"Huh... We shouldn't be doing this in here..." Butters stuttered a bit as he was pinned onto the stall's wall.
"Mmm... Come on... Nothing's gonna happen" Eric muffled a groan as he kissed the blond's neck "Let's do it Butters... Just a quick one..."
Butters was starting to pant heavily both from the fear and the deep arousal that the bigger boy knew how to awake in him effortlessly "No... Eric, please... I'll get grounded..."
"No one's gonna find out Butters..." Eric insisted and grabbed one of Butter's hands, leading it towards his groin and pressing it against his hardon "Look how you got me..." He squeezed Butter's hand around his hard member, making him moan a bit involuntarily.
The smaller boy gasped when he felt the hardness under Eric's pants and his own member twitched, staining his own boxers with precum. He was going to object again, but Eric dove once more onto his neck, this time suckling a bit at it "I know you want all of this inside you Butters... We just gotta be really quiet and it will be really quick..."
Butters managed to gather some strength to resist against the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling and half moaned "Ungh... We can do it later... At your house..."
"I don't want to wait until later" Eric kinda pouted a bit "I'm horny right now and I want you Butters..." Then, the larger boy pulled out a bit and looked at Butters "Maybe you don't want me? Is that it? You got tired of me already?"
Butters had welcomed the distance as it gave him some room to breathe and try to calm down a bit. But Eric's words pierced through him like cold knives. The blond boy stared at Eric for a moment, not able to articulate words, until the sorrow inside his heart became too big to hold it inside "NO! That's not it! How could I get bored of you!" Butters was breathing rapidly again but now it was because of how upset he was "Eric, I'm telling you the truth... I want you, I really do... I lo..."
The blond boy was interrupted by Eric's hand covering his mouth completely. The bigger boy was now looking at his friend with wide and troubled eyes and that made Butter's heart to break even further. Tears started to form in the blond boy's gray eyes and quickly landed in Eric's hand. The brunet looked at them and removed his hand, looking even more troubled now and definitely sad. Eric gulped and then sighed deeply "I... Fuck Butters... I didn't mean to do that... I was too into doing it with you and... Oh fuck, don't cry..." He leaned forward and wrapped one arm around Butters, holding his back, stopping barely short from hugging him. The blond boy quickly hugged him back tightly trying his best to contain his sobs. Eric pulled out from the embrace and looked at his friend's eyes "I'm..." He gulped and huffed "Let's just get out of here..." Grabbing Butter's hand, Eric led them both out of the stall. Luckily, the bathroom was empty as everyone was at the cafeteria. Just before going out, Eric squeezed Butter's hand gently and let it go "Go ahead and wait for me at the cafeteria. I'll go after you" He looked at the blond boy with somewhat apologetic eyes then "Just... Make sure no one sees you leave..."
Butters wiped the tears off his face and nodded, although his eyes clearly showed how sad and maybe even disappointed he felt.
During lunch Butters sat with Stan and the others but Eric, who went in just a few minutes later chose to sit with Clyde and Token, visibly trying to appear nonchalant under the surprised look from Clyde and the annoyed one of Token.
Butters frowned at that and pushed his plate away from him "Are you going to eat that?" A muffled voice asked beside him. Butters just shook his head without raising his eyes from the table and saw how the orange parka covered hand of Kenny grabbed his plate.
During class the blond couldn't concentrate at all, his heart was heavy with what had happened earlier. It hadn't been the first time, nor the tenth… Eric was known for being paranoid but when it came to them both and what they had been doing for a whole year already the brunet could be insanely cautious about anyone catching wind of it. And even when there was no one around, Butters always had to be cautious about his words. Some of them triggered a panicked reaction from Eric that cut whatever nice or heated moment they were having. Butters hated when that happened, not only because he really wanted to tell Eric everything he felt and hoped the fat brunet would reply in kind, but also because every time he had such a slip up, Eric would spend a couple of days apart from him, as if someone had caught them doing something wrong and he were under threat to not mess it up again.
