Carl, a cheerleader, has been having a hard time at school.
The star football player, Ron, has been targeting him with his bullying lately.
But that doesn't stop Carl from having a crush on him.
Ron's mom died when he was born, and now he lives alon...
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Carl had his hand on Ron's back, comforting him as he threw up. Carl had never drank alcohol before, so obviously he had never had a hangover. He wasn't exactly sure how to handle one, but he was trying his best to take care of Ron now. He had even looked it up on google.
"Here. You need to drink." He said gently, trying to hand him some water. "Thanks." He whispered, taking the cup. He took a small sip, obviously still feeling quite sick.
"Ron.. why do you drink if it makes you feel so sick?" He asked softly. "Because.. I guess it feels good in the moment. It's probably not worth it." He replied, his eyes fixed on the water. "Probably not." He agreed and kissed his cheek.
The two got up and moved to the bed. "Do you feel ok?" He asked, his hand rubbing his back. His boyfriend nodded and smiled softly. "Yeah. I'll be fine." Carl was silent for a moment. "Can I ask you something?" He finally said. "Ok." He replied, looking at his cut-up hands. Carl took his hands into his and looked at his injuries.
"Why did you do it?" He asked. "Do what?" He whispered, although he already knew what he was asking. "Why were you guys fighting?" He clarified. "Because he's a dick. He's lucky Mikey stopped me." He replied.
"Well sure. But what did he do?" He asked. "He was... he was looking at you. And saying stupid shit. I'm not just going to let some guy look at my boyfriend. Fuck that." He obviously getting angry again. Carl couldn't help but smile. His protectiveness made him made him feel good. He situated himself in Ron's lap and gave him a kiss. "Fuck him. I love you." He said with another kiss.
"I love you too, beautiful." He smiled as he pushed his hair behind his ear. "Beautiful." He smiled at the name.
The two started to kiss each other, quickly finding themselves in a make out session. Ron's hand moved up Carl's shirt and on to his chest.
They both jumped and pulled away from the other boy when they heard Rick clear his throat. He was standing in the doorway for who knows how long, his arms crossed. "You're back early." Was all Carl could think to say.
"Mhm." He replied, his eyes on Ron. "You know what's funny?" He asked the boys. They both looked at each other before Carl shrugged his shoulder. "I don't remember saying he could come over. I have to be forgetting that. Because I could almost swear I already told this boy that he wasn't welcome to just come into my home without my permission." He said sarcastically. "I invited him. He didn't come in through the window." Carl told him - as if that made it any better.
"The only reason he didn't come through the window was because I wasn't here to see him come in through the door." He pointed out the obvious truth. Before either boy could respond he had another comment. "Are you hungover?" He asked Ron specifically. He was quiet for a moment before he shrugged his shoulder and said "i don't know."
