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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 Five

Eric did everything he needed to, even spent an hour at the gym, before walking to the store to stock up on groceries. He dropped the food off in the room and put the cold items away before Kyle came back. He had other things to do, however. By the time he returned a second time it was getting dark, but it was warm in the room, and now occupied with his formerly elusive roommate. It felt wonderful finally having someone to come home to. Cartman glanced across the room to Kyle, grinning.

Kyle's day had primarily been spent in class, and after class he was in the sound room where he recorded some rough ideas for a song he'd been messing around with for a while on keyboard, and adding some chords on electric guitar while he had the inspiration. He was getting over his brief, mild cold - likely due in thanks to Cartman's warm bed and body, and sex kicking his endorphins up a bit.

He had still made it back to the room before Eric and put up the groceries the other had bought. He contemplated sending him a text or something, but it might have been taken as too bothersome or clingy, so he just read one of his well-worn Harry Potter books instead since he didn't have much homework that night.

“So I see me stopping by the maintenance office and bitching them out got the window fixed and a new mattress.”

"Yes, I noticed. Thank you, Eric." Kyle marked his place at the second trial of the Triwizard Tournament in his book, pushing his glasses up on his nose as he grinned sheepishly at his roommate.

Despite having a new mattress and a replaced window Kyle had made himself a comfortable nest on Eric’s bed with the other’s pillows and blankets, and a slightly damp but carefully cleaned Clyde Frog. He'd even tried sewing up some of the doll’s gaping seams, and every other finger was pricked and sore from the attempt.

“How about we rearrange the room some and put our beds together, or is that too much...?" Eric blinked a few times and coughed awkwardly, a little flustered at what he'd just suggested.

Kyle blushed at Eric's offer that they push the beds together, finding it baffling that Cartman would even care if he was being forward or not - pushy, demanding bastard that he was.

“I—“

“I need to go shower," Eric interrupted before Kyle could give his answer, hanging up something that looked like a bag of clothes in the closet nearby - their shared closet. He didn't say anything, however.

...Okay, he couldn't not say anything.

“Got something for you. Snagged it from the older sets of clothes in the theater class. They won't miss it." He reached in and took the bag back out, figuring he might as well. With a snort Eric sat down on Kyle's clean, new mattress, looking across at the redhead who, despite having his own bed back, was in Eric's bed doing what – at first glance - looked to be his homework.

"Here. It's just some...mismatched, leftover girl clothes. Some short skirts, tank tops, things like that. I...uh...grabbed some boyshorts...for you...at Wal-Mart when I was shopping. They might fit. You can try, right?"

Ugh. He felt so stupid really.

Kyle started to answer again about the beds, but was distracted as Eric grabbed the bag and started laying out the clothes he'd gotten. The girly clothes he'd gotten for Kyle.

"Wha--What the fuck, dude?" Kyle gaped at him, utterly scandalized. He was about to protest – and loudly – except...he realized Cartman was totally fucking serious, and awkward enough as it was for even asking Kyle to do this for him.

"Goddamnit..." he groaned, taking off his glasses and squeezing the bridge of his nose hard, before throwing the covers off of him and trudging over to Eric. He held out his hand, blushing hotly as he glared at the other. "Alright, fine. But I swear to god you owe me, Cartman. ...Eric.”

“You're reading that Harry Potter crap in my bed, I think you owe me." It was a long known fact that Cartman was NOT a fan of Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings all the way! Eric huffed and handed the bag over.

"Our bed, jackass. Too bad it's tainted now though," Kyle shrugged, grinning at his own forwardness, but sharing a bed(s) had been Eric's idea in the first place. "And don't talk shit about Harry! Maybe if you picked up a book other than a Playgirl magazine..."

Kyle inspected the garments Eric had 'thoughtfully' gotten for him, picking up a thong warily, before dropping it in favor of the less-embarrassing boyshorts. Those, actually, didn't seem too bad. They'd probably tuck his larger than average cock away comfortably without slipping out of the high-cut leg or cutting off his circulation.

