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Cartman was getting ready for school. Today was his first day when he would find out which of his classmates were going to have what roles in the play. The reason he was doing this was because he almost got expelled last week, which was expected, but he managed to negotiate with the principal, which is how he ended up doing Romeo and Juliet.
One of the students in the drama class thought it was a great idea to do a romantic play, which Cartman thought was the stupidest idea ever. The worst part was that the teacher decided to modernize the play and turn the lead roles into a gay couple, supposedly to reflect the new generation or something gay like that.
If they were going to do Romeo and Juliet, why not just leave it as it is without any changes? But hey, he wasn't the teacher.
Cartman grabbed his bookbag, making sure he had his books and his phone on him. He couldn't stop thinking about the stupid play. Since he was the one who asked if there was anything he could do instead of suspension, but the stupid principal decided that the drama teacher, Ms. Brigade, should choose his punishment because it was her class he had interrupted. So, he didn’t have a choice when she chose him for the role of Jewel, a male version of Juliet, and a leading role at that. That stupid bitch just liked to make his life a living hell.
As Cartman left his room and headed out of the house, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about how Kyle would react. See, Kyle and Cartman had confessed their feelings for each other during their freshman year of high school. The whole school was surprised, as were their closest friends, because it was shocking to see two people who once hated each other so much now in love. But now, in their senior year, everyone had gotten used to them being a couple.
On his way to school, Cartman saw his handsome boyfriend talking to Stan and Kenny. He couldn't deny that Kyle had grown over the years; now 6 feet tall and on the basketball team. He was proud when Kyle joined the basketball team, something he had always wanted. He remembered when they were little and Kyle was too short to join the team, but look at him now. Cartman himself was 5'9, not tall but not short either, and he liked that Kyle was taller than him—it made Kyle even hotter in his eyes.
He walked up to the guys, overhearing their conversation. "Yeah man, I don't understand why you're still with her," Kenny sighed.
Kyle couldn't help but agree. "Yeah, man, you're always on and off. Doesn't that get tiring?"
Stan folded his arms and rolled his eyes. "You guys just don't understand."
"What's up, loser?" Cartman said as he stood by Kyle's side.
The boys' attention turned to Cartman. Kyle smiled, putting his arm around his waist and kissed him softly. Cartman would never admit it, but he loved when Kyle showed his affection in front of people. That's how he knew Kyle wasn't ashamed or embarrassed to be with him. Cartman wasn't stupid; he knew what people thought of him, but he didn't care. However, he was a bit nervous about whether Kyle would be okay with someone like him. All his worries washed away when Kyle held his hand in front of everyone when they started dating. From that moment on, he knew he had fallen in love with him even more.
God, just hearing himself think this way made him sound so gay. Don’t get him wrong, he loved love. He remembered lying to Nicole, telling her he and Kyle were dating just so she could get with Token. He knew they were meant to be. He also remembered Kyle getting angry at him because he wanted her, but Cartman did it out of jealousy when he saw Kyle talking to her like she was the love of his life or something.
His thoughts were interrupted by Stan’s playful gagging and Kenny whistling. They pulled apart, Cartman's eyes opening, his face a bit red, but he smiled as he looked at Kyle.
"So what were you guys talking about?" Cartman said as he got closer to Kyle but kept his attention on his friends. Kyle glanced at his friends, his hand moving down to Cartman's ass and into his back pocket. Cartman blushed a bit but loved feeling Kyle on him.
"Wendy and Stan," Kenny spoke up.
"See, hippie, I told you should've just moved on," Cartman said.
Stan just rolled his eyes. "I love her. Plus, we just broke up because I wasn't giving her all my attention."
"Didn't you guys break up last month because she said you only cared about football?" Kyle added.
"Okay, that's it. No more talking about me and Wendy. Let's talk about something else," Stan said grumpily, folding his arms.
"Well, I'm going to be in a play," Cartman quickly said.
The three guys stayed quiet before bombarding Cartman with a million questions. Kyle's hands left his body and lifted his chin. "What play?"
Cartman rolled his eyes and shifted to face all three of them. "First, I didn't have any say in it, which sucks. But long story short, last week I was close to getting expelled, and I bargained with the principal for my punishment. Then he said it should be Ms. Brigade who should choose my punishment because it was her class I was interrupting, which that bitch should be thanking me for because her class is so fucking boring."
