Chasing Eric

Butters shuffled up the steps to Stan's house readily anticipating a good time, despite how he was usually picked on. He had good faith that they wouldn't be teasing him too much tonight since the boys had invited him, after all. He took a deep breath and with a little balancing, managed to ring the doorbell. He shifted uncomfortably, as it seemed no one would be answering the door for quite some time. Though he quickly perked up as he heard the heavy footfalls of someone heading downstairs, that was always good sign. It wasn't as though it was getting any warmer was the faint sound of the lock being unbolted, which made him smile a tad. Stan jerked the door open and glanced down at Butters for a moment, shaking his head a bit. "Hey Dude."

"Ah, hi Stan." Butters smiled sweetly. "Thank you for inviting me over. I um, I made some cookies for snacks...cuz...you know, the sleepover and all." He stammered having naught much else to say.

He quirked a dark brow, inspecting Butters for a moment. "Uhh, right. C'mon upstairs." Stan said taking the cookies from the other's arms, overflowing with his pillow and sleeping bag.

Butters followed the larger boy up the stairs and into his bedroom. Though Butters had spent very little time at Stan's house, he suspected that's where they were headed. There were two other boys splayed out around the room, laying around though not doing much of anything. He, of course, recognized Kyle and Kenny, though where Eric was, he couldn't really say. He would be sure to ask at a later date.

"So, Butters made cookies for everyone." Stan said nonchalantly as he took a seat on his bed where Kyle was laying and holding the controller to the Gamesphere waiting for Stan to get back.

Kenny, who was sitting on the floor watching the screen, glanced up at the mention of food. "Sweet." He chimed, sitting up and grabbing the container where Stan had set it. Eagerly, he opened the lid and went to town on Butters' cookies.

Looking rather pleased that Kenny was enjoying his cookies, Butters couldn't help but wonder and fret over the fact that Cartman wasn't hanging out with everyone at this moment. His pale blue eyes scoured the room for the other's bulky form, but to no avail. Holding his breath for a moment, he fidgeted standing awkwardly by the door. Kyle offered Butters a friendly smile, to which he replied with a timid wave.

Kenny gestured wildly, his attempt to capture Butters' attention working quite well. "Have a seat." He smiled, patting the floor beside him as he munched on the cookies. "Damn Butters, these are really good." He smiled warmly looking over at him.

"Well, thank you Kenny." Butters bit his lip a bit as he moved to go sit down.

Kenny pushed another cookie in his mouth and grinned devilishly. "Mh yeah. Your future boyfriend is going to be really lucky."

"Mah-my wh-what?" Butters gasped dropping all of his stuff.

Stan and Kyle both sighed and ignored the conversation that had just begun to take place.

"Yeah. Boyfriend. You can't tell me you like girls." Kenny said stuffing another cookie into his mouth, looking interested.

Butters' cheeks flared up like the Fourth of July. "Whu--well, I- I --" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Kenny quickly interjected his studdering.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I understand." Kenny nodded knowingly.

"Hey fags." Eric wheezed his greeting, after his hike up the stairs.

With his cheeks already pink, Butters' eyes lit up upon seeing the male of his deepest and not so super secret affections. "H-hi, Eric."

"Ey?...Hey." He glanced over where Butters was seated and instantly noted exactly how close Kenny was sitting to him. Eric carelessly threw a bag to Stan, the plastic projectile landing in his lap.

Stan opened the bag and glanced at the movies stuffed inside. Eric brought them from his house, which meant no late fees. Stan rummaged through it noting that it was mostly action-horror stuff, which was just fine by Stan. Shifting around a bit, Kyle leaned over his best friend's shoulder to peer at what he was holding. "Nice..." He tapped the cover of one of the movies. "Let's watch that."

"Sure thing." Stan said holding it up so Kenny and Eric could see. He didn't expect Butters to approve much.

"Yeah, fine by me." Kenny said nodding.

Eric grunted. "Don't ask me. I own them. Obviously its something I'd watch."

