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Some smut, though it probably won't be what you expect ;) Sorry Larjus!

Vodka equals jealousy

Next up was the party at Cartman's house. Those were usually the ones were things went crazy. Cartman's mom would leave and Cartman himself usually didn't give a shit about what happened to the place as long as people stayed clear from his personal stuff, like his videogames, his X-Box and Mister Kitty. All those were locked in his room leaving the rest of the house open for guests. Clyde always figured he hired people to clean afterwards, it was the only explanation as the mere thought of Cartman cleaning was hilarious. The door was already open when Clyde walked up to Cartman's house. He had brought cheesy poofs for the other boy, figuring it would be the appropriate thing to bring. And he was right.

"Clyde, my man!" He was greeted by a happy and slightly pink Cartman who slapped him on the back. He took the bags from Clyde and opened one of them immediately.

"Stuffing your face again, fat boy?" Kyle had joined them, leaning over Cartman's shoulder from behind to grab some chips too.

"Shut it, Jew." But he let him grab some and watched as Kyle hang over his shoulder, eating them. Clyde grinned at the sight of the two of them and stepped inside, letting them bicker and fight each other for the chips. The regular crowd was already inside: Kenny and Stan on the couch, laughing and talking and Token, Craig and Tweek were standing near the kitchen. After some hugs from Bebe, Wendy and Stan and some inappropriate groping from Kenny he joined his friends.

"Sup, dudes!" He ruffled Tweek's hair, who 'eeped' and rain into the kitchen. He just laughed and fist-bumped Token. Craig ignored him, which didn't prevent him from pulling him into a hug.

"Craig, dude!"

"Donovan." He didn't respond to the hug, like Clyde knew he would. He accepted a beer from Token. Craig looked at him like he was contemplating something. Then he grabbed Clyde by his arm and dragged him off towards the end of the room. Token raised his eyebrows but looked around to join someone else. Craig and Clyde often had little moments like these.

"You're not getting drunk again." Craig said sternly.

"But, but Craig!" He whined. Craig flinched at his voice. "It's the end of the year I'm allowed to get wasted!" Craig looked at him and Clyde squirmed at his look.

"You never know when to stop, Clyde." Okay, that was true.

"I promise Craig, I won't get drunk tonight, just tipsy, really!" Craig was silent. "Pinky swear?" Clyde proposed, holding out his pinky. Craig stared at it.

"Sometimes you are so extremely faggy." Clyde pouted and leaned in.

"Aww, but you still love me so much, don't you Craig?"

"Stop it. Stop it, this instance." He looked annoyed. So naturally, Clyde pressed on, slinging his arm around his shoulder and secretly taking in Craig's smell.

"Don't worry, I love you too, Craigy." He kissed his thin cheek.

"Call me that one more time, Donovan and I swear to-."

"Clyde!" Kenny walked up to them. "Come sit on the couch with us!" He pointed to where Stan and Bebe were already sitting. Clyde didn't want to leave Craig but didn't really have a choice as he was dragged off. He was forced onto the couch but caught Craig's eye as he sat down. He held out his pinky and mouthed 'pinky swear' to Craig, who nodded curtly and stepped into the kitchen.

The rest of the night he sat on the couch with Stan and Kenny, talking and laughing. He kept his promise however and alternated between beers and cokes throughout the night. Stan had had to make a similar promise to Kyle but they were still in a happy mood. Kenny and Stan were whispering urgently to each other and had their eyes on Kyle and Cartman who were talking to each other in one of the secluded corners of the room. Cartman had one of his hands on the wall next to Kyle's head, leaning in and smirking a bit while they were debating something. Kyle was hesitantly smiling back at him, a blush on his face and one of his fingers was hooked into Cartman's belt, pulling him closer. Clyde heard Stan and Kenny debating about taking a picture but he wasn't listening anymore, looking around the room for Craig. He got up from the couch but figured he wouldn't be missed as he heard Stan and Kenny's sharp intakes of breath. He turned and saw that Cartman had moved in, kissing Kyle and pressing him against the wall. Kyle had responded eagerly and had wrapped one of his arms around his neck and was pulling him closer. Clyde turned away from the sight. Finding Craig was more important right now.

