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Butter Me Delicious	By : RubyQuinn Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(reposted from my lj)
Title: Butter me Delicious
Pairings: Tweeters, Buttman, Creek (South Park has THE BEST pairing nicknames)
Rating: R
Warning: Smut, slash, boys around age 16, swearing

A/N: As requested by zeromotion! This is for making such awesome comics! XD Er… this is a lot more Buttman-centric than I thought it would be… oops. I've never written for SP before, so I'm not that in-tune with the characters, I think… and I'm more in-tune with Butters than with Tweek… and I don't know much at all about Craig, so he's hardly in here, sorry. ^^; *shrug* I may have written Tweek too straight… lol
Heh, and the request was for Butters/Tweek, in that order owo;; Seme!Butters is hard to write… And she asked for dirty, so here's dirty! XD
Erm, and it's long o.o;; I think the characters were being difficult because they required a lot of plot to justify the smut…. *shrug* Oh, and a smidge of slut!Butters… heehee… Slutters :3
Enough talk from me, on with the plotty-smut!!

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"Hey, fag!"

It was all the warning he got before someone shoved him in the small of the back, the sudden motion making the open thermos he was holding jump from his hands.

"Gaah!!" Tweek shrieked, jerking out of the way of his spilt coffee. He twitched violently, losing his balance for just a moment and falling unmissably into the hot puddle. "D-damnit!!" Among the snickers from the surrounding crowd, he heard a gasp from behind him, followed by a familiar voice.

"Oh, goodness, are you okay?" Butters hurried to his side, bending over to pull his over-caffeinated classmate back up. Tweek stumbled into a standing position, leaning against the other boy for support.

"Gk-gah! I'm fine!" He flinched, the cold winter air blowing against his soaked and scalded pants, finally acknowledging the burns from the hot liquid. He yelped, "Ou-ouch!"

"Aw, jeez!" Butters eyes widened, struggling to hold Tweek upright as he fidgeted in pain. He glared at the laughing crowd. "Why do you fellas have to pick on him like that?"

"What, besides the fact that he's a fag, Butters? Huh?"

Butters looked defiantly at the chubby boy who spoke, standing at the head of the crowd. "Eric," he growled.

"If we don't pick on fags, how will they know that they're fags, huh? That they're different? Wrong? We're just doing our civic duty, Butters. But… well, you're a fag, too, aren't you?"

Tweek looked at Butters with wide eyes, shocked to see him glaring steadily at the larger boy. "You can't bully me like that anymore, Eric. I'm not gonna stand for it, y'hear?"

Cartman looked surprized. "What? You're standing up to me, Butters? That's a pretty bold move for a fag!"

Tweek ground his teeth. If Butters could have the balls to stand up, so could he. "We're not fags!"

Cartman laughed. "Oh yeah? Is that a fact?" He turned to face the rest of the boys, gesturing to the two blondes. "If Butters isn't a fag, then why was he trying to get in my pants last Friday at our sleepover?" Sounds of disgust echoed across the schoolyard.

"W-what?!" Tweak yelped, twisting to look at Butters. The smaller boy blushed bright red, but held his glare.

"That's right, everyone! Butters tried to rape me, like the dirty little fag that he is!"

Tears were visible in Butters' eyes now. "That's not what happened, Eric! And you know it!"

"Your dirty little hands, trying to get my clothes off. I'm just glad I was man enough to fight you off of me and kick you out, before something terrible happened."

"Dammit, Eric, I won't take this!" Tweet cowered next to the angry boy, hugging his chest defensively. He'd never seen Butters so upset. Cartman looked surprised too.

"Oh yeah, gaywad? And what are you gonna do about it?" He shoved him solidly in the chest, making Butters stagger back a few paces. "Try and kiss me again?"

"That's it!" Butters yelled. It happened so quickly, Tweek almost thought he imagined it. The loud thwack! of knuckles connecting with face brought everyone present to wide-eyed attention.

Cartman screeched, clutching his face as he stumbled back, looking in horror at Butters. Even in those seconds, a red bruise had already begun to form around his eye. Cartman's eyes filled with tears of pain, but his look quickly turned to one of rage. "You fags are gonna wish you didn't do that."

Tweek looked around for a way to escape, but the other boys were already closing in on them from all sides. "Gah! Too much pressure!"

