Sweet Boy (rarl)

Vol. 16 | Wanna?

Stupid.

That's what teenage boys are. Carl was becoming more and more aware of this the longer he spent with Ron and his friends. It was 'boys night', which Carl had, admittedly regrettably, declared he definitely qualified for. Ron had relentented and agreed to bring him along. Mikey, Ben, and Henry seemed happy to see him - as odd as it may have been. They hadn't been the nicest to him back before he and Ron were together, but Carl exactly didn't blame them for that. The fact that Ron was the ring leader was as obvious back then as it is now.

"So.. Henry." Mikey said with a mischievous smile. "Oh my god. What?" Henry replied, already embarrassed. "What about you and Lydia? What have you two been up to lately?" He asked. The true meaning of his question was obvious. "Well... you know." He smiled proudly now. "We're waiting." Ron declared with a smile after a moment of silence. Before Carl knew it, the other boys were chanting 'tell us' while Henry blushed and hid his face. The fact that they would be doing this exact thing to Ron if he wasn't there was something Carl was well aware of. He cleared his throat loudly in hopes of getting them to stop. The room went quiet upon the remind that one of Lydia's friends was there.

"I have nothing to say." Henry claimed. This meant he would tell them later when Carl wasn't around, even Carl knew that.
"Ok, fine. Sooo... Ron?" Mikey added with a laugh. "Fuck that. Go watch porn or something instead of trying to hear about my sex life, perv." Ron replied with his smile that made Carl feel a warm and fuzzy.

"Carl?" Mikey said from the other side of the table. "Hell no. Don't ever ask me some shit like that." He shook his head. "It's your turn." Mikey added. "Oh. Sorry." Carl replied as he looked down at his cards.

"Don't say sorry. He deserves it." Ron whispered before he pushed his long brown hair behind his ear. Carl smiled softly at his touch. He picked one of his cards and laid it face up on the table. He had never played the game they were playing now, and he was pretty sure the other boys had just come up with it. The look on everyone's face told him what he had just done wasn't good.

"You lose, Grimes." Ron declared with a smile.
"Don't call me that." He replied with a shake of his head. "Here you go." Ben said as he pushed the bottle of liquor towards the loser.
"I don't want that." Carl said. He had never drank alcohol and he wasn't about to start now.
"Loser drinks." Mikey explained.
"Leave him alone. He doesn't want to. He doesn't have to." Ron answered for his boyfriend. "Don't worry about it, sweetie." He added in a soft whisper before he placed a gentle kiss on Carl's cheek. "Ok. I'll take his drink then." Mikey shrugged before he reached over and grabbed the bottle.

Carl looked down at his hands on the table, then to Ron's. It was in that moment that their hands seemed to become magnets to each other. Carl's hand moved discreetly across the table before taking hold of the other boys. Carl took a breath and closed his eyes for a second. He shifted in seat as his lust for Ron grew and grew. His relaxed demeanor and the way his hair was somehow messy while also looking as though that's exactly how it was supposed to mixed with his deep voice had Carl losing his mind. He thought also about how Ron was so willing to defend him, which of course brought his mind back to how he had gotten into a fist fight over him.

"I'm tired. Will you take me home?" Carl asked Ron quickly. He couldn't stand another second of being so close to Ron and not being able to touch him how he wanted. "Of course." Ron agreed before he got up. "Later." He added.
"Bye." Mikey said, not looking up from his cards.

-

"I'm sorry if they made you uncomfortable, baby. They're not trying to or anything, they just don't understand that you don't drink." Ron started to explain as they got in the car.
"I know they can be a lot sometimes. It's just-" he continued before he was interrupted by Carl's lips meeting his. The kiss got deeper as it turned into a mini make out session.