Blame It On What We Played As Kids

Waking up between Kyle's arms felt nice. Enveloped by a calming smell and warmth. However, when he remembered what had happened between them, his body tensed and felt in danger. He was sure Kyle wouldn't be as apologetic as Kenny and Stan had been. No. Kyle was going to blame him, and Eric wouldn't have plausible words to defend himself. No when he took Kyle's nose plugs off. If he didn't want Kyle to kill him, he would have to kill him first. And that was more than a hassle because, then he would have to kill Stan and Kenny too—they knew he was with Kyle and they could point him out as guilty of his murder.—The cons also included he had never tried to hide three corpses without being discovered. He shook his head. He didn't have time to think about details. The sooner he took care of his problems the better. So, being very careful not to wake up Kyle, he grabbed the pillow closest to him and knelt on the bed, then adjusted himself slowly until he was sure he had a good foothold. He took a deep breath. Hesitating because he was going to miss Kyle. His eyes, his laughter, and his voice telling him what he could and what he couldn't do. Not so much his stupid red curls, but maybe when he was done, he was going to cut a lock of his hair and keep it. Just because. Luckily for Kyle, those seconds of hesitation and the hard breath sounds Eric made before he got enough courage to press the pillow against his face, were enough to wake him up. “Cartman, what are you doing?” Eric got scared by hearing him and had no choice but to rush his movements and try to press the pillow against Kyle's face. Kyle had never reacted so quickly in his life and the adrenaline woke him up completely. Without really knowing what was happening he put his arms between the pillow and him and then they began to struggle. Cartman was heavy, so it took Kyle more than one attempt, but eventually he managed to push him off and then they both rolled on the bed until they changed positions. Kyle on top of Eric. Cartman started kicking and swinging, so Kyle had no choice but to pin him down by crushing his legs and putting his hands above his head. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Kyle was only slightly surprised; this wasn't the first time Cartman had tried to kill him. Cartman struggled some more but soon noticed he had no escape, and his only option was to scream at Kyle. "You haven't won yet; I'm not going to let you kill me! You still don't know half of what I can do!" "What are you talking about?” Kyle was confused and had to use his elbows to immobilize Eric's head when he tried to bite him. “I don't want to kill you; you are the one who was going to suffocate me with a pillow!" "I'm not going to make it easy for you!” Continued Cartman. “If you kill me, I'm going to come back to haunt you. I guarantee you—I'm going to make you believe in hell!" His words were so incomprehensible that the bewilderment made Kyle release the pressure, but only for a moment because it was not safe to let him go. "Cartman, calm down. I'm not going to kill you; I don't know where you got that idea from—" “Yeah, sure you are not going to." "Hey, hey. Look at me." Kyle knew that getting Cartman's attention was going to be difficult and even more difficult making him come out of his delusion. But he had to try, otherwise they would stay like this all day. "What do you think is happening here?" When Eric dared to look at Kyle all his thoughts stopped bouncing freely in his head. There was again the warmth on his chest. He had flashbacks of Kyle using his lips to tell him how much he liked him and how happy he was they were together. He also remembered the disheartening feeling he experienced when Kyle left him alone. How lost he felt, and how happy he was when Kyle came back. He wasn't going to kill Kyle. If he did it, he'd never be again between his arms. His face lit up and he lost the ability to breathe. "Get this over with," he said closing his eyes and giving up. Kyle tilted his head. Not getting Cartman but knowing perfectly well why he was in this position. —He had romantic feelings for Cartman and had decided not to keep denying them. Why would he do that? Was he still in time to take back his words? Then he realized they were still naked, and their skins were touching like the night before. Flashes of Eric clinging to him as he trembled in his arms, moaning, gasping, and begging; flooded his mind. He felt his body warm up and there was his answer. He was not going to take back his words. He had no choice but to suck it up and reason with Eric “Cartman, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I