He figured that Craig may be in the kitchen, where he saw him go. The kitchen was empty however. His eyes moved over the tiles near the fridge, an idea forming in his mind. He checked to see if he was really alone and quickly got his sharpie out of his pocket. He always carried one around just to be sure. His tongue was peeking out as he hesitantly pushed the tip of the sharpie against the tiles. He didn't want to get caught and he wanted to make sure that nobody saw it was him doing it. Cartman would be sooo pissed when he found out but he didn't care at that moment. Slowly he drew half a circle with the sharpie lifted it and drew a little line next to the half-circle. He left these messages all over school and other houses. He didn't really know why. He just liked doing it so damn much. Especially Craig's face when he encountered another one of them. Sometimes he would ignore it or roll his eyes, sometimes he would cross it out with his own sharpie.

So, what would it be this time? Craig Tucker Mother Fucker? Craig Fucker? He settled on Craig Tucker Cock Sucker. He was just finishing the last 'r' when he heard a low voice in his ear.

"I knew that was you." He turned and met Craig's indifferent face, though a small smile was tugging on his lips. It seemed as if he wasn't offended by it in the slightest.

He grinned at Craig and held out the sharpie for him. "Do you want to write something?" Craig took the sharpie and wrote quickly in his slanting writing style:

"And fucking good at it." Just underneath it. He handed the sharpie back to Clyde, who grinned at him. Clyde kept grinning and leaned up to put his arms around Craig's shoulders to hug him.

"You're funny, Craig."

"Yeah, all right."

Clyde kept hugging him and whispered in his ear. "I fucking love you man."

"For fuck's sake are you drunk again?"

"No! Really! Just tipsy!" It was true. "Can't I just tell you how much I love you from time to time?"

"You're so, so gay, Donovan" But he smiled a little as Clyde detached himself from him.

"Wanna go and sit in the backyard?" He asked Craig.

"Sorry, dude, I promised I would meet Tweek for a bit." Clyde watched Craig walk out and was deciding what more to write when he decided to go look for Stan for a bit. One more shot wouldn't hurt right? He walked into the living room and spotted Stan on the couch, talking to Kenny and a blush on his face. When he was in front of him he kicked his shoe.

"Hey there you are!" Stan exclaimed happily. "I was just going to go looking for you." He petted Kenny on his knee but the blonde was already talking to Nichole and got up.

"Wanna go to the balcony? Get some fresh air and maybe do some shots?"

"Yeah, sounds nice! Just one shot though. I promised Craig I wouldn't get drunk tonight." Stan got up and they went upstairs. Clyde frowned when he heard a noise and located it to come from Cartman's bedroom, whose door was open on a peek. He walked towards it, even when he heard Stan say behind him:

"Dude, I'm not sure you want to do that." But he had already pushed the door open a bit further. The blush was on his cheeks instantly. Cartman. With Kyle. They obviously hadn't heard the door because they were way too busy to notice anything but the other guy. Kyle was on his knees on Cartman's bed, hips pushed up and his head on his arms, clutching a pillow. His eyes closed and a dark red flush on his face. He was panting softly and he was moving back against Cartman. The bigger boy was on his knees behind him, a focused and determined expression on his face. He only had eyes for the naked redhead in front of him and he was moving in slow, steady grinds into him. Clyde's eyes widened when he heard Kyle's satisfied moans and Cartman's deep, guttural grunts. One of Cartman's hand was on Kyle's hips as he pushed into him, the other stroking his back in a surprisingly sweet manner. He leaned over Kyle and whispered in his ear:

"You feel really good, Kahl."

