Cartman Eric Novels & Stories

I recognized him. “Eric from the woods,” “And the girl who cried wolf. I have a feeling we’ll get along pretty well,” he said, reaching for a handshake. I folded my hands, leaning to the side, and just stared at him. “Eric, join the rest,” Caine walked up from my back, sending Eric away. “I didn’t need to be saved,” I muttered under my breath. Caine said nothing until Eric was out of sight. “I know you might be mad because you expected me to be your coach and things didn’t…”

“I could use another too, Maria,” Eric said, holding up his empty Corona bottle. Tom looked up at Eric. “Go ahead and eat. You’ve had a hell of a day.” Tom gave him a weak smile. Eric worked on his carnitas, and waited until the next round arrived. “Listen, Tom, I’m not saying I couldn’t use a friend. We can always hang out like this once in a while if that’s okay with you. But it would be best if we didn’t advertise it, you know?”

A slender man with long wavy chestnut hair and androgynous features was smiling at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. That must be him. “Hey, I'm Easton Carter,” I said, stretching my hand towards him with a smile. “Thank you for feeding my hungry team of idiots.” He laughed and stood, his hand shaking mine. Oh, he belonged on a runway. How did Coach even meet someone like this? “I'm Ericke. The pleasure is all mine. It has been a while since I cooked this much and Simon finally decided to accept my request.” “You begged me too much for it to be called a simple request,” Coach chimed as he joined us.

I’m glad he didn’t bring out his dad. "You basically did." He took a step back and looked me up and down like he was reassessing something. "Wow. And here I thought you were just some straight farm boy who was embarrassed about getting his dick sucked. Turns out you're a lot more complicated than that." I wanted to hit him. I wanted to grab him by the throat and make him forget every word that had just come out of my mouth. Instead I stood there frozen, hating myself for slipping. Eric walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He looked almost relaxed now. Almost comfortable. Like he had just won something bigger than he had been playing for.

"He's faster than I expected. That tells me something." "Tells you what?" "That he's not some bored parent with a grudge. He's organized. Patient." Eric started walking toward the lot himself, unhurried, Boone falling into step beside him out of habit more than instruction. "Men like that don't show up for one match. They've been building something for a while." "You want me to find out who he is?" "I already know who he is." Eric said it flatly, no triumph in it, just fact. "Carlos Witter. We crossed paths once, a long time ago, back when I still thought reputation meant something worth protecting carefully instead of just managing."