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It's too hot.
90 degree Fahrenheit at LEAST, enough for the AC at Broflovski residence to reach its finish line. After struggling to get the machine working for a time Kenny, Stan and Kyle settled on digging out Ike's old inflatable kiddie pool, dragging it to the backyard and filling it with cool water. Under a large parasol and partly submerged in quickly warming water was better than nothing.
Kyle would've preferred to fit in properly but alas his long legs end up dangling over the edge, sweaty skin sticking to the plastic of the pool. He sinks as low as he can and the pool squeaks in agony. It's a wonder it's holding in the air at all.
The only sign that Kenny to his right is alive is the groan he lets out when Kyle nudges his shoulder with his shin. Though, it eerily resembles a death rattle. Kyle is too exhausted to make sure whether it was one or not.
"That's it. I'm done. I'm going to hunt down Manbearpig and gut him myself." To Kyle's left, Stan mumbles while waterboarding himself with a dripping wet towel, covering the entirety of his head with it.
"Sign me up." Kyle grits through his teeth and hangs his head back. He was regretting not flying north with the rest of his family for Ike's university tour. Not because listening to his parents hype up the only Broflovski kid who was actually interested in studying in a Canadian equivalent of an ivy league school to get a fancy degree while giving him the "we respect your decision, but are nevertheless deeply disappointed that our firstborn chose South Park Community college despite his 4.7 GBA"-looks. You know the one.
But at least the climate was bearable up there.
"Riveting pool party you've got going on." Cartman's nagging voice appears out of nowhere and with bad timing like always. Kyle cracks open one eye to see the fat man hovering over him with his signature wide grin.
"I don't remember sending you an invite. Piss off." The redhead scoffs.
"Are you still mad at me? C'mon, dude. Water under the bridge or whatever." Cartman sighs, straightens his back with hands on his hips.
"Yes! I am mad that you went through my phon-!" Kyle throws his neck to glare up at him properly, but words get caught in his throat that turns gravely the second he takes in what Cartman is wearing. Said words form a lump as he gawks at Cartman's track shorts and the short's near non-existent inseam.
"Maybe if you fucktards had thrown me the surprise party I asked, I wouldn't have needed to go snooping for secret plans." The brunet doesn't notice Kyle's faltering attention. Instead he purses his lips and turns his nose upwards as he speaks, crossing his big arms over his chest.
"What makes you think that I would plan a party for YOU? That's such a bullshit reason to go through my texts!" Kyle manages to recover and divert his gaze back to his insufferable face.
"Well, I had to make sure you guys don't have a secret group chat for party planning and whatever gay shit you three have going on." Cartman rolls his eyes, but Kyle can see that he's still smiling.
"We do have a private group chat." The wet towel muffles Stan when he pipes in, also tired of Cartman's antics.
"Yeah, it's called; Cartman is a fat bitch." Kenny snickers too and Cartman gapes at him conveniently just as Kenny is aiming the hose at him, blasting the still clothed man with cold water from head to toe.
"I will get a shotgun and turn this pool into a brain soup if I have to listen to you two fight for another second." Kenny says, snickering turning into a surprisingly serious tone. The man standing splutters and shakes off water from his hair while Kenny turns the hose into the pool, filling it up again.
"God dammit, Kenny." Cartman huffs and looks down at his wet clothes, before walking around the pool. "Fine. But I'm not the one who started it."
"Yes you did! You literally started it!" Kyle shouts, but he also gets splashed like a misbehaving dog with the hose. It's annoying, but the cold water is a welcomed sensation.
"I don't care. Shut up." Kenny sighs.
While Kyle's wiping his face and curls with his palms, Cartman curses under his breath and begins to climb right in between Kyle's legs. His clothes were already wet, so he didn't bother taking them off.
"Move your hooves, ginger." Cartman slaps his shins to get him to move them further apart.
"No! Fuck you." Kyle spits and steels his legs in place in an attempt to keep Cartman from sitting there, but the resistance is futile. Cartman gives him a determined look before climbing in despite the little space he's got. Just because he doesn't want Cartman actually sitting on his shins, Kyle concedes to moving them apart. It's barely enough for Cartman's ass to fit in the pool, but he seems content as he throws his legs over Kyle's side and leans back with his eyes closed like the smug bastard he is.
Eric's skin, scorching and smooth, is beyond uncomfortable against Kyle's that's damp and wiry with hair. He sucks in air in preparation to shoo Cartman off him, but you know what?
Whatever!
