South Park One-Shots

Kyman- I Thought It'd Be Nice..

Kyman has officially pushed its way into my heart.
I don't apologize.

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Heavy panting left Kyle's mouth, sweat covering his forehead as he had fallen down in the grass, finally. It's been a week since he's began working out, purely for own pleasure of maintaining his body: not wanting to be scrawny as he's grown taller.
NOT wanting to be considered as a twink.

So as he laid there on the grass, a familiar voice had spoken up. " Never thought I'd see you so sweaty for my arrival. Thought I wasn't worth so much. " Eric grinned, causing Kyle to sit up, and roll his eyes.

" What brings you here? " Kyle asked, Eric getting closer, sitting down in the grass with him. " Well... You and Stan crashed my place a few days ago when you came back from that party, and I was cleaning up a drawer and I found your shark-tooth or whatever necklace. I thought it'd be... Fair to give back. "

Kyle looked at Eric, at the necklace, and back at Eric again before opening his hand to have the plump boy drop it in his hand.

" I- Surprised but not disappointed... Definitely not disappointed. " Kyle mumbled, as Eric placed the item in Kyle's hand, but kept his own hand in Kyle's.

" I- also wanted to come over to talk about something. "
" Have you gotten someone killed? Is it Craig-? Have you gotten space gay killed? " Kyle asked, half horrified at the possibilities.
" No one! Has been killed! And Craig wouldn't give a shit about dying anyways which is why he's immortal. " Eric joked, causing a small laugh to come from Kyle.
" He gets a bullet wound in his stomach and his body is like 'oh fuck off!' and he just ain't dying. " Kyle replied, causing a soft chuckle from Eric, before his tone and demeanor turned serious again.
" Yeah! But, I'm serious Kyle. "
'I'm scared--'
" Don't be, or... Maybe do? I don't know. But I- I need relationship advice. "
" I'm not the right pe- "
" You're smart. You should have a good idea on relationships! "
" I'm booksmart, Eric. Not emotionally smart. I'm an hopeless romantic, also. There's a reason I haven't had a girlfriend or boyfriend yet. They don't even notice my flirting... " Kyle explained with a small huff, pulling his hand away from Eric's, wiping away some of the sweat from his forehead and fixing the bun on the back of his head, while getting the necklace around his neck again.

" I mean, there's something you know about relationships, right..? Like, what makes them last and all- " Eric tried, putting his hands on his knees.

" I don't get how you haven't done one asshole move on me yet, I don't trust this situation- " Kyle muttered.
" Kyle, oh my fucking god- take a hint, you moron. "

" At least a name- " Kyle mumbled, before Eric took his hand with both of his own.
" Take a fucking hint, jew. Take a fucking hint on why the fuck I'm here. "

" You.. Wanted relationship advice from an hopeless romantic...? " Kyle questioned.

" Oh my god- " Eric mumbled, before pulling Kyle in closer, their faces just a few centimeters apart. Eric repeating what he said.
" Guess on WHY the fuck. I. Am. Here. "

" I- " Kyle's face had heated up and the color had changed over into an pink, his hands occupied by the smaller holding his hands to hold them close together like that. His eyes went up to look right into the different colored ones of Eric.

He blinked, Eric not moving, just staring back into Kyle's eyes... A chocolate brown Eric could get lost in any second.

" You... How the fuck did you end up with heterochromia- " Kyle asked, not able to think of anything else.
" I got born with it, Kyle- "
" It's actually really beautiful... " Kyle spoke over him, Eric having let go of Kyle's wrists already, but their faces staying with each other.
" You think so-? "

Kyle nodded, his hand going up to softly grab his face.
" Honestly mesmerizing at the fact that one of the people I grew up with has such a trait... After being an complete asshole, ofcourse. "

Eric's expression lowered slightly.
" You still don't know the reason I came here and seeing this like so I don't think you would care about it... I- I'm gonna go. " Eric spoke, looking back up at Kyle once more.

" I don't want you to leave- " Kyle spoke softly, causing Eric to have his eyes widen.
" Stay. We could do a workout together. " Kyle offered. Eric smiled to himself.

" That'd be nice. "
" And you've became nice. "
" Learned it from the best. "
" Butters? "
" Well- rather much, yeah. But you were my inspiration. "
" How so? "
" Despite the fact you clearly have anger issues, you also have a big heart that withstood all I threw at it. I never understood how or why, but... I get it now and I love you.... Fooorrr-- still haven't ditched me. "
" You love me for not having ditched you. Sounds like you were gonna say that you love me. " Kyle grinned.
" What?! No! " Eric said, wanting to continue on with it, having stood up quickly, Kyle watching him try to scurry off... But keeping in with the time for Kyle to grin and reply.
Which he didn't, he has grinned and stood up, walking only closer, hand on his shoulder.
" You're such an ass. "
The will was there, but the tension wasn't cut... Until Eric finally grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him down for the kiss he obliged to after a second.
Taking a breather, Kyle softly mumbled: "I kinda love the new you a lot, fatass. "
" I kinda love you a lot in general, idiot jew. "
Kyle smiled, and Eric snatched a quick kiss.

Later that year Stan had walked in on them having a heated make out session and probably wanting to go off to do the nasty.
He hasn't recovered since. That was when he figured out the two were a thing.

And now Kenny is suffering under it as well, by Stan's ranting to him about it.

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1015 words.
I thought it was cute--