have no intention of killing you.” “Yesterday you were definitely trying to kill me.” Eric opened his eyes and looked at Kyle directly for a few seconds before diverting his gaze. Kyle knew yesterday hadn't been his best moment, and he understood why—in the peculiar way Cartman saw the world—he believed he wanted to kill him. He got off Eric carefully and knelt beside him. Making sure the blankets covered them both. “About yesterday. I'm sorry," he said and saw Cartman pursed his lips, but beyond that he gave no sign of having heard him. “I didn't think it would hurt you that much. I thought that—” He assumed Eric could put up with it as he learned in school omegas did. But he was so wrong. “It was never my intention to hurt you. I thought I was taking care of you." Cartman still didn't move, but he couldn't suppress an audible "Pfff." Kyle bit his lip. "I thought it was best for you if you decided who you wanted to be with when you could think clearly. But I—the truth is all I wanted was for no one else to touch you, because—oh, I'm so stupid—because I like you and I was so mad you didn’t chose me,” he whispered the last part, and kept talking with a normal voice although it was hard to say the following. “But I know that I took advantage of you, that you didn’t want me. I messed it up, and I'm so sorry—you, we can go to the police but I don’t think killing me is the solution." After processing his words Eric frowned and sat up, then he looked at Kyle with squinting eyes. Kyle wasn't making any sense and he was surely trying to trick him. Make him lower his guard and then kill him. Still his treacherous heart beat faster and sparkles of joy filled his chest. "You don't like me. You hate me." If Kyle was telling the truth he wouldn't know what to do with his confession. In the same way he had no idea how to deal with Kenny or Stan when they said the same thing to him. "That is not true. I told you; I don't hate you. You—sometimes you just drive me crazy,” Kyle confessed. "Most of the time I just put up with you," Eric said in an attempt to get Kyle to back down. “After killing you, the only reason I was going to cry was so no one would think I did it. I don't like you." “Oh” Kyle was hurt, but he should have know it. “Okay, I never expected you to like me. Especially not after last night." Kyle looked down, sad, and a voice inside Cartman began to yell that he had to do something. Whatever was necessary to make Kyle not to smell like disappointment. However, when he was about to speak the doorbell rang. He wasn't expecting visitors, and was sure it had to be some door-to-door salesman or a missionary, so he was going to ignore them, but suddenly caught a familiar scent. It was faint, but if he focus on it and shut out Kyle’s scent—he could smell Stan and Kenny. Outside his house. The sparkles of joy he felt in his chest burned fast and he stopped thinking. Stan and Kenny were back for him! He glanced at Kyle for a moment, and got up. "Wait!" Kyle tried to stop him, mortified because Eric was about to answer the door covered only with a sheet and still in heat. But he ignored him. As soon as Eric opened the door, Stan and Kenny ogled him, and Eric had a feeling of fullness. Kyle's smell, mixed with Stan's and Kenny's, tasted like heaven. Not even on his birthday, when he was certain his mother had bought him the perfect gift, made him feel this way. On their end, Kenny and Stan, went from happiness to bewilderment when they were hit by the scent of sex flooding the house. “Kyle! Really? I cannot believe it!" Stan came into the house yelling in an indignant tone, almost ignoring Eric. Kenny walked in behind him. “You made us leave and said you were going to take care of Cartman. Is this your idea of taking care of him? After everything you told us—” Stan cut his words when he realized Cartman still hadn't closed the door and anyone outside could see him. He took him from the shoulders and pulled him before slamming the door. Kyle was ashamed. Covering himself with a sheet as his super best friend accused him of making him and Kenny feel like the worst people in the world for taking advantage of Cartman, only for Kyle to end up having sex with him too. And Eric was only looking at the scene unfolding before him when Kenny caught his attention. "Get dressed, or you'll catch a cold." It seemed Kenny was also upset with Kyle, but he preferred to pick up Eric's clothes from the floor rather than scream at the redhead. Cartman dressed in the bathroom after he took a shower. He cleaned himself because the presence of all his friends made him expel out slick mixed with traces of Kyle's cum and the feeling wasn’t pleasant.   “I didn't mean to,” Kyle told Stan as soon as Eric was gone from the scene. "But Cartman wasn't feeling well." When his friends still looked at him with an indignant expression, Kyle explained what had happened, of course, omitting the most intimate details. “I think I know why that happened,” Kenny said as he made his way to the kitchen. Kenny had gone into the serious mode that he rarely displayed and was usually meant for those moments when he was talking about his sister. “Last night I was thinking about it a lot. Like it didn't make sense that Eric was in heat and no one at school noticed. Just us. Everyone can sense the pheromones of an omega, especially one about to go into heat, unless—” "Unless they are already bonded." Kyle looked at Kenny with a surprised expression. “And only their alpha can smell them.” "But I never bonded with him. Not even last night." “Neither did I.” Stan crossed his arms. A part of his brain was listening to Kenny and Kyle and he knew he must be shocked by the news as they go on about why everything indicate that they were bonded with Cartman. But the other part of his brain was berating him because, unlike Kenny, he spent last night learning how not to be a flop in bed because he was also thinking of a way to convince Cartman to give him another chance. "Stan?" Kyle got his attention, waiting for him to deny having bonded with Cartman. “I think I—maybe I bit him years ago,” he said in a moment of clarity. “But, like when we were kids, and—It wasn't like we did all that is necessary to bond.” Kenny and Kyle dove into their memories, trying to remember a moment when they had done anything remotely resembling to bond with Cartman. Although neither could remember anything specific. Only moments when they felt their friendly expressions crossed the line and Cartman didn't reject them. “I think that’s the only thing that makes sense, besides that would explain why Kyle says Eric was suffering. Yesterday we didn't leave an omega alone, we left our mate alone." “But you can only bond to one person,” Kyle objected, and Kenny shrugged as he prepared a bowl of cereal with fruit, his intention was to give it to Cartman as soon as he got out of the bathroom. “I don't know, but when I was at home, I felt like I was giving up—” he stopped mid-sentence, as if he couldn't find the right word. “My right over him— Didn't you feel the same way, Stan?" Stan frowned. Yesterday it was very difficult for him to leave Cartman's house and that's why in the morning he looked for the slightest excuse to return. But he hadn't realized he was concerned because in a way he was giving up his right to call Cartman his own. "I like you better when you don't act like a know-it-all, Mr. Perfect," Stan couldn't help but lash out at Kenny. He hated that Kenny seemed to know everything about the situation and was so self-aware. He was also getting annoyed that this time it was Kenny who remembered to feed Cartman. He still couldn't forget that Cartman chose him first. Kyle and Kenny looked at him, not understanding why he was acting that way, and that made him feel even more foolish. He sighed. “You are right. If I close my eyes and focus on my feelings, I feel like I’m connected to Cartman.” Kyle closed his eyes and also felt it. Although, he was certain, that feeling had been with him for a very long time.   When Cartman came out of the bathroom, he found his friends standing in the living room. Kyle already had clothes. Stan was maybe still annoyed, but he wasn't complaining anymore, and Kenny had a bowl of fruit and cereal in his hands that he handed to him without saying a word. It wasn't his ideal breakfast, but since he was hungry, he took it. This was the closest to heaven he had ever felt. He was clean and happy. Eating, and the atmosphere smelled delicious. If he could bottle the air around him, he would take it with him everywhere and inhale it like he was a glue junkie. He had never felt so complete and in peace. Even if his heat was still there. Now he was sure it was going to be painless and freaking amazing. Unfortunately, his friends were not as at peace as he was and that would interfere with his perfect world. "What?" Kyle sighed. “Kenny has a theory about what is happening” Eric took a spoonful to his mouth. “What about what is happening?” “He thinks, maybe, the three of us bonded with you. Even before all ‘this’ happened.” Eric chewed slowly. He didn't have a clue about bonds, but he certainly 'had feelings' for his friends. He had thought it was just the heat, but now that the three of them were there he felt 'complete', and—when