“You don't have to put the stuff on now. Just...whenever we do it some time. You're girly enough that you'll probably end up liking it." Eric smirked crookedly as he went into the kitchen, noticing that Kyle had put up the groceries that were left out - he'd put away the cold things before heading out again earlier.

"Thanks for putting up the groceries. I had to head to the theater right after shopping." Eric hummed a little as he got out a microwave pizza and popped it into the microwave. “You hungry, Kahl?"

"Mmhm," Kyle murmured in Eric's direction, sighing at the pile and then glancing over to make sure the other was busy in the kitchen. "Yeah, what are you making? No more waffles, unless the McCormicks adopt us or something."

“God, living with the McCormicks would be worse than dying," Eric snorted. "Kenny's poor ass is probably still living there, eating frozen waffles and getting beaten." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Microwave pizzas, those French bread crust ones. They're good. You can have this one and I'll cook another for me."

"Don't say that. Poor Kenny..." Kyle frowned.

He wouldn't wish ill on any of his friends, not even Cartman - even though he'd prayed for karma and divine retribution on the semi-evil bastard. Instead of divine retribution Eric had gotten his wildest fantasy of decking himself out as a Nazi with his very own Jew to torment. Life was a bitch, sometimes. Even though it wasn't...too bad at the moment. “Pizza’s fine...”

Kyle pulled his long-sleeved shirt over his head, his nipples perking from the exposure to air - albeit much warmer air after the window was fixed - and exchanged it for a powder blue, shoulder-baring top that had a corset design, likely one of the costume parts from Eric's class. He changed into a black pair of the boyshorts quickly before Eric could catch him in the middle of dressing, blushing hotly all the while.

Kyle sighed softly at the snug way the boyshorts hugged his ass and cradled his cock and balls without smashing them. He pulled on some thigh-high black stockings so his legs and feet didn’t freeze, but he didn't know what else to put on after that since he wasn’t sure what Eric liked other than emaciated Jews in potato sacks. He'd let Eric finish dressing him then, since the untied corset (he wasn't even going to attempt crushing his ribs without knowing what he was doing) and tiny shorts were bad enough.

"Babyyy..." Kyle purred, considering climbing on the bed and doing some kind of sluttish pose, but he'd likely fuck it up and just come off as completely ridiculous. He settled for standing with his hands on his hips as he waited for Eric to look, curving his back just enough to push out his ass a little, knowing it had to look good in those tiny shorts. God, he was such a fag.

Eric pulled the pizza out before the microwave beeped and slid it onto a plate (it was on one of those flimsy bake trays). He wasn't able to remember if Kyle liked parmesan cheese or not, so he grabbed it just incase and headed into the main room/bedroom only to nearly fall over from the shock and surprise of seeing Kyle actually wearing some of the girly shit.

"Holy crap dude," he laughed, an amused, surprised kind of sound, but he was blushing. It was just... “Wow. I didn't think you'd jump in them that quick... Looks good."

Kyle blushed at Eric's response to him, feeling embarrassed and completely awkward in the girl clothes. Good thing he hadn't tried to wear that thong or it'd have been a lot worse. "Don't laugh!" Kyle glared at the husky brunette, folding his arms over his chest, his freckled shoulders all on display, before dropping his hands and crossing them loosely in front of his crotch, his face hot as hell.

"Here Jew. I'mma go cook mine now." Eric smirked as he sat the pizza on the table between their beds, parmesan sat down next to it. He still needed to shower from spending time at the gym earlier. He'd eat, then shower, then molest Kyle. That sounded like a plan. Eric was still looking flustered as he headed into the kitchen to begin cooking his own pizza, half hard in his jeans.

Kyle frowned at Eric's retreating back as the other put him off in favor of food, that jackass. Kyle hadn't attempted to dress up as Cartman's fetish just to be set aside for later! He stalked into the kitchen after Eric, clearly upset.

"Oh baby, you hurt my feelings," Kyle cooed dangerously, slipping his arms around Eric's wide waist and pressing his body fully against the other's back so he could feel Kyle in those little boyshorts.

“Eh?" Eric blinked a few times, surprised that Kyle was up against him. It was easy to feel everything in those boyshorts, and a little unnerving since Kyle’s confined cock was nudging against his ass. “Don't call me 'baby' that's...weird."