Butters froze, staring at Cartman in shock as he stalked closer. "Aww, hamburgers…"
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30 minutes later:

Tweek sat alone in the nurse's office, bringing a fresh cup of coffee to his lips with a shaking right hand, and holding a bag of frozen peas to a bruize on his leg with the left. He jolted as he heard someone approaching, and saw the nurse leading Butters into the office.

"Oh, jeez, you kids and your silly fights! I can't believe there were so many of you today! I'm all out of ice packs, so I'll have to try and find something from the cafeteria freezer, okay? I'll be right back."

Butters nodded to the nurse as she left the room, then sat down next to Tweek on the bench. Tweek started to jump up, then remembered about his injuries (mild though they were), and merely twitched, inching as far away from the other boy as he could.

"Tweek, are you okay?" Butters looked at him, concerned, sliding closer on the bench.

"G-get away from me! I don't want any more -gk!- trouble!"

"But I didn't mean to cause you any trouble!" Butters looked at him with big, puppy dog eyes, accented by the purply bruise around one of them courtesy of Cartman. "Those boys were the ones causing trouble, calling names and such. Well, that's just mean! And I won't stand for that!"

"Jesus!" Tweek jolted, remembering how much ass Butters had kicked during the fight. He was surprized and impressed- who knew the tiny blonde had it in him? "Butters, w-when did you become such a badass?"

"M-my dad says that I have to learn to stick up for myself… of course he also says I can't get in trouble… oh, hamburgers, he's gonna be cross with me," Butters said, looking nervous and rubbing his hands together. "But you know what, I'll take his punishment. I'm not gonna put up with Cartman's abuse a-anymore."

Just then, the nurse came back. She handed Butters a bag of frozen carrots, which he held over his eye. "Now, the principal already talked to you, didn't he?"

"Y-yes ma'am. He said he couldn't reach my parents, cuz they're at work. But I can't go back to class until he's talked to 'em, so I have to go home."

"Y-yeah, that's what he said f-for me too!"

"Well then, that's all I can do for ya! Go home and don't get in any more trouble, boys." She gestured to the door, shutting them out of the room as they went outside.

"B-but!" Butters stuttered, drooping before the closed door. "But, I took the bus to school. I don't have a way to drive home."

Tweek started to walk away down the hall, then stopped. Butters hadn't moved, shoulder's slumped, hugging his chest. He kinda felt bad, just leaving him there, and after he'd stood up for him, too. He rolled his eyes, cursing his conscience. "… G-gah!! Fine, I'll drive you home!"

Butters beamed, running to catch up with the other boy as he walked towards the parking lot. "Really? Aw, thanks, Tweek! You're a great friend!"

"Just don't get me beaten up again, jeez!"

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The beaten up, hand-me-down clunker pulled into Butter's driveway, jerking to a halt. Butters stumbled out of the car, shaking and clutching the roof for support. Tweek stepped out, too, looking at Butters. "What's wrong with you?"

Butters breathed shakily. "Y-y-you… call that… driving?!"

"What? What's wrong with my driving?"

Butters whimpered, trying to re-gather his nerves. The twitchy teen was a terrifying driver, constantly jerking to a sudden stop, or speeding up really quickly. Turns came so suddenly they often swerved, making for a rough and bumpy ride.

"Well, I got you here, didn't I?" Tweek brought his cup to his lips, then realized it was empty. "Aw, man… hey, Butters, do you have any coffee in your house? I'm all out!"

Butters shook himself back to normal. "Er, I think so. Come on in, I'll check." He led Tweek inside. It was a bumpy ride, but at least it was a ride- a cup of coffee was the least he could do for him. "Oh yeah," he remembered, "And I can let you borrow a pair of my pants, since yours got all covered in coffee earlier."

"Okay, thanks," Tweek smiled. The boy might be scary, but at least he was friendly.

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Tweek sat on Butters' bed, having changed into the pair of sweatpants he'd given him. He rubbed his leg, noticing that the swelling had gone down significantly. It would bruise, probably, but it already felt a bit better.

The friendly blonde walked in, handing him his drink. "Wow, heh, you sure like coffee, don't you?"

"U-um, yeah," he sipped the hot liquid straight, not bothering with cream or sugar. An awkward silence grew between them, making Tweek uncomfortable. After a minute, he couldn't take the silence anymore, he had to break it! "S-so! Um… So why did Cartman say that stuff about you? It wasn't true, right? You didn't try to rape him… gah!" Tweek was suddenly apprehensive, backing up from Butters in case he tried to molest him.