And Butters really hated to spend time apart from Eric. In the latest years they had become really close, even more so than when they were kids. Butters had begun needing an excuse to be away from his increasingly toxic house and Eric had been pretty much ditched by his old friends who growing up had decided they wouldn't put up with his bullshit anymore. So they used to spend entire weeks together, at school and outside of it, holed in Eric's bedroom, basement or at some whacky place he dragged Butters to. That's how they started to be physically closer too. First it was sharing a bed because it was too cold for Butters to sleep on the floor. Then it had been leaning against each other while watching TV on the couch. Later it became spooning every night they spent together and holding hands while watching the stars at some remote part of the mountains. Until one night that they were about to sleep and Eric just moved over Butters and began to kiss him, removing his clothes and groping all over his chunky body. Obviously the blond hadn't protested, he had wanted that for years already and pretty soon they traded watching lame shows or talking for having sex two or even three times almost every day.
At first Butters was surprised and a bit overwhelmed by Eric's stamina and hunger. But it was so good and it meant that Eric wanted him too so he got used and they enjoyed that silent activity for a time. Although Butters started to become a bit bothered exactly at that lack of words between them when they had sex. Unless it were moaning or groans or commands from Eric for him to do this or touch him there, words were never uttered between them. They did spoke during the afterglow, when they were cuddling wherever they had decided to do it. At first it was just normal chatter, sometimes it could be deep and Eric opened up about some stuff but it wasn't often. Until Butters decided he wanted to talk about 'Them' and that's when the troubles began. The first time Butters called Eric his boyfriend the brunet kicked him out of the house and just after some minutes he threw the blond's clothes to him through the window.
Butters had never seen Eric so scared in his life and for a whole week Eric evaded him like the plague. Finally they got to talk again, or more like Eric shoving Butters into the brooms closet and fucking him senseless to then mutter a very low 'Sorry about the other day. But don't ever say that crap again'
After that Butters did tried to be more careful but still sometimes he got too excited or his heart felt so full of feelings towards Eric that he just couldn't help but blurting out something about them going on a date or wanting to hear Eric saying they were together. All of those times were met with the same fear in Eric's eyes and the same avoiding for a while, only to return some day later warning Butters against doing that. They weren't fags after all as Eric liked to put it, so there was no place to talk about mushy feelings.
When the bell signaled the end of class, Butters droned around the school, obviously not wanting to go back home but having nowhere else to go. He ended up at the back of the school, sitting on the stairs and finally breaking up in cry with his knees against his chest and his face buried in his arms.
His sobbing was quiet but the pressure of his grief was so big that the blond didn't hear anything around him until he felt something tapping at his shoulder. He was startled by that and quickly looked up, for a brief moment hoping that it would be Eric coming to apologize but he was met by the cobalt blue eyes of Stan that looked down on him with worry painted all over them "I saw how bad you were at lunch but never thought it would be so much to make you cry here"
Butters sniffled and wiped the tears off his face, trying to collect himself "It's nothing…"
"Bullshit" Stan rolled his eyes "What did he do to you now?"
Butters could see the concern and a bit of anger in the black haired boy. Eric's former friends knew of his 'special relationship' with the brunet since the first time Eric had one of his bouts of paranoia about it, when Kenny had found him walking up and down Eric's block, wailing in the middle of the night.
He had thanked them for not telling anything to Eric or anyone else about it but Butters still felt a bit apprehensive of them since they had abandoned Eric in a time that he seemed to need them a lot "The usual" Butters shrugged and looked away.
Stan sighed and patted on Butters' back "Come on, get up. We're going to my place"
The blond nodded meekly and followed Stan, at least he wouldn't be alone in the snowy night.
***Disclaimer: I don't own the South Park characters or any of the brand names mentioned in this story. I don't own any of the songs mentioned on the story or used as chapter titles.