Kyle said it out loud—it all made sense. Of course, he was bonded to them. And that also meant "Aha! I was right!!" "What?" "Bonding is not about sex! You losers! I knew it!" In his celebration he nearly spilled the milk on his bowl. “Cartman, this is important.” “You saying I was right and you weren’t, is important!” “This is not just any situation, who cares if you were right.” “I do!” Kyle rolled his eyes. “Do you have any idea how this happened?” “I’m awesome, that’s why I was right.” “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about the bonding.” “Same answer.” “So, you don’t remember anything?” “Are you trying to blame me again?” Cartman stopped the celebration and took a step back. “No, it’s just that I don’t remember any moment when we did—anything.” “I do.” Eric calmed down and took another spoonful of his cereal. “Really?” Stan and Kenny were very interested. “Yeah, it’s hard to forget that you savages drooled and left bruises on my neck.” Cartman wasn’t fond of pain, but now he was a little unhappy because none had bitten him recently. “But I wasn’t an omega back then.” “and, what do you think about this? Being bonded to us?” Kyle asked, feeling insecure because Cartman had already told him that he didn't like him. “I think it could have been worse. I could be with Butters now, I’m sure he bit me while I was sleeping.” While saying that, Eric caressed his belly. He was feeling the pricks of a new heat wave and now that he tough about it he didn’t use birth control last night. Was it even worth worrying about that at this point? His three friends got annoyed but they couldn’t react to his words because they also noticed he was going into another heat wave. "Do you think your cycle is going to run normally?" asked Stan, recognizing they have a new issue at hand. "I guess. This shit should last like five days or so?” They were silent for a moment until Stan gathered his courage and asked “Who you wanna spend the rest of it with?” Eric looked at Stan not getting why was he asking who. It as clear he wanted the three of them, he liked their smell mixed and he didn’t want any of them going away. “I’m not choosing.” “What do you mean?” Eric frowned he couldn’t be clearer. “You can pick turns, I don’t care about that.” “But—you can’t be possibly thinking the three of us are going to have sex with you,” said Kyle. “It’s not safe.” Eric didn’t like what he was hearing, neither his body, he knew that because the need that was slowly building on his belly suddenly hit him hard. “You are my mates. You can’t expect me to choose.” He was trying not to sound as panicked as he was. “Cartman, we can’t do that. You may get hurt and I think is better if you pick between them,” said Kyle. He didn’t want to exclude himself so easily, but it didn’t matter if they were bonded or not, Cartman had already told him he didn’t like him. It was natural for him to pick someone he did like. Kenny or Stan. Cartman put the bowl aside. Kyle, of course, had to mess with him again. When he finally felt happy and complete. “Are you saying that you are going to leave me alone again?” "You can’t be with the three of us." "Let's do something, what about if I cut off your leg and while you ask me for painkillers, I do a dance because I think it's a better idea?" "Ehm—" “Sex, with my mates is all I need. Probably in the next half hour. So, if you two assholes think the same as the Jew.” Cartman pointed at Stan and Kenny with the spoon still in his hand. "Tell me now so I can get ready to die, because if you leave me I’m going to die." Eric did his best to keep his voice from shaking. He was really sure he was going to die if his friends refused to be with him. Kenny and Stan looked at each other for a brief moment. They never imagined they would be in that position. Ever. "If that's what you want," Stan replied. "I'll stay with you, but are you sure? you are not going to be able to handle us when we are out of it .” “You don’t tell me what my body is capable of doing or not.” Cartman said, mad. He was probably gonna make a tantrum. “It’s time for you to acknowledge I know my shit.” “Okay, we can do it until you cry” Kenny said as he leaned back fully in the sofa, his arms crossed and frowning. “But you are still practically a virgin, you’ll have to choose after you first wave.” Kenny didn’t want to hurt Cartman but he knew his fat friend wasn’t going to change his mind soon. This time he would have better control of himself. “Well I—” Kyle swayed on his feet. He didn't remember having a lot of self-control when he was intoxicated by pheromones and didn't want to make Cartman cry again, but at the same time, he was clear that if they were mates he couldn’t just leave. “I have to think about it." He started walking to the door. Eric couldn’t believe him. “Where's all that 'I'll never leave you, oh, Eric I love you so much, my dick is only for you' crap,” he mimicked his voice poorly. "I never said that." Kyle stopped his steps and faced him. Cartman struggled not to cling to Kyle's arm. "You promised you wouldn't leave me." "Why are you forgetting all the other stuff that happened last night so easily?" Kyle asked harshly and Cartman took a step back.   