Going to keep going with events from this short series. The timeline is jumping around with how the show progresses for the record. Hope you all continue to enjoy this mess of a story.

It was early in the day, mostly sunny, and not too hot for once. Many Alexandrians wandered the roads going about their days and switching guard positions. Kids still played, and jobs were still work, but there was this darkness that crept in the minds of all the residents. The Saviors came and would come again. Taking tons of supplies and threatening to hurt them all; so long as those monsters were out there no one was truly safe.

For so long life was about surviving the dead, now it has almost completely become about surviving other people. In a world with no rules, everyone plays by their own. The Saviors were just like everyone else, people banding together in order to make it in this world. The problem is, they were under the leadership of a madman. Killing them all would be too much, and too cruel, but if you cut the head off of the snake, hopefully the body would die too.

After losing the lives of so many friends, and seeing his father become Negan's lapdog, Carl knew it was up to him to take Negan down and get revenge. He already went to the armory and got an AR and magazines. He grabbed a few other tools but also needed his knife. He realized he left that in Jesse's old house. Guess this means he'd have to bother Ron again oh boy.

So he did; Carl walked with purpose through the streets of Alexandria. His backpack was large and full of supplies but he tried to make it look casual so no one would suspect anything. He waved at Carol, and admired the handful of citizens getting trained in how to fight. Sadly no matter how much they practiced it wouldn't be as good as the real experience Carl and his friends had gone through. It's not so simple, being able to kill people who are still alive and not walkers, it takes a kind of mental toughness not everyone has or can acquire.

Ron chose not to be a dick for once and let him in. He got his knife and started sorting his items while telling Ron his plan. Maybe this wasn't a plan he should have shared though. It didn't really make sense why he felt comfortable talking to his fellow youth, they didn't really get along. Maybe part of him wanted someone to know where he went, in case he never came back.

"Are stupid are you?" Ron asks angrily watching Carl in the living room mess around with a bag. "Going against that monster is like taking on a dictator and his army."

"I know it will be dangerous but someone has to do something" Carl says, his eyes unwavering.

"Dangerous? More like a death sentence. As much as I don't like you, I thought you were brighter than this. I should tell Rick his son wants to go get himself blown away." Ron continues.

"Look, my dad was broken by Negan and his fear of losing all this keeps him from making a move. If we chop the head off the snake there's a good chance the rest of the body dies too."

"And if you're wrong about that theory?" Ron asks.

"Then we'll figure out a way to fight them all I guess" Carl says.

Carl had gotten a haircut after the incident with Negan and though his hair was still long, it made him look like a guy again not a chick. Ron didn't know why, but he preferred it like this, closer to how it looked when they first met.

"Fine, maybe you do go and you fix all this. And maybe I don't tell your dad you're choosing to be an idiot" Ron says. "So maybe you do something for me. Something big. Something so good I won't forget it even if you never come back."

That last sentence had a hint of sadness in it Carl sensed. There was a long pause that loomed over them in the room. Carl's heart began to pound in his chest, why was he always so nervous around Ron. This being dirty together thing used to be embarrassing, but now it kind of made him enjoy forgetting about all the shit they have to go through with this world. Carl realized he had already made up his mind. He couldn't help but chuckle while taking his hat off.

"Okay" Carl says, getting on his knees. "Come here."

Ron grinned that confident grin of his and pushed his pants down a bit once standing in front of Carl. "You can't tell me you didn't miss this cock."

Carl ignored him and took Ron into his mouth. He had to admit, he was enjoying this dumb arrangement of theirs. It was a moment to block out the world and just be chaotic humans. Carl wasted no time though, stroking Ron's dick with his hand while sucking on as much as he could. He ran his tongue over each little divot in the skin, savoring the flavor of his frenemy. Carl willingly moaned out the gate at this point, he knew Ron liked the neediness of it. That cocky bastard has him on his knees again, and somewhat happy about it too.

Carl gripped around with his hands, running them along Ron's butt before holding on his legs for support. He gagged lightly as he pushed the cock into the back of his throat. It was scary how normal these sensations felt now, he knew how to move his tongue and pull with his lips to get Ron to twitch with overwhelmed enjoyment. It was cute.

Carl decided to tease Ron back for once. He pulled back and looked up at Ron with his mouth slightly open, his eyes pleading for attention. Ron gave him an annoyed look, but that look quickly turned to amusement before cupping Carl's face and kissing him. After a couple deep smooches Ron pulled back but not before allowing their tongues to roll along one another for a couple more seconds. Carl was amazed Ron actually went for that, he figured he could embarrass the guy back but no, it just wound up being a turn on.

"You're so damn hot Carl" Ron says, grabbing his sweater and yanking it off. Carl took the pause to grab the sides of his plaid shirt and pull it off his shoulders-as it seemed they were both getting heated up-tossing it off, out of the way. "Fuck yeah" Ron says while also pushing his own pants to his ankles so he can spread his legs a little wider.

Now in his short-sleeved gray t-shirt, Carl went back to running his lips along the shaft in front of him. He could feel the pulse lightly in it with his movements. Carl ran it horizontally between his lips before licking upwards with his tongue. Moaning loudly, Carl circled around Ron's sac before nipping at it with his lips. He dragged his lips up and slid his mouth back down on it slowly and deeply. Ron grabbed his head and started slamming his dick all the way into Carl's mouth.

Carl choked but held his ground, allowing the cock to smash into the back of his mouth, his eyes tearing up a little feeling the pressure all around. Ron let go after a few seconds of that, basically punishing Carl for going too slow. So Carl used a hand to grab Ron, and speed up his sucking. He rotated his tongue, dragging it around every inch of Ron's member, all whilst bobbing his head up and down, up and down. Carl got rougher, squeezing his mouth down on the cock, pulling on it with force.

