hugging Cartman around his ample waist with his legs. “Nnh... What’s the favor?”

“Shut up, Jew,” Cartman muttered, ducking down to shut him up for him.

He shoved lips against lips while moving to get partially up onto the bed, one knee securely pushed between Kyle's thighs, nudging up against his sac slowly and carefully while he continued to stroke his cock. He felt so weird doing this to Kyle, with Kyle... and being called Eric on top of everything. Only Butters and his mom called him that.

Kyle's hands dropped away from the headboard and dove into Eric's still slightly damp hair, holding their heads together as he eagerly opened his mouth for the other young man to plunder. Cartman might have stopped him from talking, but Kyle was noisy as he made desperate, senseless sounds against his roommate’s mouth, grinding himself against Eric’s knee.

Cartman wasn't prepared for Kyle to melt into the kiss so thoroughly, so needily. He was a bit taken aback by the way the redhead grasped onto him and began to rock against him, his hand never failing in its quickening jerking motions. So much for getting Kyle to shut up! He was making more noise now than before, only this time it was really nice noises, not senseless warbling and bitching. Cartman could get used to that assuredly.

For Kyle, this turned him on more than their Nazi play; Eric kissing and petting him, pressing him firmly into the mattress with only Kyle's pleasure in mind. One hand slid from Eric's hair and went around his back, tugging him downwards as Kyle wordlessly encouraged him to rest more weight against him, liking the feeling of being trapped and smothered by Eric. He’d be unable to escape from underneath his heat and passion, despite not wanting to get away regardless.

Cartman couldn't help but enjoy the way he made Kyle writhe underneath him. And the way those slender thighs wrapped around his waist like they were made to go there. If he had more time before class he'd gladly drop his pants and shove it in. He couldn't risk being late, though. Besides, he wanted to get on with the day so he could go to the gym and work out some later.

God, he was already wanting to better himself for the redhead. Maybe he'd never admit it out loud, but he wanted approval. He sought approval above all, and even though Kyle had already told him he liked his body, he wasn't sure if he believed him. Cartman had surprisingly low self-esteem despite his usual arrogance.

Kyle's pelvis and hipbones started to ache in the delicious way they did when they’d been strained and held apart as if he had ridden a horse for the first time in years. His thigh muscles weren’t quite accustomed to the use yet as they squeezed around Eric's wide hips. He loved that feeling, that sweet ache afterwards, even though it distracted him in class and made him walk a little awkwardly - especially when he'd been straddling Eric while the other fucked him.

Cartman shuddered a little and grasped the bed with his free hand, leaning over Kyle like the other urged him to. He couldn't help but get hard at all the rocking and grinding... The damn redhead was so delicious in how he moved against him, as if he actually liked the way that Cartman was built. It was still such an odd idea that someone liked him how he was. With a groan, he pointed Kyle's dick against the redhead's chest/stomach, making sure that when he came it didn't get on his own clothes.

Kyle whimpered as he bucked up into Cartman’s big hand, rubbing and grabbing at the selection of handholds on Eric's body until he buried his fingers in the meaty flesh of his back and came with a wordless call, sobbing against Eric's shoulder as he shuddered again and again.

“Fuck...” Kyle groaned, a sound a pure ecstatic bliss as he kissed Eric with exhausted passion, his hips giving shallow little jerks as he began to wind down from the fantastic orgasm that he'd been building up for a while now. He’d been too self-conscious and embarrassed to jerk off at night with Eric in the bed right across from in, or in the public showers where someone could walk in at any time. Even though Cartman clearly didn't have a problem with time or place at all for masturbation, as shameless and undeniably hot as he was.

The brunette slowly sat back afterwards, chuckling a little at Kyle’s... enthusiasm. Quietly he went about getting a towel from the floor to wipe Kyle's belly off with and then he slumped onto the bed, half on top of him. "Mngh..."

Kyle gave a quiet mewl of protest when Cartman removed that warm bulk he'd been severely enjoying, but he was pliant and splayed on Cartman’s bed while the other cleaned him up, watching him with eyes dark and heavily lidded. When the brunette returned and partially sprawled on him, Kyle immediately wrapped his arms and legs around him, one of his hands spiraling downwards to grope one of Eric's gratuitously rounded ass cheeks, nearly purring.

"God, I'm feeding you waffles and burritos every day," he murmured, rubbing his chin against Cartman’s shoulder as he indulged himself shamelessly in the comfort of other's body, not even considering the other's sensitivity about his weight, because Kyle had absolutely no qualms about it.

