Suck My Balls, Kyle

Chapter One

Omniscient POV

"Suck my balls, Kyle."

Those worse haunted Kyle in every waking moment – ever since he was a small kid. 8 years old is when Cartman first told him to "suck his balls," and ever since then, they're relationship has been different.

Kyle was terrified to walk anywhere near the boy, for fear of the butterflies that sporadically flopped around in his tummy and his heart flying into his throat. He recognized the feelings as what his best friend Stan got when he was around Wendy. He knew he hated everything Cartman called him; stupid Jew, fag, everything. He continuously told himself he hated Cartman and everything about him. He hated feeling this way about the stupid fat ass. He hated feeling so amazing and thrilled from just being around the fucking fat ass that annoyed everyone and hated everyone – especially him.

Cartman knew he loved the stupid fucking Jew, and that's why he picked on him the most. He wanted to make everyone else think he hated the Jew. He needed people to believe he wasn't a fag. The only reference to his feelings where him saying "suck my balls," but it's not like anyone even realized what was going on in his mind. They just blew it off as the crazy fat ass's fucked up mindset coming through to fuck with them all. Yeah, even Kyle figured that was the reason. But Cartman knew the truth; he knew that he loved the stupid Jew with everything in him. He was just too afraid to admit it.

But one day, one meeting, one conversation will change everything for the two, now in South Park High School, boys.

Kyle's POV

Kyle was sitting in his desk, right after a meeting with the fat ass he was so desperately in love with, though he hadn't admitted it to anyone, ever – not even his best friend, Stan. No one knew, and he was grateful for that. What would people think? How would they react to the Jew also being a fag? Kyle let out a sigh and continued staring at the board, not really paying attention to Mr. Mackey, who was giving them their annual speech on how "drugs and alcohol are bad, m'kay?" He couldn't really pay attention though, and it's not like they didn't already know all of this, since they learned it every damn year.

He closed his eyes and envisioned the previous meeting with the fat ass.

"You're a stupid Jew, Kyle," Cartman spat.

"Fat ass," retaliated Kyle.

"Suck my balls, Kyle," said Cartman gingerly. Kyle's face flushed slightly, though no one noticed. He blinked a few times before scoffing and looking at Stan to avoid paying attention to the pressure against his pants. His heart was beating faster and his palms were sweating a little.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Stan whispered in Kyle's ear.

"It's nothing, just not feeling the best," Kyle responded.

"You're never feeling good around Cartman, dude. Does he really make you that mad?" Stan asked, his voice laced with a mocking tone.

"He just… irks me. Leave it alone, Stan," Kyle said.

"He irks everyone. You're the only one that responds this way," remarked Stan.

"Leave it be," Kyle snapped. Stan shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"Fine, but when you're ready to tell me what's wrong, come talk to me then," Stan muttered, anger drenching every word. Kyle closed his eyes.

"Jew, what's going on with your boyfriend, fag?" Cartman asked. He laughed and glared at the Jew.

"Nothing. Fucking leave me alone fat ass." Kyle shoved passed Cartman, enjoying the tingling sensation in the area of skin that had touched Cartman.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Cartman asked with a sliver of humanity coursing through his words.

"Fat ass, leave me the fuck alone!" Kyle sighed, trying to keep in the joy he had at talking to Cartman. Being near him… it made him feel alive, real. He took a deep breath and stared directly into Cartman's eyes. "Cartman, fuck off, okay? I am not in the mood for your Jew-hating, fat ass. You ruin everyone's days, and even some people's lives. You have no idea what you do to people and you just go around acting like you're all high and mighty, when in reality, you're just a mean, ignorant, fat ass! Get over yourself!" Kyle sighed. His eyes were stinging with tears he was holding back.

"What do I do to people?" Cartman asked with a smirk on his face. Kyle froze. He came up with a lie almost instantly.

"You piss people off. All the time. All you do is piss people off and discriminate against them. Get over yourself," Kyle snapped. Cartman

Cartman laughed. "Fuck you, Jew. You're so damn stupid." With that, Cartman walked off towards his next class, saluting Kyle with a finger.