Butters frowned. "No, that's not what happened at all. Y'see, me 'n Eric have sleepovers all the time, ever since we were kids. But lately, he's been acting kinda funny."

"Like, funny how?"

"Well, when we watch movies together, he's been sitting real close to me. A few weeks ago, he even put his arm around me, and the week after, he put his hand on my thigh." Butters was blushing as he recalled the event. "H-he… I'd been keeping my feelings a secret, but… I could tell that he liked me, too. He just didn't want to say it… I guess we were both too nervous."

Tweek stared, his mouth hanging open in suspense. "So you're really gay?"

"Well, um… yeah, I-I guess so. I like boys, anyway." Butters shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Anyway, last weekend… well, we were watching a romance movie. The couple in the movie was acting all in love and stuff, and then all of the sudden, me and Eric were kind of staring at each other. And then we were… kissing."

"He kissed you?"

"We… we kind of kissed each other," Butters shrugged. "I'm not really sure who started it, but then Eric took over. He, um," he blushed deeper, glancing away, " he pushed me down against the couch and got on top of me, and we just kept kissing. I don't know how long we kept going, but… after a while, he pulled back, and we were looking at each other again, but then…" He gulped, rubbing his hands together nervously. "Um… we had both gotten kind of… excited and such. And all of the sudden, I think Eric noticed. And then he just freaked out!"

Tweek gaped, noticing his cheeks feeling hot. "Y-you got a boner?"

Butters nodded. "He kind of jumped off of me, and got really mad. He kept calling me a fag, and kicked me out. B-but-" he sobbed, and Tweek realized the boy was crying.

"Aagh!" Tweek spasmed, setting down his coffee and moving over to put his hand on Butters' back. "Don't cry! Why're you crying?! Don't do that!"

"I-I know he's mean, a-and a bully, b-but… Well, I can't help the way I feel about him! I've felt this way for a really long time, and I'm pretty sure he feels the same. But he's too stubborn and scared to actually admit it, and now he's taking it all out on me. Since that night, he just keeps making fun of gay kids, like it's his new mission in life! B-but… he's…"

Tweek was really nervous. He wasn't good at this kind of thing. He patted his friend awkwardly on the shoulder. "D-don't cry…"

Butters sniffed. "Aw, jeez, I'm sorry for telling you that whole story. You didn't need to know all that."

"Er, no, it's okay…"

"Thanks for listening, Tweek. Y'know… I guess you're a pretty good friend," Butters smiled at him, already looking a lot cheerier.

Something about that smile made Tweek blush. "Well… you know… you're welcome, I guess."

"There's just one thing I don't understand. Why were they making fun of you? You didn't do anything to make them think you're gay, did you?"

"Well, I, um…" Tweek jerked inadvertently, "There was… kind of an… incident… um, in gym class, a couple months ago."

"Huh? What happened?"

"Well… I went in to take a shower, a-and I thought the one shower stall was empty cuz the water was off, so I pulled the curtain open, b-but Craig was there, a-and he'd finished showering, but he was m-masturbating…"

Butters eyes went wide. "Oh yeah, I heard about that!"

"And he got pissed, and flipped me off and said I was a fag for watching him like that… b-but I wasn't watching, it was an accident! But then, um, one of the other boys pushed me, and my towel fell off, and I…" He looked away. "I may have been kind of hard, um…"

Butters blinked. "Oh… so you got turned on watching him like that?"

"I-I don't know, maybe?" He looked like he was about to cry. "After, Craig said it was no big deal and he didn't mean to get so mad, but then he started acting weird. H-he stopped talking to me… And he was with Cartman today when they…"

Butters patted his hand sympathetically.

"I didn't mean to look. I can't even remember it that well, so I dunno if that's why I was…"

Butters put a hand on his shoulder. "What do you think?"

Tweek looked at him, blushing. "I… I think I might… have kind of a crush on Craig after that whole thing, and… that I might be a little bit gay, but I don't know…"

Butters blushed to match him, looking down at the bed. "Do you wanna find out?"

"Huh?"

"I can help you find out…" he shifted closer, straddling Tweek's lap. "I always thought you were kinda cute… and you've been real nice to me. What do you think? Aren't you curious?"

Tweek felt his breathing getting uneven. He should run, he should get out of here! This was too much pressure!