Butters was staring at Cartman shyly as the other male shrugged off his coat and tugged his hat off his head, his brown hair falling neatly by his ears.

"Hey, did you bring your bowl?" Kenny asked looking up at him hungrily, though it had nothing to do with food.

Eric glanced down at Kenny as if he should know better than to ask that. His bowl pretty much went everywhere with him. "Well yeah." Eric nodded, but paused, "Oh, no...I left it in my truck. Why don't you go get it, Kenny?"

"Okay!" The blond jumped to his feet grabbing up Eric's car keys from him as he trotted off downstairs. He was on a mission.

Eric kicked his shoes off by his sleeping bag and took a seat on the floor that wasn't too far away from Butters' present location.

Butters smiled a little and offered Eric the tupperware container of cookies. He'd baked more then enough, though Eric could probably finish the rest by himself.

Without so much as a thank you, Eric took the container and helped himself.

The sound of the video games and rock music filled the silence for a few uneventful minutes before Kenny had made his way inside and back upstairs. "Dude, it wasn't in your truck. Where did you hide it?" He asked with an urgency.

"Hn? Yeah, I forgot it was in my pocket." He reached into his coat and pulled out the glass object that Kenny was presently lusting after.

Kenny frowned, "You suck, Dude. Worst fuckin' memory..." He took the bowl from Cartman and after a few minutes of preparing the thing, he lit it up keeping the heavy smoke in his lungs for a nice long minute.

Now that they were all settled in the room, Kyle stood up and turned off the video game. "We'll watch this one first, but ugh..." He sighed glancing towards the door, "All the drinks and shit are downstairs." He set the DVD down and prepared to retrieve them himself.

Butters stood up and smiled. "I'll get it. Chips and ah...Soda right?"

"Yeah." Stan nodded, "No booze this time." There was a light grumble of displeasure from the other three males.

"O-okay, no problem." Butters smiled, more than happy to be assigned to snacks. That way he could get Eric the things he liked to eat.

"Ah, I'll help." Kenny said standing up and walking beside Butters. Eric was looking at the television as the previews to the movie started. Butters couldn't help but watch him from the corner of his eye as he headed downstairs, Kenny in tow. Eric had nearly all of Butters attention all of the time.

Butters eyed the taller blond as he started to lead the way to the kitchen. Kenny was a bit more familiar with Stan's house than Butters was and probably more comfortable just rummaging through the Marsh's cabinets for foodstuffs.

Kenny opened the fridge and pulled out multiple cans of soda piling it up on the counter for its trip back upstairs. Standing by, Butters idly looked around for a few minutes, the awkward silence that had settled between them had started making him a little uncomfortable. He didn't really have anything in common with Kenny and generally they never really spoke. They just had a few common friends. He shifted where he stood before clearing his throat, preparing some sort of question, he wasn't sure what he was going to ask, even as the words spilled from his lips. "So...did Stan put the chips in the--"

"Yep." Kenny nodded and walked past Butters, his shoulders brushing against Butters' inconsequential frame as he made his rounds on the kitchen, gathering bags of chips and other snacks. Butters followed behind Kenny taking a bowl that Kenny had filled with popcorn from the other's arms. Butters turned, heading for the kitchen table as an arm hooked around his waist pulling him backward. Kenny quickly maneuvered the tiny male against the refrigerator, firmly pinning him there using his own taut body. The sandy-blond headed male practically purred burying his face against Butters' neck, his warm and practiced tongue sliding over his soft flesh. Kenny easily guided his thigh between Butters' legs pushing them apart with ease. His mouth clamped down on Butters' earlobe roughly sucking as his hold on him tightened. With a sharp gasp, Butters dropped the bowl he'd been dearly clinging to, its contents scattering across the lamenent floor. "N-no..." He murmured turning his head away from Kenny's demanding mouth. The smaller male struggled a little more as he felt the beginnings of Kenny's erection rubbing against his waist.

His lips curled upward in a playful smirk. "Aw, c'mon Butters...you've practically been begging for this." His hands were moving up over Butters' hips as he began to explore what lay beneath the other's tight blue hoodie.