It wasn’t like he had forgotten, he just didn’t want to think about it. Why Kyle was doing this to him? Why he was always making him face stuff he didn’t want to? Yesterday Kyle made him realized he was giving his friends, his stupid friends, a lot of power over him. Even if Kyle hadn’t meant to hurt him, he had. Kyle had wrecked him yesterday and Eric hadn’t even wanted to give him the chance. Stan scared him to the point of making him cry, and Kenny— he was not bad, but he stepped very close to his boundaries and stopped not because he asked him to, but because Kenny had had enough. Maybe they were right. Maybe it was better if he choose because even if he knew his body could handle it, the three of them will destroy his mind.   Kyle walked out of the house when he saw Cartman ran out of words and when Eric realized Kyle left, his sadness' pheromones burst into the room, so powerful that Kenny and Stan almost felt physical pain. Kenny was perhaps a little more affected because he immediately rubbed his wrist. Usually, it would be Stan’s job to go after Kyle, but Kenny waved for Stan to stay with Eric and left the house too.   “Car-Eric,” Stan said, taking him carefully by the hand and leading him to the bed so that he could sit there and calm down. Cartman let himself be guided without saying words. Stan sat down nex to him and hugged him. “Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. Kyle said is thinking about it, not leaving.” He knew his best friend was only being dramatic. “Why didn’t you go after him?” “Because Kenny is better than me when it comes to these things.” He ventured to nuzzle Cartman. “Also, I really want you all for myself. I’ll probably make him go away if I have the chance.” Cartman leaned against him. It was easy to believe Stan, he knew Kyle better. Also, he was making a good job releasing a soothing scent. "Think about me now. Could you?" Stan could still identify traces of distress between Eric’s scent of arousal and need. “I wish I could.” “What about if I make this?” Stan started licking all over his scenting glands. Cartman made room for Stan and closed his eyes. He felt good, but now that he had been with his three friends and understood the concept of bonding, he couldn’t stop feeling incomplete. “I was thinking about you all night,” Stan said as he stopped licking him and looked into his eyes. “Eric. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have touched you if I didn't know what I was doing. I should have controlled myself better, not only try, but do what was right for you.” Eric wasn’t expecting Stan to apologize again and it felt nice hearing him. It helped him to silence that strong and paranoiac voice that told him that he should be afraid and that he was being reckless. He knew he should be careful, but the thought of killing his friends to protect himself was too much. Eric leaned his forehead against Stan's. “I told you I don’t care about that.” “Still—I need to apologize.” “You are so gay.” Stan was lost at words and Cartman kept talking. “But that’s okay. You're lucky to be handsome." They kissed and Stan got so happy for Cartman’s words but also because he was able to make him decrease the sorrow pheromones and replace most of them with arousal ones. “I can’t believe you are giving me another opportunity,” said Stan with a smile while sliding his hands below Cartman’s shirt.     “Kyle, wait." Kenny stopped him by taking his arm. “You can’t leave. He’s our mate and you know we are too young to be apart.” "Kenny, I don't—I’m not leaving. I know I can’t. I just have to think." Kyle was perfectly aware that if he was Cartman's partner there was no way he could leave, but he had to think about everything because there was a lot going on. He was bonded with Cartman and Cartman was proposing something to him that was obviously a bad idea—but there was no other choice. And yet, the worst of all was not that, but that he and Cartman were a couple by accident and Cartman hadn’t romantic feelings for him. He had to take a breath because unlike Stan and Kenny, he hadn't had time to think about it.   