☆ All the Stars ☆ (rarl)

Vol. 31 | Godless and Free

The sun was barley up, but Ron had been up all night. He was sitting in the bed next to Carl as he slept, and was planning what he'd say to Negan. He ran his hand through Carls hair, smiling at how cute he looked while he slept.
"I love you." He whispered, kissing his forehead.

Carl stretched, rubbing his eye. "Did you say something?" He asked, looking up at Ron.
"I said I love you." Ron replied, his hand still in Carls hair.
"I love you too." Carl said, his eye closed tiredly.

Ron smiled again. "Can I have a kiss?" He said, his hand on Carls cheek now.
Carl sat up, getting in Ron's lap and putting their lips together.

"Why are you awake?" Carl said, finally awake enough to be aware of the time. He was pretty sure he already knew though.
"I was just thinking. And watching you. I'm a little obsessed." Ron said, whispering the last part into Carls ear.
"Wow. You're so romantic." Carl replied, pretending to be sarcastic.
In reality it had given him butterflies. Not just what he had said, but how he had whispered it to him.

"I know you. You love that stuff. Don't act like you don't." Ron said, giving Carl a kiss.
"What stuff? Stalkers?" Carl said, smiling.
"Something like that." Ron whispered, running his finger over Carls lips.
"Fine. You got me." Carl said, finding the idea of Ron being obsessed with him attractive. He didn't actually want an obsessive stalker, just a sort of game between himself and his husband.

"I did. It's good you know." Ron said, running his hand down Carls back.
"Whats good?" Carl asked, smiling uncontrollably as Ron's hand went lower and lower.
"That you like that stuff. If you didn't, I'd have to hide my obsession." Ron clarified, squeezing Carl.
Carl moved closer to him, pressing himself against Ron.

"How are you obsessed with me?" Carl said, clearly enjoying this.
"I think about you all the time. I always want to be with you. To be touching you." Ron replied, trying his best to say what he thought Carl would want to hear.
"That's sweet. What else?" Carl said as Ron kissed his neck. Obviously he wanted Ron to say something more, well, unhinged, but what?
"Um.." Ron said, thinking about what to say.
He watched as Carl took off his shirt, then his pants.

"I.. what you want me to say?" Ron said in a whisper as if it wouldn't break the immersion.
Carl took his underwear off, enjoying as Ron obviously stared at him.

"You don't need to say anything." Carl said, putting his hand in Ron's hair. He played with his hair for a moment, then put his hand on the back of his head. He guided him in between his legs, shuddering at the feeling.
The two stayed like that for some time, only stopping to have sex.

Carl couldn't help but smile as Ron cuddled him, kissing on him every once in a while.
He really was the best husband ever, and always made him feel loved.

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Ron woke up, not remembering falling asleep. His body ached and his throat hurt.

Maybe letting Carl push him down and have full on sex with his throat wasn't the best idea.

He coughed, looking at the clock. It was past one pm. He looked over at Carl, who was awake and reading.

"My throat hurts." He informed his partner, a rasp in his voice.
"Yeah. I can hear that. I'm sorry sweetie." Carl said, kissing his cheek.
"It's ok. It's not that bad. It was worth it." Ron said with a mischievous smile.

Carl smiled, giving him a kiss. "It was? You want to do it again?" He said, secretly hoping he would say yes.
"I'd love to, but it already hurts." Ron said with a sigh, putting his hand on Carls thigh.
"Maybe later. What about that?" Ron added, kissing Carls cheek.
"Later." Carl said with a smile.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Carl asked, referring to Negan.
"Like this? He'll ask about it." Ron said, embarrassed at the idea.
"Just tell him it's a sore throat. He doesn't need to know why." Carl said, pushing Ron's hair back.
"I don't know." Ron whispered, trying to push it off again.

"You can't wait forever. It's eating you up. You cry almost every night. I know it's because you miss him. And that's ok. I'm not going to be mad if you have a relationship with him. I get it. He's.. important to you." Carl said, not wanting to take that relationship away.

Ron wiped a tear off his cheek. "He is." He whispered.

"So go talk to him." Carl said, wiping Ron's tears.

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Carl and Ron raided the kitchen for something to eat. Ron had a glass of water in his hand as he looked through the fridge, and Carl checked the cabinets.

"You two are up late." Michonne said, making Judith lunch.
"Yeah. We stayed up late." Carl said, putting his hand on Ron's back.
"I told you that you need to go to bed earlier. It's not good for you." Rick said, looking at the boys.

Ron laughed, taking a drink of his water.
"What?" Carl asked him, wondering why he was laughing.
"Nothing. It's just that I swear dad said the same thing to me. Like, word for word." Ron said with a smile.
"You feeling ok?" Michonne said, noticing his sore throat.

"Yeah. Just a sore throat." Ron said awkwardly, clearing his throat.
"You want a cough drop?" Rick said, the real reason for his sore throat never crossing his mind.

"I'm good. Thanks though." Ron said, grateful that Rick cared for him. He even had let him move in. He had moved all his stuff he cared about from the sanctuary to carls room a few weeks ago.

"Are you sure? I think there is some cold medicine around here. You don't want it getting worse. I mean, you just started feeling better." Michonne said, referring to when he was sick from the bite.

"I'm ok. Really." Ron said, a bit embarrassed.
"Hey, do you want some eggs?" Carl asked his husband, picking up the container.
"Yeah sure." Ron said softly, kissing Carls cheek.

He smiled, giving Ron a hug.
"I love you." He said, tightening his hug.
"I love you too sugar." Ron said, hugging him back.

"Sugar?" Carl said, looking up at him and blushing.
"Yeah. Why not?" Ron asked, trying not to laugh.
"You know why not." Carl said, still embarrassed.
"Because you're not sweet?" Ron said, pushing Carls hair behind his ear.
"I'm nicer than you." Carl claimed, putting his hand on Ron's.

"Yeah sure. Let's ask Mikey." Ron said.
"No he likes you more than he likes me. Of course he'll say you are." Carl said with a smile.
"No he doesn't. He just likes to think we're a team. And that you're the enemy." Ron said, thinking that he found himself in that situation often.

"Exactly. And then he's surprised when we kiss." Carl said, thinking it was funny to annoy him.
"I know. He's so stupid." Ron said, knowing Mikey was usually joking.
"True. It's funny when he gets all worked up though." Carl said, cooking their food.
"Yeah. We should play pool tonight." Ron said, wondering how Mikey even made teams in that game.

"I'll win but ok." Carl said with a mischievous smile.
"Oh I'm sure you will." Ron said sarcastically, kissing Carls cheek.

The two ate their food and discussed their plan for the day.
Next up was a visit to Negan, and to say Ron was nervous would be an understatement.

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