He was going to ignore his fat ass and not say a thing no matter how annoying he gets. Reaction and attention is precisely what he wants and lives off of and Kyle's not about to give him that.
Kyle breathes out the air he was holding and settles back down.
Unexpectedly, it's pretty easy for him to relax even with Cartman at such close proximity and how worked up he got earlier. Not to mention, with how hot it was. And his plan actually works! ...for a while. For as long as Kenny has the energy to entertain Cartman and his rambles and maybe a minute after Kenny has had enough of his insults and brags. The man between Kyle's legs huffs in annoyance and shifts in his place.
The pool squeaks again and water sloshes around, but eventually that quiet minute begins. Crickets whirring in the grass around them and distant chatter of people over the tall fence surrounding the backyard work as white noise for Kyle and he dozes off.
Or he would have, if it weren't for the sudden nudge on his chin.
It's Cartman's toe. Kyle doesn't need to open his eyes to know that. His whole face twitches with quickly growing rage.
Don't react. Let him get bored and move on.
Another nudge on his chin, a bit harder this time and his jaws lock into a tight clench. It takes all of his might to ignore the fat man's toes on his face.
"Oh, Kahl..." Cartman mewls out his name with a sickly sweet tone in an attempt to rile Kyle up and when partnered up with toes ghosting over his lips, it's enough to make him slip.
"Stop it." Kyle smacks the foot away from his face, eyes screwed shut and still desperately trying to keep his cool. He's not doing a very good job.
"Kyaalll… open wideee..." Not phased by the smack, Cartman warbles. Before his toes can touch Kyle's lips, Kyle grips his foot in a death lock and holds it up.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why can't you stop being a dick for a goddamn second?!" He screams with his face red and holding the foot high up in the air, his plans to ignore and not give Cartman any power over him already forgotten. It's a major mistake.
Cartman is wearing a shit-eating grin, having slid closer to Kyle's knees to reach with his short legs. While Kyle has a grip on Cartman's right leg, his left is draped over Kyle's thigh and it all culminates in Cartman's track shorts digging into his big thighs from the strain. They create deep indents into the soft tissue of muscle and fat. Just below the surface, Kyle can see the white milky skin of the innermost parts of his thighs that's left untouched by the sun.
The temperature must've doubled in an instant. Kyle swears his blood hits near boiling point and anger, while very much present, was only partially responsible for that.
"What? I didn't do anything..." Cartman hums with a grin and brings his left foot up to Kyle's reddening face as well.
"Get your disgusting feet off my face!" Kyle growls and snaps his wrist around that ankle as well.
"Oh, you wanna talk about disgusting feet? Look at your dogs! Those bunions reek! Phooey!" Cartman sticks his tongue out to emphasize his theatrics and fans a hand over his nose.
"I don't have bunions!" Kyle shouts back and shoves Cartman's feet higher, earning a loud yelp from him.
"Ok, that's it. I'm going home." Stan grunts as he gets up from the kiddie pool, interrupting their fight.
"Yeah, fuck this. I'm not gonna listen to you homos fight for a second longer." Kenny follows suit, holding his loose swimming trunks up with one hand.
"Don't blame me! It's not my fault Cartman's a-" Kyle starts, whipping his head around as he watches his best friends leave.
"Mhm. See ya." Stan flicks his wrist after picking up his clothes from the ground and it's all he gives Kyle as a goodbye before he rounds the corner to the small alleyway leading to the front lawn.
"Later!" Kenny isn't as mad, wiggling his fingers as he waves them a goodbye and hurries after Stan presumably to hitch a ride leaving the remaining two in stunned silence.
"Welp. More room for us." Cartman shrugs and a vein must've popped in Kyle's brain at that moment.
"Shut up! You're so fucking-" Kyle shoves Eric's feet down and groans, rubbing his face hard before he throws his arms out to motion towards Cartman. "You are fucking impossible!"
"Well, Kyle, if you weren't such an uptight bitch maybe your friends would tolerate you more. Seriously. Try to chill out once in a while." Making zero effort to move even if there's a lot of free space now, Cartman says and rolls his brown eyes.
"Why are you like this?!" Kyle's hands fly in the air in frustration.
"Awesome? Cool? A complex character?" Cartman snorts and shifts and Kyle sees a flash of skin that he definitely shouldn't be able to see.
"Fucking annoying! You think that the whole world revolves around you! That... That everything we do and don't do is directly connected to you while we just want some goddamn peace and quiet!" Kyle continues his rant, constantly fighting against the urge to ogle at the fat thighs laying atop of his legs.