Kenny released him when he realized that he didn't mean to go far, and only was confused. “I get you. I don’t want to hurt him either, and I don’t know if I would be able to control myself, but I’m going to try because it’s the only thing I can do. I'm a little relieved that it's us, because I know we can help each other." Kyle sighed. "You know what’s the first thing Cartman did after he woke up next to me?” Kenny didn’t answer, he knew Kyle made a rhetorical question. "He tried to kill me with a pillow.” "Oh, harsh." Kenny knew that the relationship between Eric and Kyle was complicated, and that Kyle had a lot of reasons to feel confused. "Cartman doesn't feel anything for me, he told me, and maybe it's different for you, but he clearly just wants to be with me because we bonded by mistake when we were kids. And of course, I'm coming back because it's not like I can leave without probably killing him, but when this is all over, we're going to break our bond and I'm going to have to deal with it—and I think I love him. So, I have to mentally prepare myself before going back." "We'll deal with this together," Kenny said carefully. He didn't want his friend to believe that he wanted to minimize his problems, but to know he wasn't alone. "I don't think Eric likes me either, I told him I love him, and he didn't answer me. He ran off to see Stan." They were silent for a long moment until Kyle looked up at the sky and after taking a deep breath told Kenny that it was time for the two of them to go back to the house.   When they got inside, the place was already flooded with Cartman's pheromones. Stan had managed to calm him down and although traces of distress could still be smelled, arousal was the dominant scent. But it wasn't the scent that helped Kyle and Kenny put their worries behind them, it was the sight of Eric with his pants and boxers down mid-thigh, and spread over his bed. Stan was next to him, his fingers tracing his erection. "They're back," Cartman raised his head and smiled to see them come in, but Stan didn't like that he was distracted and kissed him as he gripped his dick and began to pump it gently.   After a few seconds Kenny walked over to the bed and took off Eric's pants to get a better view. Stan made a kind of low grunt as he saw him touch Cartman, but Kenny ignored the warning, instead poked Stan on the head with his index. The hit made Stan shake his head and get embarrassed when he realized what he had done. But Kenny didn’t care about Stan anymore. He kneeled between Cartman's legs and began to lick and stick his fingers into his entrance, making Eric moan louder and filling the house with an even denser aroma of heat. Kyle wasn't quite sure how he should intervene—if he should. The scene unfolding in front of him was better than any porn movie he had seen in his life, and he wanted to memorize every aspect and never forget it. He knew that he was completely hard and caressed himself over his pants without thinking.   Stan was focused on Cartman’s face, so it was easy for him to notice he released an even more dense scent when he glanced Kyle. That made him a bit jealous but also hornier. That’s why he gestured for Kenny to step aside and made Eric kneel on the bed. He settled behind him and rubbed his dick between Eric's buttocks while playing with his nipples. In that position, Kyle could see Cartman's flushed face better. His eyes narrowed and his mouth open, letting out little involuntary sighs that escalated in intensity as soon as Kenny began to suck his dick.   Eventually Stan got tired of the fake thrusts and silently asked Kenny to move. When Kenny did it, he guided Eric onto all fours, and got inside him. Enjoying the heat and pressure but not forgetting he had to take care of his partners’ body, as he had promised. Eric squeezed the sheets between his fingers. His body opening to his partner will always be the best second thing of sex—being knotted was the first one—and he enjoyed the action so much that he buried his face in the mattress, to make sure to present his rear at the correct angle for Stan to enter as deep as possible. He wanted to feel every bump and vein of Stan’s dick. Kenny watched in wonder as Stan's dick pushed into Eric's body, and Stan and him exhaled in delight as Stan's testicles slammed into Cartman's buttocks. Despite Eric having his face buried in the bed, his pleasure moan was audible and soon it was accompanied by another moan when Stan decided to start shaking his hips. Kenny licked his lips and used both hands to force Eric’s face up. "Hey," he whispered. “I want to see your face when you are like this. Completely full." Eric shook