Kyle sighed happily, as weird as the might seem. His weird, abusive relationship with Cartman was the most excruciatingly happiness-bringing thing in the world, especially when Cartman asked him to suck his balls. Oh how bad he wanted to suck Cartman's balls, but that would be such a faggy thing to do - not that loving the racist idiot isn't a faggy thing to do, but he didn't want to be more of a homosexual then he already was.

He wanted to be able to suck Cartman's balls, no matter how much he denied it.

And he had no one to talk to.

Cartman's POV

Cartman was wondering what the hell was wrong with the Jew. He sat there and thought back on what happened with Kyle.

"You're a stupid Jew, Kyle," Cartman spat.

"Fat ass," retaliated Kyle.

"Suck my balls, Kyle," said Cartman gingerly. Oh how badly did Cartman want Kyle to do that. The Jew went and had a soft conversation with his stupid best friend that always left Cartman jealous. He saw Stan walk away with an angry look in his eyes.

"Jew, what's going on with your boyfriend, fag?" Cartman asked. He laughed and glared at the Jew.

"Nothing. Fucking leave me alone fat ass." Kyle shoved passed Cartman.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Cartman asked with a sliver of humanity coursing through his words.

"Fat ass, leave me the fuck alone!" Kyle sighed and stayed quiet for a little before staring right into Cartman's eyes. "Cartman, fuck off, okay? I am not in the mood for your Jew-hating, fat ass. You ruin everyone's days, and even some people's lives. You have no idea what you do to people and you just go around acting like you're all high and mighty, when in reality, you're just a mean, ignorant, fat ass! Get over yourself!" Kyle sighed again, leaving Cartman wondering what the fuck was going on.

"What do I do to people?" Cartman asked with a smirk on his face. Kyle froze, which made Cartman laugh softly, wondering what was going on in the adorable Jew's mind.

"You piss people off. All the time. All you do is piss people off and discriminate against them. Get over yourself," Kyle snapped.

Cartman laughed. "Fuck you, Jew. You're so damn stupid." With that, Cartman walked off towards his next class, saluting Kyle with a finger, loving everything about the adorable Jew that was left speechless behind him.

Cartman smirked, loving that Kyle would never understand why he played all these little jokes with him, called him a Jew, and made fun of him every minute he got. He got off from seeing the Jew squirming and his frustration. He loved everything about the Jew-boy that had grown since they were little.

The fat ass was extremely proud of himself for making everyone, even the Jew, believe that he hated Kyle Broflovski, when, in fact, he was madly in love with the boy. Yes, Eric Cartman was a homosexual - a major flaming homosexual in love with a Jewish straight boy. Well, in all actuality, he didn't know if the Jewish boy was straight or not, but he needed to believe that, or he might actually try and fuck the boys brains out. He might do that anyways, but… he chose to believe as long as the boy was straight he would not touch him.

Cartman never paid attention in class, but this time he tried to at least play some attention so his mind would focus on the daywalker's firm ass. He crossed his legs and tried to stop the growing erection. He sighed and paid more attention to the teacher, but got bored too quickly with the lesson.

He envisioned the Jew sitting there, in front of him. He never wanted to leave the Jewish daywalker's side, but he knew that it would be wrong. He couldn't love him, since in all honesty, he hated Jewish people – all Jewish people except for Kyle. It annoyed him. It pissed him off. He also hated all gingers.

What was it about that damn Jew that he loved so much? How could that little fucker make him fall in love, when he swore that he would never ever love someone that was Jewish, ginger, or anything else he hated. But he went and did it. He went and fell in love with him.

He ruined his life falling in love with that boy.

He also hated how bad he wanted Kyle to suck his balls. Ever since they were little he wanted Kyle to suck his balls and he would do anything for that to happen, but he had to make sure that no one thought it was for his own personal enjoyment, that it was to annoy the other boy.

He had to have Kyle suck his balls and he was prepared to do anything for it.

Even admit to loving Kyle.

A.N. Meh, I don't know if this is any good. The plot should start to grow within the next couple chapters.

This is my second South Park fic.

And again, it's sexual and for a pairing I don't ship.

Which obviously means I'm going to start shipping CartmanxKyle.

I really hope you liked this.

Should I even keep this story? Should I continue writing?

Drop a review with your critic?