Kyman Week – Games (1)

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— 4:15 pm —

“That’s fucking stupid.” I say to Kyle, watching him as he paces back and forth. Kyle gives me a dull stare, as though I just told him it was cold outside.

“Yeah. No shit, asshole.” He says.

I sit back in his gaming chair and cross my arms.

“But like… What the fuck though. It’s *highschool* basketball. Why do they even care about height?” Kyle continued to rant, his face dusted pink. “And, good luck finding more than three black guys in our hick town.”

“Hahaha! Jesus, Kahl!” I exclaim and sit up. Kyle purses his lips at my reaction, catching himself.

“I–… Shut up, I didn’t mean that. I’m just mad.” Kyle grumbles and slouches against the wall. I stand up, not being able to help the grin on my face.

Did he really just say that?

“I like it when you’re mad.” I say, unable to help myself. Kyle meets my eyes, his own a little wide. The blush in his cheeks darken and his eyebrows come down.

“Of course you do.” He deadpans. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you? I’ve been excited about try outs for months. I bet you’re just thrilled to see me this mad.”

I shrug at this.

“You actually say shit when you’re mad. I mean, it’s not my fault that you’re boring when you’re happy.” I say. Whenever I see his shoulders tense at this, I can predict his words without fail.

*Fuck off Cartman.*

“Fuck off Cartman.” He says, as expected. I sigh and lean next to him on the wall, looking down at him with a slight smirk.

“You make it so easy,” I say and tug on his earlobe. Kyle smacks my hand away and goes to his computer, plopping in the chair I got out of. Is he just gonna sit there or something?

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Kyle asks irritably.

“Here,” I say and drape myself over his chair. “What? You wanna be alone and act all emo cuz you didn’t get to pway basketball? Poor wittle j–”

“Fuck you!” Kyle yells so aggressively that it actually throws me off. I stare at him through the reflection of his computer screen and I don’t know how to feel.

His eyes are just… so sad. He’s not crying or anything, but the pain is apparent in them.

“…Damn. You on your period or something?” I ask. Kyle’s jaw tenses and he turns in his seat, glaring right into my eyes.

“Oh yeah, totally! I can’t actually be fucking mad about this right? Because it’s only important to me! Because nobody else cares and it doesn’t benefit anyone else but me so it doesn’t fucking matter, does it?!” Kyle goes off, but I get the impression that he’s not talking about me anymore.

He stands up again and runs his fingers through his hair. I can see that stress vein in his forehead; the one that only shows up when he’s ballistic. The last time I saw that, he broke my foot. I try not to show that I’m paranoid about excessive bodily harm.

“No one plays basketball with me anymore! You’re off doing stupid shit with Kenny while Stan fucks his girlfriend, and I’m just at the court by myself on my only two days off from my fucking Tyrant Dad! And all I could think was, hah, I’m finally a sophomore!” Kyle exclaims and laughs bitterly, staring at the floor. “I can finally stop going to games and BE in one. With a team! And of course I was gonna get in! I can make ten hoops in a minute for fucks sake! I was gonna sneak practices because Dad can’t stop throwing SAT tests at me every fucking night when I’m just trying to SLEEP!”

“Kyle–” I attempt.

“No, fuck you, I’m sick of this SHIT!” Kyle snaps and in one swift motion, all the contents of his nightstand are on the ground. He takes his alarm clock and throws it against the wall. I flinch as it smashes into pieces, glass scattering.

He falls silent and stiff, staring at the ruins.

“…”

He’s tiny, but he does so much damage when he loses his shit.

It’s pretty sexy.

I take in the sight in front of me. His shoulders are trembling and I can tell his chest is heaving even though his back is to me. I can’t help but lick my lip at the way his jaw tenses and relaxes over and over. Ha, this always happens.

“Mm. You done?” I ask, sliding my hand in my pocket to hide my growing bulge. Kyle glares at me from over his shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m done.” He says, looking at the ground.

