A DROP IN THE OCEAN

Summary: Butters is in love with Cartman. Everyone knows this. Cartman is sleeping with Butters. Nobody knows about that. What happens when Butters writes a song for music class about his relationship with Cartman?

Chapter one: The Kiss with a FIST!

Butters lay in the bed next to Cartman. Cartman wasn't saying anything he was just holding Butters against his side, staring at the wall with a lost look on his face. Butters wished he knew what Cartman was thinking but when Cartman turned his gaze to Butters, he changed his mind. Afraid to know what Eric thought of their latest escapade. Cartman suddenly shifted, letting go Butters, and getting out of bed.

Butters didn't try to stop him. He knows Cartman is a busy guy and couldn't waste his time cuddling with him all day. As soon as Cartman was at the door though, Butters blurted out what he had been feeling for weeks now.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, Eric," he said, loudly.

Cartman froze, shoulders tensing. When he turned around to face him with an angry expression Butters almost regretted saying anything.

Almost

Cartman stormed over to Butters and seized his arm.

Hard!

His fingers leaving red marks on his skin.

"Hush," he hissed. "Keep it down. Do you want your parents to fucking hear you, fag? Voices carry, the walls have ears," he yells/ whispers.

"Eric, you're hurting me," he whimpered.

Cartman instantly let go of him. He took in the red marks on Butters skin. He looked away, ashamed. Butters felt tears come to his eyes. He tried not to be upset. He knew his Dad wouldn't be okay with his and Cartman's relationship. He'd probably send him back to gay camp. That doesn't stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks though.

Cartman notices and scoffs in disgust.

"Real men don't cry. You fucking cry baby." He says, moving away from him

Butters wiped his face quickly, trying to stop crying but more tears come. Butters can't help it and he starts sobbing. Cartman slaps his hand over Butters mouth.

"What did I say?" he snapped.

Butters closed his eyes and tried to force his self to stop crying. Cartman leaves the room and Butters thinks he's gone home. So he curls up in to a ball with his fist shoved into his mouth to mask the sound of his crying. That doesn't ease the hot trail of tears that streamed down his cheeks. He hears the door open again and Cartman comes back. He sat on the edge of the bed and handed Butters some tissue.

"I asked your parents if I could stay over," he said, casually.

Butters smiled, and wiped his eyes.

"You're staying?" Butters asked happily.

Cartman glared at him.

"I didn't stay because of you or anything," he protested.

Butters nodded, still smiling.

"I'm serious," Cartman said. "It was too much of a hassle to drive home this late,"

Butters moves over and makes room for Cartman beside him. Cartman laid down, still protesting, and Butters cuddled back into his side. He fell asleep almost instantly. Cartman stayed awake half the night staring at the ceiling with a troubled look on his face.

In the morning, Butters woke alone. He reached for his phone and texts Cartman.

Good morning. Do you want to come over again today?

He waits for a reply and doesn't get one. He figures Cartman's probably busy. He's could be driving to school or something. Butters rolls out of bed and gets ready for school. When he gets to school he sees Cartman in the hallway.

"Hey, Eric," he says.

Cartman grunts a reply.

"You want to hang out later?" Butters asked.

"Not today, sissy face," Cartman growled, brushing past him.

"I've got plans latter with someone," he said.

Butters tried to follow him and tripped, falling to the floor. He looked down and realized that his 'Hello Kitty' shoelaces had come untied. He quickly ties his shoe and pushed himself off the ground. He forces a fake smile. He noticed Cartman standing next to him, looking concerned.

"I'm fine," he said and Cartman turned and walked the other way.

"Maybe we could hang out afterward," Butters asked.

People in the hallway stare at him and start to snicker.

"Butters is hopeless. Who in their right mind would want to spend time with Cartman? He's a jerk," Wendy said to Bebe as they walked past.

Cartman turned towards Butters with fury in his eyes. He slams Butters against a locker.

"Listen up fag. Don't act like you decide anything. I decide when we hang out. If I say not today then that means not today. I don't want to see you for the rest of the fucking day! You got that!" he snapped.

Butters dropped his head and whispered a small "Yes," before looking at his shoes.

"Respect my authoritah!" he yelled, letting him go and walking away.

Butters picked up his book bag off the ground, ignoring the other student's looks of pity. Cartman hadn't really slammed him into the locker. He pushed him gently, and punched the locker with his fist at the same time.

