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The College Years: Cartman & Kyle
by KoiFishSushi and Jaden56

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Chapter Six

Eric blinked and sorta laid there, or sat there, he wasn't sure what he was doing at that moment. He just stayed confused for the time. Since Kyle seemed to actually mean it when he said that he loved him, it meant...alot to him. With a little sigh, he shook his head.

“Thanks, Kahl,” he muttered, brushing a kiss against the redhead's lips. It took him a moment, but he finally managed to look him in the eyes. “Love you too, then. Even if it's weird...it feels good..." He didn't know what to think. He was supposed to hate Kyle, he always had. But...here he was, feeling vulnerable and loved by someone other than his mom.

God, still so fucking awkward. Kyle rubbed at Eric's hip in mild distraction, his hand stilling and pressing lightly against the fleshy part as he relaxed visibly at Eric's reply, moaning softly into the kiss.

Eric broke the kiss off moments later with a low, quiet sigh. “I'm...gonna get that pizza now, okay? I'll warm yours up too,” he chuckled uneasily, crawling out of bed only to pull on clean boxers since Kyle had done the laundry that day like they agreed.

Kyle would have happily gone on kissing Eric so they wouldn't have to use their mouths to continually embarrass the fuck out of each other, but he let Eric pull away and give himself some space. They were both vulnerable and knew they had a talent of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and fucking everything to hell, and this wobbly feeling he had for Cartman was too fragile, too precious to risk by being demanding or all up in Eric’s space.

"Okay," he said softly, letting him go with a tiny, nervous smile.

Kyle rolled over onto his back on Eric's bed – their bed - looking up towards the ceiling at the smirking face of Eric's Justin Timberlake poster tacked there. Goddamnit, that fag. That sweet, crazy faggot...

Eric headed into the kitchen and put their pizzas back in the microwave to warm up again.

“You want anything to drink or something?" he asked, hoping that he hadn't offended Kyle by walking away this time. It was hard to admit something so goddamn deep and still sit there. His fucking eyes were welling up and he didn't even understand it.

"Mm? Um, yeah... Water's fine," Kyle said, groping around for poor Clyde Frog that Eric had tossed in his eagerness to get at Kyle's ass, hugging the tattered thing to his chest and breathing slowly.

About five minutes later, Eric returned with their pizzas and then went back for water for Kyle and a soda for himself. Kyle sat up in bed and took the pizza Eric had made for him with a murmured "Thanks." He was so nervous and agitated - but not necessarily in a bad way - that he didn't have an appetite, but he nibbled at his pizza anyway, taking tiny bits of one corner and looking distantly at the wall.

Eric sat down quietly on the bed, eating as he thought over what to say to Kyle now. It was weird... The whole situation was unexpected, especially Kyle admitting to loving him when Cartman had been the one to crush on the Jew forever. He sighed, however, and looked over at Kyle.

“I mean it, you know. I love you. I don't get to say that ever... It's nice though. I mean...don't think I'm going to get all crazy and shit. You know...try and make this all formal..." he shrugged.

"I believe you," Kyle said softly, feeling a dizzying wave of warmth roll over him at the certain way Eric said that he loved him, and then his absolutely adorable ramblings that followed. "You put too much effort into hating me and making my life miserable. It's inevitable that you’d love me now," Kyle joked, but his cheeks were pink underneath his freckles. "I love you, too."

“Why are you clinging to Clyde Frog? He needs to breathe, you know,” Eric pointed out with a snort, his eyes hooded. Kyle squirmed and looked down at his half-eaten pizza abandoned on his lap and Clyde Frog in the crook of his arm, unable to keep back the smile that insisted on spreading across his face.

The fatass returned to eating, and it wasn’t long before he finished that small pizza. He took a long sip of his soda and then slumped back against the headboard of his bed, claiming Clyde Frog from Kyle to hold onto him.

