LOVE is DEAD [RARL]

6

Ron loved when Carl Grimes put his hair into a pony tail, and for a few reasons.

One, he could see the freckled face clearer. With the mop out of his eyes, they sparkled like diamonds in a way the made Ron weak at the knees. Two, it was hot as fuck on him. If anyone was allowed to wear his hair in a pony tail, it was Carl fucking Grimes, and third, Carl always put his hair up before giving the best head known to man. He would bat those long lashes, take his hair bow off his wrist, and drop to his knees. It was a heavenly sight.

Only, those lips weren't around his dick at the moment. No, the dumb boy was always eating his cheap ass popsicles, hair tugged up sloppily to expose his neck to the sun, fighting the heat in the way that Enid and Lydia did.

And Ron thought he was dying.

Getting hot and flustered in the summer was bad enough as it was; burning skin, tight clothes, and no where to hide.

The best Ron could do to hide his hard on was sit down beside his friend, knees draw closer to his chest so as to hide what he was so desperately trying to get rid of.

Come on, Ron, he told himself,
squinting at the warped pavement as heat waves rose from the asphalt. Think of something else.

They spent so much time outside. Ron, because his dad was insufferable, and Carl because he really liked hanging out with Ron and his friends.

Except, only Mikey was around now, the three boys living closer together; within 3 blocks of each other. Enid and Lydia were a bit further, on the other side of the subdivision.

Mikey, who enjoyed playing soccer, kicked his half-inflated ball at Ron, who was too distracted by his erection to duck in time.

"FUCK," he yelled, cheek stinging with pain and embarrassment as he jumped up. Mikey began laughing hysterically, and Ron knew it was too late.

"Wow, Ron," Carl snickered, lips stained cherry red from the popsicle. His tongue dragged across the soft skin of his upper lip. All Ron could do was pull the hem of his shirt over it and gawk at Carl.

"Take care of that shit," Mikey goaded, doubled over with giggles, but Ron didn't even look to him.

He was too busy realizing how absolutely whipped he was for Carl Grimes.