Uh, I do believe this is my attempt at doing something special because 20 chapters! Good Lord!
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YEARS EARLIER
The five boys were sitting together in the middle of the movie theatre. Eric and Butters were sitting together at the end of their row. The two had agreed to split on the snacks, the candies the blond bought were devoured quickly and the large popcorn Eric bought was on Butters' lap.
Their hands kept bumping into each other's when they would grab popcorn, but neither seemed to notice, they were too enthralled in the film. The two shifted in their seats until they were leaning against each other, still not paying attention to anything happening off screen.
"Sorry," Eric whispered when he accidentally missed the popcorn bag and grabbed Butters' leg instead and lingered.
. . . . .
Their class was on a field trip to an art museum in Denver. Butters and Eric were going through the galleries together, their comments on the paintings ranging from insightful commentaries, compliments for the artist's style, and mocking poses and the renaissance obsession with nudity.
As they walked the back of their hands would brush together, and neither made an attempt to move away.
. . . . .
All the guys went camping, and Cartman invited Butters to join. The guys didn't mind having Butters tag along, they just never made it a point to invite him, and Eric always made sure to include him in their conversations when the jokes started becoming too specific for the blond to understand.
Kenny offered Butters some weed, which he declined. Eric stepped in when Kenny insisted.
It was late when they headed back home, and everyone was exhausted. Butters was sitting in the back between Kenny and Cartman. He began dozing off during the ride and leaned his head against Eric's shoulder, who in turn leaned his head on top of the blond's.
Butters' hand fell from his lap to his side. Sure he was asleep, Eric lightly placed his fingers in the blond's palm, wrapping his thumb around his wrist.
Butters was the first stop, and Cartman gently nudged him awake.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he told Butters before stepping back into the car.
"Okay," Butters replied, a sleepy smile on his lips.
. . . . .
It was the middle of the night when Butters woke up. The alarm clock said 4:04 am. He was sleeping over at Eric's, the bedroom door was slightly ajar. He pretended to be asleep when it opened again and Cartman crawled back into the bed they were sharing (Eric's idea).
Butters used all his will power to even his breathing and quiet his heart when he felt lips against his own. Eric didn't kiss him full on, he just gently pressed his lips to the edge of Butters' mouth. The blond felt fingers caress his face, and then nothing, Cartman turned his back to him and fell asleep.
Butters woke up the next day and thought he dreamt it.
. . . . .
"Do you want to watch a movie at my place?" Butters asked Cartman.
"I have football practice," he replied, regret in his voice.
"Oh…" Butters thought for a moment. "Can I watch? We can watch a movie after." He held his breath, hoping that this was an okay invitation and football practice wasn't Eric telling him to subtly fuck off.
"Sure, if you want," Cartman replied, thrown off that Butters wanted to watch him practice.
Butters sat in the stands, smiling as he watched Eric easily take down every person who tried to tackle him.
. . . . .
School hadn't started yet and Cartman was going through his locker when Butters approached, two cups of coffee and two pastry bags in hand.
"Morning, Eric. Breakfast?" He asked, handing a cup and bag to the brunette.
"Thanks?" Cartman replied, hesitating but taking the treats from Butters. "Cinnamon rolls are my favorite!" He said, looking into the bag.
"I guessed as much," Butters smiled, taking a sip from his coffee.
The school bell rang.
"I'll see you later," Butters said.
Cartman nodded, taking a big bite from his treat.
. . . . .
The two were sitting on a school bench. Cartman had developed a terrible headache during class. Butters got him Tylenol from the nurse and rubbed and scratched his back until it subsided.
. . . . .
"What are you doing here?" Butters asked while he was lying in bed, exploding in a coughing fit.
"I just wanted to check in," Cartman said, walking into the room.
"I'm going to get you sick," Butters said, blowing his nose.
Eric shrugged and stayed with Butters.
The two talked and watched a movie, and neither acknowledged it was February 14th.
. . . . .
"Shut the fuck up, you assholes!" Butters heard Cartman shout.
The blond was in Eric's kitchen preparing himself a snack when the guys started ripping on Cartman in the living room. They were all over playing videogames.
"Years of being fat, even exercising all the time can't help you now," Kyle said, sprouting a new wave of laughter from the other two boys.
"Yeah, well he's an awesome quarterback and at least he looks healthy and not malnourished," Butters spat back when he entered the room.
That comment silenced the boys. One of Kyle's insecurities was how hard it was for him to gain muscle. A direct hit for the blond.
Butters sat next to Eric again on the couch and split the sandwich he made with him.
. . . . .
The two were sitting on Eric's bed, cross-legged and facing each other. They had been working on a science lab together and finished so Butters was putting everything away in his backpack.
"Huh, so this is how it feels like to finish something early," Cartman mused.
"I keep telling you to just work ahead. When you're bored and have nothing to do, just do homework or something."
"Fuck that."
Butters put his backpack on the floor and looked at Cartman.