"I didn't get dressed up for pizza, you douchebag." Kyle hissed, dropping his hand down to Cartman's crotch and squeezing him hard, almost hard enough to hurt. He released him and turned to go back to their open room, jerking at the loose lacings of the still-tight corset and looking for his discarded jeans.

“Mehh...but I was already cooking when you changed clothes...” Eric jumped at the harsh grab and blushed a little, watching as Kyle went back into the room again. He pushed stop on the microwave and headed into the room after Kyle, snatching up the lacings of the corset to draw them tight as he stood behind Kyle. He tied them once they were tight enough, not suffocating Kyle, but still tight enough to look good.

“You like being dressed up like this, don't you?"

Kyle gasped as his torso was suddenly constricted, letting out a short breath and leaning back against Eric, who had him by the strings. "I know calling you ‘baby’ is fucking weird, that's why I said it," Kyle shot back, unable to help rounding out his ass and rubbing against Eric's crotch. "Mmh. It's not too bad if you like it..."

The brunette grinned as he pushed Kyle onto his face on the bed, against an oddly clean Clyde Frog. “Did you wash my Clyde Frog???" Eric blinked a few times, eyes opening wide as he looked down at the stuffed animal.

Kyle made a short, offended sound as Eric suddenly shoved him onto the bed, pushing himself up on his elbows and snapping his head around to bitch the other out. He faltered at Eric's observation at Clyde Frog's cleaner state, lowering his eyelashes as he watched his roommate uncertainly.

"I didn't put him in a washing machine or in water or anything. I just used a damp cloth and kind of...blotted him.” It'd been tedious work, but he felt good afterwards for doing it, although now he didn't know if Eric was going to blow up at him for touching his precious frog in the first place.

Briefly, Eric let go of Kyle, who he had partially pinned down, and picked up his frog, stunned and a little touched that Kyle would go through the effort. “Thanks,” he muttered, eyes hooded lightly. Then he tossed the frog aside and ducked overtop of Kyle, pressing his stomach against Kyle's rear and back lightly. “Mmm..."

"Mmph," Kyle grunted as Cartman topped him, glaring over at the hefty bastard over his bare, freckled shoulder, and then softening his look to an almost shy expression. "Yeah... You're welcome."

Kyle shuddered as Eric rubbed his belly against his back, his eyes going dark with want as he keened softly under his breath and braced his hands on the mattress beneath him, pushing back to rub against Eric, moaning in obvious pleasure. "F-Fuck! Ohhmm...Eric..."

It was kind of nice to see Clyde Frog being...green again, not an old mucky-colored frog, but his real color. Eric was happy and thankful, but distracted. He just shuddered at the way that the redhead was moaning underneath him, rocking himself against that boyshorts-clad rear.

“You like it, don't you? Being dominated by me,” he said quietly, grasping a hand into curly red hair, tugging Kyle's head back tightly just to snatch a kiss from the other's neck and nip lightly. Of course...he was soon unable to pull away from the kissing, melting lips against that warm, freckled flesh with all intentions of leaving a very visible hickey on his...er...roommate's neck. He shuddered a little and pushed his hardened length against that barely-clad rear.

"Yes. Yesss..." Kyle hissed, grinding himself against Eric's cock, against his stomach.

Being dominated by the other wasn't Kyle’s only turn on, but he still wasn't going to tell Eric about his infatuation for his larger build. He had a feeling that would only make Eric self-conscious, and he'd do something awful like try to diet or exercise like crazy. Kyle didn't want him all hard and thin, he wanted Cartman just as he was now - all warm skin and softness over firm muscles beneath. Even if other people, or even Eric himself, thought he was fat, Kyle thought he was sexy as hell, especially rubbing that big belly against him, biting him like he really was trying to eat the freckles off of his flesh.

“You want me?" Eric asked quietly, eyes narrowed as he ghosted hot breath against the other's neck, smirking a little. “Mm... I'll take you. Just gotta tug these shorts down a little..."

