A/N :lol hello, school came up and I didn't have time to write anything? wrote this bit by bit over like a month so rip my writing career
Carl bent down, peering under the gate, the heat radiated off the sidewalk creating a watery effect. They only had a few minutes until Eugene came back from the shift change and for whatever reason, Enid was holding them up. He stood back up again, looking out into the distance, staring at a walker impaled on a stake. He almost zoned out with his eyes focused on the dead man until a small tap on his shoulder made reality come into focus.
"Let's hurry." Enid snapped,
dragging Ron by the arm, lord knew she had an iron grip. Carl looked back and covered his mouth with his hand. Ron looked as if he'd just dropped his ice cream with eyes wide and lips pointed downward.
Enid dragged him along as Carl followed, opening the gate and then closing it in relatively the same position.
They ducked down into the tree line to avoid being seen by anyone on patrol. Enid had brought her bag to fill with all sorts of supplies, unaware of what Carl's true intent was. Needless to say, he was quite excited for this walk, he was hoping that bringing Ron along would boost his confidence for this petty mission.
The trio walked aimlessly with only Carl directing them due left or right. It wasn't much different than any other journey they went on, by the time they had reached the interstate a total of 7 walkers were killed. An easy journey for an easy going group. Miles upon Miles from Alexandria the teens walked upon the never-ending concrete road. The morning haze had basked the day in a much warmer blaze, cracking the skin on their lips. Ron was the first to sport and point out the shimmering roof of the plaza just off of a curling exit. Behind the group walkers had begun to collect, stumbling much slower than the survivors
"Please, Can we just make this a quick trip and get back before someone notices we're gone? Please?" Ron whined, he'd already said this nearly 90 times on the way.
"Of course Ronald, it's just an in and out trip, not a big deal, right Carl?"
He nodded and shoved the map into Enid's bag.
As they approached the large building it was clear that the only reason the roof of the strip mall had been so shiny was because of the heat. not that this was much of a disappointment or anything. The outskirts of the building were shrouded with debris ranging from matted, messy clothes to newspapers dating back to doomsday. All the trash collected in the corners or in little piles of leaves and weeds.
The door to the clothing store was locked tight and bored up, in the same manner, it was practically impossible to break a lock such as that with just their bare hands and some good wit. They needed brute force.
Enid suggested that they all look for a large metal bar or pole to pry the doors open While carl thought it best to search for a side entrance or roof hatch. Ron, he just waited patiently feeling quite bad that he did not have the knowledge or skill set to add to the conversation, so he just stood, propped up against a stone pillar. They thought it best (including Ron) that It would take much less time looking for another entrance rather than to make heaps of nice trying to force the door open. Enid branched off to take the East side of the building while Ron went with Carl to search the west.
"Carl, what are we doing here?"
"what do you mean?"
"I mean, what are we DOING? what reason do we have for being out here alone?"
"We're Capable of handling ourselves-"
"yea, you and Enid are, I can barely hold a gun, let alone shoot one."
"You just don't have enough practice is all, don't be worried, someone will teach you at one point ."
they rounded the corner of the desolate building to be awaited with a door, partially cracked open and ready. Carl went to find Enid as Ron stared into the pit of blackness.
"I can do this…"
he whispered under his breath and pushed the door open. it let out a loud howl as the rusted metal rubbed up against each other. The light barely illuminated the room, it made the dusty glass counter shine just a tad, otherwise, it was quite difficult to see. The boards on the windows needed to be taken off. Ron walked inside. Pushing further into the isles it became clear that this was a women's clothing store, or what was left of it. The racks were covered in dust along with the variety of Blouses and pants. by the time he was halfway through the department it became impossible to see without a flashlight. So he turned back, Hoping to see his friends walk in with a flashlight but instead found a shadow in the doorway. Ron couldn't make out the face, the sun was too bright pianist his eyes but the figure looked like it needed help.
"hey…" he mumbled just under his breath trying to grab the attention of the Shadowy figure.
It moves forward, one foot at a time nearly stumbling over each foot and it's uncut grimy pant legs.
