Rarl one-shots.

15|Prize +18.

Ron isn't good with guns, he's already made that clear, but he still keeps trying because Carl makes him do it. Today he managed to hit three shots and Carl was the most excited about it all.

"Well done! That's my Boy."

Rin blushes a bit and in order not to show his face to Carl, he just ducks his head to put the safety on the gun and extends it to Carl. After all, it was Carl's favorite weapon. Ron feels special knowing that Carl allowed him to practice with that weapon when he wouldn't let anyone else use it.

There were two things Ron didn't expect to happen that day. The first; him hitting three shots. The second; Carl licking the barrel of his own gun as Ron was handing it back.

"C-carl?" Ron stammers, stunned at what he's seeing.

Then Carl's mouth opens wider and taking Ron's hand firmly to keep the gun in his place, Carl shoves it into his mouth and sinks against the barrel of the gun.

Ron is too shocked to do or say anything. He just stands there, watching as Carl removes the gun from his mouth leaving a trail of spittle. Carl snatches the gun from him before grabbing Ron's arm and dragging him into the nearest empty house. Too far from Tara's house. Too far from Carl's house.

Carl wastes no time closing the door and shoving Ron against the couch.

"So I was thinking you deserved an award for doing so well today," Carl begins to explain, kneeling between Ron's legs, "and what better than this?"

"Sorry, I'm still taking in the fact that you put your damn gun in your mouth. Carl, that must have been dirty and full of germs.

Carl laughs and shrugs. Was that really his only concern? So beautiful.

"Well, it was a hint of what we would do here. Did you seriously think you weren't going to get anything for being so good today?

Carl smiles at the flushed face of his boyfriend and rushes to unbuckle Ron's jeans. He already felt his mouth watering and he just wanted to eat Ron as much as he could. For Carl, he could just give him a thousand blowjobs and he'd never get tired. At first he felt weird and didn't even like it very much, but Ron enjoyed it and that was all Carl cared about. So the more he did it, the more he liked and enjoyed it. He did better every time and that was reason enough to keep going. He was so familiar with the flavor of Ron, that he declared it his favorite flavor. He was delicious.

Ron keeps looking worriedly at the shuttered windows blocked by the curtains in case someone walks by, or even, if someone saw them out there, he came to see how a gossip.

Ron snaps out of his worries when he feels Carl's warm mouth around his cock and he moans from him, trying to relax as much as possible against the couch.

"S-shit... C-carl.

Carl lets out a laugh through and pushes so hard that Ron's cock hits his throat and he only cares about moving his head in and out with quick movements. As he does so, he tries to cover as much as possible with his tongue.

And Ron enjoys it. Of course he does. Carl was so good at everything he did and he was proud of everything he will accomplish, including learning how to suck cock so well.

On the floor, Carl spreads his legs apart to avoid rubbing his own hard cock between his thighs and focuses solely on Ron's pleasure. His moans were turning him on so much.

"You are so good. Y-you do it so well..."

At the praise, Carl moans around Ron's dick and holds back a smile. By accident, he scrapes he teeth against Ron, but he doesn't seem to care, he just brushes he long hair out of his face and Carl relaxes to continue his work.