I know - Kyman Fanfic

Chapter Twenty Two

Part 3 of the Party ;)))

I felt my body shut down, all eyes on us. Craig and Tweek gave a concerned look, giving off a little 'ooh' in slight awkwardness. Stan dragged me away, Kenny had Cartman. I stood before the door, Cartman by my side. He looked at me nervously, watching how my face grew redder and paler.

Sweat ran down my face as someone opened the door for us and shoved us in. I locked the door straight away in panic, searching the walls for a light. There was one, hanging above us, but it was only dim. I stumbled back into a shelf, scared to find some spiders or rats; not that there would be any anyway.

"So uh.." Cartman started, visibly rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you just want to talk?"

"Cartman?"

"Yes?"

"Would it be awkward if I uh..it doesn't matter."

"No, go on. You know I won't tell anyone." I felt his body come closer to mine, his hands on my shoulders. I swallowed deeply, shaking.

"Well um..I really enjoy having you with me. Like a lot. And recently I've been..thinking that um..that we could.." I crossed my first and middle finger together in front of him; my hand to my chest. His eyes widened while I grew hotter and hotter. "What I'm trying to say is..I think I like you."

"Well, as you know I like you back." We took in the silence, it was kind of nice. "So what do you want to do?"

"C-could I..kiss you?" Our faces inches away from eachother, his breath on my lips. I didn't cower away, I just stood there.

"For real?"

"Yeah. For real."

"Sure, I'd like that."

"I'd like it too."

I felt his soft lips get pressed against mine, our eyes closing together. His arms slowly felt their way to my waist, mine to his chest. We would kiss then pull away, biting at eachother's lips as if we were used to kissing. I knew I wasn't. The last person I kissed was a boy, forever ago.

He bit my lips harder, not pulling away. Was he asking for entrance? I let him, our tongues battling for dominance. I smiled throughout it, feeling his hand go to my ass. It was reassuring, like I had someone to hold whenever.

As things got more heated, the air giving us a tan by now, his lips went down to my neck. I felt him suck lightly, bite at times. I moaned softly, wrapping my arm around his neck. He kept going, slipping his hand under my shirt.

He held me by my collar, pulling away slowly. We gazed into each others eyes, not really doing anything. As he looked at my neck then my lips, pulling me closer to him, I took it as him saying 'do the same.' So I did.

But as I was smaller and felt weaker in this situation, I sucked and bit harder. Just the sweet sound of his soft moans was enough to make me go wild. He raised me up to a shelf, my legs now around his waist.

"Kyle?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Just as we were continuing our make out session, someone knocked on the door. "7 minutes!" They called out, knocking again. I got to my feet, tucking my shirt back in. 7 minutes already? It felt like forever.

Cartman opened the door to everyone, who was staring at us. I shuffled behind him, placing my hands on his right arm. "Dude!" Stan exclaimed, pointing to his neck. "You guys actually went at it, didn't you?"

"Shut up. Come on, Kyle, let's go get some cake." Cartman reached for my hand, taking me to the kitchen. Everyone went off to get drunker, no surprise. "So, like, was the genuine?" He asked, handing me a cup of a fruity wine.

"Of course! Why would I lie to you? You've been on my mind since the kiss. You're the only one I've been thinking of." I hugged him tightly, slowly pushing him back to the counter. His arms eventually wrapped around me, both of us sharing a silent moment.

"Does this mean that we're together?"

"I guess it does, if you want to be my boyfriend."

"I'm the bigger one. You're my boyfriend."

"Asshat."

"Cute~"

"Huh?"

"I called you cute. Something illegal about that?"

"Maybe."

Yet again, there was people cheering as a slapping sound could be heard. Cartman dragged me out, a fight between some random boys starting. I grabbed another bag of popcorn and took him over to the edge of the pool, away from the conflict. We sat with our feet in the water, enjoying the juicy fight.

"Who do you think is gonna win?" I asked, filling my mouth.

"Def that tall guy, but he's pretty skinny. The smaller one's pretty muscular." He replied, putting his arm around me. "Is this a new hobby? Watching people fight for no reason?"

"It could be. I wouldn't mind it as long as you're beside me."

"Then that'll be a regular thing."