Yeah this shit dEaD

Basically. I play Carl.

Carl walked down the streets of the community. His shaggy, untrimmed, chocolatey brown hair falling down over his shoulders. Bright blue eye looking around in distrust. His pale skin was littered with freckles. Mainly on his shoulders, face, hips and thighs. He was pretty damn beautiful.

Ron was busy leaning against a building watching Carl, his dirty blonde hair slightly carried by the wind his eyes locked onto carl as he passed by. Ron whistled as he checked carl out. "Damn, you're pretty damn beautiful." Ron snickered, sending a wink mostly to taunt Carl.

Carl growled softly. Something about Ron just...pissed him off. Whether it be is dirty blonde hair that fell messily into his face, his tall, muscualr physique or that dumbass, snarky attitude. Hell. Could be all of it. Carl switched his mind off and rolled his eyes. Glaring at Ron "Oh fuck off Anderson."

Ron didn't know what it was about carl, sure he was the neighborhood bully but something about Carl just made him want to harass him more, could it be his sassy attitude, that small petite body or the way his cowboy hat fit perfectly on his wonderful probably soft hair.

"Aww, Carl honey you didn't say hello to your favorite person in the whole world." Ron smirked, Ron's smirk would make anyone want to punch it.

Carl was very fucking convinced on punching him. After a while back when they where both younger and more dumb, they fought. Alot. And Carl remembers the way Ron pressed him up against the wall. His agression showing as he pressed the shovels handle up against Carl's neck. Carl hated the fact that this turned him on. Given the situation he felt disgusted. And since it was Ron. Sighing, Carl looked at him. Holding his head up and quirking the corner of his lips up a little "That's cause I don't fucking see them."

Ron took a few steps forward looking down at Carl. Ron is so turned on by Carl right now he grown a slight bulge which he would have to deal with later. "Carl Carl Carl, I thought we best friends." Ron kept his smirk going, squinting his eyes slightly, as he reached his hand down to brush against his cheek, to piss Carl off but in reality Ron just wanted to touch Carl's soft pale skin.

"See, if you didn't like me you'd have punched me or walked away already." Ron chuckled his chuckle was so annoying, most people would tell him to shut his trap well Enid at least would have

Carl couldn't help but shiver. And get that small twinge of excitement. It confused him and worried him. He froze up momentarily. Before quickly coming to his senses and shoving Ron away

"What the hell Ron!? That's fucking disgusting! You asshole!" He tried to convince himself he didn't like Ron. That this was his body just being weird and that he didn't actually like him. He had a slight blush and was panicking.

Ron softly bit his lip when he finished brushing his hand against Carl's cheek. Ron closed his eyes for a brief moment to just enjoy the thought of Carl before shaking his head and opening his eyes and when he did he looked down seeing a slight blush on Carl's face.

"Heh, feeling angry bud?" Ron taunted again, before a bright pink blush crept on his own face, he was using all his self control to not kiss Carl.

Carl sputtered slightly before pushing past him and walking farther down the road. He was a mix of emotions. Confused, Slightly turned on and so forth. He stopped by an abandoned house and leaned against the wall. Breathing heavily and letting out a soft keen at the traces of Ron's touch. He didn't know what to do.

Ron frowned when Carl walked away, though he enjoyed it when Carl pushed past him it sent out a spark throughout his body he moaned softly as he closed his eyes. Ron sighed as he left to go to his house to deal with his raging boner the thoughts of Carl are enough to instantly give him a raging boner, as he was fapping he was thinking of Carl.

Carl slowly slid down the wall of the abandoned house. His lower half feeling sore and painful. He whimpered and tried to shift a bit to make it more comfortable for himself. It didn't do much. He couldn't just. Sit there and rub one out and he didn't feel good enough to go back home so he layed there and bit his lip. Trying to not think of Ron.

After finishing he got dressed again, and he walked outside to the target practice area where Rick taught him how to shoot. Ron wanted to eventually join the Militia, anyways he grabbed his Glock and aimed he started shooting Ron wasn't the best aim but he wasn't the worst either it took about 2 shots before he hit his target, he kept practicing until his magazine was empty. Ron's mind was focused on Carl mainly his smooth petite body pushing again his own made him feel so excited.

After a very long and painful moment. Carl came stumbling over to the target practice after hearing the gunshots. He looked like he had been crying. His skin even paler and how soft blue eye misty and unfocused. It was a slightly pretty sight. The pain had gotten so bad and Carl had to take care of it. He felt slightly ashamed as he imagined Ron looming over him as he kept him pinned down by the small of his back.

Ron growled at his poor aim he turned around and saw Carl he got a small blush but he saw Carl's eyes were misty and his skin was paler, even when Ron was being an absolute dick to Carl he still didn't like seeing Carl sad or hurting.

"I- are you okay Carl?" Ron asked stuttering a bit his voice was full of concern.

Carl was a little taken aback. He rubbed his eye and sniffled "Yeah I'm fine. It's nothing." He snapped slightly and frowned. Ron was the last person he needed to see right now. Espically not after what he had done. But. He couldn't help but feel good at the fact that he was concerned about him.

Ron walked closer to Carl there being a small gap between them. "You sure?" Ron asked putting his index and middle finger on his chin which he proceeded to tilt his head up so that Carl was looking at Ron. Ron was giving him a smile this one was actually a genuine smile.

Carl's face turned a very light shade of pink. He gulped slightly and stared up at Ron. Locking eyes with him. Carl actually gave a soft smile back and answered him "Yes Ron. I'm sure." This felt so right. Carl liked it.

Ron couldn't take it anyone he wrapped both hands around Carl's waist and pulled him closer to him. "Sorry." Ron apologized before he leaned down to smash lips with carl, Ron loved the way Carl's soft pale lips felt against his own.

Carl sqeauked slightly and hesitated. He blushed and got more into it. Kissing him back softly as he wrapped his arms around his neck. His hands tangling into his hair softly

Ron lifted Carl up for him to wrap his legs around him, Ron was holding Carl tightly making sure not to drop him, he was making the kiss more heated as he poked Carl's bottom lip with his tongue to ask for entrance.

Carl's blush turned a darker red and he moaned softly. He got a little shy and pressed against Ron as he meekly opened his mouth for him. Not having his back pressed against something sturdy made him feel a little worried.

Ron's tongue explored every inch of Carl's mouth, moaning slightly as he did so after a long good kiss Ron pulled away for air panting slightly. Ron looked into Carl's blue eyes half expecting a punch in the face.

Carl suddenly hugged Ron tightly. He was shuddering and giving soft pants as he shakily spoke up "I-i hate you. Asshole." He said this in an affectionite way. Carl liked him and decided, now's the time to tell him.