A/N: This is not the final chapter. I promise. Just because they have sex, it doesn't mean they're together.

Omfg. :'c The last chapter took way to long to update. I had this one planned out, but now I lost some of the ideas. :"c Please forgive me if this chapter isn't as good as it should be.

Possible warnings: Mature content. Finally.

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"So..."

Eric and Butters were in the brunet's car, driving to his house. Eric kept glancing over at the blond "girl" in his seat, who was fidgeting nervously. Eric wasn't stupid; he didn't believe Butters for a second. Eric thought that it was obvious that it was really Butters sitting in his seat. He thought that anyone would be able to figure it out. In reality though, Butters could pass as a girl; Eric had only spent enough time around the blond to recognize him.

"If you're not Butters, why did you come up to me?"

Butters' eyes widened; he really hadn't thought this through, had he? Dougie was right-this had been a bad idea. What if the kids at school had recognized him? No one but Eric had said anything; Butters had avoided Kyle and Wendy, the smartest kids in their grade, all day, and he hadn't seen Stan-the raven haired boy was probably at home sick; he hadn't looked well the day before when they were at the movies. What if someone figured it out though and Eric was embarrassed to have been seen with him? Butters didn't stop to think about the fact that he usually dressed in girly clothes-Hello Kitty shirts and short shorts-anyway and that Eric still hung out with him. He was beginning to worry so much that he had to worry if he was becoming like Tweek. Eric surely wouldn't hang out with him if he acted like the Tweak boy.

"I, uh...Well, I-I know who you a-are already." The blond boy stared down at his fidgeting hands, not making eye contact with the boy beside him. He was afraid that if he did, Eric would know he was lying. "I-I overheard the girls talkin' about you this morning outside. Th-they were sayin' that y-you were dating a r-real nasty girl an-and th-that you could do much better." Butters glanced up in time to see Eric's hazel eyes narrow. He looked back down at his hands, which were still fidgeting, in his lap. "I-I'm new here and I ju-just thought that maybe you would like to da-date."

Butters hadn't planned on doing that; it had just slipped out of his mouth. He had originally only wanted to cause trouble with Wendy and Eric so they'd break up.

'Well,' He thought, trying to keep optimistic. 'If I get Eric to date me-even if it wouldn't really be me-it would cause them trouble..'

"My bitch girlfriend is getting a bit much."

Butters looked up at his friend, eyes wide once again, shocked; he hadn't expected the boy to actually go for it. Was Eric saying that they could date?

"But she's hot. And she lets me touch her tits."

Butters blinked a few times before frowning. His face heated up and he knew that if Eric would stop tapping his fingers on his steering wheel, look away from the road, and look at him again, the larger boy would smirk at the color red on Butters' face. Eric would probably think that it was because he had said "tits", but it was actually because of what Butters was about to say.

"W-we could full around and..s-stuff."

This took Eric by surprise, but Butters had looked down at his lap again, his face even redder, when the brunet boy turned his head to look at him. (1) He frowned, not expecting Butters to say something like...that; it was Butters, after all. He forced his train of thoughts to stop-it wouldn't be good to put much thought into what he was going to be doing in a few minutes-when he reached his house, pulling into his driveway.

"My mom isn't home. Come on. We can go up to my room."

Butters waited until he heard Eric's car open and the brunet boy get out of his car before he opened his own stood, his legs shaky. He was about to fall down when the Cartman boy looked over at him. He rolled his brown eyes, thinking that his friend was a pussy, before he walked over to the blond boy and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"U-uh, E-Eric, what..?"

Butters was so distracted by the fact that Eric's other arm was wrapping around his legs to realize that he had accidentally used Cartman's first name when the boy hadn't told him it. The Cartman boy was lifting Butters up like he was a bride and if the boy's face hadn't already been red, it would have been now.

"A-ah, don't drop me."

Butters didn't think that Eric would drop him-the boy was strong; he was on the football team, after all-but he reached up wound his arms around the larger boy's neck. Eric was warm and Butters found himself pressing against the other boys' chest, loving his touch.

Eric rolled his eyes, more at Butters' statement than the fact that the boy was clinging to him; he didn't mind that part so much. Eric was carrying Butters all the way up to his room. He had to smirk; the blond was clinging him more because they were going up to his room. When he finally reached his room, which had changed a lot from when they were younger, he placed the blond boy on his bed.

Butters stared up at Eric, a mix of fear and-it took Eric a moment to recognize the look because it wasn't one he had ever seen Butters give anything in his life-lust. How far would Eric want to go with him? Did he really want to "fool around and...stuff" as Butters had suggested? How far would Butters himself go?

'All the way.'

Butters swallowed, waiting for the boy to do something other than stare down at him like he had never seen him before.

'He thinks he hasn't. Right.'

"Wh-what?"

Butters fidgeted, nervous. He watched the larger boy shrug and move to lean over him. Eric was staring right down at him, their eyes-brown and blue-meeting.

"E-Eric...please.."

Butters didn't know what he was asking for. For Eric to kiss him? To touch him? More?