"Hey!" Kyle protested when Eric took Clyde Frog away, but he didn't try to snatch him back for fear of tearing him. "I was holding him because I couldn't hold you," he shot back, not much of a comeback at all, but it was the truth.

"God, this is weird..." Kyle muttered, leaning over Eric to set aside his half-eaten pizza, losing momentum on his way to sit back, and ended up nestled against Eric's side. His arm reached halfway around the other's waist as he pressed his nose against the curve of the brunette's neck and shoulder irresistibly. "What am I going to tell my mom?" Kyle moaned, half-joking because he sure as hell wasn't telling her anything. He'd maybe tell Stan, but probably much later when this thing with Cartman was a little more secure.

"Tell your mom she's a big fat bitch. That's all you need to say,” Eric snickered and picked up Kyle's leftover pizza, munching on it casually as he stacked their plates together. It wasn't much pizza and he didn't want to waste it. Waste not want not! He munched contentedly and looked down at Kyle.

Kyle poked Eric hard in the side with his finger, an offended frown warring with a faint smirk. "Asshole. Don't talk about my mom like that," he complained, but only half-heartedly, because Fatass had always had a point in calling her a bitch. He just had more balls to say (or outright sing) the fact.

“So...are we boyfriends? It makes sense, right? That's so gay." Eric laughed and got up to put the plates in the sink. He snorted as he sat back down, stretching out on his back.

“I suppose we are.”

The Jew leaned back when Eric got up, not wanting to topple off the side of the bed, and waited for his boyfriend to get comfortable so he could sprawl partially across Eric again. His chest overlapped the other's chest, and the rest of him was curled up against Eric's side. His honey eyes lowered to Eric's full lips and he traced his bottom lip softly with an index finger, nibbling his own subconsciously to mirror the sensation.

“Or 'butt buddies,' if you wanna get completely romantic about it," Kyle murmured with a faint smirk. His cheeks were growing warm, though, at the thought that Eric would want an official relationship with him. It took his breath away and made him nervous all in one go, because if they did fuck this up the loss of a boyfriend would be much more painful than just a loss of a roommate or fuck buddy.

Eric slumped onto the bed, enjoying the way that Kyle melted against him almost like his lanky frame fit right in with Eric's own ample curves. Lazily he slid an arm down around Kyle, hugging him to his side.

"Do you think we're even compatible, Eric?" Kyle asked quietly. "I can't expect you to change, and you piss me off like none other sometimes. ...A lot of the time." Kyle almost smiled, but he honestly wanted to know how a relationship between them could even work out. If they even had a chance...

“Wha?" Eric blinked, then got quiet as the other talked more. He sighed. “I don't know. Do you have to think so much into it? Do you ever do something just because it feels right? Not because it's logically sound?" Goddamn Jew, so calculating and cheap! Cheap had nothing to do with it, but whatever.

"R-tard..." Kyle chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Eric's lips, moaning softly. "When do I ever not over-think things?" he pointed out wryly after pulling back, combing his fingers through Eric's soft brown hair and tugging his earlobe lightly. God, he couldn't stop touching the bastard, like he was already addicted or something. "But I can count on you to always be illogical, I'm sure."

Kyle shook his head and leaned up a little so he wasn't crushing Eric, even though it'd probably take someone twice his weight to even make the 'big-boned' guy lose his breath. Kyle was definitely on the thin side, especially since he didn’t like to cook and whatever food he did buy usually got eaten by Eric, regardless of the 'DO NOT EAT, FATASS' he had written on his food, which might as well have been 'EAT ME PLEASE' to Cartman. The redhead wondered if the same method would work for his cock.

Eric blinked a few times and also shook his head, just looking up at the ceiling.

“Clyde Frog thinks you're a pussy if you can't handle a relationship even if we piss each other off. This'd be a good reason to try and work past that." He shrugged, content and speaking logically for once. Of course, he was holding Clyde Frog, waving him as he mentioned Clyde Frog's agreement and all.