his head and refused to obey, embarrassed. "Come on. Look at me." Cartman refused again and Kenny waved to Stan to stop moving. Stan winced because he was feeling too good to stop, but he agreed to obey Kenny. After all, his friend had let him be the first to fuck Cartman without arguing. "Eric, do you remember what you said? That when you were with Stan you were going to explain to him in great detail what you wanted him to do to you. You can do it now." “Asshole,” Eric replied, his voice still muffled by the mattress as he jerked his hips back, impaling himself against Stan. The first move took Stan by surprise, but he quickly grabbed Eric’s hips and didn't allow him to move again. "Come on. Let us look at you." Eric opened his eyes and first looked at Kenny and then at Kyle. He knew Kyle hadn't touched him yet, but he could smell his scent in the same room and that had been enough to assure him that he would not be abandoned. “Good,” Kenny whispered in his ear. “Now, you can tell us, what do you want?” Feeling full was only half of what Eric was looking for when he was in heat. To feel truly satisfied, he also needed the friction that he received from the swaying of hips. He wasn’t going to be able to refuse Kenny’s requests for long if Stan played along and didn’t move. “I—I want you to fuck me. The three in a row,” he said it looking at Kenny directly to the eyes and Kenny almost came a little. Eric’s arms trembled. His face was already completely red from the effort, but he flushed to the neck when he also dared to met Kyle’s eyes and Stan decided it was time to move again. The angle of the thrust hit a perfect spot and he couldn't help but squeal and he struggled to stay upright. When Stan accompanied his hips sway with circling movements, the pleasure became too strong and he almost lost his balance, but Kenny held him. Then he took him by the chin and forced him to kiss him. When Kenny stopped kissing Cartman, Kyle couldn't resist anymore. Those fleshy lips, shiny with saliva, were inviting him to kiss him too, and without thinking of anything, he approached him and captured his lips as well. A few thrust later Stan cum and had to muster all his will to pull out of Eric before knotting him. He had promised to take care of Eric, and that included following his wishes. Eric was going to complain because his body needed to feel a knot, but he didn't have time to speak because Kenny immediately settled behind him and began to make tentative thrust on his hole before going all the way in. Kyle, already intoxicated by the kiss, dropped his pants and put his erection in front of Eric's face, who didn't think about it and started sucking. Cartman was lost. At that moment he was only thinking in satisfying his companions. He pressed his lips together and without stopping sucking, he caressed Kyle's length with his tongue. Tasting, drooling, and moving his head to match Kenny’s movements. Kenny had waited so long to be inside Eric and was so aroused to see Eric suck like he was born for it, that it didn't take long for him to finish. He pulled out, also denying himself the pleasure of knotting Cartman. Despite being very excited, the three of them were doing a good job controlling themselves, not moving abruptly, nor demanding anything more than what they could receive at that moment. And Kyle smiled because having waited so long gave him the opportunity to be the one to knot Cartman. He pushed him so that he lay his back on the mattress and looked at him directly to his face, not to miss any of his expressions of pleasure as he pounded into him over and over again until he finished.   His friends had warned him that it would hurt, and he thought they only meant that his hole would be used to the point of abuse, but it wasn't until that moment, when Kyle began to fill him non-stop, that he understood that it wasn't just about that. His body still hadn't ejected Stan and Kenny's cum, and Kyle was filling him up more than his body could handle. He felt pangs of pain and couldn't escape because Kyle's knot had already trapped them together. "Shh," Kyle stroked his hair and kissed his forehead and cheeks as he had the night before. "Your body is going to get used to it soon." Eric whimpered and held Kyle tight. However he didn't get used to the pain before passing out.   