"Like fuck he has." Eric quietly growled standing in the door frame looking extremely agitated.

"E-Eric." Butters quietly mewled, his eyes widening upon seeing him looming just across the room.

"Eeh..." Kenny frowned, loosening his hold on the meek blond.

Eric entered the kitchen, slowly headed towards the unlikely couple and opened up a can of soda. His dark brown eyes landed on Butters and he jerked his head a little making the 'come hither' motion. Butters didn't hesitate for a second. Scrambling out from under Kenny's less than firm hold, he stepped aside, his sneakers unable to keep a firm hold on the popcorn laden floor. He easily lost his footing and with a shrill gasp of horror as his legs slipped beneath him, he plummeted face first to the floor. Strong arms wrapped around his waist with a quickness, before his body even made it to the ground. Butters sighed in relief, relaxing a bit, till he realized who's arms had caught him.

"Careful..." Kenny smiled, setting Butters to his feet.

Logically Butters knew that there was no way Eric could have caught him. So he couldn't be upset. Though verily, he would've much rather fallen into his big heavy arms and just stayed there curled into his soft chest. Once on his feet, Butters glanced up at Eric who was sharply watching Kenny and where his hands were located. Eric just frowned looking entirely unamused. He grabbed Butters' arm and tugged him away from Kenny and closer to his side.

Though Cartman didn't spare him a look from that point on. Shoving soda and bags of chips into his arms, he issued an order. "Go upstairs, Butters."

"But Eric--"

"Upstairs. Butters."

"...Tch, hamburgers..." Butters muttered, making haste as he left the kitchen to deliver the snacks as ordered.

Once alone, Eric advanced on Kenny, muscling him up against the fridge. "Lets talk." Eric said quite calmly despite his aggressive hold on his dear friend Kenny.

"Ah, anything you say, tons of fun." Kenny smiled warmly, his cool blue eyes surveying the anger on his Cartman's face.

Eric was fuming, rageful even. He roughly grabbed Kenny's limp hands holding them above his head. He wanted to see fear in his face. So he could feel powerful again. That's what his height and size were good for now, right? He smirked, hoping to make the situation just that much more awful. Eric's expression remained chilling as he kept him pinned there.

"You're not jealous are you? Cuz I touched Butters?" Kenny said, throwing it out there, adding little smirk of his own.

Eric looked stunned, like the wind was knocked out of him. He would've expected anything from that dumb shit's mouth, except that. He hadn't accounted for that. "Fuck. Ah, fuck, no." Eric frowned very unhappy with that accusation. He attempted to regain the momentum he'd been building but that had thrown him off and despite how he towered over the other, it didn't make him feel any stronger. Kenny was breaking his balls, so to speak. Eric huffed a bit, his brown eyes darting elsewhere.

"You are." Kenny slowly grinned, as if the idea of Cartman possessing someone was very entertaining. Eric was frozen staring at Kenny as he single handedly disarmed him.

"You know Cartman..." He grinned some more. "I think he likes you too. You don't need to be jealous. It's not me he wants." Kenny wiggled out from under Eric's weight and pat him on the back a little. "C'mon, this is going to look so bad. I mean, it's not like you want Stan and Kyle to know how big a fag you are, right?"

"Ey? Shut the fuck up Kenny! ...Don't call me tons of fun, either...fuckin' hate you." Eric frowned. After a moment, he cleared his throat trying to take reign over the situation. "Clean this shit up, ho." Eric pointed at the popcorn before grabbing the rest of the soda and trudged off unhappily. Kenny had really ruffled his feathers.

With a sigh, Kenny grabbed a dust bin and straightened up the popcorn, eating a few pieces off the floor. There wasn't anything wrong with it...it was just on the floor, whatever.

Cartman wheezed a little as he walked into the room. "iFuckin' stairs./i" he cursed as he sat down on his sleeping bag drinking his soda.

