Chasing Eric

Everyone groggily woke up the next morning and to the dismay of some, the fiasco from last night had actually happened and Butters had left the house. Kenny shifted about on the floor, mildly uncomfortable. He took his sweet time before peeling his sticky eyelids open. With a vigorous rub, the blond wiped away the matter and sat up glancing around despite sleep still clogging his brain. He licked his lips, mouth dry from sleep and smoking, though he found himself waking up feeling like shit most days. His cobalt gaze sharpened as he searched the room for that tousled blond other he was sweet for. He held his breath, finding only the powder blue sack that was lamely crumpled in the corner, mere remnants of proof that Butters had even been there. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the ugly dark brown spatter that marred the blue, nylon of his sleeping bag. Kenny's eyes drifted downwards to the matching blue pillow that had been stuffed under his head. That however, was blood free. It pissed him off a bit how Cartman could just not give a fuck about someone who obviously cared about his lame, fat ass. Kenny rubbed his head and glanced around once more for good measure. Kyle was awake and leaning against the wall reading though, Kenny expected no less from the red head. He always seemed so comfortable in Stan's room and Kenny kinda figured why.

"Can't believe Stan threw him out..." Kenny covered his mouth, stifling a yawn in his usual relaxed manner. It wasn't very often he played the part of an aggressive male, though it wasn't above him to get down and dirty if he needed to.

"Mh...Well...Butters ah...you know. And...Stan, well he.."

Kenny nodded. "I know."

"He deserved it." Eric grunted sitting up with a big yawn, scratching his stomach. "Fucking falling on me in the middle of the night." Eric frowned and shook his head, his hair already tousled.

Kyle looked towards the dried blood on Butters' sleeping bag and frowned. "Fatass," He growled "you hit him in the face and then he left after Stan yelled at him, but it was all because your shit being piled in the middle of the room instead of against the wall like everyone else's. Stan should've thrown you out." Kyle angrily closed his book and took off his glasses. Unlike Kenny, Kyle could get aggressive very easily, especially towards Eric and be it that his book was closed and more importantly, glasses off, Kyle was ready to brawl with the heavier boy.

"Well Jew, it wasn't my squealing that woke everyone up!"

"Shut up, fat fuck." Kyle growled throwing his book aside entirely.

Stan moved from his bed and grabbed Kyle from behind. "Shhh, stop. No fighting...not this early, please."

"Dude its ten a.m."

"Oh...well...early dude. We just got up." He grinned a little and calmly pushed Kyle down on his mattress taking a seat beside him.

"You, just got up. I've been awake since eight..."

"Well, you know." He smiled and rubbed his face a bit.

Eric smugly grinned but at some point even his eyes landed on Butters' belongings.

"I'll bring him his stuff." Kenny said picking up the pillow Butters had given him last night before getting thrown out of Stan's house. He did feel kind of responsible, after all, he'd frightened him. He just didn't want Butters getting hurt by Eric...though honestly, he wasn't that much better a choice.

"Nah, Butters doesn't live of the 'poor-as-shit' side of town, Kenny. Its right near my house, I'll drop off the Fag's stuff on my way home." Eric said leaning back into his pillows.

Kenny frowned at the tubby brunette, ready to stomp on his face.

Stan stood up and shrugged. "Eh...I shouldn't have kicked him out..." He stretched a little, a small frown gracing his lips as he vaguely recalled what he said.

Kyle glanced up at his best friend and nodded. "Really...but its too late now. You can talk to him later."

"Yeah, I'll call him up tonight." Stan nodded knowing he wronged Butters.

"Are any of his cookies left?" Eric asked looking around for the blue plastic container.

The three remaining boys shot him some lethal glances for good measure. Just in case he didn't know they hated him.

The boys lingered around at Stan's house for a long, lazy morning, long enough for them to get breakfast and watch a few old episodes of Terrance and Phillip, that is. After that, most everyone was ready to disperse and head home. Kenny eventually relinquished the soft blue pillow into Cartman's custody before he ventured homeward on foot. He didn't live too far from Stan anyway.

Kyle and Stan continued to hang out for the rest of the day, probably to be faggy together, Eric could only surmise. He grunted as he hauled himself off the couch. "Well, its been fun, guys." He scoffed, a smug grin plastered on his lips. Eric was just satisfied with himself. "But I have shit to do. So I'll see you homos later."

"Yeah, whatever, fatass." Kyle frowned as he changed the channel not sparing the larger boy a glance.

Eric picked up his coat and pulled it on, looking over at the two males who were just ignoring him. He grabbed both his, and Butters' stuff and carried it out to his truck. With a little balancing he managed to open the passenger's side door and haphazardously threw their belongings on the seat of his truck. He paused as he shut the door, glancing at the ugly brown splotches on that rest against the powder blue. He frowned, his brow furrowing slightly. He was asleep then, he never actually intended to punch the little fag like that. Not that he didn't deserve it for being a klutz...but...ugh, he didn't mean it like that. If he wanted to punch him, it would've been for a good reason, like Butters being super gay near him. He ripped his eyes away from the powder blue sleeping bag and walked around hauling himself into the drivers seat getting situated. He took one last look back up to Stan's house before he sped off to Butters' house.

