"I'm out of here next week," Cartman said nonchalantly as he, Butters, Stan, and Kenny sat playing Uno.
"Hah, fucking Wild Card, take it bitch!" Stan told Kenny, then did a double take. "Wait, what'd you say?"
"Next week. I'm out," Cartman repeated slowly before laying his last cards down on the pile. "Uno, motherfucker."
"Dude!" Stan yelped, looking torn between being pissed and exhilarated.
"I'll have Slave pick you up so you can grab the last of your crap before hitting my place," Kenny mumbled, gathering the cards back up. "There's still a lot of stuff at Liane's. Butters unpacked most of your important shit, but we left the rest so you could go through it. Your room's only so big."
Butters could barely talk through his grin. "Ya lost a lot of weight in here so ah left most of yer clothes because ah didn't know what would fit anymore. But all yer knickknacks and gadgets and stuff are at h-home."
"When are you out? Saturday? I'm bringing beer," Stan announced decisively. "We four can play fucking video games all night, so many have come out, man. We've gotta catch you up."
"I'm actually out Friday but Saturday would be fine," Cartman said agreeably. "I have other plans Friday night," he continued, and smirked at Butters.
"Thank all the gods I work next Friday," Kenny muttered.
"Saturday's fine," Stan said, looking a little ill. "Couldn't pay me to come over before."
"Butters you are the same shade as a fucking firetruck," Kenny chuckled, and handed the smaller blond a bottle of water.
Butters bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited on his porch for Mr. Slave's truck to arrive. Cartman had insisted Butters not join him at his mother's house, wanting some private time with Liane before he came over. Butters had been disappointed not to be there to greet Cartman when he came out of juvie but his excitement quickly outweighed it.
He heard the truck before he saw it and squealed aloud, running to the curb as it parked in front of his house.
Cartman climbed out and grinned. "For fuck's sake, Butters, get over here and hug me before you pass out."
Butters threw himself into the brunet's arms, squeaking as Cartman crushed his ribs with his hug.
"Jesus Christ boys, I know you're excited but what's say we get your stuff inside so I can leave you alone?" Mr. Slave said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Cartman let go of Butters reluctantly but not before pressing a hard kiss to the blond's lips. "All right, fine. Whatever it takes to get you gone and get some privacy."
Butters dizzily led them inside and showed Cartman the bedroom.
Cartman whistled appreciatively. "Al must be paying you nice," he smirked, seeing the king-sized bed Butters had purchased.
All the boxes safely inside, Mr. Salve left with a cheery wave and a promise that all three boys would be at his house for Sunday dinner. The door shut behind him and Butters looked at Cartman, suddenly nervous.
"Don't you dare turn chicken on me now," Cartman growled softly, running a gentle hand down Butters' cheek.
Butters sighed and leaned into Cartman's chest, tilting his face up and pressing a gentle kiss to the taller teen's lips. He moaned as Cartman immediately took over, deepening the kiss and nibbling at his bottom lip. Butters automatically opened his mouth and moaned again at the feeling of Cartman's tongue tangling around his own.
"Bedroom," Cartman breathed and dragged Butters along, pushing him towards the bed as he shut the door.
"Please tell me this is okay," Cartman ground out as he tugged off his shirt. "I need to know before I go on and fuck I don't want to stop but I will."
"No!" Butters yelped, panicking. "Don't stahp! Ah'm okay, I swear!" He leapt off the bed and kissed Cartman feverishly, suddenly terrified he might not continue.
"Thank God," Cartman huffed and kissed him back, yanking Butters' shirt up and off quickly to minimize the time spent away from his lips.
Butters groaned wantonly as Cartman moved away from his mouth and began pressing kisses down his neck. He mewled and blushed as the brunet found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear.
"Do that again," Cartman murmured, and sucked on the same spot.
Butters obliged and felt his knees began to shake. He felt Cartman's fingers fumble with his zipper and he groaned again as the bigger teen gripped his bare ass and ground their covered erections together.
"Get them off," Cartman said breathlessly as he pushed Butters towards the bed again and hurriedly pushed his own sweatpants and boxers off, stepping out of them and practically throwing himself on top of the blond.
Butters yelped in pleasure as he felt Cartman's naked erection against his own for the first time.
"Tell me you have lube or so help me I will fuck you with shampoo if I have to," Cartman hissed. "And trust me when I say that shit itches when it dries."
Butters reached a trembling hand under a pillow and brought out a small bottle.
"Fuck yes," Cartman groaned as he snapped the cap open and poured a liberal amount on his fingers.
"Eric, um, ya don't need ta, um, prepare me or anything," Butters stammered, blushing.
"The fuck are you talking about? Of course I do, I'm no sadist. I'm not gonna hurt you, Butters."
"No ah mean, ah, uh, well…" Butters rolled over on his hands and kness and heard Cartman's sharp inhale as he saw the black plug in Butters' ass.
"Oh you perverted genius," Cartman whispered almost reverently. He removed the plug as gently as he could and tossed it aside. "Roll back over. Doggie style is all well and good but I wanna see your face this time."
Butters happily obliged and wrapped his arms and legs around Cartman, kissing him eagerly as he felt the head of his cock breaching his entrance.
"Sweet baby Jesus, you are so fucking tight," Cartman growled.
"Eric, move, please move, oh!"
No more words were spoken as the slap of flesh against flesh filled the room. Butters nearly screamed as Cartman brushed against something inside him that made him see stars. Cartman smirked at his reaction, angling his hips so he hit that spot with every thrust. Butters came quickly after that, Cartman following close behind with a yell muffled against the blond's throat that sounded like his name.
The teens lay together, catching their breath. Finally Cartman rolled of his smaller lover with a groan. Butters whimpered at his exit but was mollified as he was rolled onto his side so Cartman could spoon behind him.
"Welcome home, Eric," Butters murmured and smiled as Cartman kissed the top of his head in response.
"You bitch ass motherfucker," Stan shrieked as his video game character died for a third time. "Quit camping on me, you son of a bitch! How are you doing this? You should be rusty after six months without practice!"
"Ah, but I am a true gamer, and true skillz never die," Cartman laughed as he killed Stan again as soon as he respawned. Stan's string of expletives made him laugh harder.
"Get him, Eric," Butters chuckled. He wasn't participating in the bloodbath, instead playing Hello Kitty Island Adventure on his laptop. Cartman glanced over at his computer screen and shook his head.
"You are so gay it hurts," the brunet muttered, and threw a grenade at Kenny, who cursed loudly as he tried to dodge and failed.
"you're fucking his gay ass so what does that make you?" Stan huffed. He yelped as Cartman hit him in the face with a sofa cushion and started cursing again when he realized he'd died again while he was distracted.
"Makes him awesome," Butters mumbled, blushing. He blushed harder when Cartman looked at him like he was a particularly delicious meal he wanted to devour.
"Um, Kenny?" Stan said, pausing the game. "How about we go to your room and listen to that new CD I was telling you about? Really loud?"
"Fuck no, we're listening to it here," Kenny grumbled and glared at his two roommates. "You ain't fucking on my couch, go to your room!"
"With pleasure," Cartman growled and slung Butters over his shoulder before stalking from the room.
Stan made sure he heard their door shut before telling Kenny, "It's a wonder Butters can even walk, good God."
"You have no idea," Kenny replied tiredly, rubbing a hand over his face. "They were still going at it when I got home at seven in the morning. Thank the gods for headphones, dude. I may have to pick up extra shifts just so I can afford to soundproof their fucking room.
Stan heard a loud moan from across the house and hurriedly turned the volume up louder on the stereo.