Kyle laughed at Eric's lame-ass induction of his frog. "I swear to god... Sometimes I don't know if you're messing around or really as batfuck crazy as I think you are."

Eric could be deviously brilliant at times, though, and Kyle reaffirmed that he never wanted to piss Eric off so bad that the other plotted against him to make his life hell. Because he'd be able to do so with relish. "...Clyde Frog may be right," he sighed after a moment, reaching out to pat the old stuffed creature on his head, pausing a moment and then doing the same to Eric, his smirk playfully patronizing.

"See, why can't you be smart like Clyde Frog, baby?" Oh yes, definitely pushing buttons there.

“CLYDE FROG'S NOT SMART. HE'S A STUPID TOY. GET OFF MY HAND FUCKER.” Eric hissed as he tossed the frog onto the bed, then quickly picked it back up, hugging it before settling it out of the way in favor of Kyle, clinging to him a little.

Kyle gasped, "Don't throw him, you asshole! He'll break."

For a second Kyle forgot Clyde Frog was Eric's, not his. But he'd formed a bond with the thing after sharing his ‘biggest’ secret with him, and patching and cleaning him up. Kyle allowed himself to be drawn into the embrace, melting as he always did against Eric's full-figured body. How could he have ever thought the other was fat and repulsive? He couldn't get enough of him now – work of that warped divine retribution, no doubt.

“We better be boyfriends,” Eric chirped up and poked a finger against Kyle's chest, a few hard prods. “I already told you that I, you know, _{love you}, and all...” he muttered quietly, cheeks pinkened a bit. “So stop being a damn Jew and just deal with it, pussy."

"We're boyfriends," Kyle assured him, grunting at the prods to his chest, and grabbed at Eric's finger to bring to his mouth for a few punishing nibbles to the tip. It was entirely fucking precious the shy, embarrassed way Eric admitted his love to Kyle, and it was hard not to laugh in adoration of his awkwardness lest Eric think he was laughing at him.

God, they were sickening.

“And don't call me baby, it's fucking weird. It's all fucking weird. I think we should tell Stan, just to freak his pussy ass out," Eric muttered in a playful tone, figuring Stan would probably shit a brick out of pure shock over the whole situation. If anything, Stan probably figured Cartman would end up with Butters, not Kyle of all people!

"Yeah it's fucking weird. Where's my phone..." Kyle slid his body over Eric's, fumbling on the nightstand between their beds and bringing back his phone after accidentally knocking his glasses and his Harry Potter book to the floor. "Shit. One second... Okay, here." Kyle pushed the ringing phone up to Eric's ear, stifling his mouth against his chest to keep from laughing as he squirmed on top of him, pressed together from stomach to knees.

"Hello? Kyle?" A tinny voice of Stan's coming through the phone speaker picked up after a small click, signaling a connection.

Eric grunted as the phone was held to his ear. “You stupid Jew, you call him!" he whined, but grew deathly silent as he heard Stan pick up on the other end. “No, it's Cartman."

There was a short pause and then, "...Cartman? What the hell are you doing with Kyle's phone? Is he alright?" Stan's voice raised a little in pitch at the end of the last question, already thinking the worst, since the last he'd spoken with Kyle the redhead had broke their dorm room window throwing something at Cartman's fat head. "I swear to god, if you did anything to him, Fatass...!"

“Chill, fag. Everything's fine. Geeze." Eric rolled his eyes, sliding a hand down Kyle's backside to idly finger his ass while he talked on the phone with Stan. “Actually, everything's great. Uh. So. There's no real easy way to put this but Kyle and I are kind of d--" Augh, dammit he blanked out, cheeks red. “Fuck. We're..."

Kyle muffled a quiet moan against Eric's chest, shifting his knees to either side of Eric's thighs and pushing his ass out into the other's touch, rubbing their naked groins together in light, teasing motions. It was even hotter with Stan on the phone, completely oblivious.

"Then what?" Stan snapped, irritability and confusion in his voice. "What the... Was that Kyle? What the fuck is going on, Cartman?!"

