The Heat Feels Good(Kyle x Cartman) CONTINUED~completed

What was that about?

Kyle's POV

When I went home that day, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. After I'd came back upstairs he was gone, so I just decided to just go home and start the project on my own tonight. The walk back was short, because we're only one house apart, but it felt like weeks I was walking. My head swirled with thoughts as to why Cartman suddenly became so capricious and stopped so abruptly. At first I thought he might've seen how fucked up that was and regretted it, but I shook that thought. He's Eric Cartman for crying out loud. Nothing is too much when it comes to torture from Cartman, especially towards me, his favorite victim.

 When I stepped through the door to my house, it was unbearably quiet. I didn't question it too much, and just headed to my room to think. After I'd flopped on my bed, my dad walked in. He looked at me with a concerned expression. 

"What's wrong Kyle? You look perplexed."

"I'm fine dad. I'm just doing a research project with Cartman and I'm a bit stressed. Where is everyone?"

"Ike is out with his friends and you mom is out with hers. It's Saturday bud, you should be out too."

"I know. My friends are all busy."

"Well, weren't you just at Cartman's house?"

Images of earlier flash though my mind and I suppress a groan.

"Yeah, but he has things to do. Also, his mom is out so he doesn't want to have guests over until she's back."

"Well, maybe he can stay here."

"No, dad. I just want to be alone this weekend."

"Alright son. I'll be in my office if you want to talk."

Then he left, and the house was eerily silent. I lied with my face buried in the mattress for a while, mostly just trying to fall asleep, but forced myself up to work on the research project. I pulled out my phone and went straight to Google, searching towns I could study. As I scrolled, I wasn't really thinking about the project at all. My mind was still on what had happened. Jesus, this experience is gonna be stuck in my head like a catchy song. Why does he have to be so opaque? This would be so much easier if he'd just tell me what he's thinking instead of never explaining anything and leaving me in a fit of confusion and hatred. 

I scrolled mindlessly for longer than I anticipated, and figured I could do the project quickly by myself tomorrow. I trudged downstairs to put on a movie and eat dinner. If I'm not gonna be productive, might as well do something besides sleep the day away.  I turned on a movie on Netflix and made myself a bowl of cereal for dinner. What a way to spend a Saturday, I know. 

While the movie played, I couldn't focus on whatever was going on. My thoughts drifted back to the one thing I was trying to forget. I was too focused on how it ended, I forgot about the actual experience itself. God, I can still feel his, surprisingly clean, skin on my lips. As absolutely humiliating it was, I like it. Actually, 'like' is an understatement, I loved it. I loved the way his nuts tasted in my mouth. The tingle on my lips as I sucked. Oh god, the little moans he made. What I wouldn't give to just hear him make those noises again. I feel my pants tighten as I relive the blissful moment. I really want to solve my little problem, but I remember Cartman say he has cameras everywhere, and I don't want to add more to my plate. Taking my mind away from my straining erection, I try to figure out how I can get Cartman to take all his cameras down. I figure I can try and reason with him, but that plan is sure to fail, considering Cartman couldn't give a rats ass if I was uncomfortable with something, and me actually telling him that would only prove to spur him on.  I lied back in my seat on the couch, focusing my gaze on the movie playing. It wasn't interesting in the slightest, but it served as good commentary for my thoughts.  I need to find a way to get him to stop blackmailing me. Maybe, if I find out why he's doing it, then maybe I can give him whatever he wants from me and he'll delete the videos. I pulled out my phone and went to Cartman's contact, saved in my phone as 'Fat asshole', texting him 

KYLE BROF.: HEY, WHAT'S YOUR DEAL? WHY ARE YOU BLACKMAILING ME?"

Cartman's POV

My phone buzzed in the pockets of my jeans, but goes ignored as I run my fingers through my hair. I've been sitting in my desk chair for well over an hour trying to piece together how the Sam Hill I was able to actually enjoy something like that, done by Kyle of all people. I think the mere fact that it was Kyle added to the weird pleasure I was getting. It could be me just overthinking it, I mean he was sucking my balls, but there has to be more to it. You don't just get turned on by shit like that. There's nothing more gay than actually liking it when a guy sucks your balls, and I'm not even gay. I know I'm straight, yet I can't get the image of Kyle sucking my balls out of my mind. His mouth orally imbibing my balls like he's done it many times before, not that I don't doubt he hasn't. His small tongue giving me little kitty licks....

I groan and throw myself off my chair. What the fuck is going on with me? Why am I so obsessed with this? It's just...I'm not sure, but it's probably not as big as I'm making it out to be. I guess I'd be aroused if any low life sucked my balls, not just Kyle. That has to be it. There is absolutely nothing special about what he did, it was simply just the fact that he was sucking an area of my body that just happened to be an area that makes me get excited. Nothing gay about it.

Once I had settled on my answer, I figure I should check my phone for whatever it buzzed for earlier. My stomach sank when I read Kyle's name on the small screen. Why did Kyle text me? He never texts me. Is he gonna ask about earlier? Jesus Christ, I don't think I can even talk to that dipshit right now, but he might get suspicious if I don't. Knowing Kyle, he's gonna go out of his way to talk to me, and figure out why I did what I did. God, he's so annoying sometimes. I wonder how a person like that could even exist a lot. Like, what did Sheila have to do to make Kyle so nosy and driven? I'm assuming it's just a part of Jewish nature to always be in everyone business, trying to fix their lives for them. Well, too bad for Kyle, because I won't fall for his tricks. Besides, I have leverage against him, so if he even so much as looks in my direction, I can leak the videos in the blink of an eye. Speaking of the videos, I wonder what that little Jew is up to now. I open my phone again, purposely not reading the message from Kyle, and go to my camera app. All the videos from my micro cameras go straight to the cloud, so I can view them from my phone. I pulled up the latest one, and found that he was sitting in his living room watching some movie and eating cereal. What kind of dumbass eats cereal in the afternoon? He wasn't doing anything too noteworthy, so I shut off my phone and made my way over to my computer, pulling up some videos of kids crying over bad Christmas gifts on Youtube. I don't know what it is, but watching small children crying over getting a spoon for Christmas is absolutely hysterical to me for some reason.

A few hours later, and I hear my mom come home. Since it's almost 10:30, I decide to head to bed before I stay up all night. I shut off my computer and strip to my boxers before hopping into bed. Shortly after, my mom cracks the door open, checking to see if I'm awake, and whispers,

"I love you poopsikins." before shutting the door and retreating back to her room. I grimace and closed my eyes. I hate that nickname, but everytime I demand that she stop calling me it, she forgets after a night of heroin and mindless fucking with random guys. Finally, I slowly fall asleep, and feel the perturbation and stress of the day fading into nothing as I drift into the black void of sleep.

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Please inform me on any spelling errors, incorrect pronunciations and/or out of character monologue. Thank you for reading this, and hopefully the next chapter will be out very soon. I just want to thank MamaMiilk  for letting me do this. You really didn't have to do this, but thanks anyways. Also, I chose a very weird time to ask that, huh? Right as you were getting back into it, I asked. Weird.