It wasn't like it was a long drive, Eric arrived in just minutes of leaving Stan's. He could see his bright-ass blue faggy mini parked out in front of his house. Cartman pulled up just behind the Other's smaller car and parked. He turned down the loud angry music he'd decide to blast for the short trip. He left the car running as he got out, taking Butters stuff with him. He slowed his pace as he passed the mini cooper and frowned, noting something was amiss. He moved closer and glanced down into the tiny backseat that he himself would be just a little too wide to fit comfortably in.

His eyebrows rose in question as he surveyed the mess in Butters' car. Passed out on the back seat and with little to no grace, the smaller boy was curled up and sleeping. Eric sighed and shook his head. He wasn't surprised to find the door unlocked. With little to no effort he pulled the small blond from the back seat. Butters fell against his chest laying still, a soft groan escaping his lips. Eric noted that his lips were puffy and stained red. Eric frowned, throwing him over his shoulder as he stuffed his belongings into the backseat of Butters' cooper. Eric locked and shut the doors of tiny fag-mobile before carrying the snoozing blond back to his truck. He gingerly set him on the seat not wanting to wake him up. Butters hardly stirred as Eric buckled him in safely.

He didn't even bother to take Butters into his house. First of all, if he was sleeping in his car, he didn't want to go inside. Secondly, Butters parents sucked monkey balls and Eric just didn't want to tackle that shit this or any morning.

He was vaguely aware of his surroundings. He knew when his car door had been opened just by the chilly air that rushed over his lithe form. He knew that someone was standing over him for a moment, though how, he wasn't exactly sure. Woman's intuition? He knew that when he was hauled up off the car seat and when he fell against something soft. The feeling of being carried, as his own weight was shifted and bobbed around by a mysterious force he hadn't the energy to further explore or acknowledge. He supposed it was the same someone who had picked him up. But nothing made sense at the moment, his head was much too foggy to logically reason with himself. He decided it was best not to fight such things and accept the fact he was just dreaming about...about prince charming. Yes. He was getting to go to that castle he often dreamt about. Butters smile and curled deeper into the softness not worrying about a thing.

Butters woke with a jolt, sitting upright as he suddenly found himself not in his own room. His chest rose and fell with a quickness as his soft blue eyes strained in the dim lighted room.

"Don't panic." Eric's voice commanded from somewhere in the dimness, though Butters couldn't pinpoint where exactly.

He blinked, his heart marginally slowed its racing, and he took a moment to fix his tousled butter blond hair.

Eric stood up from his computer desk and quietly walked over to his bed where he'd tucked Butters in. He watched the smaller male who lay disheveled between his sheets looking mildly panicked as his eyes adjusted. Eric suppressed the arousal from the other's fear as he hushed him and took a seat on edge of the bed. He gruffly took Butters' chin between his fingers and pulled him closer as he examined his face, though his own eyes made frequent drops to those pink parted lips that were screaming an invitation to be sucked on. He also noted that they were still a little puffy from where his fist connected with his mouth.

"Still swollen, huh?" Eric asked, grazing them lightly with the pad of his thumb.

"O-oh...yeah..." He looked away awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably. "You hit really h-hard. But its nothing, just as long as my parents don't see...They'll ground me."

"Hm." Eric leaned closer, he was watching Butters soft, wet, mouth with more interested then he knew he should have. Butters too, noted this.

He held his breath, He was so unsure, what was the right moment for all this? He felt like his chest was going to burst. But he needed to know if it was more then just 'like', if he was feeling what he thought he was feeling. The repercussions could possibly be fatal. Butters was sure he'd die of embarrassment long before Eric got his hands around his throat.

His pink tongue rubbed over his own lips as they have seemed to go dry in that vital moment he'd made up his mind. Butters watched Eric's eyes follow his tongue.

Butters shifted his position to try to make it less physically awkward. He tucked his legs beneath him as he leaned forward, getting tangled in the sheets. Maybe it was the silence of the room that made it harder, or maybe it was the tension between them, it was hard to say which. He fell forward a bit, his hands planted on Eric's soft chest. Butters tilted his head up awkwardly. His mouth was closer to Eric's chin then anything else, but he would overcome that. With a small grunt of effort, he fell further onto Eric, climbing on his lap, his face now buried into the chubby male's neck. Eric's eyebrows rose as he watched the slow progression of the other squirming in his arms.