"Pfft. You're one to talk! You're so scared that I went on a joyride in your Pornhub favorites as if I need or want to know what you get off to." Cartman's grin is starting to fade into a glare thanks to Kyle hitting a nerve.
"Tell me one good reason as to why I should trust that you didn't! There's no way you'd skip on an opportunity to find stuff to blackmail me with!"
"Geez, Kyle. I have other, more important stuff going on in my life than you."
"Then why the fuck did you drag your fat ass here in your stupid shorts and a grin on your face like you just killed a cat or did whatever equally as fucked up thing it is that you do for fun!"
"I would never kill a cat! Cats are cool as fuck!" Cartman scoffs. "And what's wrong with my shorts?!"
"Se-Seriously, Cartman?! They are fucking-" Kyle gets caught off guard by Eric clinging to his comment about the shorts. It was truly a slip of the tongue. "They are way too small for your giant ass!" He coughs out and rips his eyes away from Cartman's lower body once again.
Cartman tugs his brows together and glances down at his body and then back up at Kyle. As he shifts, his thighs jiggle with him, the white piping of his shorts pulling on them again.
"Don't slut shame me, Kyle. That's not very woke of you." The shorter man huffs and shakes his head. His cheeks are a bit pink. Kyle can't stop his eyes from flicking down. His fingers itch and a familiar burn builds up in his stomach.
"Y-you-" Kyle starts, voice a bit too high so he clears the frog in his throat. "Just last week YOU called Wendy a slut!"
"Yes, but not because of what she wears, but what she is. A slut." Cartman snorts, chest puffing up, a little too proud of that one.
Anger and frustration bubbles in Kyle's chest as he waits for Cartman to continue.
"Besides, not that you'd know anything about it, but some chicks love guys with bubble butts." The brunet smiles, eyes narrow and it's enough to push Kyle over the edge.
He lunges at Cartman, but unfortunately Cartman sees it coming and he manages to land a foot on Kyle's chest, sending him back. His tailbone connects with the hard ground under the pool and it makes him cringe. Still, he is quick to recover. Cartman is halfway out of the pool on his fours by then, snickering and snorting while pushing himself up but that changes the second Kyle grabs his ankle and pulls. Eric's knees slip and he falls face flat on the grass and his bodyweight squashing the side of the pool is enough to make the summer its last.
A loud pop and soon the water is spilling everywhere with half of Cartman inside and half outside the pool. Kyle doesn't care about the pool, it has served the Broflovskis for ages. What he cares about is not letting Cartman run away. He fists the back of Eric's drenched shirt and keeps him from getting up. The fat man groans and attempts to swat at Kyle as he moves to straddle one of his legs, hands still bunching his t-shirt so it rides up Cartman's back.
"Get off me!" Cartman whines with a rumble in his tone, kicking his feet like a spoiled kid.
"How's your fat ass serving you now, huh?! Are you even trying?" Kyle huffs and keeps Eric's chest pushed into the now muddy grass.
"Oh-ho-ho! I'm gonna make you regret that!" Cartman snarls and reaches behind him to grab at anything that of Kyle's with no luck. His fingers barely touch his knee thanks to the position they are in and Kyle's sturdy hand holding him down.
"Is that all you've got?" Kyle lets out an airy laugh. Cartman writhes and wiggles and curses Kyle, but whatever he's saying sounds like a faraway buzz when Kyle's eyes slip down to the small of Cartman's back. The skin there is flushed and the color continues under the waistband of his track shorts. Kyle's skin prickles.
"I don't think girls like asses with the consistency of pudding." Kyle forces words out of his dry mouth and Satan himself must've possessed him to snap Cartman's waistband. Maybe the purpose was to tease Eric, but he ended up teasing himself instead. Air gets trapped in Kyle's lungs when he doesn't find any evidence of Cartman wearing underwear.
"Fuck you! I'd rather have a sweet pudding ass than none like you!" Growling, Cartman attempts to shake Kyle off him, but again Kyle hardly hears him for the deafening ringing in his ears, eyes fixated on the jiggling muscles. All of his mental energy is going towards denying the urge to grab a handful and find out just how bad he can make Cartman squirm. He digs his thumb into Eric's spine just above his shorts, in between the two dimples decorating his backside. The body under him tenses.
"You're not even wearing underwear." Kyle mutters, attention faltering once again and he fans his wide palm across the plumb skin.