It didn't take long to realize that this thing was not human. The walkers face came into view as if tripped and fell right infant of Ron. He went rigid, Reaching and snatching the walker thrashed at his feet. Instinctively he backed away then, unfortunately running into the rack behind him. He fell and became entangled between the many long dresses. he could feel the walker crawling closer but when he was able to look up Enid loomed over the creature with a sharp piece of metal and with one lethal swoop she decapitated the creature. She almost looked like someone you'd see playing golf on the noon of a Sunday. Its head rolled across the tile, leaving a trail of dark blood behind.
this was Ron's time to catch his breathe. he didn't realize how much noise he'd made in the followed Enid into the store and closed the door behind him. The darkness consumed the room and left then teens in relative darkness.
"R-Ron, are you ok? you're not bitten or scratched are you?" Carl asked a bit frantically.
Ron sniffed and let out his last bit of breath before he was ready to answer.
"N-no I'm ok… I don't think so… I-I…"
"Its ok, calm down…" Enid said, after stabbing the metal through the forehead of the disembodied head.
Carl extended his hand and pulled Him up, brushing off the dust from his jacket.
They all searched the place, in a group, all together, mostly with Ron in the middle to keep and eye out. One it was clear that the place was vacant they began to take a few boards off the front of the store's windows to allow the sunlight to shine in. Illuminating the department once again.
"I'm going to get my own clothes, you two can.. do whatever we came here to do," Enid said, quickly winking at Carl.
Ron noticed this and asked if this was his idea. Carl nodded hesitantly.
"there's something I think I should tell you…i guess." He sighed " I came here today so I could get, a… one of, you know?"
He pointed to a nearby rack, upon it was a handful of ruffled skirts.
"you wanna get a skirt?"
Even In the dark room, Ron could tell that Carl had begun to blush.
"Hey, Listen." Ron started. "Don't feel bad ok? you can be a badass and still wear what you want."
His peer gave him a soft smile as they went over to the rack together.
The hours passed in the confinement of the store, half the racks empty now as the two boys sat on a stack of clothes, the word stack used lightly.
Ron held a folded stack of three skirts as he watched Carl exit the dressing room with a very short, almost velvet like the skirt. The blue looked stunning on him especially against the color of his eyes.
"Wow..."
"What? Does it look bad?"
"No no, not at all, I think it looks really cute actually." Ron laughed nervously. The attire was cute there's no denying that, His peer looked oddly attractive in the Short skirt, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"I think I'll take this one back with me actually."
"I don't blame ya, it looks stunning."
Carl bit his lip and re-entered the changing room. Not long after he called for Ron to help him with a zipper.
When he let Ron in it was obvious what the problem was, he'd gotten the back of his shirt all wrapped up in the zipper and the angle the zipper was at made it too difficult for him to undo himself.
But, to fix the problem it was again, clear that he had to undo the skirt and unhook the fabric from the teeth.
"can you, uh, Bend over?"
Carl made a face but, obliged willingly.
Will his peer's ass in the air Ron gulped and began loosening the little threads from the ridges. Carl bit the back of his hand, it felt weird to have someone touching him but, it just felt..oddly inviting…
As Ron moved closer to the end of the skirt he noticed something under it. From the looks, it was another thing of a similar blue but.. with lace? It covered Carl's ass hardly it seemed rather uncomfortable to have something as tight as that on.
Then the realization dawned upon him, they were blue, light blue women's panties…
His face went red as he slowly reached up and around the plump rump to pull at the edge of the panties. Carl noticed, panicked at first but then found himself leaning back into his touch.
"Are you ok with this?" Ron whispered.
"I think, just, this time, go slow…"
"Listen, we don't have to..."
"But I want to." Carl purred, grind back just a tad more
Ron pulled away the Blue lace and began to expose the lovely ass the belonged to the Grimes boy. Little freckles covered most of the top leading up to his back. Once his hole appeared Ron began to stare at the pink little muscle. He pressed a thumb to the skin and watched it twitch under his touch.
"Wait," Carl said, turning around face to face with his friend. He studied Ron's expression, dragging his eyes across his soft cheeks that were dotted with dirt and acne.
Then, He leaned in to press a soft, loving kiss to the chapped lips of the teen. Ron didn't hesitate to kiss back.
Carl moved, and pressed Ron against the mirror of the changing quarters.
"I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel."
