If there was one thing Butters had learned about Cartman over the past couple of years, it was that fifty bucks was enough to get him to do most anything. Fortunately for Butters, when he had originally made the offer to Cartman, he had agreed. What harm could come from seeing a movie at Butters' house? If Butters was desperate enough to pay someone to be his friend then the evening would be pretty much uneventful and it would be an easy fifty bucks to sit there, eat and watch a movie.

Butters sat on the sofa, his legs pressed together, hands grasping his knees and his arms tense as he waited for the doorbell to ring. It was a Tuesday night, and there wouldn't be too much holding his...his 'prince' from arriving. Butters had spent a whole four hours of preparation. He had set out all of Eric's favorite snacks, choose a fairly innocent movie, something PG that he could tolerate watching and maybe if he was lucky, put Eric to sleep. Butters bit his lip nervously as another half hour had passed and Cartman was already over an hour late. It was still un-obvious to Butters that perhaps even with the fifty dollar bribe he still did not make it onto Eric's list of priorities. As Butters was thinking this he nearly jumped out of his skin as someone pounded at the door.

Butters jumped up off the couch and trotted over to the door opening it quickly and looking up to find Eric standing on his doorstep. Butters' breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened and cheeks flushed hot.

Cartman's eyes slowly narrowed as he watched Butters, having an idea of what might be running through that faggy little head of his. "You going to move so I can get this over with? You didn't pick some long ass faggot movie like Titanic right? I'm not watching that shit." Cartman growled in his usual baritone as he gave Butters a shove and walked inside making himself at home on the couch.

Butters eyelashes fluttered slightly and he gasped as his prince pushed him aside, escorting himself to the living room. "Um, no, no, I...it's not Titanic..." he responded slightly flustered. "I didn't think you were coming..."

"I wasn't. But since you haven't paid me yet, what the hell." Cartman added his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Do you want something to drink?" Butters asked softly looking shyly at Eric who was lounging on the couch and munching on the large blue plastic bowl of cheesey poofs. Butters couldn't help the heat that felt so apparent in his cheeks. He attempted to hide it by lowering his head a little.

Cartman looked over at Butters and examined him for a moment. "Yeah." He said, picking up the remote and started channel surfing.

Butters returned with a two liter bottle of soda and a large cup for Eric. He sat down one cushion away from where Eric had planted himself.

"Play the movie, Butters." Eric ordered as he pulled his hat off.

Butters did as was told and stood up putting the DVD into the player and quickly pushing 'play'. He then relocated back on the couch a little bit closer to Eric. Cartman, however, did not notice the slight change in the distance between the two of them.

And then the documentary of the pollination of flowers began.

Cartman was slightly stunned by this. "Butters, what the hell? Fucking Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Cartman asked in utter disbelief.

Butters winced slightly but steeled himself to Eric's cruel words. "...I'm um...paying you, remember? So...you said you'd watch...whatever...so...I just thought..."

Eric threw one of the sofa pillows at Butters' face silencing him. "Fucking, whatever is right." Cartman scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.

Butters bit his lip apprehensive about Eric's displeasure with his choice of film. Butters found the documentary so very appealing. It had all sort of lovely scenery and interesting information on beautiful flowers and lovely little nectar sipping creatures that brought him so much joy the first time he watched it, but it was disconcerting him that Eric hated it so.

"Well...we can always watch something else." He said meekly his soft blue eyes dropping to the floor.

"Right." Cartman grunted heaving himself from the couch while Butters pointed where the other DVD's were stashed. Much to Eric's horror, every other DVD was something that would surely burn his retina and rip his soul from his body in some disgusting fashion that he would care to elaborate on later. "Butters, get outside right now." Eric ordered in a stunned state of disgust.

"But Cartman, I liv--"

"Outside, Butters!"

Butters jumped up and grabbed his powder blue coat and stood on his doorstep, Eric strode out after him pulling the door closed behind him.

"Cartman...where are we go-"

Eric breezed past him, and so suddenly Butters found that he was being dragged by his hood from behind as Eric pulled him over to his black truck. "Inside, Butters." He ordered using the same flat tone from earlier.

Eight point four minutes later they were standing in one of the isles of Movie Buster while Cartman was looking for either a porno or some terrifying violent horror movie.

"Cartman...I don't want to see a porno..."

Cartman sighed in annoyance. "Butters. You are not allowed to pick movies ever. You suck."

Butters looked away while Cartman pulled three movies from the shelf. "Come on."

Eric rented the movies before proceeding to the parking long. Butters wondered if he was going to charge him for those be it that they weren't part of the original agreement. Regardless, another nine minutes later they were located back on the couch in Butters' house.