Butters seemed to know what he was thinking. He ran his thumb soothingly over Tweek's bottom lip. "There's no pressure. I don't expect anything… I like Eric, remember?"

Tweek put a hand on Butters cheek, brushing his thumb tenderly over the dark bruise around his eye. "You like him, even after he did this to you?" Butters winced, and Tweek took his thumb away, afraid to hurt him.

"Boys do a lot of stupid, hurtful things when they care about someone. Not that I'd stand for any kind of abuse, but we just had to get that out of our system. And I hit him first, anyways."

Tweek blushed. "Shouldn't you be with him then? Not me…"

"Oh, hush now," Butters pouted. "He doesn't own me, he's not even dating me. Now, look, I know it can be a little confusing, and I just want to help you figure things out… I won't do anything bad or anything. Just think of it as an experiment."

He cupped both sides of his face, holding him steady as he ever-so-slowly leaned in, his lips barely grazing the other boys in a cautious kiss. He glanced into Tweek's eyes for a moment, and when he didn't start screaming took it as an 'okay' to keep going.

He leaned in again, opening his mouth, teasing Tweek's open by tantalizingly brushing their lips together. Gently, he added tongue to the mix, carefully licking his lips, tasting stale coffee. He felt more than heard Tweek's breath catching in his throat- the teasing kisses weren't enough. He'd have to give him what he wanted- he pushed him back on the bed.

He thrust his tongue into his mouth now, hearing Tweek moan beneath him. Tweek put his hands on Butters' lower back, pushing up his shirt to feel the warm skin underneath. He pulled Butters' hips down, pressing them against his own. Butters threw his head back, the bulge in his pants rubbing up against Tweek's.

He moved his hand downwards, cupping that bulge gently, making Tweek gasp. He kneaded his fingers around it, thrusting his hips shallowly downwards. Tweek pushed his head back into the mattress nervously. "Gk! Oh, man…"

"It's okay," Butters whispered. "You're just testing this out, remember?" He slid his hand under the elastic of Tweek's pants, touching his erection tentatively. Tweek arched his back as Butters wrapped his fingers around him, stroking him at a steady pace. With his spare hand, Butters pulled the sweatpants down for better access, then unbuttoned his own jeans, freeing his cock. He stroked them both in time, staring down into Tweek's red, trembling face.

"Who do you think about when you do this? Do you think about g-girls, or… or Craig?" Tweek thrust upwards at the name, answering the question with a groan. Butters understood, releasing him for a moment so he could take their pants off the rest of the way.

"I think about Eric," he continued, tossing his jeans aside and resuming the touching. His breathing was heavy, but his voice was even. "I think about him t-touching me like this, and touching him back. Kissing me, and being on top of me." He closed his eyes, speeding the pace of his hands for a moment, sucking in a shaky breath. He moaned, letting go of their cocks to reposition himself leaning over Tweek. He pressed their erections together, rubbing them against each other.

He caught Tweek's gaze, making sure he was watching as he stuck two fingers in his mouth, sucking them and licking them, coating them in saliva. "And I think about him doing this…" He held his gaze as he moved the hand down, underneath them, pressing lightly against Tweek's entrance.

"Ngh!" Tweek flinched, realizing Butters' intention.

Butters paused, looking concernedly at Tweek. "Do you want me to stop?"

He jerked his head to the side, grinding his teeth in determination. So far it had felt good, and he had to know. "Erk- no! D-d-don't stop!"

Butters smiled reassuringly, working the lubricated digits against the puckered hole. "Relax," he said, kissing Tweek on the cheek, "I do this to myself all the time, I know what I'm doing. You gotta relax yourself."

Relax… it wasn't really something Tweek was great at, but he would try. He whimpered, willing himself to accept the fingers. "N-ngh!" He groaned as they slid inside him- it was the weirdest thing he'd ever felt.

"That's right, just like that," Butters soothed. "It'll feel really good in a second, just you wait." He pushed in deeper, searching for that special spot. He smiled when he felt it.

"O-o-oh!!" Tweek spasmed, arching his back at the electric sensation. "Oh, God! Mmngh!"

"Do you like that, Tweek?" Butters brushed that spot again, leaning down to nibble on Tweek's jaw. "I know it feels good. I wish Eric would do that for me, but…" His sentence hung in the air, finishing itself with all the reasons.

