Missing You | Kyle x Cartman

Pilot

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Kyle had been away at the Jew Scout Summer Camp, and he would spend the following few weeks regretting it. He came back the weekend before school started and spent the entire time running around like a headless chicken organising new equipment and clothes and checking and rechecking everything he could before the big day when he would be back at school. He'd wanted to hang out with his friends, at the very least Stan, because he hadn't seen them all summer. But the first day he saw them again was at the bus stop, ready and unwilling to start the new year. He leapt onto Stan's back the moment he spotted him. "Super Bestie!" they both yelled and laughed elatedly and Kyle fist-bumped Kenny next to them.

"How was Camp Hebrewdees?"

"It's not called that, Kenny," Kyle said, sliding down off Stan. "Anyway, that sounds like something Cartman would say."

"Sorry, I've been picking up the slack lately. He's been so quiet."

"Really? Come to think of it..." Cartman hadn't made any gay jokes about him and Stan and they'd been in each other's presence for more than thirty seconds. Kyle looked over at Cartman in concern. He was hunched up and wrapped tightly in his coat, squinting at the ground with a wan hue to normally pink cheeks. "Cartman, you okay?"
                
He grunted.
               
"He's been like this for a week or so. I think he's just pissed off that you're back," said Stan disdainfully.

Kyle laughed. "Maybe. What's wrong Cartman, am I Jew-ing up the bus stop?" The only reply he got was another grunt, but this one sounded slightly pained. Kyle dropped the self-deprecation immediately. "Something's wrong."

"He's fine, Kyle, he's just attention seeking. Don't give in to him."

But Kyle always gave into Cartman, even though it usually meant trouble for him. He pressed the back of his hand against Cartman's forehead. He slapped him away. "Gerroff."

"Well, you're not hot..."

"Duh," said Kenny and Stan giggled.

Kyle's eyes flashed at them before he turned back to his ailing friend. "As soon as we're at school I'm taking you to the nurse."

"Leave me alone, Kyle."

That definitely set off alarm bells in Kyle's mind. Cartman called him a lot of things, but hardly ever 'Kyle', at least not correctly pronounced. He curled his fingers around the puffy material of Cartman's coat, pulling him gently towards the approaching school bus. "We're going to the nurse. End of discussion."

Cartman whined, but seemed to accept his fate.

Kyle sat next to him on the bus, to Stan's displeasure, and held his arm with the firm but gentle grip of a mother-animal's mouth when they got off outside the school to make doubly sure he didn't try to run off. He didn't need to bother. Cartman was in no condition to be making any grand escapes. He'd been half asleep on his shoulder for the whole bus ride, existing somewhere between exhaustion and nausea.

A few feet from the doors and his legs buckled beneath him. He heard Kyle call out to him in a panic and felt the cold harsh kiss of snow against his cheek.

•••

"My son," Satan's voice rumbled through the seventh layer of Hell. "I need to speak with you."
Damien Thorn lifted his head from his arm as he reclined sleepily on a large classical settee, giving his father a cool but firm glare. "I'm busy."

"I apologise," he said, eyeing the blond head undulating between his son's legs, "but it is urgent."

Damien tugged at a leash and the young man released his cock with a delectable wet sound. "Very well, Father. What do you wish to discuss?"