"What is it?" Eric asked when he noticed Butters staring a little too intently at him.
On impulse, Butters tackled Cartman. He tightly grabbed the brunette's wrists and held them on top of his shoulders. He looked for a moment for any signs of resistance in Eric's eyes.
"Butters, what the fu-"
Butters kissed him, interrupting the complaint Eric was about to utter out of protocol. He was afraid if he heard Cartman question him, he would stop.
Butters was grateful when Eric began kissing back, and felt encouraged when he heard him moan beneath him. He pushed his tongue into Cartman's mouth and began rubbing it. He felt himself blush when Eric began sucking his tongue. As he held down the brunette he felt Cartman arch his back to push himself closer. He felt Eric's erection and pulled away, smiling.
"Wow, Eric, you're really hard. Who would have thought you're into this sort of stuff," he said, giggling. He had to keep this up, to be in control of the situation or else Cartman would never be honest with his feelings.
"Shut up, Butters! I'm not that hard, this is just what happens when… When…" Butters began kissing and sucking his neck and left earlobe, causing Cartman to lose his train of thought.
"Mhmm, when what, Eric?" Butters whispered into Cartman's ear, he was getting increasingly aroused.
He didn't expect this to work, but Eric kept moaning. Every kiss and suck drew out a new noise from the brunette's lips. Cartman was loving this. Butters pressed himself close to him so Eric could feel how much he was loving this too.
Butters sat up, a new thought coming to his mind. He was worried, maybe this was too much, or it was crossing the line, but he concentrated on all the little touches they've had over the years. All the flirting, all the time spent together. Butters couldn't do that anymore, he needed something more, and he was going to help Eric be honest with himself and his feelings.
"We're going to do something fun now. Can you sit on the floor, please?" Butters felt his heart pounding against his chest, but he kept his voice steady. He needed to be in control.
"Why?" Cartman asked. Butters saw him rubbing his wrists. He shouldn't have held them so hard.
"Eric, please. Just sit on the floor, preferably on your knees."
"No. Fucking. Way." The blush on Eric's face was too much.
"Are you sure?" Butters couldn't believe he was doing this, but he felt possessed. He unzipped his pants and began stroking himself. The way Eric was staring at him, he thought he was going to come then and there.
"This is pretty great too, actually. You watching, it's pretty great."
Cartman turned away at that. Butters stopped moving his hand.
"Wanna get a closer look?"
Eric turned to look at him, his brows scrunched in worry, his lips in a pout. Butters was convinced he was going to get pummeled, that Cartman was going to lash out and hit him. Instead, Eric slowly made his way to the floor and kneeled in front of Butters.
The blond felt his breath catch when Eric just sat there with his hands on his lap. He was looking up at Butters.
"You're so cute, Eric! Now c'mon. I know you've wanted to do this for a while. Plus, this will be more fun now that we're older."
Butters figured reminding Eric of how much he inadvertently asked for this would help push him along.
Cartman looked embarrassed, but he did lean forward, and Butters could feel his lips on the tip of his penis. Butters had to moan, and moan again when he felt the tip rub against the back of Eric's throat. Eric put his hand on Butters' right thigh and the blond continued to moan and sigh as Cartman licked him. Not only that, but the parts not in his mouth, Eric was stroking with his hand. Butters never thought it would feel this good. He never thought Eric would agree to any of this, but he had and Butters was sure he was going to lose his mind as punishment for pushing Cartman.
All the little noises the brunette made were too much. He was moaning and sighing as he sucked.
Suddenly Eric began sucking on Butters harder, and the blond could barely contain himself anymore. Before he could even warn him, Butters came into Eric's mouth.
Butters leaned back on his elbows and could hear Cartman swallow. Did he really just drink his cum?
"That was awesome," Butters said, still panting.
"Why didn't you warn me you were going to cum, I didn't want to drink it!" Cartman shouted at Butters as he wiped his mouth.
He had just come but Butters could feel his dick twitch again. The thought of Cartman drinking his cum was too much.
"You keep saying you don't want to do these things, but I know you do. I mean, you already did before," Butters reminded him.
"You don't know anything," Eric said.
"I bet," Butters responded, but he felt a pang in his chest. Was Eric truly upset, or was he trying to save face? He didn't want him to believe he was just using him to get off, that's not what Butters wanted at all. He patted the bed so Eric would join him. He would show him that this was an even thing.
Butters was happy when Eric sat with him, he was going to give him another chance. He moved to sit behind him, it worked so well earlier so again he kissed Eric's neck. He was satisfied when he heard a gasp escape Cartman's lips.
"It's your turn now." Butters leaned over and unzipped Eric. Again, he felt his dick twitch just from seeing how hard Cartman was. He began rubbing it. "I knew puberty would be good to you."
"What?" Cartman rested his head on Butters shoulder. The blond was even more excited about that casual touch than jerking off Eric. It meant the brunette was willing to relax and let Butters take over and get him off.