"Oh, Jesus!" Tweek jerked, reaching down to grasp their overlooked members. He squeezed them together in one fist, rubbing against each other. Butters groaned as Tweek stroked him. Tweek's other hand reached up, pulling Butters against him in a half-embrace.

"Mmm-ahh!" Butters pace became sporadic as he neared that edge, jerking wildly against Tweek for that extra ounce of friction he needed. "E-Eric!" he panted, gasping as he came.

Tweek spasmed as he reached his own climax, grunting as he came, adding his own jizz to the mess on his hands and belly. He let out a small sob, an ironic mix of relief and anxiety.

"T-there, see n-now, wasn't that somethin'?" Butters smiled, his blush betraying his outward calmness. "Do you think you can tell if you're gay yet?"

Tweek frowned and looked away from the other boy, remembering their conversation earlier and how they'd started doing this- whatever it was. "Mm- ngh!- I, uh, I guess I kind of know now…" He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at his lap.

"Aw, hamburgers," Butters muttered, touching the sticky mess between them. "J-just a minute, I'll get that cleaned right up." He leaned over to the nightstand, grabbing a handful of tissues. He handed half of them to Tweek and used the other half to clean off himself. Once he was clean, he got off of Tweek's lap, blushing as he put his pants back on.

Tweek put the sweatpants back on, too, reaching for his coffee the second he had a free hand. He frowned, realizing the coffee had gotten cold, but he gulped it down anyway.

"S-so," Butters started, sitting next to Tweek on the bed. "Uh, what do you think?"

"Um…" he gave a shrug which may have been a spasm, blushing and mumbling, "I guess I'm kind of gay…"

Butters beamed. "You really think so? Gee, I'm glad I could help. Um… t-that wasn't so bad, right?" He looked at him nervously. "I didn't mean to force you to do anything, I just-"

"Um, no," Tweek said, blushing deep red. "Th-that… it felt really good. And that… was the first time I did anything… with someone else."

"R-really? Um… m-me too," Butters blushed. "Well, except for what happened with Cartman the other day, but you already know about that. And next time, I suppose it should be your boyfriend who does that for you."

"Boyfriend?" Tweek blinked, suddenly realizing what being gay would mean. A boyfriend… maybe someone like-

"Aren't 'cha gonna try and get together with Craig?" Butters asked. "I'm gonna… well, I'm gonna put my foot down, a-and tell Cartman just how I really truly feel about him. I dunno where we'll go from there, b-but…" He blushed, "I'm not gonna take his bullshit anymore. He needs to know that I can stand up for myself, and if he can't handle that, well, too bad!" He clenched his fists in determination, giving Tweek an encouraging look.

"Y-you really love him, huh?"

Butters sighed dreamily, smiling. "I-I guess so. Even if he is stubborn, a-and mean, I guess I've always kinda loved him."

"Wow…" Tweek smiled. He couldn't help but feel encouraged, that there was still a chance to love someone, to be loved back.

Butters glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "Oh, jeez, look at the time! My parents'll be back soon… oh, applesauce, am I in for a world of trouble!" He frowned, "You should get out of here, too, Tweek, your parents are probably worried sick."

"Y-yeah, I guess I should go home," he agreed, standing on shaky legs.

"You want more coffee before ya go? The rest of the pot's still downstairs."

Tweek nodded, following Butters to the kitchen in a haze of what-the-fuck-just-happened. The term 'life changing' came to mind as Butters poured him a fresh cup, but he really didn't feel much different, besides feeling unusually calm, but he chalked that up to post-orgasmic relief. 'I guess I've always been like this,' he thought, taking a sip of the bitter drink. 'I just never knew…'

"Thanks, Butters," he smiled, blushing and leaning in to kiss the boy softly on the cheek. "For… the coffee."

Butters shrugged, smiling and rubbing his hands. "Aw, gee…"

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End.

<3

Erm, and then Butters gets with Cartman, and Tweek gets with Craig AND THEY ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND HAVE HAPPY SMEXINGS THE END!!! o.o;; Um, I could've kept writing but it would take so much longer so I just stopped here ^^;
Oh, btw, I used the kiss scene from Jennifer's Body as reference for this. Here's the best vid I could find of it on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i64TMpKOWCc It's two girls instead of two guys, but, hey, same basic idea. ^^; btw, if you haven't seen that movie yet, GO SEE IT. Lesbians, succubi, and crappy indie bands- it's all you could ever want. :D
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