"S-so?! It's hot as fuck if you hadn't noticed!" The crack in Cartman's voice travels straight down to Kyle's dick and he tries to get up again. With a rapidly growing hardon distracting him, it's getting increasingly harder to keep Cartman down but he manages anyway. His eyes never leave the skin under his thumb. Not even when it dips under the wet clothing and Cartman's teeth click closed.
"Like mother, like son, I guess." The taller man huffs hot air and studies the way his digit presses into the excess mass. It's captivating.
"Oh yeah? And you are a dumb fucking jew." Cartman's voice shakes, but the emphasis on the last word is as aggravating as always and despite being the oldest trick in Eric's playbook, it still works wonders on Kyle. His teeth grind together and he lets go of the shirt, but only to grip the back of Cartman's thick neck and the base of his skull and force his cheek into the ground.
"I'd choose my words carefully if I were you." Kyle leans in, hissing through teeth that nearly touch Eric's reddening ear.
"G-Get off me, jew." The other one grunts and struggles against the tight hold. His spine arches and twists and Kyle is nearly convinced it's to slither from under him. Nearly. The urgency in his movements and hard breathing tell a different story. Kyle's hands burn his skin. From up close, Kyle takes in his uncomfortable, flushed face.
"Are you hard?" Kyle's scoffs as if he himself hadn't been steadily growing harder for a good while now. Eric doesn't need to answer. His sharp inhale and body freezing in place is enough of an answer. Nothing comes out of his mouth besides a rattling breath.
Kyle's chest hums, his thighs strain and the last bit of sanity must've slipped his mind because he finds himself gripping Eric's thigh hard, just below his ass cheek. It's like a gut punch to Cartman as he rolls his hips down into the ground and gasps. Incomprehensible string of words leaves Eric's lips and he wraps a sweaty palm around the wrist holding him down. He's not pulling on it, just squeezing.
Kyle kneads the soft flesh with his right hand in a cycle, alternating between rougher and gentler touches. Without it registering to him completely, his hand inches under the fabric with every motion. Even with the blood drumming in his ears, Kyle can hear the choked moan Eric makes.
His cheeks flare up and he leans back just enough to see what kind of a face Eric was making, only to find him already craning his neck to look at him from the corner of his eye. Half-lidded, his eyes seem darker than ever. Maybe it could've meant a lot of different things, but Kyle with his arousal drunk brain couldn't take it any other way than as a dare to go on. Kyle breathes out and his lungs shake with excitement.
He was going to make Eric regret being such a brat.
Groaning, Kyle pushes himself up, rips his hand from Cartman's neck and moves it to join his other hand on Cartman's clothed ass. His fingers and touch leave behind red marks as he drags them up the smooth skin and under the shorts. It's a snug fit with how tight the hems are around Cartman's big thighs so with a swift pull the shorts settle just below Cartman's full ass. Kyle grips it harder and pushes him into the ground, yet another gasp running shivers down Kyle's back.
His cock hurts from being trapped in his wet trunks, but he's too mesmerized by the soft muscle, fat and skin with smooth hairs covering it bulging between his digits. He wants to bite it. Kyle feels himself throb and before he can find convincing enough words to talk himself out of it, he has already scooted back.
First, he presses his face into the same spot between the dimples he had previously been massaging with his thumb and inhales the warm and damp skin with his mouth open.
It would be a lie to say that he hadn't thought about doing this before. Several times when he was drunk and desperate and when he wasn't quite as drunk but even more desperate.
Kyle buries his thumbs deeper into the muscle and Eric rolling his hips backwards into the rough skin of his palms makes his stomach flip. Teeth grazing, dragging against Cartman, Kyle moves further down and it's more or less an accident when the pad of his thumb swipes near Cartman's rim. The spluttering and panicked noise the brunet makes is convincing enough for Kyle to do it again with more determination and care. The skin there is hot and tender and so is the whimper Eric grants him. Kyle pants into Eric's skin with his brows furrowed and grinds his own hips into nothing.
He's moving too fast. He knows it. But he's not thinking clearly enough to slow down.
A moan slips out when he opens his mouth to trap skin between his tongue and teeth. He leaves behind a wet, darkening mark before he moves down a few inches and repeats. Eric shudders and his wriggle with it. It's a clear enough sign for Kyle to go on, even if it wasn't meant as such. A trail of nearly purple bruises appear on his skin as Kyle moves down, his thumb resting dangerously close to the entrance of Eric's body.