Kyle sighed while Stan and Kenny laughed. "So, what play are you doing?" Kenny asked.
"Romeo and Juliet, but a modern gay version called Rome and Jewel," Cartman grumpily replied.
"And what role will you be playing?" Stan asked, looking at him.
"Jewel, and before you guys start making jokes, I didn't have a say in it," he mumbled, folding his arms.
Cartman realized Kyle hadn't said a word. While dating, Cartman realized two things about him: one, he was the jealous type even when he said he wasn't, he was, and two, he was possessive over him. Cartman found it really hot, like extremely hot but it could also be kinda scary but the fact that it could be scary made it even more hotter.
Cartman glanced at Kyle, but before he could say anything, the bell rang. Kenny and Stan started walking toward the school. Kyle intertwined his fingers with Cartman's and they followed suit.
"So, you're going to be one of the leading roles?" Kyle asked as they walked toward Cartman's class. When they started dating Kyle started to dropped Cartman off at all his classes. Cartman always told him he didn't have to, but Kyle said he liked to spend as much time as possible with him. Cartman could almost throw up at how cute his boyfriend was.
"Yeah, but I won't know who the other leading roles are until I get to class today," Cartman said, looking up at Kyle. "But as soon as I find out, I'll let you know."
Stopping right in front of Cartman's class, Kyle turned to face him and kissed him. "Alright, I'll pick you up after class." Cartman kissed him one more time, nodded, and then entered his class.
A few hours passed by, and Cartman was at his locker, putting his books away. Kenny was slipping his ear about a few of the people he'd had sex with. Honestly, Cartman didn't care about how many people Kenny had slept with. Every single day, there was a new name added to the list. But he could hear Stan and Kyle talking as they walked towards them. Kyle's arm wrapped around Cartman's waist, kissing his neck. "Hey, baby."
Cartman closed his locker and smiled, kissing Kyle. “Hey red.”
“Gross guys, gross,” Stan said jokingly and started to walk towards the lunch room. Kenny rolled his eyes and smiled following Stan.
Cartman turned around, his hands on Kyle's shoulder. He couldn't deny that Kyle had gotten a bit buffer over the years, and he loved every inch of it, especially now that he could be carried by him. "So, are we going to lunch or stand here all day?" Cartman joked.
Kyle kissed him more, walking him a few steps back until they hit the lockers. The kiss was slow, and Cartman could feel Kyle's hand moving down to his ass, gripping it. Cartman pushed back slightly, his hands on Kyle's chest, kissing him one more time. "Okay, now let's go to lunch before we start having sex in the hallway," Cartman joked again, kissing Kyle once more.
Kyle smirked, kissing Cartman on the neck and then behind his ear, whispering, "Don't even tempt me, or I'll fuck you against these lockers."
Cartman blushed and lightly pushed him off, intertwining his hand with Kyle's. "When did you get so hot?" he scoffed.
Kyle just laughed, walking with him to the lunchroom, where they saw their friends at their usual table, already eating and talking among themselves. As they approached the table, they took a seat, grabbing Stan and Kenny's attention.
"Finally, lovebirds. What took you so long?" Kenny asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.
Cartman folded his arms. "It was Kyle's fault for getting so hot." Kyle blushed a bit, while Stan just laughed. Kenny smirked, looking at the couple.
It was Cartman's last class of the day—drama, theater, whatever the hell it was called, he couldn’t care less. It was the worst class in his entire schedule, a punishment for being an asshole his whole life, he figured.
Right now, Ms. Brigade was listing everyone's roles. Cartman glanced over at the guy he'd be kissing and acting all romantic with. His name was Jake Evans, and he was going to be playing Rome. The worst part? He was also on the same basketball team as Kyle.
Cartman didn't really know much about Kyle's teammates. He only went to Kyle's games because, for one, he was dating the finest and most talented player on the team. As Ms. Brigade continued listing the roles, he noticed Jake making his way toward him out of the corner of his eye. God, the last thing he wanted was to start a conversation with someone who wasn't important in this world.
"Hey, man," Jake said, taking the seat next to Cartman.
Cartman sighed and looked his way. "Hi," he replied as boringly as possible, hoping his tone would give Jake the hint to leave him alone.