"Maybe if you weren't such a fat fuck--" Kyle started, both brows raised as if it should be obvious why he couldn't get up the stairs with relative ease.

"Shut your mouth, Jew." Eric snapped.

"Aw, fellas, c'mon, it's not--"

"Shut it, Butters." Eric snapped.

"Don't tell Butters to shut it." Stan sighed, shaking his head.

Stan and Kyle glanced at each other exchanging looks of suspicion, but neither made comments about what they suspected. It wasn't a brilliant idea to stir things up right now. Stan glanced to the door, wondering where Kenny was, but his question was instantly answered as the friend in question jogged into the room very casually. He was holding a bowl of popcorn happily munching away as he plopped down in the small area he'd previously claimed for the evening. Kenny glanced around and frowned, "Shit, you guys are no fun. Boring."

Butters resumed his quiet pondering over what had taken place downstairs. He could still feel the warmth from Kenny's mouth on his neck, the images of the scene below rushing through his mind over and over despite how near Eric was to him now. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his chin there. Today was just very awkward and was still brimming with sexual tensions and all sorts of things that made his head hurt.

Kyle's green eyes surveyed everyone. Nothing really appeared to be wrong, but he was sensing that everyone was a little strained and high strung for some odd reason. Hence why it wasn't a good idea to start stirring things up. With a shrug, he slid from the bed and moved to the light switch. Instant dark, with the exception of the television screen that kept replaying the menu screen. Half naked women and zombies illuminated the darkness. With one final glance around the room, Kyle turned and took his place by Stan on the bed who looked bored as ever.

With the push of a button, the movie started, and all the boys seemed to relax. Except Butters. He hated zombie movies. Nervously chewing his lip, he watched wide eyed as the plot progressed. He would squeak or gasp or cover his eyes. Cartman sighed a little each time the petite male would react in horror and shock. Though Eric was the one who was shocked when he found Butters' face buried into his side as the Zombies started shredding children to pieces. He looked down and just watched the other for a minute before turning his attention back to the screen. His hand resting on Butters' lower back to ease the smaller male's trembling.

All eyes were on the screen as the half naked females fled from their hiding places and were chased. Well, almost all eyes. Kyle and Butters looked extremely disinterested. Slowly glancing about the room at the other three males who were intently staring at the screen. They glanced away from each other awkwardly. No one needed to know that they didn't have their eyes glued to the screen. Rather, no one needed to know Kyle didn't have his eyes glued to the screen. Anyone would assume Butters was a fag and wasn't interested anyway.

There was unanimous 'dude' from Kenny, Stan and Kyle as the military began to retaliate by blowing everything up in typical zombie movie style. It was the order of things, of course. The movie didn't last too much longer and before too long, they were watching the menu screen again.

The room was still very dimly lit and Kyle was shuffling through the movie options once again. "We're staying up late right?" He asked as he read the summary of each movie and their length

"Hell yeah!" Kenny grinned, sitting up and looking around. On that note, Cartman shoved Butters away discretely so no one would see the blond cuddling against him.

"So the options are, Space Invaders VIII, Shadow Room or...Or Mein Fuhrer...Cartman, you fat piece of shit." Kyle frowned and threw the DVD at the aforementioned boy's head.

"Ehh! Stupid Jew..." He muttered unhappily rubbing his face. He'd gotten the reaction he wanted from him, which was satisfying in itself. Eric had no idea how he missed it earlier. But none the less, at least he saw it.

Butters didn't really like the way any of those sounded. Butters decided to quickly change the subject. Bringing up a very good point, he caught everyone's attention. "Well, it's getting late...we should probably change just in case. You know...even if we are staying up later..."

Kyle yawned a little and smiled slightly embarrassed that he was already a little tired, but he'd been up early ready for school long before everyone else, just so he could use the internet. "Well, can't really argue with that." The red-head mused slipping off Stan's bed, the other male sure to follow.

There was an awkward moment of strain just before Kyle pulled off his shirt. For a book worm, he had a nice body. Though he wasn't nearly as chiseled as Stan was, he was pretty sturdy.