Butters leaned back in attempts to untangle his legs from the sheets only to find himself falling backward. With a gasp he shifted his face planting right against Eric's, mouth ajar and the whole nine yards. Butters sat very still for a frightful second. That is not how he imagined them kissing in his head. He waited for the bigger boy's reaction, though he found that Eric didn't really move. Butters eyes were closed and he was grateful for that small blessing. His cheeks warmed as he decided to proceed. He slid his tongue over Eric's plush lips, his hands running up and over his wide hips and pushed forward, his tongue rubbed over Eric's soft lips bribing them apart. Eric stifled his groan, and swallowed hard. Butters however, didn't hold back. He kissed him, his tongue roaming over the other's, his fingers slipping up through his soft brown hair. Eric was more then mildly stunned the shy blond was taking charge like this. It took him a moment to get his barrings but finally he kissed back. He didn't know why, he supposed it felt right. Or maybe he was just that lonely...

His pale lips softly pressed against Eric's partially opened mouth. Eric's warm breath rustled the blonde's soft bangs as he exhaled nervously. They were so close, and this was a giant step, it was a salve to the aching tension that had blossomed between them. Eric grunted and shoved Butters onto his back. He supposed there was no 'non-gay' way to go through with any of this. But he also determined that he probably didn't need to save face in front of the tiny blond. Eric spread Butters legs like he would any girls and proceeded to undress him with an urgency.

After undressing himself, Eric pinned Butters down against the blankets and used his knees to push his legs farther open. Butters shivered, the cool air stimulating every nerve in his body, he was tense, his senses all burning.

"Ah, Eric." He licked his lips, his fingers clenching the sheets waiting for the larger male to act. Eric moved back, stuffing his fingers past Butters swollen lips to his warm wet mouth. His two thick fingers, rubbing over his tongue till they were soaked in warm saliva. Eric relished in the choking sounds Butters was making just by filling his mouth up, he smirked growing aroused. He knew that it was kinda sick. Regardless, he pulled his fingers away and moved his hand down to Butters' ass. Pausing long enough to make eye contact with his blue eyed counterpart. Eric was hungry to see Butters' pain and fear. Eric swallowed hard, finding the scared look on his face irresistible as he push two thick fingers inside, stretching him, demanding his body to adjust to the intrusion. Butters moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain as Eric forced and stretched him more by each passing moment.

Butters muscles clenched tight, his pale blue eyes alive with excitement and fear as he watched Eric at the end of the bed watching his eyes, his erection rubbing on his lower belly. Eric's hard shaft was pressed into is own stomach as he knelt over Butters, more then eager to start pumping into him. He spit onto his palm and rubbed the extra moisture over Butters' little balloon knot before moving in for the kill. He rubbed the head of his shaft slowly over tensed entrance. Butters would need a little convincing if he was going to relax. "It's going to hurt if you don't relax a little." Eric grunted, as he pulled the smaller blond closer probing him lightly.

Butters nodded slowly taking deep breaths finely untensing enough for Eric to slowly push inside of him, his heavy shaft forcing itself deeper, inch by inch. Butters cried out, wrapping his arms about Eric's neck holding him tightly as he gasped in pain. Eric was trying hard to be gentle...trying. He slowly picked up the pace, pushing harder, letting Butters dig his fingers into his shoulders.

"Mmh, good." He whispered by Butters ear, hoping to keep him calm.

Eric scooped Butters up sitting up with the smaller male propped on his lap in almost a sitting position as he awkwardly moved him back against the headboard, rocking his thick length into him. Butters was trembling, his precum dribbling down his tiny pink shaft. Eric groaned, really thrusting into him as if to try to split him in two. The tears rolling down Butters' cheeks only exciting him further. His hands roughly grabbed hold of his slender thighs for leverage and he hardly acknowledge the warm spray of Butters cumming on his chest and belly. As Butters whole body tensed up trembling, set Eric off, in turn. He gasped as Butters tightened around his erection, with a groan, he dumped his load deep into Butters.

Eric with a final huff, ran out of steam, pinning Butters against the head board, at least until he caught his breath.

"Eric..." Butters chirped what felt to be half an hour later.

"Mh..." Came the incoherent grunt from atop him.

"...I can't breath..."

There was a small chuckle, and then finally Eric stirred, pushing his body off of the tiny blond that was stuck beneath him. Eric noted that he was sticky and covered in Butters cum. He took a deep breath before hauling himself off the bed with some effort and headed into the bathroom to turn the shower on.

Butters scooted off the bed, bouncing up and followed Eric into the bathroom. He glanced over his shoulder at the intrusion, a cool look gracing his features. Cool enough to make Butters hesitate. "...can I shower with you?" He mumbled, suddenly nervous again despite the warmth that they just shared.

Showers were intimate and being close like that was just too much for the chubby brunette. "...No." He frowned running his hands through his hair. "...You can shower in five minutes. Go sit." He gestured before ignoring Butters.

Butters opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, turning and went out to sit on the bed and wait for Eric to finish.