A hand was quickly working on that, just pulling the boyshorts down in the rear enough to expose freckled ass and nothing more. They were stuck somewhat on the other's growing dick, but it was just what he wanted - to restrict Kyle like that. And to remove his own pants.

“Stay there. I need lube." Eric stepped back and grasped the bottle of readily available lube from the side table, tugging his pants down just to slicken his hard, reddened cock up and sneak back in between Kyle's thighs.

“Ready?"

"Uhnn..." Kyle couldn't stop moving, writhing and arching and pushing against the solid weight against his back as he moaned and worked his legs apart, stretching the shorts taut over his bulging erection. He panted and sunk to his chest on the bed, his legs still parted and his ass mounded up, just waiting to be fucked. "Y-Yes. Please, Eric...god..."

Really, how often did Eric have someone begging him to fuck them? Never. So having Kyle there, grinding against the bed and himself like a wanton little whore was perfect. If he had a camera he'd take pictures or a video of Kyle debasing himself just because it was too delicious to pass up. Even if Eric had been straight, there was no way he'd be able to say no to that. Shuddering, he pushed the head of his swollen, needy cock against Kyle's entrance, wiping his hand off on his own shirt so no lube got on his bed.

Kyle had been ready to beg, plead, and even sell his own kidney (his, not Eric's. Eric's was staying inside him forever) on the black market if that's what it took to have Eric fuck him into the mattress. He was whimpering and making other embarrassing sounds as he rocked his hips back and forth, pausing, and then groaning deeply as the cock he needed finally pushed inside him after a day of abstinence. Kyle's insides clamped down on Eric as if afraid the other would pull out and leave him bereft, feeling both of their heartbeats thrumming in his ass, as strangely erotic as that was.

Slowly Eric leaned back over Kyle and pushed inside, grunting at the tightness that he was greeted with, but it was a good feeling. Within moments he had himself fully seated inside Kyle, grinding him into the bed as he settled against him, standing with feet firmly planted to the ground. He felt like a dog or something, giving it from behind like that. He grasped onto Kyle's hips as he rested most of his weight against the other's back, careful not to suffocate him.

“Mnhh... Tight-ass Jew..."

"Fuck yes. Nnnhh...fuck me, you huge bastard..." Kyle hissed, trying to leverage himself up so he could impale himself on Eric’s cock, but the other leaned on him heavily and smashed him back down into the mattress. A delighted breath was knocked out of him as he struggled to breathe regularly, the corset and Cartman's weight making the attempt very difficult, but not unwanted.

Kyle tried to spread his thighs further, sluttish to the extreme, but those damnable boyshorts clamped around his upper thighs and caught his cock painfully tight against his belly. He gave a whimper of seductive pain, half wishing Eric had that riding crop to torment him with as he suffered beneath Eric’s bulk, unable to even touch himself.

Cartman seized up briefly when he was called a huge bastard. His eyes narrowed and he bit down on Kyle's neck harshly.

“Don't call me fat, you goddamn Jew,” he hissed as he pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in, unable to stay angry at that point and too excited to just get on with fucking the ginger bastard. He couldn't help but melt into Kyle's insides. He was so...receptive and awkwardly needy - something Eric would have expected from a bitch like Butters, but never Kyle. Not that he was complaining. Kyle seemed to really need him, which was flattering and weird.

"I...hnn...didn't call you fat, fucking dumbass," Kyle gasped, clutching at a pillow to muffle a squeal as Eric pounded into him brutally. Absolutely perfect.

Kyle was right in thinking that calling Cartman ‘fatass’ or any variation of would hurt the other's feelings, or piss him off in a bad way. Eric did have a good amount of fat on his body that made him soft and pliable and extra warm, but he wasn't morbidly obese or drastically overweight either. He was just comfortable to Kyle. Eric’s belly slapped against his ass and thighs as he fucked the Jew, making the flesh raw and tingle in a slightly painful pleasure.

“Mngh... Fucking... Jew...” Eric muttered as he began to slam into him, not hesitating to get to the point. He was horny and had been thinking about Kyle in a fucking girly outfit all day.