Stan gruffly tugged his own shirt off grabbing a loose t-shirt from his dresser and quickly made the change from day time clothes to sleeping gear.

Kenny had shamelessly watched Stan disrobe. His eyes darkening as the other male tugged off his jeans and pulled on a pair of baggy sweats. His lips curled into a devious grin as he quickly turned his gaze elsewhere when Stan glanced over his broad shoulders at the blond male who was in the process of tugging off his orange parka. That's pretty much all he took off. He had on an old wife beater that had a few holes in it but other then that, he left his pants on.

Butters was digging through his back pack with the utmost concentration. He did not need to let his eyes wander when all the boys were changing. That one little action had the power to bring about his impending doom and he wasn't about to tempt fate and chance it. He took a quiet breath as he heard Eric shifting around on his sleeping bag. Via peripheral vision, he could see him tug off his shirt and sit there bare chested as he reached for a t-shirt.

"Sick tits, fat ass." Kyle snorted and a chorus of laughter broke out through out the room.

"Screw you guys." He growled, grabbing a shirt from his back pack and tugging it on over his soft chest and belly. "Fags." He frowned again.

Butters cheeks lit up and he choked back a cough, but said nothing about Eric's body. Butters liked him just how he was. Eric's pudge didn't matter at all. He concentrated on finding a nameless something in his tote bag until everyone else was done. He'd already laid out his pajamas.

Kenny was the first to notice Butters' stranger than normal behavior. "Not going to change, Butters? Sleeping in your jeans can't feel good at all." He slowly grinned, rolling onto his back, watching him curiously.

Butters paused his eyes still focused on the things in his bag. He felt his cheeks warm up and knew he was blushing. "...Ah...I will...Um Stan? Can I use or bathroom for a minute?" Butters asked looking up briefly, glad to see everyone changed already.

"Sure." He pointed to the hallway while the debate over the movies resumed.

Eric glanced at the petite male as he grabbed up ball of his night clothes and quickly scurried out of the room to change.

"He is so gay." Eric frowned as everyone watched Butters leave.

"Well...yeah. Probably." Stan glanced to the door. "It's not like it matters..." He shrugged and took the DVD from Kyle and went to set up the DVD player.

Butters took a deep breath as he closed the bathroom door for some privacy. After that little run-in with Kenny, Butters did not want to be undressing in front of the boy. Or any of the boys for that matter. Butters was the scrawniest for sure. With another sigh, he relaxed a bit taking off his tight shirt and even tighter pants. He un-balled his clothes and pulled on his light blue pajama bottoms and a loose grey t-shirt. He neatly folded his worn clothes in his arms as he walked back into Stan's bedroom.

Butters tried not to flinch as he quickly realized all eyes were on him when he re-entered the room. They had already started the other movie and he carefully maneuvered back to his sleeping location. Butters carefully rolled out his also powder blue sleeping bag and cuddled his pillow against his chest getting comfortable.

One by one as the movie progressed, the boys dropped like flies. Stan went first. Sprawled on his bed and tangled in his dark blue covers. Kyle had relocated to the floor beside Stan's bed where he had set up his sleeping bag. If it weren't for the other boys being over, he probably would have stayed in the bed with him what with them being best friends and all.

After curling up all by himself, Kyle was quick to doze off. Cartman didn't hesitate to go right to bed. With a grunt he rolled over on his side and was out like a light. Kenny was also snoozing, and Butters had to frown a bit at that. Kenny didn't have a pillow or a sleeping bag. This of course, made him very sad and being someone who simply cared, Butters quietly stepped over Eric's belongings and carefully lifted Kenny's head pushing his own pillow underneath it.

Butters gasped as Kenny's hand shot up and grabbed his wrist. His eyes opening slowly as he stared up at the pillow culprit. "...Butters..." He mumbled huskily, pulling the smaller boy to his knees beside him. "...Thanks..." He smiled and sat up pulling Butters closer to him. The small blond was horrified by being in a similar situation with Kenny again. He was sure that Eric had handled it and defended his honor like any knight would for his maiden...errh...yeah.

