The Way Things Are (A Rarl Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

Ron knew his dad was an asshole. Abusive to his mom, his little brother, and even him. It was wrong, but Pete was Alexandria's only doctor. What else could they do? Diana had made Rick the new constable and Ron secretly hoped that something could be done. He used to not be this way. Pete had gotten help, but at the end of the world there seemed to be a short supply of therapists. He was tired of it. Watching his mom get hit, or watching his little brother, Sam, go hide in the closet. It was a special closet. His mom put a lock on the inside, so that way when Pete got angry Sam could go hide.

So, Ron confided in Carl. They spent all of their time together, Ron using Carl as a wanted distraction. He could confide in Carl and Carl would always understand. Carl felt the same about Ron. They both had bad luck with parents. Ron had his abusive father and Carl had his dead mother. They had all been through so much, but when they were together it didn't matter because they were there for each other.

"I don't ever want to leave this spot," Carl mumbled. He was currently nestled up next to Ron on the roof of the church. He could feel Ron's heartbeat against his cheek and it made him happy.

Ron looked down at Carl's blue eyes. "Then don't." He leaned down and kissed Carl. Carl smiled through the kiss and let Ron's tongue slide into his mouth. Carl kissed Ron with all of his might.

"This is good," Carl thought. "This right here is where I want to be." They continued to kiss, lips entwining, until Ron pulled away.

"I think I'm going to have to stop," Ron groaned.

"Why? Am I turning you on too much?" Carl asked, a smirk playing across his lips. Carl looked Ron right in the eyes and bit his bottom lip.

"Yes, Carl. That is exactly why. Especially when you bite that lip," Ron said, trying not to cum in his pants at the sight of the boy in front of him.

"Why don't I help you?" Carl asked Ron seductively. They had been together for a while. Carl was ready and Ron was ready a long time ago. Carl wasn't ready to go all the way, yet, but he was ready to go part of the way.

Ron turned beet red. "I mean, if you want." Carl shifted off of Ron. He stood up carefully on the roof. Carl climbed a bit higher on the roof and motioned for Ron to follow. They climbed almost to the very top of the roof, high enough that they would not be seen... Unless you were purposely looking for horny, bi teenage boys on the roof.

Neither boy knew what they were doing, but Carl brought it up, so he figured he should start. Carl reached down to Ron's waist line and grabbed ahold of his belt loops. Ron smiled as Carl pulled him closer and into a deep kiss. While they were making out, Ron's hand crept around and cupped Carl's butt. It was nice and firm. Carl had a nice ass.

Carl, without breaking the kiss, unbuckled Ron's belt. Ron's breath caught in his throat when he felt Carl's hand on his skin. He had never felt anyone's hands on his body but his own. He loved the feeling. It made him even harder than he already was.

Carl reached past Ron's waist line and pulled the band of his blue boxers down. Now Carl broke the kiss to look down. When he did, Ron began kissing the side of his neck. When Carl looked down he could see Ron's slight "v" that lead down to the tops of his light brown pubic hair. He had a small happy trail that ran straight up to his belly button. Not too much, not too little. Carl loved the sight of Ron's body, but he loved the feeling of Ron leaving love bites all over his neck more.

Finally, with a deep breath, Carl moved his hand into Ron's boxers. He grabbed Ron's dick in his hand. He couldn't tell it's exact size, but it filled up his hand nicely. Ron let out a soft moan when Carl touched his penis. Carl looked up at Ron and kissed him. As soon as their lips connected Carl started moving his hand. This sent Ron into a frenzy. Ron was moaning into the kiss. Carl kept stroking Ron's dick. Up and down. Going at a steady pace. Ron's breathing hitched and Carl knew Ron was close.

"Carl I'm-gonna-cu cu cum," Ron moaned. His muscles tensed preparing for his blissful release.

"I know, babe. It's okay. Let go for me." Those words sent Ron over the edge. He tensed up and let out a moan, that was probably too loud, and spilled his seed into Carl's hand. Carl could feel Ron's cum on his hand. It was warm and wet. Carl loved that feeling. He loved watching Ron fall apart at his touch, loved watching him moan as he came. When Ron was finished he smiled at Carl, who had just removed his hand from Ron's pants.

"Thank you so much, Carl. That was amazing," Ron leaned in and kissed a smiling Carl in the lips. "Shall I return the favor?" Ron asked with one eyebrow raised. His beanie had fallen off in the process of him getting off, letting his hair fall down into his eyes.

"You're welcome, Ron. And no," Carl blushed deeply. "I may have gotten off already." Carl looked up at Ron, shyly, because he was embarrassed that he came in his pants without being touched.

Ron looked at Carl. Saw the blush in his cheeks. "That's so hot. I'll get to you next time," Ron said with a wink. Ron fixed his pants and buckled his belt. Carl looked at Ron. Ron looked at Carl. Blue eyes on blue eyes. Ron broke the silence. "How many people do you think can say they got a hand job on the roof of a church?"

Both boys laughed until tears streamed down their faces. They kissed one last time before they climbed off the roof of the church. They held hands until they parted to go to back to their houses, the sun setting over the walls of Alexandria.