Allostatic Load 9

Carl felt his friends hand on his head, shifting the ice pack over to the side. The two sat on a cot in the infirmary for quite a bit, Enid insisted that he be checked out for a concussion. She'd been ignoring Ron all morning, for obvious reasons. After his persistent attempts to talk to her, she left abruptly, leaving the two boys alone in the guest room of the doctor's house.

Enid was not the only one to ignore Ron this morning, Carl was acting rather timid as well, his attempts to talk to his friend were brushed off with short and quick one word answers or a grunt. No matter what he thought, Ron couldn't put his finger on something that he would do, or did, that would upset Carl.

"Are you ok?" He asked, moving the ice pack to the other side of his friend's head.

"Yea."

"No, I mean, you're acting really weird."

Carl gave him a face and blew the short brown curls out of his face.

"I'm f-fine."

"Would you tell me if something happened?"

"I guess…"

"Did I do something wrong?"

Carl paused. He could feel hesitation lingering in the cool Air. His peer soon looked him straight in the eyes, an unavoidable move.

"Last night we played a game... we all drank and..."

He stopped once again with his face flushed red.

"It got a little crazy and you... you.."

Ron was waiting on the edge of his seat. Waiting for the words to describe, pondering his actions of the night before. His hands began to tremble ever so slightly... With questions running through his mind like a muddy stream, thoughts getting caught in the banks.

"... Nevermind, what happened, happened. You didn't hurt anyone, can you just... pass me the water?"

Ron gave an annoyed sigh.

"I'm sorry..." He said out of a habit of his father's demands. The pit of his stomach started to grumble out of hunger. What the hell was the big secret anyways? If he wasn't going to find out from Carl he was going to find out eventually.

"If you won't tell me I'll go ask Enid."

"I think it would sound better coming from me..."

"Yea, well spit it out then!

"...Ron, you kissed me."

Pause.

The two looked at each other.

Ron didn't believe him at first but, the look on his face seemed so genuine… no, His first kiss was supposed to be with a pretty girl, not the son of the person who almost killed his father, his best friend... No, not like this. He didn't want to ask if he was lying or not, he didn't want to know if it was real. Something deep down already confirmed that.

"And I really liked it too..." Carl said, somewhat taking advantage of the situation. He'd already started the conversation, it couldn't get any worse. His friend was drunk but he didn't want to keep the truth from him. That would be unfair to the both of them. The scariest part was that they hardly remembered.

Ron, felt himself gravitate towards the cot as Carl began to sit up as well, neither of them had any idea of what they were doing. Carl justified his motives by wanting to feel alive for one last time if he were to be devoured or shot or worse... One last time he wanted to be close to someone. Ron made him feel so comfortable, so real. Maybe he was just being selfish everything he'd done for his friends here was to benefit himself.

While Ron, he wanted to love he wanted to feel what everyone else felt, the feeling of knowing that someone loves him, cares enough to hold him in their arms, to cradle him and tell him it was going to be ok.

The two leaned in, breath getting warmer and body's flushed with color. They pressed their lips together. The heat of the moment caused the two to shake, adrenaline pumping through their bodies. Ron became rougher and rougher with the other teen. He wanted more than what was bargained for and boy, was he going to get it.

The cot began to shift due to the displacement of weight. Carl caught himself before the bed fell over, breaking the kiss in the process. Momentarily a small string of saliva connected their lips before breaking apart and drizzling down their chins.

"Do you trust me?" Ron asks.

"Depends on what you mean," Carl replies, standing up and pushing Ron back.

"I want you to feel something."

Ron moves back to the door of the infirmary and slowly pushes the nightstand up against it. The books supply a heavyweight.

"Let's do something fun... You up for it?"

Carl nods, almost hesitant but giddy, he wanted to know what Ron was planning.

The other teen circled his friend, looking down at him with his lips tugging upward into a small grin.

"Are you ok if I touch you?"

Carl nods once again, at a loss for words.

Ron drops down to the floor, knees first. He looked up at the brunette innocently and softly laid a hand on his crotch. Rubbing up and down on the denim.

"M-mmm..."

"Is this ok? Or do you want me to stop?"

Carl refused to look down at him but gave a quick thumbs up before putting his hand in his mouth to muffle the noises. The hands caressing his body felt so perfect. goose bumps rose in response to the movement, causing him to shiver.

Ron gently wrapped his fingers around Carl's hardening member. Soon he found himself unbuckling the belt of his peer and tossing it aside, eagerly pulling his cock out from under the two layers of fabric. Carl grunted, moving his hips upward and bracing himself on the wall.

Ron embarrassingly licked his palm, to serve as lubricant and began pumping slowly up and down the shaft.

The two found themselves breathless and shaky. Carl bucking up into Rons hand as he ran his thumb up and down the underside of his cock.

Carl thought he could contain the pressure building up, he tried so hard to hold it off but quickly came into Ron's hand as he delicately ran his fingers over the tip.

In the end, Carl had slumped down against the wall, knees trembling while Ron stared at his fingers that were covered in cum. He looked around for a box of tissue or something rather. Upon finding nothing he stuck the digits in his mouth and began to suck off the salty cream, the taste was admittedly gross but satisfying to know who the owner was.

Carl didn't wait long before leaning in and capturing Ron in a genuine hug. He wanted to whisper a 'thank you' or a sorry but alas the words seemed to be caught in his throat. The hug was the only confirmation of affection that he was capable of giving.

"I-i think I might love you, man..." Ron says, squeezing Carl back.

Of course, neither of them said anything after that, just silently holding each other in a blissful embrace. They pulled the cot closer and laid down on either side. Taking In the lustful scent in the air while it lasted. Soon after Denise entered and checked over Carl one last time to confirm that there was no immediate damage done, Then sent the boys on their way.

Jessie called out to Carl from her porch, inviting him in to stay the night because they had quarantined his father. He understood why Rick was way out of line.

Carl accepted her offer but, said he'd be back with some clothes and a pillow to stay over. The house was unlocked, Michonne must still be at Carols so he hadn't thought much about the silence, in fact, it gave him time to lay down on the couch and think. He took off his father's hat, laying it down on the coffee table then running his fingers through his many locks of chocolate colored hair.

As before Carl pressed two fingers to his lips as if they were lips. The feeling of such bliss came rushing back and for the first time in a very long time, he smiled.

That smile quickly faded when a pair of slender hands wrapped around his face, moving his mouth and forcing a cloth over his mouth as he faded unconscious.