Kyle doesn't dare to open his eyes, cheeks the same shade as the marks he just made from just the thought of what he wants to do. What he's going to do. With a twist of a wrist, Kyle replaces his thumb with his index and middle finger and despite yet another sharp gasp Cartman makes, Kyle dips down to lick at the junction of his fingers and the scorching skin underneath.
Above him, Cartman fails to keep in a whimper and his hips jolt at the wet contact, egging Kyle on who in turn moans into him and runs his flat tongue along the salty surface.
Everybody thought of Kyle as a squeamish guy. Which to an extent he was. And someone could say doing something as bold as eating ass right at the get-go was out of character for him. That wasn't necessarily untrue. Under normal circumstances Kyle would never even consider it, but introduce Eric Cartman into the equation and every rational thought Kyle has flies out the window. Cartman made him act in irrational ways. Want irrational things. Feel irrational things.
A hand tugs on his curls hard, not to push Kyle away but for Cartman to ground himself.
"F-fuck, Kyle!" Cartman warbles and bucks his hips. The shaky cadence of his voice and the way it wraps around Kyle's name is addictive. Kyle wants to hear it more and he doesn't care if that's one of those irrational wants and needs.
Kyle whimpers and licks at him, testing the waters by adding pressure with his middle finger. The grip on his hair tightens and it stings his scalp, but he doesn't care about that right now. Not when Cartman was whining and sobbing for Kyle to escalate things. And he sure as fuck was going to do just that.
His own breathing turns into a gasp when his finger slides in with ease. Kyle grunts and lets his tongue dip in along with his digit and as a result, has to hold Cartman's hips in place from shuddering and snapping. Cartman tries to say something unintelligent most likely, but his mouth turns clumsy and slack with every slow lick and every inch of a finger.
Soon enough two of Kyle's long fingers are curling against Eric's prostate. The fat man keeps grinding his hips back into Kyle's knuckles and mouth, whimpers and moans getting louder and urgent. Kyle enjoys them, he really does, but Kyle is reminded by a car speeding past his house that they are still outside.
"Shh." Kyle hisses against Cartman's entrance and the sound vibrates up Cartman's spine.
"F-Fuck you!" Cartman curses and his throat hurts from trying his best to keep quiet. "You try to shut up with a tongue up your-"
"Shut it!" Kyle interrupts Cartman before he can say it out loud, face glowing and twisting his fingers inside, thrusting deeper than before. Cartman's entire body convulses and his head snaps back.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Kyle, you have to-" Cartman sobs, still not taking the hint and listening to Kyle whose core is on fire with annoyance and from buckets of blood drumming through his body. He yanks his fingers out of Cartman and sits back on his knees.
"Ah-h!" Kyle watches Cartman recoil and hiccup as he shoves his swimming trunks down in a hurry to finally free his achingly hard dick. He spits into his hand and strokes himself a couple of times to cover himself up with the poor excuse of lube.
But honestly? Cartman deserves it.
"Fu-Fucking, get- get on with it." Cartman stutters and has the guts to reach back and touch the very tip of Kyle's cock to coax him back down. The pudgy fingers hold his head at an awkward angle.
Fucking hell. Fine.
Kyle grunts, moves to straddle both of the shivering thighs and lowers himself down. Water droplets from his hair drip down onto Cartman's back and Kyle focuses on counting them to not completely lose it as his cock sinks inside. The heat and tightness is nothing like he had ever experienced and in an instant he knows that this one frustrated fling wouldn't be enough.
His arms shake, not from holding himself up and keeping himself from crashing down like his whole being wants to, but because the sensation is teetering on being painful. Addictive. Dangerously so. Despite the insufficient prep, Cartman is nearly swallowing him.
The brunet under him chokes out a moan as Kyle slowly lets himself down. Seeing even a glimpse of Cartman's face contort with pleasure would be enough for Kyle to let go of that very last thread of self control he still has, so the redhead drops his head down. The two fingers Kyle's dick slides past, stay in place feeling every inch of the length before it enters Cartman as if making sure it really was Kyle fucking him.
With a sharp hiss Eric grinds his hips down, pulling Kyle down like a magnet and it's his turn to get the wind knocked out of him. He swallows a litany of dirty words and he can feel Eric's fingers now ghost over his pubic hair. Kyle's nearly bottomed out and he's not able to hold back for much longer.
Overwhelming need to compliment Cartman on every fucking aspect of his being bubbles to the surface. How can anyone feel so amazing, so insanely soft and take Kyle in so well? And he's about to when Cartman smashes their hips together with his hand still trapped between their shivering bodies.