"Oh, God, you too. Please, harder!" Stan's hand grabbed Clyde and he was pulled back into the hallway. Stan closed the door and looked at him. Clyde was in shock.

"They- they were…Kyle, he-he was and-and Cartman. They, how, why?" Stan led him to the balcony.

"They- what-." He was still rambling as they sat down and Stan gave him a shot glass with vodka. But even in his own confusion he noticed that Stan wasn't so surprised as he was about all this. He took the little glass and turned to Stan.

"You- you knew?" Stan nodded as he sat the bottle down.

"Kenny and I figured them out months ago when they didn't even know themselves. It was just so obvious. They have been flirting and teasing each other for months now, kissing at every party, thinking we wouldn't see. Didn't know they had taken it this far though." They clinked their glasses together and nipped at their drinks. Vodka was for drinking slowly.

"You don't mind?"

Stan shrugged. "Not really. They keep each other in check, which saves Kenny and me from stepping in all the time." Clyde grinned and sipped a bit more from the vodka. It burned and had a distinct spicy taste.

"This is nice, where did you get that?"

"My dad. It's from Poland, with bison grass."

"What's bison grass, anyway?"

"Dunno, tastes good though."

They drank their vodka in silence. Clyde got up after they had finished their glasses. He had promised to stay at least a bit sober, so. As he got up and looked down at the front yard something caught his eye.

Craig. With his arms around Tweek. Suddenly everything around him was a blur and there was only one thing that stood out clear. His best friend holding Tweek against his chest and moving his hands over his back. And that fucking blonde boy pressing himself against the taller boy, clutching him desperately. Craig moved back and moved some hair out of Tweek's face and whispered something, a soft smile on his face. Clyde felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him.

"Dude, you okay?" He heard Stan's voice from far. But Clyde watched as Craig's hands cupped Tweek's cheek and lean in. Clyde turned away from the sight abruptly.

"Let's do some more shots."

"Look, we both promised our best friends we wouldn't get drunk."

"Well, they're both busy, so." He had a determined look on his face and Stan caved in.

"Okay, just one more."

Everybody who has ever gotten drunk knows that the sentence 'just one more' actually means: we're gonna drink until we pass out. Which was nearly exactly what Stan and Clyde did. Stan sensed that Clyde was upset and permitted him to refill and refill and refill his shot glass with the vodka. But instead of feeling better it only made him feel worse. The feeling of dread and sadness was immense and in some absurd way filling him up to the brim. But another feeling floated to the top of his mind every time he thought of Craig holding Tweek like that. It took him a moment before he recognized the feeling.

It was jealousy.

It made him angry that he was jealous. Craig was his friend, he should be happy about that! That had always been enough so why was he such a whiner all of a sudden? Was it all just because of that stupid kiss? But the idea of his best friend holding their blonde friend like that made him boil over with jealousy. Craig should hold him like that. Fuck, no he shouldn't be thinking this.

It was now a few hours later and he was drunk. He felt guilty for betraying Craig and violating his promise to him. But anger rose up in him. Screw Craig! He stumbled down the stairs, Stan had fallen asleep on the bench on the balcony and he wanted out. Out. His eyes couldn't focus anymore but he saw the party was getting to the point where people were getting so drunk that those who were dancing were dancing to a theme in their heads and all the others were laying on the couch with a misty grin on their faces. He grabbed his coat and walked out, not saying goodbye to anyone. He stumbled across the yard, past people laying in the grass kissing or talking. Someone called his name but he didn't listen he just kept walking. They called him again and through the vodka haze he recognized it: Craig. He was not up for this. But he was stumbling too much to stay ahead of him. He felt Craig's hand on his arm, turning him around. The vodka had made him so unstable however that he stumbled right into the warm chest of Craig.

"Clyde are you okay?"

"Fuck off Tucker." He grumbled, turning away from Craig and tried to walk off but he was pulled back softly by Craig.