He trailed down his body, tracing the outline of his chest. Ron threw his head back as he grew more and more aroused but the scenario, he breathed out into the musky air as Carl moved lower to palm at his growing bulge.
"You're so beautiful..." Ron whispers, looking down at Him.
Carl undid the zipper and pulled out the thick base of his peer's cock. A droplet of pre-come began to flow down his shaft, smiling up he took the tip between his lips.
"Fuck..."
He moves slower but sucks a bit more on the tip as he begins to work his way down. All the while his free hand reaching down to please himself.
Ron was in almost complete bliss as he began threading his fingers through the deep Browns locks. Soon the sensation was just too much, he was going to cum.
"Carl. W-wait."
His lips pulled off of the head, leaving a string of saliva behind.
"Yea?"
"C-can we...-?"
"Yes, I think I'm ready..."
He turned around to face the wall with the hooks, pressing his hands up against it and moving his ass up into the air.
Ron audibly gulped at the sight. Touching the brim of his already loose skirt, he pulled it down all the way to the ground along with the light blue undergarments.
Carl's pale arse was in full view now, splattered with little brown freckles.
"If you want me to stop, just say so, ok?" Carl nodded. Ron moved his head to the plush rump and ran his tongue over the plump skin, planting soft kisses along the way. When Ron reached the hole he paused when he saw scars around the entrance, he hadn't seen these before. Quickly, so his partner wouldn't notice his observation Ron pressed his tongue to the entrance, softly moving it back and forth. Carl let out a deep moan against the wall, his whole body was quivering now.
Darting his tongue in and out, Ron felt Carl move his ass back, first subtly, then prominently grinding.
Ron removed his tongue and slipped two fingers into his mouth, after sucking on those vigorously he slipped them into the already wet entrance or the other teen
"I've only seen this is porn..."
Carl moaned, grinding his hips back into the feeling.
Of course, he had to be stretched with more than one finger so Ron generously added another and moved them apart and together in a scissoring kind of motion.
Carl broke into a swear, he was a mess of muffled Mewls and whines. He was almost at a loss for words.
Not long after the third finger was added, Ron pulled away and pressed a kiss to Carl's hole one last time. He undressed and spit on his palm to prepare his own throbbing member. Pushing the lubed head to his peer entrance he began to slide inside.
"W-Wait! Carl yelped
"What? Are you ok?"
Carl shuddered, it burned horribly and he had already begun to feel so full.
"Can you wait a second... It burns..."
"Of course, it's only the head, though, if that matters."
For a while, the two laid in each other's embrace against the wall of the changing room as Carl's hole
Clenched and pulsated around Ron's cock. He wanted to thrust in just a bit but it would hurt Carl and there's no way he'd let that happen again.
"You can m-move now.."
"Are you sure?"
Carl purred as he moved back against the throbbing member and oh did it feel so good. The burning sensation passed rather quick after Ron's first few sloppy thrusts. It was hard to get the hang out it at first but soon he was able to push in and out with ease.
"You're so damn t-tight..."
There was no response due to the fact that Carl had pulled up his shirt and stuffed it into his mouth. There was a long trail of little moans and groans, not to mention her was mumbling as well. But he hadn't felt this submissive to someone since... What happened.
"Mast- - Ron... Please..."
Ron paused, slowing his hips as he went to reach for his peer's erection and jerk it, along with his own bucking hips.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..." He muttered, leaning more into Carl's back, dragging his nails across the soft pale skin.
"Inside... Inside me.." Carl whimpered between breathes.
Soon, Ron cumming, hot and wet ropes into his peers clenched hole. He could feel his cock twitch as he let out a long deep groan.
Carl shook, still awaiting his own orgasm. But the wet sensation inside of his was so hot he couldn't help but touch himself.
"Let me help you with that... It's the least I can do." Ron whispered between breathes.
He engulfed the tip in a needy fashion, causing Carl to just about blow his load right there and then.
But he had to keep watching as Ron sloppily jerked and sucked at his pulsing member until he finally came into his peer's mouth with an almost breathtaking sensation.
"Fuck..." He muttered as he watched Ron lick his lips and swallow the rest of his seed.
"Well, spitters are quitters." He chuckled. Carl leaned for a kiss and Ron didn't deny him.
There really couldn't be a more perfect moment.