Kyle in chains / eric cartman x kyle broflovski

7

I can't believe I'm naked in Eric Cartman's bed at 6:30am on a Sunday morning after a night of passionate sex

I think we ended up falling asleep a little after three thirty due to a combination of alcohol and general exhaustion from playing dirty little games for hours. Part of me thought that come this morning I'd be regretting last night, but I'm not. Why would I - my fantasies came to life, and it was awesome just like we knew it would be. My body feels so warm today, if not just a little sore, and my mind feels totally clear. I think last night was exactly what we both needed.

I turn my face to look at Cartman. He's still fast asleep. There are so many unanswered questions I have when it comes to this guy. For example, has he wanted to do this for a while like me, or was it totally a spur of the moment thing for him? Last night he seemed so happy with what we were doing, but how is feeling now that the moment is over? I wish I could ask him, but knowing Cartman, he probably wouldn't tell me anyway. I decide not to wake him, as he's not exactly a morning person. He's not really an afternoon or night person either, but I know he hates being woken up.

I slowly lift the covers and slide out from under them. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out when I realise how sore I actually am as I stand up, and I limp slightly as I make my way across Cartman's room. I silently scurry out of the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. I quickly wash my face to get rid of any telltale residue, and just as quickly pull my shirt on. My ass and thighs protest painfully as I slide into my jeans. Note to self - wearing hip huggers the day after a night of vigorous butt sex is not a clever thing to do.

Once I'm dressed, I creep along the hallway to the top of the stairs. Just as I begin to descend them, I pause. Maybe I should leave a note or something. I retreat back up the stairs to Cartman's room. I go to his desk and quickly scribble on a scrap of paper.

'Went home early, didn't want to wake you.

See you at school.

K

PS: No regrets'

I hesitate for a long time before adding the post script, but I figure at least I'm being honest. I hear movement behind me and turn around. It was Cartman - he still asleep, just shifting around a little. I tilt my head and smile as I look at him - he looks so peaceful and innocent when he's sleeping. I nearly laugh out loud at the absurdity of this thought. Eric Cartman, peaceful and innocent? I think not.

I cross the room to the bed and place the note on the nightstand. I hear Cartman sigh contentedly as he snuggles into his pillow and I find my smile growing wider. Before I can think about what I'm doing, I lean down and kiss his forehead lightly. I'm not sure why I did that. I guess it just seemed like an appropriate thing to do. And I got to indulge in a lungful of his Cartman smell again. His usual scent has been enhanced by the smell of sex and sweat. So much for innocence.

The walk home is agonising, as every step I take causes my jeans to rub against my bruised and lacerated skin. I'm still smiling though, because at the same time every step I take reminds me of last night and how incredible it was. I feel like there's an area of my brain that's trying to pick fault with this situation and tell me I'm crazy for being so happy that I lost my virginity to my worst enemy. But somehow, that area of my brain has been stifled. And somehow, this whole crazy situation makes perfect sense to me, almost like it was meant to happen to an extent. I'm more curious about how Cartman feels though.