Eric had popped the DVD into the DVD player and started the movie as he sat down onto the couch. Butters' eyes watch Eric carefully, every masculine movement did nothing to make the heat in his cheeks fade.

Cartman spared him a sidelong glance before, the corner of his lips turned down in disgust. "Butters, I'm going to need you to stop staring at me like that."

"Oh I...I...uh." Butters stumbled with his words unable to defend himself.

The movie had been playing for at least forty minutes and Butters confirmed that he would be having nightmares. Cartman had a vague grin on his lips as he watched the zombies being blasted into pieces, while Butters was trembling in horror, his hands over his blue eyes. Butters had managed to sidled up beside Cartman mere inches without gaining his attention. The blonde slowly closed in, eliminating any space between their two bodies. To Butters surprise and deep seeded pleasure, Cartman did not react in the volatile manner he was expecting, he just ignored his presence. Truly a step above being thrown on the floor.

Butters buried his face into Eric's arm, enjoying the feel of his body so close to his. Butters couldn't count the nights he dreamed of this. Being so intimately close to Eric...it was more than a dream come true. Finally, all those birthday wishes had been granted!

This dream only lasted for five minutes. Eric's amber eyes slowly slid over and down, landing on Butters. Butters was still in his little dream world curled into Eric's side happy as he ever was. Butters felt the hard press of someone's eyes bearing down on him, his ice blue eyes slowly roamed upward as he felt Eric's arm tense beneath his touch. With a gulp Butters slowly looked up to find Eric watching him thoughtfully. Reaching down, with surprising gentleness he took both of Butters wrists in his hand and held them still. With his free arm he pushed Butters backwards onto his back and crawled on top of the smaller male slowly leaning down and getting close to Butters face. His hot breath fanning out over the blonde's pale cheeks, Eric watched him closely.

Butters face was beet red, his breath shallow and cheeks pink as he watched Eric pressed so close to him with the utmost infatuation.

"Perhaps you failed to noticed this Butters, but...I'm. Not. A. Fag."

"I...I never said you were, Eric..." He quietly murmured

Cartman paused, that being the first time in a long while that Butters had tried to call him Eric. He truly felt like taking his free hand, balling it into a tight fist and pounding it down into Butters' taut, slender, stomach but thought better of it. Butters hadn't given him his fifty yet for spending the time with him.

"Eric...Please...don't...don't hit me..." He mumbled turning his face away from Cartman. As of right now, the Zombies were starting to look friendly.

"I never said I was going to hit you Butters..." Eric said evenly as his sharp gaze captured Butters' soft blue eyes shifting upward towards him once again. But now that he had eye contact, Butters would not be looking away.

Cartman instead took his free hand and grabbed Butters throat holding his head in place so he could not move. His grip on Butters' wrists substantially tightened as Cartman leaned dangerously close to Butters' lips. Cartman's body in turn, pinning the rest of Butters down.

"Eric, I..." Butters started but froze that as he spoke, his lips brushed across Eric's. Not noticeably so, but in the way a butterfly's wings grace the petals of a flower, the lightest of touches, hardly a hair. But only Butters would explain the feeling like that.

Eric leaned down and roughly claimed Butters' mouth, he took complete control, only letting Butters lay there helplessly. Eric's hand eventually released Butters' wrist as his hands soon found their way down the other's tapered ribcage and firmly planted on his svelte hips. Butters' slender hands however had managed their way around Eric's neck holding onto him for dear life, fervently praying that he wasn't dreaming.

Cartman groaned feeling Butters' erection rubbing against his abdomen and that was when Butters' had cross the line. It wasn't that Cartman wasn't aroused. He just couldn't admit that it was because of Butters. Cartman growled and ripped away from him, shoving the blonde hard against the cushions of the couch. Butters was happy that it was the couch and not something like the beautiful frosted glass coffee table just a foot to their left. If that broke he certainly would be grounded for that.

Eric, being substantially larger then Butters lifted him by his collar, bringing him up to his eye level. "Butters. If you ever touch me again, you little faggot...you'll be sorry. I'm not gay and you need to understand that."

Butters' eyes widened and he nodded. "I-I know..." He replied softly, watching Cartman grab his coat and leave in more than a hurry. Even without the fifty dollars Butters had promised him.

The living room was silent with the exception of the screaming Zombies and gun fire that was coming from the television. Butters slowly reached up and touched his lips, still swollen from Eric's rough but quite delicious kisses. Closing his eyes he savored and memorized the moment. Butters was sure there wouldn't be another one like it...