CHEATER CHEATER

Chapter Two

Kenny climbed under his stained sheets just as dawns first light filtered through the thin curtains. Karen's cries could no longer be heard through the walls, and his parents had stopped yelling at around three. He knew he should get a move on and get ready for Eric's soon, but his lids were already drifting closed...

Butters was awake too, but nowhere near as relaxed. He held still as Eric, fast asleep, nuzzled into his neck. He knew what would happen when Eric woke up, and he was looking foreward to it, but it also confused him. Being the sweet, innocent child he always had been, he didn't know why both Eric and Kenny had been acting the way they had recently. Butters may have been naive, but he was observant, and he had noticed all of his friends acting strangely recently. Stan, for instance, was no longer depressed at Wendy's apparent lack of affection. He'd even made an effort to tuck his emo fringe back under his hat, not having had the opportunity to cut it off yet. But Kenny and Eric were the wierdest. Kenny had been the first, one day when he and Butters had been wondering aimlessly through the streets. Butters had found himself dragged into an alley and crushed to the wall, Kenny's lips hot on his own.

Eric had followed suit a few days later. He and Butters had been hanging out at his house. His arm slowly snaked around Butters' shoulders, their faces inched closer, and their lips met. Eric's lips were soft, the kiss sweet. Too sweet coming from the mouth Butters was so used to hearing abuse out of. Abuse usually aimed at him.

So although Butters thouroughly enjoyed his encounters with the boys, he didn't fully understand them either.

Eric stirred beside him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh, hey Butters." Eric greeted him sleepily, pulling Butters' face towards his own and planting a tender kiss on his lips.

"Mornin' Eric." Butters' voice made Eric tingle, but he'd never admit this. Back to being fully awake, he pulled Butters' hair until he rolled into his lap. Butters whimpered slightly at the rough play, but didn't complain when Eric forced their faces together.

Butters allowed Eric to put his hands were he would, but they both eventually came to rest in his pants, on at the front, one at the back. It wasn't a particularly comfy arrangement, but both boys were willing to live with it in order to continue their passionate embrace.

When they were done, Eric stroked Butters sweetly and withdrew his hands. They looked at eachother a moment, Eric hoping for the promise of silence, Butters expecting a reason for the touching of what he still called his 'weiner'.

But neither said a word. Butters rolled off the bed and switched his jammies for his clothes and baby blue hoodie. Eric watched in silence, mind blank, except for the colour orange.

Butters exited Eric's room, creeping down the hall and the stairs. He broke into a run as soon as he had closed the front door.

He saw Kenny running in the opposite direction on the other side of the street. They both stopped, staring eachother out. Kenny saluted with two fingers, and Butters waved, noticing the little kids playing in the snow a few yards away. No kisses from Kenny. Not with witnessess.

Butters watched Kenny run away, brown shoes almost falling off his feet. He still hadn't grown into them. Butters didn't run anymore, he strolled home, thinking.

Butters may not have understood what was going on with his friends, but he did know one thing.

He wasn't supposed to tell.

Stan pressed the doorbell. Stan knocked on the door. He knocked again. Starting to get frustrated, he leaned on the doorbell with his forehead. Kyle's parents weren't home, but he knew Kyle was.

Just as he stepped down off the doorstep, the door opened, and a very sleepy looking Kyle stared blearily out at him.

"What the fuck, Stan?"

Stan laughed, because even though it was obvious Kyle had only just woken up, his hat was secured tightly to his head, as always.

"Hey. Hey, Kyle?" Stan whispered, stepping foreward. "Guess what?"

Kyle's eyes narrowed. He held onto his hat flaps. "What?"

"Got your hat!" Stan yelled, running past Kyle and pulling his hat out of his grip in the process. Kyle began to laugh, slamming the door and chasing him through the house. Stan managed to make it halfway upstairs before Kyle grabbed his knees and he collapsed. He felt his hat pulled off his head, his dark hair flopping into his right eye. For a fleeting moment, he wondered how he had ever managed to deal with it being like that constantly. The usual stab of pain when remembering Wendy returned, but was soon brushed away as Kyle grabbed his own hat back and dashed up the stairs.

Stan followed after gathering himself up, but Kyle had dissapeared. All the doors in the hall were closed. Stan crept to the first, Kyle room, and swung the door open. The room was empty, the double matress they had all slept on two nights prior leaning up against the wall.

The next room was Kyle's parents'. The bed was neatly made, no knick-knacks were hanging around. There were no clues as to the fact that anybody lived in this room. Stan closed the door, not even stepping over the threshold.

Ike's room was littered with toys, several of which began to talk as Stan kicked his way through them. He checked Ike's closet, and under his crib. Nothing.

Stan moved back into the hallway. The only door left was that of the bathroom. He knew Kyle would have to be in there. He flexed his fingers, ready to grab the hats and run.

However, when the door slowly creaked open before him, Kyle did not run by him. The shower curtain was not pulled across the bath.

"Kyle?" Stan called, getting a little weirded out. Where the heck was he?

"Sucker!" Kyle cried, jumping on Stan's back and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Stan felt a hat pushed onto his head, but it wasn't his own. The green flaps fell against his face lazily.

Stan giggled too and carried Kyle back to his own room, where he dropped him on his bed. Kyle's ginger curls were springing out from underneath Stan's hat, which he had jammed onto his head whilst hiding in the compartment under the window seat.

Upon dropping Kyle, Stan dropped too, on top of him. Both boys were suddenly filled with something they had never felt with eachother before, and that was passion. Stan had always wanted to let go like he did now, feeling Kyle's legs wrap around him and clench tight. Kyle, however, wasn't focused too tightly on the situation. He was seeing orange...

