|If I Was Your Bar Of Soap I'd Be So Happy
Author: Broken Promises 22 PM
Craig likes to secretly spy on Cartman while he showers... One day Cartman finds out that someone has been spying on him in his 'private' shower time.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Craig T. & Eric Cartman - Chapters: 7 - Words: 18,395 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8509747
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Title → If I Was Your Bar Of Soap... I'd Be So Happy
Cartoon→ South Park
Pairing → Craiman; Craig Tucker/Eric Cartman
Rated → M
Summary → Craig likes to secretly spy on Cartman while he showers... One day Cartman finds out that someone has been spying on him in his 'private' shower time.
❤ If I Was Your Bar Of Soap... I'd Be So Happy ❤
Craig was hiding inside the lockers and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible, silently waiting for the sound of a shower curtain being opened, he got on his tippy toes and that's when he saw him, like every day after all the guys from the Football team left he came, getting rid of his clothes, naked under the warm running water, with his eyes closed and his hair completely soaked cascading in thick layers of hair below his shoulders and forehead, Craig took a breath (the quietest he could make) and tried to go as far inside the locker he could go while holding on to the door, he looked at that bar of soap that was calmly waiting next to the shower with rage…
Cartman let the warm water run down his face which made his brown hair fall over his back, with his eyes still closed he grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured a small amount on his hand, clapping it with the other hand until he had enough foam, to wash his hair, that white foam now covered his entire hair, the bits of water made the small bubbles fall down his chest and back, until they fell to the ground, Craig moaned.
After his hair was rinsed, Cartman took the small bar of soap and started rubbing it against his arms, legs, back and chest, Craig bit his lip, trying not to make a sound and ordering himself to calm down, he saw how the white foam ran down all over Cartman's entire body, "If I was that bar of soap I'd be so happy" he thought to himself while getting a closer look through the locker's small cracks, "I'd use my tongue, and my mouth to kiss you every single place… my teeth against your back, making you arch your back in pleasure… I'd ravish every last part of your body, even the hidden ones, that no one, not even that fucking bar of soap has touched" he wasn't afraid with his kind of thoughts anymore. Thoughts that each passing day started escalating in perversions.
Cartman's hand started washing his acquired rock hard abs, and he walked right below the shower head, letting the water take care of the last remaining traces of any soap or shampoo, his soaped-covered hands soon started touching his balls, a little rough, right before going for his semi-erect dick, with his lathered hands, he started touching it from top to bottom a few times, very slowly, and it was there now, a very big erection. Craig took a small breath, his own hard on was hurting too much, to keep on watching, but he couldn't stop, it was a ritual, it's been going on for months… it was an addiction that he couldn't stop, that made him feel disgusted with himself, yes, but he couldn't stop it.
Cartman rested one of his hands against the wall while he lowered his head and let the water fall down his back, Craig still had his eyes on him watching the pool of water falling down his back, between his ass cheeks until the drops of water finally fell to the ground, and he was dying to do the same journey, playing with the zone between Cartman's ass cheeks, caressing, biting, licking…
A small moan escaped from Cartman's lips and it was followed by one of Craig's own, while Cartman's kept on touching his dick up and down at maximum speed, Craig followed the rhythm of that hand like if he was hypnotized, how it would go from the tip and would come back crashing with the base, squeezing hard, the pink skin turning red, eyes being closed shut… "And now he's going to bite his lip in that way that's so fucking hot…" thought Craig and seconds later he was rewarded with a new inaudible moan and that gesture that turns him on, thinking of all the things they could do until Cartman did the lip biting thing for him, and only for him.
Cartman's body tensed under the warm ray of water, Craig used that moment to appreciate all of Cartman's muscles tightening at the same time that his breathing went really fast, a squirt of cum fell to the ground and while Cartman was still smiling and moaning, he went under the shower's water making it look like a waterfall and grabbed that annoying bar of soap that Craig was starting to hate, gently caressing the peach skin in his abdomen, lowering to that trail of caramel hairs, leading to his member, now soft and relaxed, and even lower, to his legs and ankles, meeting his feet, but taking his time in that small scar he had, in his left knee, Craig wanted to ask him where he got it from, he imagined being caused by Kyle Broflovski… He bit his bottom lip, to stop himself from cursing out loud by the thought of how much time Kyle and Cartman spend trying to make the other miserable, remembering the old saying 'there's a thin line between love and hate', he quickly decided to stop thinking about that and focused on enjoying the view: Cartman's hands slowly started going higher, this time stopping at his neck, where he used the soap while cleaning it thoroughly and Craig could only think back to how "If I was that bar of soap I'd be so happy" daydreaming on how he would take his time giving Cartman's body a proper examination, Cartman's hands was having trouble with not dropping the soap and Craig immediately thought "If I could help Cartman shower I'd be so happy…", every night, he would lather his whole body for him, free of charge, after trying his best on his back, he started spreading his butt cheeks wide opened, cleaning inside of them in circular motions, Craig witnessing this knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore and that self-control he's always had to stop himself from lunging at Cartman and kissing him right there and there, or taking the place of that bar of soap, that vision made him let out a moan a lot louder than intended, he stopped breathing and covered his mouth shut when he saw, how for a moment Cartman stopped what he was doing and looked both ways, but he knew he wouldn't be able to see him, because he was very well hidden in one of the lockers and couldn't be spotted so easily, he should be thankful for that, because if Cartman ever found out what happened every time he went to shower in the boy's locker rooms, the easiest conclusion he could think of was not only would Cartman beat the crap out of him, but also laugh at him for the remaining of his life, making sure to tell every single South Park citizen how Craig Tucker could, probably, only get it up by watching Eric Cartman taking a shower.
The sound of the running water stopped, leaving the entire room in complete silence, while Cartman took out a towel from the cabinets and started drying his arms rather quickly and his legs too, that peach skin looked as delectable as the color of the fruit it was, too delectable for Craig, the lights making it look sparkly not helping matters at all, so he prayed to god for some more self-restraint, at least until Cartman left the room and he could go jack off in the nearest bathroom, his dick was hurting so much it almost made him cry, Finally… 15 minutes later, Craig was sure Cartman was leaving, said brunette being now dried and dressed, took a few steps to the door, when he suddenly turned his eyes on the lockers and kept staring at them for a few seconds, making Craig's heart stop for an instance, but soon remembering how it was almost impossible for the other teenager to see him, Craig gave a small sigh of relief.
When the steps outside in the hall couldn't be heard anymore, Craig ran as fast as he could to the nearest bathroom, once inside he made sure no one was there and unzipped his pants and started stroking himself, going as fast as he could, closing his eyes and imagining Cartman in the shower, along with the scenes he had witnessed a short while ago, his hand started going faster and rougher, and in a few minutes he was moaning and cumin in his own hands, whispering Eric's name, like every night… for too many months for his liking. While he finished making himself look presentable he started wondering how he could end this stupid infatuation, and soon, it wasn't healthy or right spying on another dude, especially someone like Eric Cartman, when he showered. With the same remorse he had every night, he left the school, swearing he wouldn't spy on Cartman.
The next night, right after every guy from the Football team left, Craig Tucker was waiting quietly inside a locker again, keeping completely still and not making a sound, waiting for Cartman to take his place in the shower.