A few hours later, Cartman woke up feeling small veins of pleasure in his belly and when he opened his eyes, he found that Stan was next to him playing with his hair with his right hand and massaging his entrance with two fingers. “You're awake,” Stan said happily and gave him a kiss. Eric tried to stand up, but when he did, he realized that he ached all over. Mainly his back. "what happened?" "Nothing, the usual... you fell sleep." "I fainted." "Well, we warned you." Carman grunted and finally looked around. Kenny and Kyle were on the other side of the bed. Cuddling and sleeping. “After you passed out, your pheromones made us very sleepy. They are still under them. It seems that having a less sensitive sense of smell helps a bit,” Stan said referring to himself. "That’s why you decided to grope me while I was asleep." All this time Stan hadn't stopped touching Eric. Stan withdrew his fingers and made a guilty expression. “You were groaning in pain, I was helping you to expel the remains of cum. I tried to wake you up, even gave you belly rub, but fingering was the only thing that calmed you down.” After the exchange Stan gave him some food and went back to bed. Eric only had vague memories of his heat waves, so he had no idea how many times he had sex with his friends or how many days passed. He did remember his friends talking with their parents by phone. They told them something about Eric’s favorite uncle dying and how much he needed them at the wake—across states.— He had no idea how they were able to sell the lie. Especially to Kyle’s mom.   When Eric woke up again, Kenny and Stan were sleeping, and Kyle was in the kitchen making something to eat. Eric was starving, but he also felt "full" and he had to do something to stop feeling this way. Between heat waves —that had become longer and more intense— his friends barely gave him time to expel all the cum. And even when they helped him they never left him completely empty, almost as if they didn't want him to be clean of their trace. —As if cum was the only trace they had left in his body. He was covered with hickeys but not claiming bites. That’s why he walked quietly into the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and poured hot water all over him. He usually loved the jets of hot water hitting his skin, but right now the water felt so much better than ever. It was relaxing his muscles. Eric pushed two fingers into his hole. It was still open, sensitive, and tender. And went as deep as possible hoping that would be enough for the cum to come out—he even leaned forward against the wall—but he wasn't successful. Now that he was in this predicament, he remembered that, when he was kid, his mom used to had an enema in the bathroom that she used regularly. When he was a child he didn't pay attention to it. Now he finally understood why she had it always at hand. Eric didn't have an enema, so the only option he had was to use the shower head. He pulled the attached shower head off its cradle and turned it on, adjusting the pressure until it was just a light stream. He held the nozzle near his hole and felt funny when the water got inside him. He thrust his fingers inside himself too. It was obvious he was still in heat, because the feeling of hot water flowing inside him made his cock stir and beg for attention. Eric was sure he was not fully recovered yet to cum, still he tossed the nozzle aside and began to also stroke himself. He gasped and then he heard a noise behind him and, when he turned his head, he found Kyle inside the bathroom, looking at him with wide eyes. He blushed and when he heard Kyle approach he shook his head. "No Please. I'm really full. I need to get it out,” he said because it was obvious Kyle would take him there, against the shower wall. Just like Kenny did when they decided to shower. "Don't worry. Let me help you." Kyle didn’t wait for an answer he made Eric go back to stick half of his body to the wall and stood behind him. Then he began to insert his fingers as deep as he could, opening and closing them. Eric shivered, his hand lashing out to the faucet to steady himself as he rocked his hips into the air. Suddenly the swell eased, and he ushered a long moan from deep in his throat as a stream of cum, water, and slick welled out of him. Once Eric was free of the pain, Kyle kissed his shoulder blades and helped him finish his bath. As Kyle took care of him, drying him gently and lovingly—contrasting with the passionate way he made love to him—Eric felt mesmerized.   He was so focused on that feeling that when he came out of the bathroom it took him a while to realize that Kyle, who had come out before him, was petrified. The same as Kenny and Stan who weren't sleeping anymore but were still on the bed. Then he finally looked to the point that all his friends were looking, and he petrified too. "Mum, what are you doing here?" Liane had a suitcase in her right hand and her coat in her left hand. "Oh honey. Today is Saturday."