"I mean your dick finally caught up with the rest of you," Butters replied. He hadn't actually seen Eric naked since they were children. He obviously didn't pay much attention back then, but he remembered Cartman making a big fuss and pretending he wasn't small down there. He couldn't remember what it was like as kids, but he certainly wasn't small now.
Butters began pumping harder and Cartman groaned. He could feel Eric's full weight fall against him, but he held the brunette easily.
"You came pretty quickly," Butters said, a little pleased with himself.
"Well you rub someone that hard, they're going to come pretty quick," Eric said, catching his breath.
Butters cleaned Eric up. He began kissing his neck again, and he rubbed the brunette's love handles. He knew he would get made fun of if he told anyone, but Butters couldn't get enough of Cartman's girth. What made it better was hearing Eric moan and he touched him there. As he kissed Eric's neck he caught a quick glance at the clock. He dropped his hand.
"What now?" Cartman asked. Butters felt another pang in his chest. He wanted to keep going, to stay with him, but he had to go or he would get grounded.
"I have to go, it's late," Butters said as he got off the bed. Maybe this is the best thing so he could continue playing with Cartman.
"Wait, what?" Eric was upset and Butters felt terrible inside, but on the outside he tried to pretend like this was planned.
"Sorry Eric, I forgot my parents wanted me home early. Hopefully they won't be too sore at me, but I have to go."
"Wait, but what about-" Butters cut Cartman's question off with a kiss. He couldn't bear hearing him finish that thought. So many things ran through his head, he wanted to tell Eric he was sorry, that he wanted to stay with him, but that wasn't going to work. He knew Cartman. He had to get him to admit these things for himself if Butters had any hope for this relationship to move forward.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Butters told him, and left quickly before he changed his mind.
. . . . .
PRESENT DAY
Butters awoke to Cartman trailing kisses up and down his face and neck.
"Eric," Butters said, groggy but a smile on his lips.
"Morning," Cartman said, still kissing him. He was laying on his side, propped up on an elbow.
Butters turned to look at his boyfriend. Eric planted a kiss on the blond's lips.
"Happy eighteen months," Eric continued, a hand landing on Butters waist.
"Happy eighteen months," Butters said back, running a hand through the brunette's hair.
The two continued kissing until a growl could be heard coming from Eric's stomach. Butters smiled.
"Let's go eat something," Butters said.
The two got dressed and washed up and headed out to eat breakfast at a diner. They were sitting at a booth. Originally they were sitting opposite each other but Cartman got up and sat next to Butters, putting an arm around the blond's shoulders. They ate and shared food.
Cartman was finishing his coffee and Butters was scraping the last bit of cream from his plate (he got stuffed French toast) when the later spoke. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Eric replied, kissing Butters' head as the blond put his spoon in his mouth.
"When did you first fall in love with me?" Butters asked, looking at Cartman and putting another bit of cream in his mouth.
Eric shook his head as he thought. "I don't know. I'm not sure there was a conscious moment, it just sort of happened."
"I first fell in love with you when we were fourteen," Butters said, without skipping a beat. "You were showing me some new photo technique you learned and you were so excited. Of course the feeling still needed to develop, but I remember thinking that moment was so nice and I didn't want it to end. That's when I first fell in love with you."
"Fourteen?" Cartman asked in disbelief.
"Mhmm."
"I think I have you beat," Eric said. "We were twelve."
"Liar," Butters said, putting his spoon down.
"It's true. I don't know if you remember, we were in seventh grade and P.E. had just ended. The guys were ripping on me, as usual, and I was upset. You came to talk to me after. I told you it sucked because no one had my back, and you told me you did."
"I remember that," Butters said.
"That was the moment. Though, to be honest I think I loved you before that."
"That's such a long time," Butters mused. "Were you ever going to tell me? What if I hadn't made the first move?"
Cartman shrugged. "Probably. I was getting pretty close to telling you when you pulled that shit in my room."
"How would you have told me?"
"I'm thinking I would have just kissed you," Eric said, then added. "And not make you give me a blow job."
"It worked, didn't it?" Butters asked, a smile on his lips.
Cartman nodded, conceding the point to Butters.
Butters leaned over and kissed Eric.
"In retrospect I probably could have been more subtle," the blond acknowledged.
"Ya think?" Cartman scoffed.
"But we had been doing subtle for years before that. At that point it was go big or go home."
"I'm not complaining about that night," Eric assured Butters.
Butters reached over and grabbed his glass of water and held it out towards Cartman. "To another eighteen months," he toasted.
Eric grabbed his own water glass and clicked it against the blond's. "To another eighteen months."
I'm sure you all got it but I time jumped a lot in this chapter and just for clarification sake: We start in the past before the start of this fic and we see how Eric and Butters interacted before going out. Then we get the first chapter of this fic, but from Butters PoV. Then we get them now enjoying their 18 month anniversary. Yay!