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Eric was barely staying afloat at university. He had a partial bursary for his studies, the rest was on him and his mom. She had desperately tried to take on extra jobs a few months before Eric went off to university, after discovering he had not gotten a scholarship or full bursary. But in the end it wasn't enough.
The university was much too far for him to save living expenses by living at home, so he stayed in a shared apartment with Kenny, Butters and Stan. He had even gotten a part time job at the campus coffee shop, but it barely covered the rent and food. Honestly, he hadn't gotten the chance to go out since the semester had started. With the lack of funds he had it would be impossible to waste it on shots at a bar or even on fucking KFC (that one hit Eric the hardest).
And even if he had cash to waste he still needed spend majority of his time studying to maintain his bursary. So, basically, to sum it up, Eric's life was a shit fest of studying and working and trying to make it to classes on time.
“Cartman, you in for drinks and karaoke at the place near the internet café?” Kenny asked, as he applied some eyeliner on Stan.
“Can't. Broke,” Cartman said, not even looking up from his business textbook.
“Oh, boo you whore. We'll pay. I came into some cash recently.” The mischievous blond boy said cryptically, trying to entice his larger friend.
“Can't. Studying,” he replied in a similar manner as before, “Wait. What? You don't even have a job dude.” He said, finally looking up and putting his green highlighter down. “You turning tricks behind McDonald's?”
“Haha. Hilarious, asshole.” Kenny said, dryly. “No, Stan introduced Buttercup and I to a lady friend of his that knows some people who can help out with cash flow issues.”
“Sounds shady as fuck,” the chubby boy said, inspecting his friend's face, “I'm in. Drug dealing? You know I actually tried to find a good supplier in town, but that asshole has really shitty LSD and I'm not about to-”
“Jesus Christ, Cartman. I need fucking plausible deniability here if you're gonna tell us how you slit some drug dealer's throat for selling you a bad trip or something,” Stan whined.
“Pfft, I don't have the type of cash to buy drugs, idiot.”
Stan rolled his eyes at Cartman’s reply, not even denying that he probably would slit some dealer's throat for selling him shitty drugs.
“No, Fatass. Stan hooked us up with a Daddy.” Kenny replied, moving on to putting his own eyeliner on.
“Nope, fuck you guys, I'm out.” He said, putting his headphones on and going back to his business book.
Stan and Kenny shared a look. They would never admit it out loud, but they were fucking worried about Cartman. They were positive he was about to go mad from staying inside all the time, plus it would only be a matter of time before he would burn out and start having a mental break down or something just as bad. Like snuffing them all in their sleep with a pillow and selling their organs on the black market.
Stan walked over to where Cartman was sitting, frowning over his book. He yanked off Eric’s headphones. “Dude, you can't keep living like this. You're gonna fuckin’ lose your mind and shoot up the coffee shop or some shit.”
“And you want me to whore myself out to a fifty year old dude for a couple of hundred dollars? I don't fucking think so. I'm gay, Stan, but that doesn't mean I'll hop on any dick in my path.”
“Oh, for fucks sake, get off it dude. Wendy is only thirty and the guy she hooked Kenny and Butters up with is thirty-five. She can find you some young chubby chaser and you can stop that minimum wage bullshit.”
Cartman was quite. He really had nothing to say to them. But he couldn't really argue with what Stan had said. He really was nearing his wits end with school and work. If he could manage to hook some fit older guy that would pay his rent just to have his dick sucked then that would solve half his problems.
“I'll think about it. Now get out of here assholes. I have a test on Friday that I need to get an eighty on.”
And with that the boys left, leaving Eric to his studying and thoughts of a Sugar Daddy.
The next morning Cartman was awake and at work before seven, just in time to start serving coffee to those poor unfortunate souls with morning classes. Well, those idiots and this one preppy little British creep that would order a dozen brownies, a cappuccino and stay in the coffee shop using their free wifi until his class at twelve. Every fucking morning. Eric can't help but envy the skinny blond boy, how he manages to eat that much and stay fit is beyond him. The guy always stuffs his face with eleven brownies before twelve and walks off with one brownie inside Tupperware.
“Eric! Hey, Eric!” An accented male voice calls out to him. He focused his attention on the door where Butters had just walked in. Cartman rolled his eyes at the short blond boy coming towards the counter, waving his arms like crazy as if there wasn't just three meters between them. He secretly enjoyed it though, he would never tell Butters but he thought of him as his best friend. He even glared at a few of the hungover students that gave Butters annoyed looks while he shouted loudly, probably giving them headaches.
“Eric, Ken and Stan told me you were looking for a Sugar Daddy!”
“Oh my God, Butters! Shut up! Do you want the whole world to know?” He rushed out, flustered, and clamped a hand over Butters’ mouth.
“Aww, jeez Eric, I'm sorry. I just got real excited for you,” he started speaking when Cartman removed his hand, “Look, I went out with our Daddy last night while Ken went drinking with Stan. He gave me a new phone!”
Butters excitedly pulled out a brand spanking new iPhone.
“Jesus, Butters. Did you let him give you a Cleveland Steamer for that?”
“A Cleveland Steamer? What's that?” And damn, Eric couldn't find it in himself to answer him. Those big innocent eyes just wouldn't let him, even if he did have a scar going through one of his eyes.
“Nothing. So what you do to that old bag for it?”
“Oh, well, Daddy took me to his favourite restaurant and he let me have chocolate cake. Ken says I can't have so many sweets, Daddy says he's a party pooper.” Butters giggled. Fucking giggled. What the fuck.
“But then we went back to his house and we watched Daddy’s favourite show, Black Lightning and fell asleep. He just dropped me off at the apartment this morning.”
“Okay, so where's the part where he spanks your tight ass and then fucks you in the shower?” Eric asked, making a latte for Butters. Even though the boy didn't ask, Cartman knew what his drink of choice was.
“Huh? Daddy and I have never had sex. Ken gave him a blowjob once while we were in his hot tub though. He's not really interested in sex. But I know Stan and Wendy go at it like rabbits!”
“You don't have sex? Why? Is he impotent or something?” He asked, passing the latte to Butters.
“He likes kissing a whole lot, but he says he really has to be in the mood for sex with someone he really loves he said. Oh, but I know a lot of Daddy’s love having sex. You know Tweek Tweak, right? His Daddy does him real good every weekend. Clyde Donovan’s Daddy too.” Butters said casually. As if this was a normal conversation to have with your friend at 7:30 in a coffee shop.
“What the fuck? So every guy I know is just whoring themselves out for cash and nobody thought to mention this to me before?” The chubby boy asked bitterly, pouting.
“Well, gee, Eric. Ken and I just started a month ago and we're testing the waters. But Stan says Wendy knows a guy looking for a Baby. And Stan says he likes to go for 'your type'. I'm not real sure what that means though, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.”
Soon after Butters finished his latte he wished Eric a good day and went off to his first class, but not before reminding Eric to ask Stan about the Sugar Daddy before he was snatched up.
During Eric’s break time he grabbed a custard Danish and a cup of rooibos tea. He pulled out his phone to check his notifications.
And amongst his texts was one from Stan.
A number and name.
Eric decided to test it out.
“Kyle.”