"Here," a familiar voice said and he looked up and found Kenny holding the rest of his stuff.

Butters smiled.

"Thanks Kenny," he said.

Kenny shrugged.

"No Problem," and walked off.

When his teacher asked why he was late he lied and said he was in the bathroom. He didn't like lying but after spending so much time with Cartman he'd gotten pretty good at it. He sat at his desk writing in his note book, ignoring the lesson. He knew he shouldn't have been so loud. He knew Cartman didn't like it when people said stuff about him.

Later, Butters sat at the lunch table near the back of the cafeteria by his self. He decided to give Cartman some space. That's why he was surprised when Cartman came over to his table with his arms folded and glared at him. Butters froze and looked like a deer caught in the head lights of a car. Cartman sighs.

"Come on," he said and Butters was on his feet instantly following Cartman out of the lunchroom.

He led Butters to a janitor's closet and practically shoved him inside. Next thing Butters knew, Cartman was shoving down his pants. Butters tried to say something but Cartman shushed him. He took his time and prepped him before he thrusts inside him. The shelves dug into Butters side making him wince. Soon he forgot about that as he tried to muffle his screams and moans. Butters felt his legs go week and threw his head back letting a loud moan escape.

Cartman paused and gripped his chin firmly.

"Shut up or someone might hear you," he said.

Butters nodded, and bit his lip to keep his mouth shut. Afterwards Cartman fixed his clothes.

"Here," he said, handing Butters a pack of butterscotch.

Butters took them and watched as Cartman left the closet.

"I'm sorry for earlier" he mumbled, before closing the door.

Butters rubbed his side, knowing there was going to be some bruising there later and left the closet slowly and carefully wincing with every step. He went back into the lunchroom enjoying his butterscotch. He'd told Cartman that butterscotch was his favorite candy. He didn't think Cartman had been listening but the candy proved he did.

"Hey Butters," Kenny called, as he, Stan, and Kyle walked past.

Butters looked up.

"Hey, Felas," he said.

"Come sit with us," Kenny said.

Butters shook his head.

"I'm fine," he said.

Stan shrugged.

"Suit yourself," he said, going to sit next to Wendy.

Kenny frowned.

"You shouldn't be sitting by yourself," he said.

Butter sighed. He just wanted sometime to himself.

"Alright," he said, grabbing his tray.

He sat down and Kenny sat next to him. He kept trying to engage Butters in conversation but Butters was worried about Cartman. It wasn't like him to skip lunch. Where did he go?

He didn't see Cartman for two days, when he showed up at his house. Cartman growled something about having a bad weekend, and something about Kyle being a 'stupid Jew', before dragging him upstairs. Butters listened attentively as Cartman talked about his adventure with the guys. He waited for Cartman to finish before offering him a hug.

"Kyle's an idiot," Butters said.

Cartman nodded. "And a dirty Jew," he mumbled.

Butters saw that Cartman was still upset so he decided to do something to help him relax. Butters leaned over and kissed Cartman. They took things slow at first but soon Cartman got really into it.

Butters loved Cartman so much. He knew that nobody else would understand. They didn't see the Cartman who would kiss him when no one was looking, or hold him if he had a bad dream. They didn't know the Cartman who liked to cuddle even though he denies it.

Butters was brought out of his thoughts by Cartman digging his fingers into his hips.

He cried out in pain/ pleasure just as they could hear the door swing open down stairs.

"Butters?" his Dad called.

"Shut up, Shut up," Cartman hissed.

Butters expected him to stop but Cartman surprised him by thrusting again harder than before. Butters fingers clenched into the sheets and he bit down on his lip so hard he drew blood. Cartman bit down on Butters shoulder, in his favorite spot, and Butter let out a loud moan.

"I said shut up. God, why can't you keep it down?" Cartman hissed.

After Cartman and Butters find relief, Cartman rolls off of him. They cuddle for a while then they got dressed. He leaves after Butters parents come home.

"I love you," Butters whispers to an empty room.

He gets out of bed and puts back on his clothes. He changes his sheets then gets started on his and Cartman's homework. He was just finishing up when he gets a text from Kenny inviting him over Kyle's house. He debates not going but figures he might as well.

On his way over he gets a text from Stan to pick up some snacks. He stops at the store and gets what he thinks the guy would like. As he entered the house, Stan came up to him and took the food out of his hands then went back to playing 'Call of Duty'.

"What's up fellas?" he asked.

"Where have you been Butters?" Kenny asked, eating a bag of Doritos.

