LOVE is DEAD [RARL]

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"Leg's up."

"I can't believe you're-"

"Shut up!"

"God damn- OW, WATCH IT, ASSHOLE!"

"You are such a brat. Legs UP, Carl."

"Sorry, kind of hard to focus on getting your dick in my ass when we're laying down on the dirty ass GROUND."

Ron flicked Carl on the nose before forcing the brunette's legs higher, hooking each over his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck- No, my body does NOT bend like that," Carl tried to sit up on his elbows but Ron pushed him back down, snarling his reply.

"You've done it before!"

"Yeah, after half a bottle of vodka and a pot brownie! OUCH- DUDE, Little warning! New invention; LUBE."

"Where is it then, smart ass?" But Ron was already scrabbling for Carl's abandoned jacket, pulling out the tiny sanitizer bottle.

"I still think this is funny," he laughed dumbly, popping the bottle's cap. "Lube in a sanitizer bottle. Mix 'em up?"

"Just fuck my ass, already!" Carl yanked Ron by the hair back down for a kiss, rolling their naked bottom halves together. Ron shut up.

Fingers dug through hair, into dirt, and over skin as the two future seniors grunted, locked together in their angry, passionate, hate fuck.

Needless to say, their friends gave them a hard time when they finally dismounted the dirt bike outside the classic burger diner on Avret Road, downtown.

"You're late," Enid chimed, eyeing Carl as he winced slightly, fixing the collar of his flannel.

"Had to take detour; bit of traffic," Ron followed up, giving the girl a side hug, highfiving Mikey, before taking a knee before Lydia, kissing the baby bump. Enid rolled her eyes.

"Get up, you complete sod." Lydia laughed, arms folded over her chest.

Carl looked away, jaw grit tight.