When Kyle's mother returned to the house, she discovered her son and his friend sleeping in bed together, shirtless and sweaty. She dared not enter the room for fear that, when she removed the blankets, she would find they were much more than shirtless. She was right, too. Kyle's hand was resting on Stan's thigh, and Stan's hand splayed across Kyle's belly.

Kyle woke up first. He glanced at Stan and groaned inwardly. Nothing had happened. They had stripped eachother and made-out a lot, still wearing eachothers hats. But it was the most he had done with anyone, ever. No girl had ever seen him naked. He'd never touched a naked girl.

He stroked Stan's thigh, and Stan stirred, laying his head on Kyle's chest. Kyle stroked his hair.

"I guess we're...dating now?" Kyle asked uncertainly, his voice echoing around his chest and buzzing into Stan's ear.

Stan grinned. He knew now. Kyle hadn't acted strangely all day, and the fact he was the one who brought it up meant he wanted it. Stan nodded, saying "Yeah, guess so."

Kyle took Stan's chin between his fingers and lifted his head, so their eyes were on level.

"Awesome." He said simply, and crushed his lips to Stan's.

"Hey !" Came a sweet, innocent voice, echoing up the stairs. Sickly sweet. Faked innocence.

Stan and Kyle broke apart, their eyes locked.

"Shit!" They hissed at the same time, and jumped up from the bed. Stan hopped around, trying to cram his foot into his tight jeans, and Kyle flapped his hands, eyes searching for a shirt, somewhere, anywhere!

They dressed, Eric's heavy footfalls hitting the top step. Kyle turned on his XBox and handed Stan the controller. The boys looked eachother over. Their eyes stopped at their heads.

Blushing, they reached out and took their hats back, stuffing their embarrassing hair out of sight. They flopped onto Kyle's bed just as the latch clicked.

"Kyle." His mother said snippily, shielding her eyes a little as she entered the room. "Eric Cartman is here."

"Sure thing, mom, send him in." Kyle answered non-chalantly, glancing away from the screen for a second.

dropped her arms and allowed the door to swing open fully, revealing Eric.

"Hi, friends." He crooned, wondering over to Kyle's bed and sitting on the floor. "What you playin'?"

"Oh, you know, just another zombie game." Stan said, condescendingly throwing a wide-eyed glance Eric's way. "Wana join, friend?"

"Sure!" Eric cried excitedly, catching the pad Stan had thrown at him.

sniffed, nodded, and left the room. Eric discarded the pad and crashed down onto Kyle's bed. Stan threw himself off before impact. Kyle was not so lucky.

"Oh, fuck you, fatass!" Kyle yelled, his voice muffled under Eric's weight. Eric laughed.

"Shut up, Jew face!" He giggled, rolling off Kyle.

Before Kyle could retort, Stan interjected, stretching and groaning. "Yepp, well, I was just leaving." He winked suggestivly at Kyle, heading for the door. "See you buddies later!"

"No, Stan, don't leave me alone with-"

The door slammed.

"Him..."

Kyle turned his head slowly. Eric watched him, grinning.

"Dude, before we even start making out," Kyle said seriously, holding up a finger. "I think Kenny knows."

"K-Kenny?" Eric stammered, looking nervous.

"Yeah, he...uh..." Damnit, he should have rehersed something. "He was saying me and Stan were gay for eachother"-He winced. That kind of hurt. The word 'boyfriend' flashed in his head. Ouch. "And he sorta winked at me, and said 'Don't worry, I won't tell Eric'."

Eric's eyes narrowed, and he bit his lip.

"You're sure that's what he said?" He asked, a little shaky.

"Yeah, but...I'm sure it's fine." Kyle took Eric's head and tried to pull them together, but Eric resisted.

Bad move.

"Hey, lard-ass!" Kyle yelled, throwing off Eric's hat and tugging his hair, much like Eric had done to Butter's that morning. "Don't you wana kiss me?"

"Yes!" Eric whimpered. "Yes, of course I do Kyle. Ouch, Kyle, I'm sorry, just let me go!" Tears were beading in his eyes.

Kyle looked down on Eric with satisfaction. The beginning of their relationship had been like this. Kyle had finally snapped. The sexual tension and the anger he felt as a puberty-sufferer all balling up together and bursting out.

Kyle pushed Eric down, face first, onto the pillows. His heated time with Stan was still fresh in his mind, and he needed relief. This was it. Eric was going to get it.

Little did Kyle know Eric had already been in a similar situation just an hour or so before. With Kenny.

Speaking of which, he was lying in bed. No-one was home, and there was silence.

Kenny would be the first to admit that he was a perv. Just not with girls, as everyone seemed to think.

He'd already reminisced enough times about his afternoon with Eric. Now he was thinking about Butters. His innocence was really hot. Right then, Kenny was thinking about what it would be like to soil that innocence. Butters had a cute little face, and an even cuter little butt that Kenny would love to ride.

Kyle, on the other hand, was not another perverted game of Kenny's. He felt for the others, sure, but Kyle...Kyle was something new. He felt desperate for him, he was sure this was love.

Kenny had been calculating a plan for a while. He had asked Kyle about their superhero game, and Kyle had no idea what he was talking about. Kyle may have been smart, but he had the attention span of everyone their age. He forgot all their childhood games the second they were over.

But, for Kenny, it wasn't a simple game. It was life, the way it was. He knew it was the same for Eric too, but would never speak to him about it, since it was a battle between them, and he wouldn't want to ruin...whatever it was they had.

Kenny made juggling motions with his hands. Kyle, Cartman, Butters. Kyle, Cartman, Butters.

This became more than names. Kyle, Cartman, Butters and Kenny...Shiver...

Sorry nothing much happened in this chapter...I need build up you know!