He'd been almost horrified after Eric had been carted off to fat camp the first time when they were nine, and that scrawny little doppelganger had returned in his place. He didn't know it wasn’t Eric at the time, but still he’d felt a drastic, essential part of the other had been lost when 'Cartman' had shown up skinny. He didn't want that to happen for real, even if it was selfish of him because he was just indulging in a kink. But he liked Cartman as he was - Moses only knew why - but he did.

Cartman grunted. He couldn't imagine why someone would want to stuff him more and more... His metabolism was slow and he sucked up weight quickly, but he didn't want to be unhealthy again. Now he was relatively healthy, and still very self-conscious. He sighed as he nudged the other's shoulder lightly, eyes closed.

“You're such a fag, Kyle," he said in a haughty 'I'm better than you' tone that only Cartman could achieve. Of course he was grinning all the while, slumping against the Jew on the bed there and nearly squishing him under his body.

Yeah, right. Kyle was a complete flaming homo. He wondered what their childhood friends would say if they knew Fatass was fucking the Jew, and there wasn't any sort of rape or hate crime (except in pretend) involved... that it was consensual on both sides. But it wasn't any of their business, and the only person he'd only really kept in touch with after high school was Stan, and the emo douche was too wrapped up in his own doomed relationship with Wendy to notice anyone else's.

“I should grab something to eat... and finish getting ready for class. You should call the maintenance guys and get them to fix the window while we're in class. I'll be back later tonight, though. I'm gonna... go to the gym for a bit... then go get groceries." Cartman muttered the gym bit sort of to himself, then returned to the task at hand, trying to detach himself from Kyle.

"I don't want to get up today," Kyle moaned against Eric's shoulder, squeezing him tighter as if the other would pry him off at any given moment.

“You gotta let me go, Kahl."

Normally Kyle was the diligent student, studying for hours and going to class everyday and getting all A's, even in the boring theory studies. But he relented at the quiet, almost tender way Cartman told him to let go, heat blooming in his cheeks as he reluctantly did so.

"Sorry... I can't help you're so goddamn comfortable," Kyle smirked sheepishly, looking much younger than his twenty years as he nestled his face against Eric's pillow and glanced up at him with a shy expression on his flushed face. Curls that had gone to ringlets from his shower spilled across his cheek and neck, only adding to that youthful, faggy image.

Cartman huffed. “Okay... well... I'm glad you think I'm comfortable. I gotta get ready though, seriously, Kahl."

He grinned a little as he watched the redhead slump against the pillow and yield to him. It was kind of empowering to have the Jew needing him like it was apparent he did. A power trip that Eric was trying not to give into. He blinked and shook his head.

“Your hair is girly. Like I said, you should get some girly clothes. And you never told me your fetish or turn ons or whatever,” he stated quite pointedly, a brow raised upwards while he went about making sure he didn't have spooge on his shirt. He grasped his cologne and sprayed a bit on, before heading into the kitchen to make a sandwich.

"Dude. Dressing me up as Anne Frank doesn't count as a fetish - that's a mental disorder." Kyle snorted from beneath his nest of Eric's pillows and blankets, finding Clyde Frog from off the floor and covertly hugging the ragged plush against his chest under the covers, blushing hotly. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and snagged on tangles as he tried to break up those embarrassing ringlets. They were almost worse than the Jew fro.

“C’mon Kahl, tell me." Cartman had admitted to wanting Kyle in a dress or skirt, so Kyle could own up to something juicy, right? Other than being beaten by a Nazi impersonator, of course. Eric was going to get a costume of his own for private use... Either that or steal the theater's one after the play was over.

"I... I can't tell you, Cartman. It's too weird."

Kyle blanched at the thought of actually telling Eric he liked being smothered by that big, robust body, rubbing against his paunch and grabbing handfuls of his love handles while they fucked or just laid together. That was even weird in his own head. Kyle groaned and pressed his face against Clyde Frog's head, wrinkling his nose at the faint sour smell of the grayish-green material holding him together, as if he hadn't been washed in some time. But by the way the poor thing looked about to fall apart at the seams, Clyde Frog likely wouldn't survive a trip through a washing machine.

"I like his chub," he whispered to the wide-mouthed frog. Confessing to Eric's most favorite and precious possession made him feel more than a little retarded, but it was also a strange relief too. Clyde Frog's stitched-on grin never faltered, and the doll wouldn't be able to tell anyone else - let alone Cartman - anyway.