Kyle nearly snickered at his best friend's agitation, except that he just moaned again when Eric's finger slipped between his ass cheeks, rocking against him harder as his face flushed, deeply disturbed and turned on by what they were doing.

After getting Kyle worked up, Eric stopped and laughed a little at Stan on the phone.

“That's just my boyfriend making noises like a bitch,” he stated. “Kahl." He couldn't help but put Stan out of his misery, there really was no easy way to tell him so he just put it out there. Eric removed his hand completely from Kyle's backside, smirking a bit as he leaned back on the bed.

“We've been messing around for like a week now. Figure might as well make it official, and all. Bet you're freaking out."

"...You're fucking lying, Fatass. Give Kyle his goddamn phone back."

Stan didn't know why Cartman called him with such obvious bullshit, because if he was trying to be a douche and pull one over on him he could do a lot better than pretend he was dating Kyle. Who the hell would ever believe that?

Kyle stifled a groan of loss at Eric's hand, but he continued rocking against him until he could feel both of their cocks begin to stir. "Nnh. Give me the phone," he murmured, taking the cell from Eric and angling the phone carefully away from them, focusing and then snapping a picture. He sent it to Stan and then handed the phone back to Eric, smirking.

"Hello?! I fucking swear, Cartman, give Kyle the pho--oh. Oh my god."

Kyle nearly laughed at the shocked silence at the other end. He'd sent Stan a pic of their meshed hips - the bony, freckled side of his obviously naked and pressed against Eric's more ample and slightly tanner flesh. Nothing graphic, but obvious who to Stan who it was and what they were doing.

Cartman snorted at the way Stan simply refused to believe him. Of course, he couldn't help but be surprised as hell when Kyle snatched the phone and took a picture of them. God, if he wasn't self conscious enough about his naked body, now Stan had a picture!? Of course emo fag would probably burn his phone then his eyes after that. He laughed a little, however, as he took the phone back and put it to his ear.

"Told you so, jackass. Thought since you're such good friends with Kahl you deserved to be the first to know. If you ever dump that stupid cunt Wendy, you can stop by here for some ass. Kahl's got a fucking huge dick." Annnnd. He hung the phone up. Tossed it aside. Then promptly glared down at Kyle.

“I can't believe you took a picture of me naked, fucking asshole."

"Fuck you--" Stan shot back, when his brain finally processed what he just saw, but by then Cartman had already hung up on him.

Kyle knew he was a dick for submitting Stan to that, but the emo kid had it coming with the way he whined to Kyle about his own fucked up relationship and didn’t even realize Kyle had his own. Eric was completely hot how he handled that conversation, and Kyle returned that glare with dark, appraising eyes.

"It didn't show anything," he shrugged, but then had the decency to at least look a little abashed. "If me practically moaning into the phone wasn't enough for him, then that certainly made a point... God, I'm making that picture into my wallpaper." Kyle reached over for the discarded phone, thinking he'd like to made an entire video clip of Eric naked if he ever had the chance. Just the thought turned him on more than he already was, his arousal nudging up against Eric's deliciously photogenic hip.

Kyle was a jackass. The brunette sighed at the fact that Kyle was making that picture his wallpaper.

“Jesus, I'll let you take another one when I lose some weight. I just don't feel comfortable on camera like this, Kahl,” Eric said quietly, admitting his discomfort with his body aloud. He shook his head a few times and snapped Kyle's phone shut just to toss it onto his nightstand, out of Kyle’s reach. “Jew."

Eric muttered half-heartedly, and ducked in to nip at his boyfriend's neck. He was surprised Stan didn't call back.

Kyle sighed and tilted his head, pushing his neck against Eric's mouth when the other nipped at him. "Nnh...love you..." he whispered, his eyes falling softly shut as he brushed his lips against Eric's ear, beginning to pant as Eric touched him.

