The secret ( kyman)

4:In the bedroom

The two boys flopped down on Cartman's bed, not breaking their kiss.
After the incident with Stan and Wendy Kyle had been on edge, he pulled away from the fat boy.
"Wait...is your mom home? I don't want her to find out about us!"
"Don't worry babe." Cartman said in the weirdest voice ever. "My miam won't be home for a few hours." He bent back down and tried to kiss his ginger boyfriend once more.
"But Cartman!" Kyle said looking around the room. "I can't stop thinking about how much Stan might know!"
At this point Cartman realized that he wasn't gonna get another kiss (or anything else 😏) so he just rolled over and sat on his bed next to Kyle.
"Stan doesn't know anything." Cartman  assured him, wrapping his arm around Kyle's shoulder. " Kenny wouldn't tell."
"I know kenny wouldn't tell but...well... it wouldn't be that hard to put 2 and 2 together. We spend all of our time together now and sometimes Kenny yells 'couple goals!' when we do something sweet."
"But Kahl, Stan thinks Kenny's just playing with us! You're being paranoid over nothing." He smiled at Kyle and added, "come on, there's some leftover powdered-doughnut-pancake-surprise in the fridge."

~time skip for no reason~

"-ok mom, bye." Kyle hung up the phone then looked at Cartman and smiled at him. "I told my mom I'm at a party and am gonna spend the night with Stan afterwards."
"What?! Why would you tell your mom that you're at a party?!" Cartman asked.
"Because now she's proud of me and I can stay here with you for the night."
"Proud of you? My miam would be pissed!"
"She always said I need to hang out with the cool kids more..." Kyle answered. "And don't you wanna cuddle and watch movies with me all night?"
Cartman smiled "ok but no anime!" He replied jokingly.
"Ok, then no nazi movies!" Kyle joked back.
"Aaaaaawwww But Kahl, nazi movies are best watched with you! You always yell at the tv and constantly leave the room!" Cartman complained.
"But Cartman... my great grandfather died in the holocaust!"
Cartman giggled a little in the most evil way, so Kyle tackled him and the two started wrestling until they heard the door open downstairs.
Both of them knew that Cartman's mom shouldn't be home until much later and no one else had a key.
Cartman grabbed his baseball batt from the side of his dresser and Kyle took a kitchen knife out of his backpack.
Cartman looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Dude, if someone is breaking into your house I need to be prepared!"
"But a knife? And why was this already in your bag? Were you prepared for this to happen? Did you stage this whole thing? AM I EVEN REALLY YOUR BOYFRIEND?!"Cartman yelled.
"Keep your goddamn voice down!" Kyle whisper-yelled.
"Poopsikins? Is everything alright?" The voice was Cartman's moms and it was coming from downstairs.
"Miam?" Cartman asked opening his door, as soon as he did, the stench of cigarette smoke came in and hit the boys like a brick wall.
"Agh eww dude!" Kyle complained following Cartman downstairs.
"Guess what honey?" Mrs. Cartman asked raising a few hundred dollar bills in her hand. "We're rich! I found the perfect person who-" she stopped when she saw Kyle. "Umm oh, hello Kyle! You've been spending a lot of time with my Eric haven't you?" Something was hiding behind her brown eyes, something... suspicious.
"Uh yeah. I have." Kyle said trying to sound normal.
"But...you should go home now." She said. "I need to talk to Eric alone."
The two boys looked at each other and sighed.
"Okay." Kyle said in a disappointed tone. "Bye ... BABE."
Cartman glared at him and simply pushed the smaller boy out of his house.
While Kyle was walking away he heard Cartman saying: "I don't know miam, he's just delusional..."
Kyle sighed again. Well, so much for a nice romantic Friday afternoon alone with my boyfriend. He thought.