Even when he insulted Kyle it was said somewhat...affectionately. It was awkward and weird to not actually hate Kyle anymore, like his whole childhood vendetta against the fag had been for nothing. Of course, if he got sex in exchange for not being pissed at Kyle for being Kyle, then he was okay.

Kyle loved Eric’s reaction to his amateur cross-dressing... In his passionate delirium he considered calling Butters up later and see if he could help him go full out drag for Eric, or even enlist the help of one of the theater students who were make up artists or stylists. If he was going to degrade himself for Cartman's benefit he was definitely going to do it right. Of course...if Kyle had been in his right mind he’d bury the bag of clothes right away and threaten Eric to never mention this occurrence again.

"A-ah... Ow fuck," Kyle moaned and then hissed as the elastic of his boyshorts and the corset’s tight lacings started to become uncomfortably restrictive, even painful. That was definitely not a fun pain. "Fuck, Eric, take these off me..." Kyle grasped at the pillow to brace himself as Eric slammed himself into his ass, feeling like he'd die if he stopped, but would absolutely break something if they didn't stop and get him out of these damn clothes.

"Meeeeeeeh," Kyle whined, abruptly breaking off into inappropriately placed laughter at his impersonation of Eric, forcing himself to stop when milk started to dribble out of his nose. "Ugh. Fucking...gross..."

It made no sense, but for some reason Eric’s bad kidney that he 'gave' to Kyle made milk come of his nose randomly when he was laughing, even when he wasn't drinking milk. It was fucked up and embarrassing, and definitely made Kyle self-conscious in public. He didn’t even watch comedies in movie theaters anymore...

“Dude you still have a crappy kidney, I'm sorry." Cartman broke 'character' for a moment, grabbing a shirt to help Kyle wipe up that mess. “It kinda looks like cum... That's fucking nasty," he laughed a little since this all happened when Kyle started 'meeehhh'ing, which was awfully close to Eric's own whining normally.

“It's okay. I don't laugh enough for it to happen all that often. It's still weird as fuck though." Kyle might have let on to what a humorless douchebag he was sometimes, but it was nothing Eric didn't already know. "God, I'm sure cum did come out my nose when you fucked my face before and nearly choked me," Kyle said with a mild glare, sniffling, and then grinning a bit at the handsome brunette. "Thanks."

“Stop calling my mom during sex, douchebag. Here." Eric tugged himself out of the other's body after removing the bitch’s corset and rolled him over, just to grin down at Kyle and tug his boyshorts off. Kyle sighed at the loss as Eric pulled out of him and moved his body, but he adjusted and moaned ecstatically when those damn tight shorts came off, easing up on the brutal pressure against his cock.

“Mmgh... You're hung like a horse, Jew. How'd you get so damn lucky?" Eric muttered while fiddling around with his comparatively small (though in all actuality - normal) cock, getting it back into position.

"Hmm? ...Yeah. But a lot of good it does me if people are too intimidated to suck it or be fucked on it," Kyle said dryly, hinting at what 'people' he was talking about.

With a nice little jut of his hips, Eric slid inside, already somewhat forgetting about the whole fat comment earlier. He really wanted to get off, he wanted Kyle moaning and groaning for him, and for Kyle to stop snorting out milk, dammit.

Kyle secured his stocking’d legs around Eric's waist, lifting his pelvis up readily as Eric sunk home into him.

"Fuuuuuck," he whispered, his face flushed as he closed his eyes. His body became taut in a full-body arch, so responsive, before he tightened his tummy and dropped himself back down on Eric's cock, their skin sticking and sliding together. "God Eric, so good..."

Kyle wound his fingers in the soft, slightly sweaty hair at the base of Eric's skull, his body riding along with the motions of Eric's thrusts as he opened his eyes to slits and leaned up to brush his mouth against Eric's. "Love you..." he breathed, not even thinking as he clutched at the brunette and let out a low moan.

Cartman...ignored him. He didn't have any mind left at that point to respond, and he didn't even know how he'd start to respond to Kyle’s quiet exclamation. He just knew he was so close that he couldn't think straight anymore. He shuddered roughly as he bucked into Kyle’s body, rocking eagerly in and out of him as he sputtered and came hard, spilling himself inside the Jew.

