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

Caught feelings

Cartman's POV

The following night after the 'incident', I slept in. It's because I spent most of my night thinking about that shithead Kyle. 

That night, I had a fucking wet dream about, none other than Kyle. I dreamt about when he sucked my balls, except it was different. I'm assuming this was my brain's version of what would've happened if I didn't leave halfway through. Kyle was really good, though I don't think that would've mattered because it's not like I have anyone to compare him to. He sucked seductively and eventually switched to my cock. One thing led to another and we ended up fucking like street cats in heat.

I woke up with a moan and a fierce reply trapped in denim jeans. I lied back and literally began to question my life and how I got to this point where I get off on wet dreams about Kyle, my sworn enemy since diapers. I wanted to believe so badly that there's nothing important about what he did, and that it was about how he did it, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, or how long I spent trying to pep talk myself, my gut feeling never allowed me to believe it. Something kept telling me that it rang deeper than that. There was more to that one moment that I didn't want to admit,but couldn't sit there or it'd just build up like a snowball down a mountain.  Eventually, I considered the possibility of having a crush on the damned Jew and, hesitant at first, I kind of came to terms with it. All these years of just doing things to get his attention, and him still putting up with me afterwards must've meant something, not just to me, but to Kyle too. There has to be a reason why the Jew always put up with me, then I got that video. The video of him pleasuring himself to the mere thought of me, and a spark of hope ignited in me. So small, I didn't even notice it was there until now. I finally might have a chance. Of course, there's always the possibility that whatever Kyle feels for me is driven solely by lust, but I'll take what I can get. 

I tossed and turned in my bed, thinking about how this could've happened. I know I only just found out now but, much to my horror, it seems like I've been crushing on this asswipe for years. Literal decades of unknown fixation on someone who I'm supposed to hate. All those times when I saved him, like in San Francisco or the Manbearpig attack. Back then I knew something was missing when he was gone, but I passed it off as 'I just miss ripping on him', but it goes a lot deeper than that, and I never gave it a second thought. God, I was a stupid kid. How did I miss all the signs? Maybe, I was too stubborn to admit it or something, I mean it took me all this time to realise. He's my perfect fucking fit! From his stubborn attitude to his bubbly laugh, he's absolutely perfect. If you told me that once I die, I'd become the wind of South park, I'd gladly take a swan dive off the roof and plunge to my certain death just to wrap around him like a blanket everyday. I'd gladly take a knife to my chest just to always be next to him. To be his guardian angel. To watch him grow, and learn. Watch him succeed. Watch him fail, only to get back up and succeed again. Watch him love, and lose. Watch him until the end, where we can be together again.

I got a little carried away there, but he's just so fucking irresistible. I hate how much I want him. I hate how I can't go 2 minutes without him crossing my mind. Why does he have to be so great for me? Why not a girl from our school, like Patty Nelson or something? 

When I finally woke up today, it was because the daywalker himself was trying to call me. I didn't stop to think why, and declined the call so I could head back to sleep. Just as I was almost knocked out, a heard a few taps at my window and got up to see who dares wake me up on a Sunday morning. It was none other than the sullen ginger Jersey Jew himself.

"What do you want Kahl?!" I croaked. My voice both felt and sounded a bit gravelly from having just woken up, and I think Kyle totally noticed because the corner of his mouth twitched slightly after I'd yelled.