"It...it's nothing...but please...st-stop it..." Butters whimpered as he tried to scoot away without causing a scene. He knew this wouldn't end well. Kenny's arm looped around his waist and held him to his scantly clad chest. For such a skinny wraith, Kenny was very strong.

Kenny offered him a warm smile, his fingers slipping under his t-shirt to stroke his warm skin. The blond shiver against him, despite the warmth their bodies were sharing. "Mh, you should sleep by me tonight...Keep me warm." He mulled over the idea as he fell back onto Butters' pillow taking its owner with him. He laid his smaller body over his chest looking up at the wide eyed and very adorable Butters.

"I don't think I should...I..." Butters' wide eyes shot instantly to the large lump of blankets that was huddled all by itself.

"Shhh, forget him Bu-"

"N-no!" Butters strained, jerking his body away from Kenny's. Once on his feet Butters stumbled backward, tripping over the pile of bags. Gracelessly, he landed right on top of Eric who predictably started swearing and thrashing about as he was unpleasantly woken up. Butters squealed as he was pummeled and buried underneath of Eric's blankets. Everyone was awake after that and wondering what the fuck was going on.

Kyle jumped up but only in time for Stan to fall off of his bed and right ontop of Kyle, crushing him with an 'oof'.

"Jesus Christ." Stanly hissed as he rolled off of Kyle. Who was smiling a bit, not that anyone had noticed. The livid, dark haired male jumped up and flipped the lights on peering around the room, his eyes squinting as the lights were much too bright to actually see anything. Kenny was sitting up, looking surprised as if he had nothing to do with it. Butters couldn't be seen, be it that during all of Eric's thrashing, he'd buried him under blankets and what not.

Everyone was still wincing with the lights on and had yet to adjust, which was why it was so hard to pin point exactly where Butters had wound up. But after a moment of moving some things around, his blond head popped up, his bottom lip a little bloody and swollen.

"I...I tr-tripped." He muttered shamefully looking down. "Damn it Butters." Eric scowled. "Fucking waking everyone up."

Kenny opened his mouth to speak but Stan interrupted. "...Dude, you should probably just go..."

"You suck, Butters." Eric frowned at him. Throwing a pillow at his face Eric just rolled over and tried going back to sleep.

Butters knew something like this would happen. He took a quick deep breath and nodded. "Y-yeah." Numbly he grabbed his sneakers and his tote bag. He didn't know how to apologize or explain what happened without making things more complicated. It was three forty AM and no one would be in the mood to hear his rambling explanation. Besides, there was no way he could tell the truth about what had really caused him to fall on Eric.

Stan grumbled and walked back to his bed in a zombie-like fashion and curled under the covers. He did not like being woken up at all. He needed a straight ten to twelve hours uninterrupted sleep to be in a decent mood and think coherently. Typically, he never would've thrown anyone out of his house over something like that.

Kyle frowned watching Butters quickly leave, noting that he'd left his pillow and sleeping bag. He sighed looking to how easily everyone went right back to sleep.

Kenny felt pretty guilty. Butters was too nice to get thrown out of a sleepover for being klutzy. But in truth, Kenny probably shouldn't have frightened him like that. He sighed and buried his face against Butters pillow. There was nothing he could really do about it now. Stan had uninvited him and it's not like he could convince him to stay.

Butters went to his car and started it. He was such a softy, and totally embarrassed that he was crying right now. But he loathed getting yelled at, it made him all sorts of emotional. He sat there for a minute, glancing up to Stan's window for one last look. He'd never fit in with them, there was just no way. Sniffling, he wiped his eyes, and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts which just felt scrambled at the moment.

He glanced in the rear view mirror at his swollen, bloodied lip and frowned. He was so getting grounded for all of this. Not wasting any more time lingering in front of Stan's house. He sped off, back towards his house. Its not like he had anywhere else to go tonight.

How could he ever have thought that it would be a good day?