"So, you're going to be my Juliet," Jake joked, his hands in his jacket pocket.
"Sadly, but not by choice," Cartman replied, looking his way.
Jake chuckled lightly. "And why is that?" he asked, folding his arms.
Cartman sighed. It didn’t look like this guy was leaving; in fact, he seemed more relaxed. "Because I did something bad last week, and this is my punishment."
"I see. Well, it won't be so bad anymore. You've got me to talk to in this class, and I mean literally because we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together," Jake said to Cartman.
Before Cartman could respond, Ms. Brigade looked around the auditorium where the class was being held. Seriously, this bitch couldn't afford a regular classroom. "Okay, students, now that everyone knows their roles, Bebe will be passing out the scripts," she said with a smile.
Cartman had forgotten that Bebe was in this class, which was bad because she had the biggest mouth in the school. So he had to be very careful on what he does and doesn’t do when she was around. She passed by, handing scripts to both Cartman and Jake. Cartman flipped through the pages, relieved to see that this play wasn’t going to be so long.
"I know it's Friday, and you kids are already thinking about your weekend, but I want you to skim through the scripts. On Monday when you kids come back, we'll start rehearsing for the play. Every Tuesday and Thursday will be props days, which means you'll be helping making the props," Ms. Brigade finished saying as the bell rang.
Cartman began putting the script away and stood up from his seat. Jake looked over at him. "I'll see you on Monday."
"Eric Cartman," he said.
Jake smiled. "I know your name," he said as he left.
Cartman rolled his eyes. Of course, Jake knew his name; they were in the same class. He just wanted to make sure. As he grabbed his bookbag and began to leave the auditorium, where he spotted Kyle and his friends waiting by the lockers.
Cartman walked towards them, specifically towards Kyle. "Hey, babe."
Kyle smiled, kissing him and putting his arm around his shoulder. "Hey."
"God, you make me feel single," Kenny sighed.
Cartman rolled his eyes as they began to walk out of the school. "Do you know who's going to be your Romeo?" Stan asked, looking at Cartman.
"One, he’s not my Romeo. And two, they'll be posting the roles on Monday, but his name is Jake Evans," Cartman said.
Kyle blinked, looking at Cartman. "My teammate, Jake Evans."
"Yup, the one and only," Cartman replied.
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Who cares? Look, Token is throwing a party at 8, and we're going, Cartman," he said, looking at Cartman before turning to his friends. "And I don't want to hear any excuses. Wendy's also coming, Stan."
Stan blushed and mumbled, "Fine." Cartman just rolled his eyes again. He hated parties—the drinking, the dancing, and people talking over the music. He hated it. As Cartman and Kyle said their goodbyes and headed towards Cartman's house.
"So, is your mom home?" Kyle asked.
"Nah, she had this work thing, so she'll be gone for the night," Cartman said as they reached his house. He searched for his keys, unlocked the door, and walked in, with Kyle following.
The door closed behind them, Kyle made sure to lock it before following Cartman to his bedroom. As they entered, their bookbags hit the ground. Cartman glanced at the time; seeing it was four. Turning around, he wrapped his arm around Kyle's shoulder. "We have four hours to ourselves before we go to that stupid party."
Kyle smirked, his hands moving down to Cartman's thighs and lifting him up. "That's plenty of time to have some fun," he said.
Cartman blushed, but still grinned as he brought his hands to his face and pressed their lips together. Kyle guided them towards the bed, gently laying Cartman down. The kiss was passionate, their tongues playing with each other. Kyle's hands explored Cartman's chubby body, loving the way his body felt under his touch.
Cartman's hands found their way into Kyle's curly hair, grasping it as he let out a moan when he felt Kyle's lips on his neck. He marveled at Kyle's skill with his lips, as if they possessed some sort of magical trait. Tugging at Kyle's shirt, he urged, "Take it off. Now," with a needy moan.
After one final kiss, Kyle rose from the bed. As he began to undress, Cartman couldn't resist biting his lip, admiring his boyfriend's movements. He loved the way Kyle's arm flexed as he gripped onto his shirt, catching a glimpse of the well-defined abs he had worked so hard for. Craving more, Cartman swiftly removed his own clothes, eager to get fucked as fast as he possibly could.