“Cool,” I reply and lift my bag from the ground. “Cuz your voice is really annoying.”

“Good to know,” Kyle grumbles. “You can leave now.”

“Yup.” I say with a smile and don’t hesitate to walk down the stairs. My heart’s pounding.

— 2:23 am —

Kyle opens his window and his eyes are totally murderous.

“It’s a fucking school night!” He shouts. I hold in my laugh and press a finger to my lips. Kyle looked over his shoulder in paranoia before turning back to me.

“Go home Cartman.” He says, voice much quieter. I shake my head in an absolute no and lean on the tree in his backyard.

“C’mere.” I beckon. Kyle blinks a few times and the blank look on his face is almost enough to make me bite my lip, but thank fucking god I’m able to control myself.

“…Are you crazy? It’s like ten degrees!” Kyle says.

“19.” I say and reveal what’s behind my back.

“What…?” Kyle’s eyebrows come down. “Why do you have that?”

I spin the basketball on my finger like I’ve been practicing my whole life instead of just a few hours.

“Come find out, Jew.” I say and turn away to walk down the icy snow covered block.

“Hey! Cart- ugh!” I hear Kyle say before slamming his window shut. The fuzzy warm feeling in my chest burns my cheeks and I can’t help but sigh contentedly.

I stop where I am and wait until I just barely hear his front door creak open. I turn and can’t help but laugh a little as he closes it. He’s wearing a sweater that’s way too big for him, his pajama pants, and his sneakers.

“You stealin my clothes, Kahl?” I tease, but then when he gets closer I see the sweater more clearly. “Ay! That *is* mine!”

“Shhh!” Kyle shoves his hand over my mouth and gives me an annoyed look. “You left it and it’s warm and it’s the first thing I could grab!”

Oh yeah, I did leave that behind. Boners make me forgetful.

“C’mon.” I say and pull Kyle by the arm as I walk. Kyle almost slips on the ice and curses me out under his breath while trying to pull his arm free.

“Let go.” He says more firmly when he hears my laughter.

“Make me.” I say flirtatiously. My tone must’ve worked, because the look on his face is priceless.

That’s the second time I’ve thrown him off today.

It doesn’t rattle him for long though and he shoves me hard, making me release my grip. I almost slip on the ice myself, but I maintain balance. God, that made my dick so hard. Jacking off before coming here didn’t do shit.

“Will you just tell me what you’re trying to do?” Kyle asked. He sounded out of breath. I give him a smirk, say nothing, and continue walking. He lets out a frustrated grunt which pulls at my chest in the best kind of way. And then he begins speculating, which is just icing on the cake.

“Is this a huge set up to some overly complicated punchline? Like some kind of middle of the night anti surprise party where you invited a bunch of people from school to mock me for not getting on the team? Cuz that’s just the dumbest shit.”

“Yeah that’s pretty dumb. Is that really the best you can come up with? I thought I was better at keeping you on your toes,” I say as we turn the corner. Kyle starts walking alongside me, his arms crossed and eyes accusatory.

“No, you suck.” He says back at me, eyeing the basketball. “Besides, Fatass. You can’t play for shit if you’re sweaty just from walking down the block.”

I’m sweaty cuz I keep thinking about fucking you.

We get to the basketball court.

“Take off your sweater.”

Kyle stops scoping out the area for clues and, once again, gives me that baffled expression. His cheeks light up. He’s completely at a loss for words and I bask in it, letting my head fall to the side. I toss him the ball.

“Like old times.” I say and pull my coat off. I turn and tug at his collar. “You can’t play in that heavy shit.”

“Dude!” Kyle exclaims, dropping the ball as he backs up. “We can’t, it’s freezing outside! Besides, I don’t have a shirt on.”

“Oh fuck off.” I laugh and yank off my shirt without hesitation as I retrieve the ball, ignoring the way the cold attacks my bare skin. I feel my heart beating loudly in my ears now and our eyes meet in an intense stare.

