I voted the first opinion *w*
“Cut it out, dude.”
“Aw, come on, Stan. You know you want this.” Cartman whispered as he caressed on Stan’s soft skin with his forefinger. Stan blushed lightly as he moves Cartman hand away from him, swiftly. He hates it when Cartman touched his face. His pudgy large hands fondle on his cheek always made him feel uncomfortable and nervous.
“No—I don’t want you to do this, Eric. Can we just watch TV or something?” Stan asked, reaching out for the remote control on the glass table and turn on the TV set from the couch. Cartman was disappointed. He didn’t want to watch TV.
“Why would you want to watch TV, dude? There’s nothing on.” He said, irritatingly.
Stan rolled his eyes. “It’s better than making out with each other.”
Cartman furrowed his brow, perplexed. “What the hell? You actually think watching some crappy soap opera is better than making out. What the fuck, Stan!”
Stan placed his finger on Cartman’s pudgy lips, hushing him softly, smiling. “I’m just playing, dude.” He said playfully, placing his wet lips on Cartman’s podgy ones gently. Cartman moans softly as he returns the kiss by sliding his hot tongue inside Stan’s mouth and lays him on the couch, fondling his soft cheeks once more.
AN: I know the title sucks, but I couldn’t think up a good one. Anyways, enjoy this oneshot. I’ll write more.
It’s a Stanman story (in case you didn’t notice) and I’m telling you it’s the best angst/tragic story out there. If you’re fan of Stanman and tragically stories, then I suggest you to read and review this one. It’s really well-written, sad, pragmatic and tremendous!