"I texted you two hours ago," he said.

Butters tried not to frown.

"I was doing homework," he said.

"I bet you had to do Cartman's homework too," Kyle said, eating an apple.

His mother was on some crusade against unhealthy eating, so fruits and vegetables is all he'd been eating for the past month. Butters wanted to say something but decided to keep his mouth shut. His silence was all the answer Kyle needed.

"I knew it," Kyle said.

"That Jerk, he's probably at home sleeping or eating," Kenny muttered.

"That's not true," Butters protested. "He's probably busy," he said.

Stan laughs.

"Come on Butters, we know the guy your best friend but you don't have to defend him. He treats you like dirt," Stan said, shaking his head.

Butters shifted uncomfortably, not liking where the conversation was headed.

"Leave him alone. Cartman is not that bad." Butters said, trying not to get angry.

"Oh Please, remember that time that he-" Kyle cut in.

Then soon they were all naming horrible stuff that Cartman had done in the past. Stuff that wasn't even important now.

"Not to mention the way he treats you, Butters. He's always calling you names and shoving you around. He's always yelling at you, shoving his work on you, and dragging you around on his schemes. Who knows what he's going to use you for next," Kenny said.

Butters glared at him. If they didn't knock it off then he was going to leave. He wasn't just going to sit here and listen to them talk bad about Eric.

"I hang around Eric because he's cool. He's not always dragging me into his schemes. I choose to follow him. And he only yells at me when I mess up or if he's had a bad day."Butters snapped.

Everyone gave him a look of disbelief.

"Butters you can't keep letting him treat you like that," Kenny said.

"I'm fine," Butters said through clenched teeth.

"You keep saying that but-" Kenny started but Butters had enough.

"I keep saying it because it's true and what business is it of yours," Butters said.

Kenny looked away, blushing.

"You're my friend and I don't lie seeing my friends hurt," he said.

Butters stared at him, his glare softening. He shouldn't have yelled at him. He was just frustrated.

"Hey, fags," a voice said from the doorway.

They all turned to see Cartman standing there.

"How'd you get in here? I locked the door," Kyle asked.

Cartman smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Jew?" he said.

He took the bag of cheesy poofs that Butters held out towards him and sat down next to him.

"Hey, Eric," Butters said.

Cartman said nothing. They all hang out for the next few hour, playing video games and eating snacks. Then Kyle and Cartman get into an argument.

"You're just mad that I beat you, you dirty Jew-rat," Cartman said.

"Well, at least I have a girlfriend, fat-ass. You'll probably die old and alone of a heart attack from over eating you jerk. I mean, who could ever love an asshole like you anyway," Kyle said.

Cartman got a pained look on his face which he quickly masked with anger.

"Screw you Kyle. I'm going home," he said and stormed out.

"You took it too far Kyle!" Butter shouted, angrily.

Butters got up to follow him and Kenny protested.

"You don't have to go," he said.

Butters ignored them and left, slamming the door behind him.

"Wait up, Eric!" Butters shouted.

Cartman glared at him.

"Leave me alone, Butters," he growled.

Butters flinched.

"Sorry, Eric," he said, taking a step back.

Cartman continued glaring at him then sighed.

"Come on, you're buying me something to eat," he said.

Butters nodded, happily.

"Sure thing, Eric," he said with a smile, happy that he could do something.

Cartman glared at him.

"Cut that out," he snapped.

Butters covered his mouth with his hands, still smiling. Cartman rolled his eyes. And if he ended up paying for the whole meal instead of taking money from Butters, that was just a coincidence.

The next day at school in music class the teacher gives them a new project.

"Class I want you to write two songs for the music contest we have coming up. Your songs are due at the end of the week. The winner's song will be played on the radio," she said.

Butters smiled and pulled out some paper. He loved writing songs but, he frowned, he had no idea what to write about.

"What's wrong, Butters?" asked Wendy.

"I don't know what to write about." He said.

Wendy smiled. "I'm writing about Stan. Why don't you write about someone you like too?" she suggested.

Butters smiled.

"Thanks, Wendy," he said.

"No trouble," she said.

Once she went back to sitting with the other girls butters looked down at his blank sheet of paper. He'd write about Eric and no one would know.

It's not like his song was going to win or anything.

Authors note: this story is only going to be three chapters. Maybe four if it needs an extra one. I'd like to thank idkgirl27 for inspiring me to write this. You rock!