"You sure you okay? Want me to take you home?" Craig's face was worried, he could tell, even through the thick haze clouding his vision.

"Leave me alone! Like you care anyway." Great, he had started to cry. He turned his head away from Craig but he knew the other boy had already seen his tears.

"What's the matter with you?" Craig demanded and he tugged him back as Clyde tried to walk away again, this time Clyde fell on the ground at Craig's feet and burst into tears uncontrollably.

"That's it, I'm taking you to my home, you can't face your dad like this."

"No! Leave me alone!" He whined, but Craig heaved him up by his arm and pulled it over his shoulder.

"Come on, Donovan." His voice didn't leave room for discussion, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. He struggled, but failed miserably in his dazed state. Craig may be thin but he was way stronger than Clyde was at this point in time. But Clyde continued to struggle and protest.

"Stop it! You mother fucker, fuck off! I hate you, Craig!" He shouted as Craig pushed him into his car. Craig got in and drove off. As soon as Clyde sat down the hazy feeling fell over him and his eyes refused to focus. From then on everything became blurry. He was calling Craig all kinds of names. Then he was pulled up the stairs and stripped off his clothes by Craig. Clyde had whacked the other boy repeatedly in his anger, fallen on the bed and made some remark about him and Tweek. Then, nothing.

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His headache was killing him. He kept his eyes closed trying to remember. Cartman's party. Drinking. Yes that felt about right, as he felt his head pound. Why did his bed smell different? It felt clean. Then he felt the other presence in his bed. The mattress dipped a bit because someone was in the bed with him. Someone warm, someone who smelled great. Craig.

"You can stop pretending to be asleep, I know you're awake." Clyde opened his eyes, flinching in the light. Blue eyes were staring back at him. Clyde could read Craig well normally, but not now. His look was closed off. It was a look normally reserved for when Clyde had done something particularly stupid or when Craig was pissed off at Clyde. Last night, especially the last part was a blur, not a good sign.

"Msorry." He rasped, his voice all heavy and husky. "I'm still really tired fro-."

"Yeah, I figured." Craig interrupted. Definitely not a good sign.

"I probably said a lot of stuff that-."

"You did." Craig not letting him finishing sentences was a bad thing.

"I probably didn't mean anythi-."

"You don't remember, do you?" Clyde was silent, digging around in his brain. He remembered being angry at Craig and Tweek. But now the anger was less than last night when under influence of alcohol. It was still there however. The end of the evening was unclear in his memory, soaked in some sort of vodka haze. Craig had taken him to his home because he was too drunk to face his dad probably. He had said god awful things to him on the way here, was that what this was about?

"I remember some of it. Look Craig I'm really sorry if I offended you, I didn't mean it." He said quickly, even when the fast thinking was crushing his brain from the inside. Craig was silent, looking at him. He got up from his bed suddenly and looked at Clyde.

"You should go home." Craig had never just thrown him out like that.

"Wh-what?"

"It's late, go home Clyde." This time there was emotion there. Anger. Craig was really, really angry. Clyde knew arguing with him was going to be futile. He got up from the bed, feeling awful and it wasn't just the hangover that did that. Obviously he had said and done things last night that made the black-haired boy very, very pissed off.

"Craig, please-."

"No questions." Clyde got up shakily from the bed. Man, he was still dizzy and the floor nearly moved under him but he got his clothes with shaking hands and dressed himself. Craig had his arms crossed and looked at the wall opposite of him. Clyde came up to him fully dressed but Craig opened the door.

"Craig, just-." But he was pushed out and the door closed in his face. He took a shaking breath. What on earth had he done?! He slowly walked downstairs and got out. The soft June sun was too hot on his face. He looked up at Craig's room but the other boy wasn't there. He walked down the street, feeling shaky and miserable and not just because of the booze still in his system.

So what do you guys think he did? Stay tuned to find out..