Kyle couldn't help but groan, his arousal evident as he gazed upon Cartman, completely naked and inviting body. "Come on, Jew, you gonna fuck me or what?" Cartman teased, rolling over to present himself to Kyle, his backside now in full view as he glanced back over his shoulder.
Kyle seized Cartman's ass, spreading the cheeks apart to reveal Cartman's beautiful pink rim. Cartman whimpered as he felt Kyle's tongue on his entrance. "Fuck~" Cartman moaned, overwhelmed with pleasure as Kyle delved his tongue deeper inside.
"Yes! Just like that, Kyle," he moaned again. Kyle's tongue was magic, swirling inside him, loving the way it felt around his wall. Kyle could feel Cartman's tightening grip around his tongue. He couldn't help but moan, savoring the sensation of Cartman's grip around his tongue. With a slap on his ass, Cartman flinched and moaned. He loved when Kyle was sweet, loving and slow but loved it even more when he was rough, hard and mean. He truly had the best of both worlds.
To Cartman, it felt like hours, though only a few minutes had passed when Kyle withdrew. Licking his fingers wet, Kyle inserted one inside Cartman, causing him to close his eyes, hands clutching the sheets as he whimpered. Kyle kissed his back while thrusting his fingers, and Cartman loves every touch from Kyle, every part of him. "Faster, Kyle," he whined, craving more.
Kyle made his way to Cartman's neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin while adding another finger and starting a scissoring motion. Cartman was in heaven, shivering at the filthy promises Kyle whispered in his ear, telling him all the things he was going to do to him.
Kyle kept thrusting, intent on edging his boyfriend until he was begging to cum, but that could wait for another time. Right now, he just wanted to feel him. With his other hand, he gently guided Cartman's chin, bringing their lips together. He loved those smooth, sweet lips. Cartman couldn't deny his head was starting to feel hazy, as if he were already at Token's party, drinking.
Kyle withdrew his fingers, eliciting a moan from Cartman that was muffled by their kiss. He pulled away but stole one more kiss before standing up straight. Looking at Cartman's entrance, excitement bubbled in his stomach. As he reached for the bedside drawer, he heard Cartman whining, "Kyle, hurry up."
"Wait, I'm getting a condom," Kyle said.
But Cartman didn't care anymore; he just wanted to feel his boyfriend inside him. "Kyle Broflovski, I swear, if you don't fuck me now, I'll never speak to you again," he threatened.
Kyle clicked his tongue, grabbing Cartman's hips and thrusting his member inside him hard, without warning. Cartman let out a yell-like moan as he felt Kyle enter him, tears already forming in his eyes.
Kyle began to thrust his hips, moving rough and fast, just the way Cartman liked it. Cartman wanted to scream, "Harder! Faster!" but his brain had stopped functioning. He could hear Kyle's grunts as he continued thrusting into him, each movement nearly hitting his golden spot.
But Cartman knew Kyle was missing his spot on purpose. He always did this when he wanted to hear Cartman beg. One of Kyle's hands left his hips and grabbed his hair, tugging and pulling his head up. Cartman hadn't realized his head was on the mattress, eyes closed. "I know you want me to fuck you faster, Eric. Why don't you start begging," Kyle purred, kissing his neck.
Cartman bit his lip as Kyle's thrusts slowed but still hit hard. When had Kyle become so sexy? It felt like just yesterday he could make Kyle all shy and flustered, but now it was the other way around. Kyle tugged his hair again, causing a whine to escape from Cartman. "P-Please, Kyle. F-Fuck me faster."
Kyle smirked as he began to pick up the pace, fucking Cartman even faster. Cartman sobbed, his back arching as he clung to the sheets. Kyle's hand moved from his hair to his throat, holding it firmly, while his other hand slid down to grip Cartman's stomach, pulling him as close and tight as possible.
Cartman was close; he could feel it. Kyle moaned in his ear, "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he husked.
The words were so hot. Cartman choked when Kyle hit his sweet spot, seeing stars. "Fuck. Yes. Yes. Again, Kyle," he cried out.
And that's exactly what Kyle did. He thrust into him, hitting his spot again and again. Cartman's eyes rolled back, his body going limp as he sobbed, vision fading to black as the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt hit him. Kyle's moans followed right behind.
