When You’re Sober 6

“Alright,” said the nurse as she filled out the release forms. “Make sure you call us if you start getting dizzy or feeling any of the symptoms I mentioned before.”

Kenny nodded as she passed him the forms.

“And you have a ride home?” the Nurse asked.

Cartman raised his hand and she left.

“I hate hospitals,” Cartman said as he drove to South Park University. The snow was thick in the air and the roads were coated with slush.

“Why do youhate it so much?” Kenny asked, “I’m the one who’s jinxed.”

Cartman smirked. “That’s the reason. I hate seeing you there. You’re a fucking accident waiting to happen.”

Kenny snorted and they continued to drive on the long stretch of empty road.

“So…” Cartman said.

“So?”

“It’s Friday. You’re not going to…”

“Shit, dude! You think I’m going partying?”

Cartman glanced Kenny’s way. “You haven’t missed a Friday drink since first semester, and I know you’ve gone to parties after other hospital visits. Remember that time you got hit by the nude chick on a motorcycle? You made me drop you off at the Frat house with bandages on your face.”

“Jesus, I remember that. I was a real cock-walrus, wasn’t I?”

Cartman smiled, staring through the worsening snow storm. “You’re still a cock-walrus.” Cartman continued before Kenny could protest. “So what are you going to do if you’re not partying?”

“Well, I could always visit Butters,” Kenny said, teasingly.

“I don’t think so!” Cartman yelled. “You’re fucking hanging out with me.”

Kenny grinned. “So what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Cartman said, his voice lowering a bit, “What do you want to do?”

“I want you to teach me how to make pot pie.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! You make a mean pot pie and I want in on the secret.”

“Pot-fucking-pie it is, then.”

They drove on through the snow in a comfortable silence. Every once in a while Kenny would glance Cartman’s way and he couldn’t help letting his imagination wander. Cartman wasn’t exactly one to make things official, but his hospital confession was enough for Kenny to say they were together. Kenny closed his eyes, enjoying the way ‘together’ sounded in his mind.

Kenny looked back at Cartman, thinking of all the possibilities in their future. He felt like a girl imagining them sitting closer together on the couch or cooking breakfast on a Saturday morning and even holding hands. He imagined them having wild fights and even wilder sex.

Kenny shivered at the thought that making love with Cartman was a plausible part of his future. Cartman’s manners ranged so greatly from dominant and angry to cautious and gentle, he could only imagine that he was similar sexually. Kenny looked at the steering wheel and at the huge hands he loved so much.

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Cartman glanced away from the road to the blonde staring at him. “What’s your malfunction?” he asked.

Kenny snapped back to reality. “Oh, I was just… did you get your hair cut?”

“You’re a freak, Kenny.”

“Can I…” Kenny began as he unbuckled his seat belt.

“Hmm?”

Kenny scooted closer to him until he could whisper into Cartman’s ear. “Can I maybe… every once in a while… call you Eric?”

Cartman felt butterflies in his stomach at the sound of Kenny saying his name. Even more distracting was the orange-hooded boy pressing up against him. His heart raced as the blonde got closer, his thin fingers traveling up Cartman’s arm to his shoulder. He felt Kenny’s mouth on his ear, his tongue sliding across the rim followed by a soft bite.

There was a loud roar outside as the car drifted over the rumble strips. “Watch out!” Kenny yelled as Cartman jerked the car back onto the road. Kenny smirked. “Am I distracting you?” Kenny moved back to Cartman’s ear and blew on it. In a swift move Cartman grabbed Kenny by the hair. “Cut that shit out or you’ll kill both of us.”

Both boys were knocked to the side as the car suddenly swerved, fishtailing on a patch of ice. They screamed as the car spun off the road, finally stopping on the grass.

“Fuck,” Cartman said, looking at the one in his arms. “Kenny, you ok?”

There was no mistaking the look in Kenny’s eyes when Cartman met his stare, no mistaking what he wanted. Cartman obliged the silent request, leaning over and kissing him. He couldn’t believe he was actually kissing Kenny, the boy he had known for nearly twenty years, the one person he had loved his entire life. They fumbled around and Cartman grabbed Kenny’s leg, pulling him onto his lap.

“Your… your hands…on me,” Kenny pleaded in almost a whisper. Kenny gripped at Cartman’s chocolate hair as he slid his hands over Kenny’s bare hips and beneath the orange coat. Kenny’s breathing was shaky as the other explored him, teasing him until he whimpered. Cartman pressed his mouth to Kenny’s soft lips, the taste of anything he could ever want playing on his tongue.

“Holy shit,” Cartman breathed, “I love when you’re sober.” Kenny smiled and they kissed again. Pot pie would have to wait.

END

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