“I don't want you dressed up as Anne Frank, dammit. Just a skirt or thong, something girly. Jesus christ, Jew."

"I'm not going to fit in a thong," Kyle mumbled, loud enough for Eric to hear if he was listening. "My dick would be all hanging out." A thong would just end up being like a push up bra for his balls, if anything.

Cartman glared from over the refrigerator door, then ducked back in to grab a slice of cheese or three for his sandwich. He resumed putting the slices together with bread and lunchmeat, trying to figure out what the fuck could be that strange of a turn on for Kyle. Surely there was nothing weirder than a Jew enjoying being beaten by someone - his enemy - in full Nazi garb! He didn't hear the confession whispered to the frog, though he did enter the room again shortly after with his sandwich on a plate. What? He'd eaten at five, it was eight now. That was three hours and he was munchy again.

“You do the laundry today? I'm gonna do shopping. It's fair,” Cartman said as he shifted to sit against the wall at the foot of his bed, but not sitting on Kyle's feet. That damn long legged Jew. “Skinny ass ginger kid... Why are you so comfortable in my bed?"

"Yeah, I'll do laundry," Kyle agreed, thinking he'd maybe try to get Clyde Frog cleaned up a bit for Eric too if he had the chance.

Kyle tucked his feet up when the other rejoined him on the bed, and then pressed the soles of his cold feet against Eric's thigh, warming them up since his diabetes gave him poor circulation. He'd actually gotten a little better and his diabetes more manageable after he'd gotten Eric's kidney transplanted into him, except for the random moments he'd spurt milk out of his nose when he was laughing really hard, even if he wasn't drinking milk.

Goddamnit. Actually... other than the milk thing, it was a little sexy to think about a part of Cartman inside his body forever, keeping him alive.

"Hey... did I ever thank you for saving my life? You know, with the whole kidney thing," Kyle murmured, kneading at Eric's thigh with his toes. "You weren't fucked up or anything from that were you?"

He knew he was risking pissing Eric off because it was pretty messed up how his own mom and everyone else tricked him into giving up his kidney to save the Jew’s life, even though he hadn’t wanted to at the time. Kyle and Stan had been practically cooing over each other in the hospital with talks of dying together if and when that time came. He hadn't cared about how Eric felt at all, even though he'd put a price on Kyle's own life. But Kyle supposed it was nice, in a skewed sort of way, that he was worth millions to Cartman.

"I know sometimes kidney transplants can make a person more tired than they'd usually be, and some can't, like, do sports or anything..." Even though Eric had gotten his ass handed to him by the Special Olympics kids and wasn't much interested in sports anyway. But still, it could be a big deal and Eric never talked to him about serious things.

Cartman blinked a few times, looking at those cold fucking feet. He could feel him all chilled through his pants even! He sighed as he looked across at Kyle with his question and random mention of their kidney transplant, which he’d almost forgotten about completely. Frowning, he looked down at his half eaten sandwich.

“Yeah, I was fine. I'm fine now. I don't miss it really. I guess... I'm happy you're not dead. Though, if you would have died, Stan would have killed himself then it would have been just me and Kenny." He snorted. “Nevermind. I'm glad you're not dead. Kenny's a douche."

"Yeah. I'm glad too," Kyle said softly, relieved and touched by Eric's sincere answer. He'd never would have believed he'd be able to feel this way with Cartman at the root of his content feelings. "That'd suck if I died - I'd have gotten stuck with Kenny in the afterlife anyway," he laughed, despite the morbid statement.

Kyle had no idea what Kenny was doing now. Probably getting high somewhere and giving blowjobs for money. Some things never changed from elementary school. Cartman glanced over at Kyle briefly. He'd never even considered the fact that he was the reason Kyle was alive today...

He got up off of the bed and took his plate to the kitchen, sitting it in the sink.

“I'm going to go to class. Call my cell if you need me or something." Cartman shrugged and gathered his satchel and books for class. He even hesitated at the bedside to lean down and kiss Kyle goodbye before heading out the door. He was oddly... happy. Ugh. He couldn't help it.

"All right..." Kyle blushed deep red at Eric’s sweetness, his honey eyes widening a little as he kissed him goodbye like a lover, but he just melted. After his roommate left Kyle burrowed into the other’s covers that smelled like a mixture of sex, syrup, shampoo, and Eric. Absolutely delicious.

He slept hard for another hour before his alarm went off, getting ready for his own classes and feeling more rested and much lighter than he had in a long time.

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