Eric Cartman was not as experienced in these matters as he'd like people to think. Despite what he had told Butters about touching Wendy's breasts, he had never done anything with a boy. How would he? He wasn't Clyde; he didn't want people to know he fucked boys. He didn't want to be called a fag. He wasn't one anyway; a hot piece of ass was a hot piece of ass. It didn't matter that he preferred a cock over a fishy vag-which he was sure Wendy would have.

Eric reached down to cup Butters' face in his large hands. The blond's skin was smoother than Wendy's and Eric briefly wondered what else would be smooth on the boys' body. He leaned his head down, placing a chaste kiss on the boy's soft lips, the light moan Butters made turning him on. He moved between the boy's legs, getting no objections. He removed his hands from Butters' face and placed them above the blond's ankles; he ran them slowly, achingly slowly for the boy under him, from there all the way up to the end of his skirt. He paused for a second before letting them slip below the fabric of his friend's dress.

"E-Eric...what are you...?"

Butters' face didn't look scared or nervous-which he was-like Eric had expected from the smaller boy. The blond just looked up at the football player curiously.

"Well, if you must know, I'm seeing if your ass feels as fine as it looks."

Butters blushed once again, but made no objections.

"O-oh. Well, al-alright then."

Eric slipped his hands into the boy's underwear-he was wearing panties, for fuck's sake-and grabbed at the boy's ass. He had been right-Butters' ass was fine. Butters' face heated up and the blond boy let out a moan, this one louder than the one he emitted before.

"Eric...I...I.."

Butters trailed off, not knowing how to say wanted he wanted to say. He was too shy to say the words "fuck me" to his best friend; Butters didn't even like to swear. He wanted to get the point across to Eric though, so he swallowed once again before wrapping his long, slim legs around Eric's hips.

"Butters, your ass is nice. Better than Wendy's."

Butters blushed more, smiling, before all of what Eric had said sunk in.

"N-now, da-darn it! I-I told you, I-I'm not Butters!"

Butters didn't stop to think about screaming at a large football player who was on top of him. He felt safe around Eric; he knew that the boy wouldn't be cruel to him like he was when they were younger.

"N-now, stop sayin' that because it's makin' me mad!"

Eric looked slightly pissed off. He was beginning to get tired of the boy denying it.

"Butters, I can feel your boner. It's pressing against my thigh."

Butters blushed again, breaking eye contract with Eric.

"N-nonsense."

Eric sighed, getting irritated at his friend. He removed one of his hands from Butters' ass to take the wig off of the boy below him.

"U-uh, Eric..."

Butters didn't know what to say, caught in a lie. Eric didn't give him much of a chance to say anything anyway though. The brunet growled a low "Shut the fuck up, Butters." before he pressed his lips to the blond's once again, this time longer and with more pressure.

Butters squeaked, not knowing what to do with himself for a minute. Finally coming back to himself, he kissed Eric back softly, not with the same force the other boy had. He wanted this, really, but he wanted to take his time and let it last. He ran his slim fingers through Eric's brown locks, shocked about how soft they were. He tugged on them gently before letting them go to run his fingers over Cartman's face, trying to memorize how it felt.

Butters moaned suddenly, his eyes flying open; he hadn't even realized that they had been closed. Eric had slipped his hands back into Butters' underwear again, one hand still on the curve of his ass, the other now stroking his cock.

"E-Eric!"

Eric smirked down at the smaller boy beneath him. He kept stroking, his strokes even and long, and would occasionally squeeze the boy's ass, loving the way it felt; it was smoother and more round than Wendy's.

"Oh Eric.."

It wasn't long before Butters was cumming, shooting his load on Eric's hand.

"Sick, Butters."

Butters watched as Eric pulled his hands out from the boy's dress. He was tired, letting his eyes slip closed, before he saw what Eric wiped his cum on. He had a feeling that he would have to wash his dress before he wore it out in public again any time soon though.

"My turn. Get on your knees-...Oh, dammit Butters!"

When Eric looked back at his tired friend, after wiping the boy's cum of onto his yellow dress, the blond boy had fallen asleep.

"Fuckin' cock tease.."

He muttered to himself, getting up to go take a shower. He'd make Butters pay for falling asleep later.

"Eric?"

Butters was staring sleepily up at his friend. Eric had just came out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel that was wrapped around his waist, the sound of the door closing behind him having woken Butters.

Butters sat up, rubbing at his sleepy eyes. He blushed when the strap of his dress came down a little, revealing a portion of his shoulder, and causing him to remember what had made him tired in the first place.

"Butters, listen." Eric sat down on the bed by him. Butters was worried; he didn't see the expression on the brunet's face often. "I won't date you." Butters could feel his eyes tearing up and he fought to hold them back. "But if you want to fool around and....stuff, as you put it, then," He shrugged. "I'll do that."

Butters stared at Eric for a moment. Could this really be happening? He hadn't won-the boy hadn't agreed to date him-but he'd let Butters touch him?

"A-alright Eric."

Cartman nodded before standing up to look for a clean pair of clothes to put on.

"Good. Now put on your clothes. It's late and your psycho parents are going to have a fit."

Butters gulped. He would definitely get grounded from being out so late, but it was worth it.

A/N: ...I hate this chapter so damn much. I'm being serious. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way. XC

(1) O_o I swear when I was typing this part, the song "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne started to play in the movie I was watching.