Their breaths were ragged and uneven as they tried to catch their breath. Kyle kissed Cartman's forehead, removing his hands to kiss his shoulder. Cartman's body was sweaty, held up only by Kyle's arm; otherwise, he would have collapsed onto the bed.
Kyle gently laid Cartman down and settled beside him. Cartman glanced over at Kyle, eyes closed, observing his steady breathing. A small smile graced his lips as he moved closer, intertwining his body with Kyle's. Kyle wrapped his arm around him, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead once more.
After a few moments, Kyle kissed Cartman's lips, murmuring, "We still have to go to Token's party."
Cartman rested his head on Kyle's chest, planting a kiss there before moving up to kiss him. Then, he climbed on top of him. "Why don't we go for round two? Give me an excuse not to go," he smirked, teasingly playing with Kyle's chest.
Kyle rolled his eyes but grinned, his hands moving towards Cartman's waist, getting ready for round two.
A few hours passed, and Cartman stood by Kyle's side, their friends behind them, as they faced Token's massive house.
Cartman's plan had backfired on him. Literally, he was now limping like he had fallen on his ass. Kenny couldn't stop making jokes about it as they walked to Token's. Stan didn't bat an eye, too preoccupied with texting Wendy to notice.
"Man, Kyle, you must be really packing if Cartman was limping all the way here," Kenny teased.
Cartman shot Kenny a warning look but could hear Kyle's smirk. He glanced at his boyfriend. "You think this is funny?"
The door opened. "Finally, you made it. Get in," Token said, smiling and stepping aside to let the guys walk in.
Cartman looked around the party, already hating being there. His ass hurt, and everywhere he looked, people were making out, dancing, drinking—everything he despised.
His legs felt like jelly, and all he wanted was to be in bed, eating a bag of chips, and watching his favorite show. But no, his stupid boyfriend Kyle had to drag him to the party. Still, Kyle had promised him a reward afterward, so it wasn't all bad.
Kyle grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen where all the drinks were laid out. Kenny went straight to the drinks, pouring himself some and making drinks for his friends. Kyle handed a drink to Cartman, who mumbled a thanks.
"So, Craig told me he saw Clyde fucking Bebe in the guys' locker room," Kenny said, taking a sip of his drink.
"I knew those two were hooking up. It was so obvious when she playfully touched her curly hair in front of him in class. She was basically flirting with him," Kyle added.
"Who cares if they’re fucking," Cartman barked.
"Hey guys, I’ll be right back," Stan chimed, walking away.
The three looked at him, then at each other. "Wendy," they said simultaneously.
Cartman rolled his eyes, thinking Stan had probably left to go make up and make out with her. Suddenly, Kyle’s arm went around his shoulder, pulling him closer. Cartman smiled, then understood why Kyle wrapped his arm around him all of a sudden.
He saw Jake walking towards them. Jake was dressed in simple jeans and a shirt, nothing impressive. "Hey, man," Jake smiled, looking over at Kyle.
"Hey.”
Their conversation wasn’t interesting—just talk about their next basketball game and practice. But every now and then, Cartman felt Kyle’s arm tighten around him. He couldn’t help but notice Jake glancing at him occasionally while talking to Kyle.
Cartman felt uncomfortable and awkward. He looked over to Kenny for a signal to get him out of this situation, but Kenny was nowhere to be found. That fucking bitch had left him in this awkward position with these two.
He ignored the small tension between them and sipped his drink. Whispering in Kyle’s ear, “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom real quick.”
Kyle nodded and let him go. Cartman quickly walked to find the nearest bathroom, which was a challenge when his friend was so goddamn rich.
Seriously, who needed so many rooms? It wasn’t like Token had a huge ass family. He opened a door he thought was a bathroom but found Stan and Wendy making out instead. Quickly closing the door, he shivered. “Gross,” he mumbled.
After trying a few more doors, he finally found the bathroom. As the door closed, the music became muffled, and he felt like he could breathe again. He couldn't shake the feeling he had. Why was Kyle acting weird? He and Jake were teammates, so why was Kyle being more possessive than usual? Maybe it was all in his head.
Cartman walked to the sink and washed his face. He didn’t know why, but he had a bad feeling that something was going to happen this year. Usually, he was the one who made things happen. But maybe everything will go back to normal the next day.