I close the distance between us and purposefully flex my muscles, my goosebumped skin going numb. Kyle’s eyes are locked onto mine and I can see the caution in them, but just for a moment, they flicker to my bare skin. My heart skips and I lean in, staring him down as I speak.

“I know you wanna play… That’s why you ran down the stairs when you saw the ball.” I say. “Just *hoping* that’s what this would be.”

Kyle’s lips part.

“…I- I just wanted to see what you–”

“No one plays basketball with me anymore,” I mock him and rub my eyes like a child. “Wahhh, Cartman’s doing *stupid shit* and won’t pway wif me–”

“Shut up!” Kyle snaps, and I laugh when he punches my arm.

“I didn’t even feel that!” I exclaim.

“That’s cuz you’re voluntarily freezing to death you fucking idiot!” He says. I lower my eyelids.

“Pussy.”

“Cartman-”

“One game. You wanna play, so stop acting like a little bitch and lets fucking play!” I yell. Kyle grinds his teeth and tosses the ball right into my bare chest. It makes an audible smacking noise, which is just fucking hilarious.

“Fine!” Kyle shouts and pulls my huge sweater over his head, but it takes him a few extra seconds as if he forgot it was so big.

Fuckin adorable.

I start dribbling the ball tauntingly near him, watching as he tries to recover from the shock of the below freezing air. He composes himself quickly, probably cuz he’s mad. I’m so distracted that he fucking steals the ball right away.

“Hey!” I snap and am on him in an instant, not giving him any openings. This grin just appears like magic on his face, and it’s hard not to remember just how much fun we used to have like this. Well, it always used to be the four of us but this is…

1 on 1. Hot.

After a couple minutes, we’re both dripping sweat and it’s 4-3. Practicing today helped a lot. I was so rusty. Being able to go toe to toe with Kyle at basketball is fucking HARD. He’s crazy good at it, which just isn’t fucking okay cuz I’m supposed to be better.

“Height’s all you GOT!” Kyle says. His trash talk is addictive.

I let him dribble past me for a moment so I can fake him out and grab him from behind, smacking the ball out of his hands.

“Fucker,” Kyle says, but I keep my grip on his waist and put him into a half nelson. “Dude! The fuck!”

“All I got, huh?” I grunt. “You sure about that, Jew?”

“This is a fucking foul!” Kyle complains, his face redder than I’ve ever seen it. “You’d be benched so fucking fast!”

“And what if I don’t play by the rules..?” I say at his ear.

He stops struggling against me and goes still. I can feel his heart pounding against my hand on his sweaty chest. Our breath is creating an obnoxious mist that’s beginning to surround us. I loosen my grip on him just so he can turn his head and meet my gaze, his deep green eyes wide and vulnerable.

“Why didn’t you ask?” I say in a whisper. Kyle’s eyes went to my lips when I spoke and his eyebrows bunched up as our eyes found each other again.

“It wouldn’t be a group game and we never hang out alone together so…I thought you’d laugh at me or… Call me… gay I guess?” He replied, squirming a little to prove his point.

I smile.

“This is pretty gay, isn’t it?” I reply and return the favor of staring at his lips in anticipation of his next words, but he doesn’t speak. Instead, he’s kissing me.

My eyes flutter close and I pull him in, our chests sliding together as I deepen the kiss.

I hear a car alarm go off in the distance and we come apart in fear of being seen. I look at him and chuckle.

“No one’s lookin, Jew.” I say, but he doesn’t meet my gaze. He’s staring towards the source of the sound, clearly troubled.

“No, dude. It’s getting closer.” Kyle says.

And he’s right. I can hear it getting closer and louder too. Really loud. Suddenly, it’s filling my ears and screaming in my head so loudly to the point where I have to duck down and grind my teeth together.

I gasp for air, shooting up like a bat out of hell. My eyes open and I’m in my room in my bed. I turn to my pillow and grimace at the basketball that’s next to it.

I must’ve fell out after jacking off…

God damn it.

Oh das mine?

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