Kyle kept forgetting Eric's issues with his own weight, because he was so comfortable with it. I don't want you to lose weight, he almost said, but bit his lip at the last second because he was being completely selfish and insensitive. He ached at the thought of ever losing this unbearably soft warmth, ached to lose any part of Cartman, including his weight. And he couldn't possibly tell his boyfriend this without making Eric more insecure, of that he was certain.

“Stan's probably jerking off furiously to that picture. He's probably been gay for you for years now, just too wrapped up in his own shit to own up to it. I swear," Eric shook his head and slid a hand down, wrapping his fingers around Kyle's ample girth, and stroking lazily as he pondered over their fucked up phone call. "That douchebag will probably show up here just to kick my ass - he probably thinks I've got you brainwashed or something."

"Mmh... He doesn't want me. Trust me." Kyle thrust into that firm grasp a little desperately, burying his face against Eric's neck and already starting to make needful, pleasured sounds. "H-He's too wrapped up in Wendy to realize his best friend is in love with him."

“Is?" Eric asked, a bit growled out, not just thumbing over the other's erection but practically scraping his nail against the sensitive head.

Kyle jerked and moaned loudly, "Was. Was in love. Ohh god, Eric..."

“Nhh..." Eric growled and accepted the 'was' in favor of just forgetting that slip up all together, but it bugged him regardless. “So you did want him at some point, or do you still?"

Kyle mewled and jerked his hips helplessly, all kinds of worked up from their love confessions, their phone call with Stan, and Eric's rough possessiveness over him that rubbed him in all the right ways. "Yours. All yours," he gasped, not knowing how he could possibly settle for a thin, dramatic emo bitch like Stan after developing such a heady addiction for Cartman, who was almost the complete opposite. Although, he could be one dramatic bitch, too, sometimes.

Eric wasn't sure if he could just let it go, despite the fact that Kyle said he loved him more than once now... With a sigh, he stilled his hand and slid it over to rest against the other's thigh lightly, frowning a bit.

“I'm sorry, Kahl. I know you...love me. I've just never had this...this weird ass feeling for anyone. I don't have repressed desires for other guys." Eric leaned back on the bed some, his thick length between them and resting against Kyle's own.

“We should get some beer or something to make awkward talks like this a little easier."

"Uhhnn," Kyle groaned at the departure of Eric's hand, considering if he would be degrading himself further by humping the other's leg. He opened his eyes and dazedly met Eric's, his expression softening. He reached out and brushed the other's full cheeks with his shaky fingertips, slumping against him. "I don't want to have to depend on alcohol to be able to talk with you, even if it is awkward," he said softly.

Kyle sighed and moved himself over Eric until he was sitting up straddling the other's waist, his legs stretched so wide that his knees barely dipped into the mattress on either side of Eric's sides.

"To prove it to you... I'll even tell you what my fetish is. But you can't get mad at me and go off and do something reckless, okay?" Like starve or exercise yourself sick. Kyle blushed, looking down at his hands, which rubbed over Eric's pecs in slow circles, and then hesitated as a deep flush came into his cheeks.

The brunette was glad that Kyle was his. Eric believed him. Just as he shifted to sit back further, he stilled since Kyle was straddling his waist. He blinked a few times in confusion. His fetish? Oh yeah! This would be good... Heh...

"I...I like you...like this..." Kyle stammered, realizing he made no sense and resigned himself to his own humiliation. Kyle reached down and squeezed one of Eric's love handles lovingly, rubbing against his belly a little as if he couldn't help it.

"I like that you're so much bigger than me...and that you just feel so good and warm and soft all over, but can dominate me so completely. I-I think your body's really hot, Eric. That's my fetish." Kyle could feel all the blood rushing to his head, leaving Eric's wonderful love handles alone to sit miserably still on top of him, not knowing what Cartman's reaction would be to someone telling him they liked his fat. God.

“Wait. What?" Eric reddened. Being told his body was hot was...fucking strange. He didn't like being fat. He groaned miserably at that and just closed his eyes.