Kyle tucked his face against Eric's neck, his heart hammering a mile a minute. Jesus fucking christ! Kyle prayed that he didn't say what he thought he’d just said... Eric didn't say anything back, so maybe he hadn't heard, or had written it off as a moment of senseless passion. Kyle bit his lip just to be sure his mouth didn't open a second time and make him more of an idiot, muffling a whimper as the wet warmth of Eric's ejaculate seared the inside of him.

Somehow Eric had managed to grasp onto Kyle's cock with one hand, sliding along the shaft eagerly, unable to comprehend anything at the moment other than absolute pleasure and the fact that Kyle had just said he loved him.

Jesus fucking christ. How...why did he say that? Eric rode out the throws of passion, panting against Kyle's neck, grinding himself into that hot body as his belly rocked against the other's massive cock.

"Nn-ahh!" Kyle gasped, nearly cutting his lip open on teeth as he cried out sharply when Eric took his large swollen cock in hand, lasting no longer than a few jerks before he was coming, spewing all over Eric’s hand and their bellies. "Jesus christ..." he groaned, sinking bonelessly back on the bed and throwing his arm over his eyes, wishing he could go back in time and fucking gag himself. He didn't even know if he really did love the bastard, it was hard enough admitting he even liked Cartman.

God, he'd just fucked up everything.

"S-Sorry," he whispered after a moment where Eric didn't say anything, nerves on edge despite his afterglow. "I didn't... I'm... God, I'm stupid sometimes." Kyle gave a harsh laugh that sounded too close to a sob for his liking, and he scrubbed roughly at his burning eyes to be sure he wasn't fucking himself over further by crying. God...

Eric was in shock to a degree. He frowned when their silence was broken by Kyle's muttering, talking about being stupid or whatever. He sat up somewhat, hands pressed to the bed on either side of Kyle's chest, looking down at him.

"...Uh... I... It's...” He sighed and sorta slumped onto the bed near him, both of their stomachs smudged with spooge. “Mngh... I understand...you know...if you didn't mean it or whatever."

He shrugged, trying not to sound at all let down by the fact. He didn't want Kyle to think he was desperate for love, but having a guy tell him he loved him was some sick sort of pleasure, not even erotically, just...a wonderful thing. He didn't even have a dad, his mom was his dad, so he never really had the chance to have a man tell him he was loved.

Kyle flushed miserably, pulling his arm away from his eyes to press his hands hard against his cheeks, as if he could squeeze all the stupid out of his head. He was expecting Eric to sneer at him, or hit him, or say some kind of prejudiced remark to diffuse the awkwardness with offended anger like he would before... Kyle was taken aback when Eric just looked a little lost and sad instead - not the reaction he was expecting.

“Just...if you did mean it, I'm not you know...afraid or disgusted or anything. It's weird." Eric blinked, blushing softly. “Jew."

"Er... Eric?" Kyle murmured, tilting his head towards the other as he wrapped his arms around his middle, trying to settle the butterflies bashing around in his stomach. "I..." Kyle started and stopped, looking confused and maybe a little warily hopeful? Kyle sighed, turning on his side to face Eric, and moved his arms around the other's waist, tucking his curly head against his chest hesitantly as if afraid of being pushed away and rejected.

"It's...not that I didn't mean it, really... I just didn't mean to say it," he whispered, mortified, but what the fuck. This was important.

Kyle pulled away from his hiding place, tentatively meeting Eric’s soft brown eyes with his own honey ones, brushing his mouth against Eric’s in a testing, almost placating manner. "I didn't want to risk you getting freaked out, or feeling obligated or anything. I don't even really understand it myself..." Kyle shrugged helplessly.

How did one go about validating love for a person he'd absolutely despised practically their entire lives? They'd barely been together a week, less than that if the day they spent not talking was taken into account, which couldn't be nearly enough to heal all past wounds... But Cartman then was different than the Eric he'd revealed himself to Kyle, kinky and viciously possessive and charming as all hell when he wanted to be... Someone Kyle could love.

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