It was getting late, and it was getting cold. Well, not for Kyle, cause he was wrapped and snuggled into Cartman's fat.
Kyle was very comfortable, he was hungry though, very hungry, in more ways than one.
His heart was full of love, his stomach was empty, and his body was warm...."Cartman," he said, "Sit on my face."
Everything froze.
"What?" Cartman asked.
"Sit. On. My. Face." Kyle repeats.
"Are you serious, dude?" Cartman spluttered, his mind struggling to comprehend Kyle's sudden and unexpected proposal.
Kyle's cheeks flushed red, "I... uh... yeah," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I mean...I don't mind but....I'd probably suffocate you....I should probably just hover-" Cartman was cut off.
"Cartman...I swear to God...if you don't put your full weight on me like you would a chair, then I'll make you!"
Cartman blushed, "Kyle....this is...not you."
"What do you mean?"
"I never thought I would hear this."
"Well...I love you...and this is what people do when they love each other," Kyle explains.
"Sit on each other's faces?" Cartman asks.
Kyle is silent for a while, ".....Just sit on my face, Cartman!!!" he then yells.
"Ok, ok!" Cartman lays Kyle and plops on him.
It's silent for a while....
"I was...expecting you to take your pants-" Kyle was cut off by voices.
"There there!" a familiar voice yells, "I see Cartman! I could never miss his fat body!"
Footsteps run over only to see the...odd scene.
It was Stan, Kenny, Night, and a search group.
"Um..." Kenny pulled down his hood, revealing his confused face, "Did his face get cold?"
Cartman immediately got up, "Forget what you saw!!"
Stan's jaw dropped open, while Kenny scratched his head in confusion. Night simply blinked, trying to make sense of what they were witnessing.
"What... what were you guys doing?" Stan finally managed to spit out.
Kyle scrambled to his feet, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he struggled to find the right words. "It's not what it looks like!" he protested.
Night nodded, "Ok...right..."
As the awkwardness thickened in the air, Cartman cleared his throat, desperately trying to save the situation. "Yeah, uh, we were just... um... practicing some... wrestling moves?" he said lamely, his face flushing even redder with embarrassment.
Kenny raised an eyebrow skeptically, "Wrestling moves? On Kyle's face?" he deadpanned, not believing either of them.
Stan's face changed from shock to concern as he stepped forward, eyeing Kyle and Cartman with a mix of confusion and suspicion. "Are you guys okay?" he asked.
Kyle shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment as he struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, we're fine, just... um... messing around," he mumbled, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
"Let's just... get you all out of here," Night says as they grab both of their arms and pulls them along with the rest of the team.
The search team not too far behind, Kyle worried what his parents would think about him leaving.
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"I'm not lying." Cartman x Kyle
Fanfiction[Book 7] You do not need to read any book before this for it to make sense. "I'm trying to make a realistic Kyman book. So, Cartman will be a psycho, and Kyle will be preachy. Don't expect any genuine fluff. This is kind of a joke book; it will not...
