Rarl one-shots.

8|I can kiss you? +18

When Alexandria is invaded by walkers, most take refuge in groups in a few houses for safety. Rick didn't even hesitate before taking Jessie, Ron, and Sam to his house.

Jessie was very grateful, since she was scared and she didn't know what to do. Sam was also very scared, but he calmed down when they were at the Grime house.

Ron, for his part, wasn't too comfortable with the idea of spending the night at Carl's house.

"You can use that bed." Carl says, pointing to the bed by the window, against the wall.

Ron doesn't say anything, just sits on the bed and watches Carl's room in silence. The last time he was here there weren't many comics, nor was there a picture of Carl with his sister. Everything had changed a lot since the last time he was here.

He had started to ignore Carl a bit since Rick killed Pete and it was pretty unfair. He was immature and selfish. It was good that Rick killed Pete, there was no change for him anymore, Ron knew that, but he wanted to believe that he could be different. He wouldn't and he should be happier, Jessie finally felt free and sure of herself, Rick gave her that. Ron regrets letting Pete make his mother suffer for so long... The multiple scars on his body are a clear sign that Pete was never going to change.

"Forgiveness..."

Carl looks up quickly when Ron speaks to him, he didn't expect it, in fact he didn't expect Ron to speak to him again and it was hell for him. He didn't know what else to do to make Ron no longer angry, he wanted to go after Enid hoping he cared enough for him, and he did, but it didn't lead to anything because the few times they did meet thereafter, they never spoke. Ron didn't speak to him or look in his direction more than once.

"I was stupid. I just needed some time to think about this. It was a good thing Rick killed Pete. I just...still had a little bit of hope that he would change, it wasn't your fault at all. I'm really, really sorry , Carl."

Ron doesn't look at him at all and Carl sits next to him.

"Okay, that's enough for me. We'll get through this, okay? We always do, don't worry." Carl smiles slightly and Ron nods.

"Thanks."

Carl feels like he's been staring at him for too long and doesn't really care about that. He wanted to kiss him, he had never wanted to kiss him so much and now he had the chance, they were alone and so close to each other...

"Ron..." Carl whispers in a rather excited voice and it makes him nervous.

"Yes?"

"I... can I kiss you?"

Carl holds his breath when Ron doesn't say anything and is about to apologize when Ron leans in and kisses him.

Carl closes his eyes and clings to Ron's shoulders, it was the first time he'd kissed someone and he felt too good, but he didn't know what to do either. Ron leans back and licks his lips.

Carl sheepishly leans in again and kisses him again, this time making sure to open his mouth a little.

Ron puts his hand on Carl's cheek and deepens the kiss a bit, guiding Carl as the kiss deepens. The inexperience was so obvious and that was sweet.

At some point during their make-out session, they ended up lying on the bed, their legs tangled up and their hair in disarray.

Then, when Ron moves his leg and presses against Carl's groin, he lets out a moan of pleasure that immediately embarrasses him. Ron raises an eyebrow as he smiles and presses his leg against Carl a little harder. He gets another moan, this time louder and more audible.

"Did you get this with some kissing, Grimes?"

Carl wants to be swallowed by the earth or eaten completely by a zombie until he doesn't even leave his clothes behind. He never thought that kissing someone would put it  him like this, this was all so new to him that he didn't really expect much. He didn't expect Ron's kisses to reach his neck either.

Carl grabs Ron's shoulders and flinches. Ron's leg didn't move from his position and now almost all of Ron's body was pressed against his.

"R-ron..." Carl groans, closing his eyes and opening his mouth to moan. Ron's kisses on his neck made him tremble and he felt too good, but the area felt very sensitive and he had chills.

Ron runs his tongue along Carl's neck and the younger boy clings tighter to the opposite body.

"Ron, hurts..." Carl mutters as he feels his hard cock pressing against his pants.

Ron separates from Carl and they both get out of bed. Ron closes the door and sits down on the bed again, this time with his back against the wall and tells Carl to sit with his back to him.

Carl does so quickly and Ron hugs him around the waist, placing small kisses on his neck as he undoes Carl's belt and removes his pants with Carl's help.

In his boxers, Carl blushes at being so exposed and cringes under Ron's grasp.

"Don't be shy, it's okay." He whispers Ron against Carl's ear.

Carl sighs and closes his eyes at Ron's low, engaging tone of voice.

When Ron reaches into Carl's boxers and grabs hold of his dick, Carl flinches and lets out a dangerously loud moan.

Ron covers his mouth and Carl puts his hands on top of him, still with his eyes closed.

"Shh. You don't want anyone to hear us, do you?"

Carl shakes his head and relaxes against Ron's chest.

Within a few minutes, the room was filled with Carl's muffled moans and gasps of pleasure, along with the splashing sound of Ron's hand stroking Carl's cock. Carl was really glad it was raining so hard or the others could hear them and they didn't want that.

Carl had never imagined that someone else touching his body would feel so good, nor that kisses could be so addictive. Carl was melting under Ron's touch and waves of pleasure washed over him with every second.

"I'm close..." Carl mutters as Ron's hand on his mouth loosens.

Ron doesn't respond, just bites into his neck, but not hard enough to cut through the skin.

Carl's legs felt like jelly and his body wouldn't stop spasming; his toes twitch and sweat breaks down his body. And Carl can't help but wonder how good he would feel if Ron decided to fuck him. And he knows that Ron wouldn't say no; he was enjoying this just as much as he was, unless Ron's hard cock against his back didn't tell him something.

Ron's hand movements increase and Carl bites his lip to keep from screaming.

"You are so nice." Ron says, leaving Carl's hypersensitive neck alone to enjoy and watch as Carl writhes in his grasp and tries to hold back his moans.

"R-ron." Carl moans for a second before coming on Ron's hand.

Carl fully slumps against Ron, trying to recover from his orgasm.

That was incredible.

"You are well?" Ron asks, brushing his damp hair from Carl's brow.

Carl nods, catching his breath.

"It was...it was good."

"Yes, I noticed."

Ron laughs and kisses Carl's cheek, but he traps his lips against his and they begin a fiery tongue kiss.

As they part, Carl kisses Ron's cheek and turns away, his face flushed and his lips puffy.

"Now it's my turn to make you feel good."