Kyle fidgeted on Eric’s stomach, ducking his head down so his curls tumbled about his face, hiding him from view. See, he totally knew telling Eric that would be weird and awkward! But he did mean it, and couldn't help being turned on by his own boyfriend. He didn't want to help it.

“How can you like my body? It gets in the way... Do you like being nearly suffocated when we fuck?" Eric asked quietly, actually sitting up underneath Kyle, landing the redhead in his lap again. It was a legitimate question, so he wanted a real answer out of Kyle. “I just don't see why you'd like this... It's...ugh... I've been called fat all my life, by you no less, and now you like it?"

"Yeah. Actually I do like being nearly suffocated when we fuck," Kyle said sharply, creasing his eyebrows together as he looked up at Eric finally. "I...I like you being the only thing I can feel, because you feel... amazing." Kyle softened his words with a low breath, embarrassed but sincere.

"God, Eric, if you only knew. I get off on your stomach pressing against my back when you take me from behind, or being buried between your thick thighs when I suck you off..." Kyle leaned forward and laced his fingers behind Eric's neck, pressing his body candidly against the curve of his boyfriend's belly, his voice gone husky.

"And it's just you. It's all of you that I fell in love with. Not just the charming personality," Kyle smiled weakly, since they both knew Eric's personality was more than a little warped.

"Your body fucking turns me on like no skinny bastard possibly could, and...and I just really want you to make love to me..." Kyle bumped his nose against Eric's, brushing their mouths together softly as he murmured the last words in a heated whisper against Eric's lips, just asking if it was okay.

Shit. Kyle meant it. Eric blushed furiously at Kyle’s passionate admission. He didn't know what he was going to say in response other than 'thanks,' and he just sighed after that whisper of a kiss.

“So you like me being fat. I won't get any fatter for you. Don't bitch if I lose like...fifteen pounds. Believe me, I weigh near two hundred right now and I can't be happy with that." He didn't know how their friends back in South Park would react to the news of their relationship. He knew people found his fat unappealing, just like himself, but...if Kyle was happy and so damned turned on by him, why would he drastically change that?

"That's fine, really," Kyle smiled at Eric, relieved that he wouldn't be losing out on his ‘fetish’ after all. "I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable or unhappy... I really do like you, Eric." Kyle moved his hands to either side of Eric's face, kissing him a little more soundly.

“Mmh... I won't lose it all. As long as you don't lose your fucking ginger freckles,” Eric muttered, sliding his hands along the other's back until he cupped Kyle’s rear, grinding against him slowly. He nearly grinned, awkwardly pleased that his fat wasn't so...in the way, even if it was in the way.

"The only way I'm going to lose my freckles is if you eat them off me. Like little chocolate chips." Kyle was as straight-faced as he could manage, but he didn't last more than three seconds before he broke down and snorted his laughter against Eric's neck, but subdued because he didn’t want milk shooting out of his nose again.

"Jesus christ... And you harassed me for being a ginger daywalker all these years. Nice going, douche." Kyle grinned as he nuzzled his boyfriend's neck. He broke into a quiet, eager moan when Eric’s grip tightened on his ass, wanting it again badly. "Nnhh, yess..."

Eric groaned, not entirely recovered from last time. “Grab the lube and stretch yourself. I wanna see you finger yourself, Jew."

It was a conscious effort to peel himself away, but Kyle managed it without trembling from sheer need too badly. He was a complete slut for Eric and quickly did as he was told, finding the half-used tube of lubricant Eric had been using for solo-masturbation before it had been put to better use slicking up Kyle's ass for the former fatass to fuck. He got off Eric's lap and re-straddled him backwards, scooting forward so Eric would have a mostly unobstructed view from over his belly.

"Is this what you want?" Kyle purred, teasing the pucker of his asshole with a wet finger, pushing in to the first knuckle and shuddering with pleasure. "Nnnhh, fuck..."

