A crush (Kyman) (MY AU)

Part 2

Cartmans POV

I pace around my room, thinking about the events of the past two days.

It started this morning, when I woke up with sticky underwear from a dream that may or may not have involved Kyle. I was disgusted and confused. My brain must be fucking with me. I'm not gay, I've never liked boys!

"Tee hehe! What about me Eric?" Cupid me flutters around my head.

"Cupid me, how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not interested!"

He giggles and flies off to who knows where.

My mind goes back to what Kyle said at lunch today. When he said that, I froze. I don't know why. Thankfully I snapped out of it though. I don't know what's wrong with me, why I had that dream, and what my subconscious might be trying to tell me. Until I can figure out what's going on, I just need to avoid Kyle.

*Knock knock knock*

"Meeeeem did you order pizza?"

...

"Meeeeeeeeeem!"

She still doesn't answer, so I go to her room. She's not home. I shouldn't be surprised. I find a crumbled up $10 bill on her nightstand and am about to go downstairs.

*Knock knock knock knock*

"God damn I'm coming!"

I open the door, expecting to see a delivery guy, but to my surprise, Kyle is standing in the doorway.

"What do you want." I ask bluntly.

"My mom and dad went out tonight and said your mom said I could sleep over while the babysitter takes care of Ike. Now let me in!"

I don't even have time to reply before he pushes past me into my house.

"Well I don't care what my mom said, she's not here and I say get out."

Kyle turns to face me, an annoyed look on his face. "Dude, I'm already here just lemme crash tonight, it's Friday anyway."

I reluctantly follow him upstairs to my room.

He opens my closet door and digs around before pulling out a Terrance and Phillip sleep shirt.

He switches out his school shirt for it, and I can't help but look at his body. He's skinny like me (Cartman's still fat, he just thinks hes skinny), and his skin looks so soft I want to reach out and-

"Dude!"

"What?" I gather my thoughts, trying to forget what I just imagined.

"Can you turn on the AC or something? I'm dying!"

"No Kahl, do you know how expensive that is? I'll get a fan."

I go downstairs to the closet and spend like 10 minutes trying to haul it upstairs. I open my door, ready for Kyle to complain about how long I took, but he says nothing. Then I see him. He's fast asleep on MY bed!

"Kahl! Get up! Go blow up a mattress." When he doesn't budge, I sigh and plug in the fan. It's cheap and doesn't do much, but it's something at least.

I climb into bed, putting as much distance between us as possible.

*Next morning*

I wake up to an itch on my nose. When scratching it doesn't help, I open my eyes to get whatever it is off of me. Then, right below my eyes, is a head of red curly hair. It's only then that I notice the head in the crook of my neck, and a soft arm holding me close.

My heart skips a beat. I can feel the lack of a shirt on his chest, making me panic. What do I do?

"Um.. Kahl..." I wisper, not sure if I really want him to wake up. Without realizing it, my hand is petting his soft curls, and roaming down to feel his skin. I know this is wrong, but I can't stop myself. I don't want to worry about the consequences.

I almost have a heart attack when Kyle coos at the touch. I start to retract my hand, but Kyle's grip on me tightens, so I continue rubbing his back. It soothes me too, and my eyes fall closed again.