It's a snug fit. Snug enough for it to nearly hurt Kyle, but whatever little uncomfortable sensation he felt was overrun by crippling heat and pleasure. He pulses and throbs inside of Cartman and it feels like Cartman pulses and throbs around him too. Fat fingers slide off from between them and join Eric's other hand to grip on the grass above his head instead.
"Ow, fuck!" Cartman whimpers and it's too loud.
Kyle breathes out a shallow groan and hooks his arm under Eric's armpit and reaches back up again to cover his mouth with his palm. It conveniently muffles the otherwise loud moan that Kyle drives out of him by sinking down the remaining distance.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Kyle growls into the back of Eric's head, shifting his hips to find a stable position.
Not a fucking chance that he was going to last, but he sure as fuck could make it count.
Cartman sobs and the hot air of his breath slips out between Kyle's digits in whimpers and Kyle can hear the shaky inhales he takes through his nose. It's devastating. Kyle clenches his jaw and clamps his eyes shut, pleasure trickling down his spine like cold sweat. And he thrusts.
If it weren't for the palm covering his mouth, the neighbors surely would've heard them.
Kyle gulps for air, brown hair tickling his face and he thrusts again and again and Cartman gifts him with desperate whimpers and gasps with each one.
He needs to get closer.
Kyle wraps his left arm just like his right one, but holds onto Eric's shoulder instead. The leverage allows him to pull Cartman into him in sync with him grinding down. Hand grasps Kyle's wrist once again, weakly pulling on it to free the mouth underneath.
No fucking way.
Kyle moves it down just in case the other one can't breathe. It's a mistake though. Just as he thrusts in deep, Cartman manages to bite him with his sharp canines digging into Kyle's knuckle and the soft tissue between his forefinger and thumb.
"Shit!" Kyle curses and his body pulses as a warning sign. He's about to cum.
Cartman groans into the hand, biting down harder and moves back into Kyle matching his desperation and want. The way he clamps around Kyle makes it nearly impossible to pull back, so Kyle focuses on fucking into him as deep as he can instead. Cartman's soft body smacks against his and he curves his back, small grunts escaping his grinding bite with every move Kyle makes.
"Cartman, I'm gonna-" Kyle mumbles into Cartman's hair and fastens his pace. He could feel the impending orgasm in his neck as a tight, tight grip and as a pull in his calves and thighs. As if the orgasm was unraveling him nerve by nerve, plucking them out one at a time until none was left.
The fat, short man below him gasps, teeth unlatching from Kyle's skin with a smack and his body cramps under and around Kyle as he reaches his peak. It brings Kyle to his own at staggering speed.
With a voiceless groan, Kyle cums deep into Eric, holding him close by his shoulder. The explosive orgasm empties him, leaving him rocking into Cartman until the very last drop of him was in him and the blinding sparks subside.
By then, when Kyle is finally able to breathe and think about things beyond how wonderful Cartman feels, said man is coiling under him, overstimulated and sensitive. Kyle pants, locks of hair clinging to his lips and tongue and he slows down into a near stop.
It could be a hundred degrees Fahrenheit outside with the sun roasting his pale skin and Kyle still wouldn't want to stop or pull out. The affection he feels is paralyzing, warming up his insides even further. It's not until Cartman grunts and wriggles his hips that Kyle is brought back down from cloud nine.
"Ugh, my back..." Cartman hisses, but there's a hint of a smile in his voice.
"Don't ruin this." Kyle sighs and finally stills his hips.
"Oh, fuck off." Cartman almost laughs before he lets himself relax into the ground. The smile Kyle just knows he's wearing is as infectious as always and this time he doesn't bother to hide it.
He pulls out as gently as his weak body allows him and still both of them cringe, but Cartman is already back to grinning up at him with one cheek in the soggy grass when Kyle is done tugging himself back into his trunks.
"What's with that grin?" Kyle raises an eyebrow at him.
"Nothing..." Cartman hums and hooks his fingers into his shorts' waistband, but makes no effort to actually cover himself up. "Just surprised it worked." His cheeks glow.
Kyle stares down at him, breathing heavily still.
"...what worked?" He's getting nervous by the mischievous tone lacing Cartman's words. For a brief moment, Cartman does nothing but smile. Then he slowly starts lifting up his shorts and Kyle's eyes flicker down with air lodged in his throat.
"I might've not gotten into your Pornhub-" Cartman starts. "...but it's on you for not changing your Reddit password since 7th grade."
…
Oh god dammit.