Eric grinned like the devil reincarnated (or Hitler perhaps) as he watched Kyle get into that position, like he was poised on top of a squishy, warm pillow. He smirked a little though as the redhead did what he wanted, fingering himself right there before him. Eric couldn't contain a little groan.

“While you do that, get my cock harder and...you know...slick," he whispered, snatching a pillow to stuff behind his head so he could watch better. Kyle's phone buzzed, and since it was within arm's reach, he snatched it and looked at who was calling.

Ahah, Emo Fag.

“Stan's calling. I'll answer,” Eric said with a smirk - wicked smirk, at that. Before Kyle could say anything in rejection, Eric flipped the phone open and smugly answered. "Hello Stanley."

Kyle had worked a second finger inside before his phone rang, the ringtone giving away the caller before he even had to ask. He groaned quietly, slipping his fingers out of himself and turning again to practically fall into the other’s lap, not letting the phone call interfere with what they both wanted. Kyle wrapped his lips around one of Eric’s balls and moved his slick hand up to slowly pump his boyfriend’s dick, getting it wet for him.

"Fatass, put Kyle on the fucking phone."

Stan had clearly recovered from his shock, and was now seriously pissed off, not knowing what kind of sick shit the fatass was doing to his best friend, or why he had Kyle's phone in the first place. Maybe he was holding the Jew hostage and was...was raping him or something, for all he knew.

Eric was silent for a moment, staring at Kyle as the faggot sucked his ball into his mouth, mouthing at him wetly. God that felt so good.

“Jesus christ, Stan. I'm finally getting Kahl to suck my balls and you have to call,” he said bluntly and tugged himself out of Kyle's mouth, despite how good it felt. “It's the guitar-queero king. He wants to bitch at you. I guess he thinks I'm not being honest." Eric shrugged at Kyle.

"...You're fucking sick, Cartman," Stan muttered, sounding close to throwing up in his own mouth.

Really though, what proof did Stan have that Cartman could ever tell the truth, ever? Eric sighed and held the phone next to Kyle's ear. “I'll hold it so you don't get it sticky. Hurry up though, hon."

Kyle made a sound of protest when he was detached from his ball play, realizing how whorish he sounded and shut himself up. "Nnh, what?" he growled, irritated that Eric had stopped him again, and blinked when the other held up the phone to his ear. "What," he repeated, his tone not any more pleasant.

"Jesus christ, Kyle! What the fuck are you doing over there?! Are you alright?" Stan's voice was as clearly agitated as Kyle's, but what to expect when he received a picture of Cartman and Kyle's naked hips meshed together with his best friend groaning in the background? "Do I need to call the fucking cops over there?"

Kyle's gaze rose to Eric's and he rolled his eyes, his hand still steadily jerking his boyfriend off.

"No, don't call the fucking cops, Stan. I'm fine. We were right in the middle of something when you called..." Kyle's cheeks reddened and his eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Actually...he was just about to fuck my brains out, and I want it goddamn bad. I'll call you later, alright?"

Stan had obviously been stunned again, or had a heart attack, or just hung up because the phone when silent on the other end. Kyle took his ear away and tossed a glare at Eric before he ducked back between his meaty thighs, pointedly lavishing erotic attention to his remaining dry testicle with his lips and tongue.

“You tell that bitch, Kahl. Next time you see him slap him,” Eric said with a grin.

A bitch fight would be great between his boyfriend and that emo fag Stan. He smirked at the idea and simply eyed Kyle as he dove between his thighs, and then hung up the phone. The phone was actually turned off, lest someone like Kyle's mom dare to call. Oh god, he'd go off on that bitch... His attention was soon diverted, though.

“If you want your brains fucked out, get up here. Enough foreplay. I'll shoot my load too quick."

Eric clearly wasn't one for romantics, even at such an opportune time. It was initially supposed to be 'making love,' but their relationship turned towards the more violent side with or without provocation. He grinned evermore, his thick length bobbing in the air needy and swollen, ripe and ready for Kyle's ass.

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