Carl could feel Ron bend over, arm wrapping around his head, holding onto him as a sign to continue so he did. "Oh fuck, Carl" Ron spoke. "You're the best at this. You own my cock." These words made Carl go faster, working Ron with his mouth. He could feel Ron's hand softly running along his clothed back, every sensation for them both felt so intense, their hearts beating faster, bodies losing control. Carl sucked and sucked until he felt Ron's essence pour into his mouth but he kept going, slurping it all in finishing Ron off and enjoying the loud groan he got for doing so.

Once it was done, Carl swallowed and wiped his mouth. He looked up and saw Ron staring at him, still with a hunger in his eyes. Ron hand lightly pulled at Carl's jaw, telling him to get up. Carl stood up so they were eye to eye and Ron pulled his face to his and they French-kissed. Carl closed his eyes and decided to let it happen, grabbing onto Ron's shoulders. Ron's hands went to Carl's sides, pulling the Grimes boy to him. Their lips met and pressed against each other; Ron's tongue pushing into the Grimes boy's mouth.

After only about a minute Ron grabbed the hem of Carl's t-shirt and pulled it up, Carl willingly raising his arms allowing Ron to lift the shirt off and whipped it to the ground. Ron kicked his pants and boxers off, pulling Carl by the arm he sat down with Carl back on his knees where he belonged.

"We're not done just yet" Ron said. "Suck me, get me going again."

Carl gave him an annoyed look.

"I said this one has to be bigger than the other times" Ron pressed.

Expecting more argument Ron hissed when Carl quickly went back his member, teasing the still sensitive skin and blowing him back into an erection after a few seconds. Ron watched in amazement as the Grimes boy's head went down on him. The shifting of Carl's form, the tightness of the lips on him, Ron's cock got hard. That was enough he figured and stood up bringing Carl up with him, turning the Grimes boy around so he was behind him.

Carl leaned his head back as he felt Ron's hands dragging their way down his chest. As the hands went lower, Ron noticed Carl turning to look at him. They began kissing again while Ron worked at unbuttoning Carl's jeans. Carl's hands reached back and felt along the hard edges of Ron's waist. Soon Carl was pushed into the wall, spreading his hands out to brace himself. Bent over, Carl felt his pants and boxers go down his thighs.

With such a perky little ass in front of him, Ron decided to just go for it, pressing his tongue deep into Carl's hole, feeling the teen press back against his face. Ron squeezed Carl's ass, giving one cheek a little slap as he slowly felt Carl relax and embrace his tongue. He licked all around the hole, feeling the muscles quiver before shooting his pointed tongue deep inside and tasting the heated wetness of Carl. The pale ass pushed further into Ron's face, begging for more attention. After trailing his tongue in circles over and over Ron stood up and kicked Carl's trousers off and away.

Now standing over this whiney, bent over Grimes boy, Ron felt his breath shudder. Now wasn't the time to end things, it was time to push forward and take what he wanted… but why did he want this?

"Do you want this? You want to sign yourself over to me?" Ron asked with gritted teeth. Praying, Carl said yes.

Carl nodded after a moment of hesitation.

"Say it" Ron demanded.

"I want you inside…" Carl whispered.

Still lubricated from spit and sperm Ron wasted no time easing himself into Carl, getting harder as Carl yelped in pain from the sensation. Once he pushed himself all the way in, Ron waited a moment for Carl to catch his raging breath. He could see those toned arms shaking as they held onto the wall for dear life. But he couldn't wait anymore, Ron pulled back and pressed himself in again, enjoying how Carl's ass squeezed him. He slid in and out again and again feeling his body heat up.

Carl was moaning audibly now, his mouth hanging open. He could feel himself splitting apart as Ron's dick ran along the length of his insides. It hurt, his body tensed each time, but the invasion also felt nice, this closeness with another naked body. Carl tried to relax, feeling the hardness exploring him, claiming him. He spread himself wider, getting used to the sensations, song himself in the feeling.

"Yeah you're a good little whore" Ron says his member pulsating from the thrusts. "I'll make you beg for this."

Ron reached around, grabbing a stranglehold on Carl's dick. Though now going at an awkward pace, Ron fucked Carl while jerking the guy off. His heart raced listening to the quickened sounds of Carl's shaken voice as he moaned. Ron realized he was drooling as he felt his balls tighten up and his cock got tingly from the movements.

"Come on Carl" Ron hissed. "We're not stopping until you blow your load. Oh shit, I'm about to fill you like the cum dumpster you are."

Ron lost his focus, and kept pumping until he exploded inside Carl. Though being the generous guy he was, he kept moving even as he went flaccid while yanking on Carl's cock, turning it red. He stroked and stroked and finally Carl too shot out his essence right onto his bent-over face. Laughing at that sight, Ron pulled himself out and immediately Carl flopped over onto the ground shaking. Ron kept laughing for a full minute until he looked over and saw Carl still on the floor rather than giving him a nasty look.

With a groan Ron grabbed a blanket and laid it on top of Carl. Sitting down next to the teen he asked "You alright?"

Carl didn't look at him but just said "Yeah… it just was… it was a lot".

"Sorry" Ron says, hating himself for even apologizing to the twerp.

They stayed there for a while, Ron even rubbing Carl's trembling back over the blanket as they sat in silence.

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Now dressed, Carl was putting his gear into his bag as he got ready to go after Negan and hopefully take him out.

"So you're still going?" Ron asked, slipping his own shoes back on. It was strange, usually he'd leave right after they did their thing.

"I am. My dad has a job keeping this place safe. But so do I and I think taking out Negan fixes things in our favor. Someone has to do it, and I want it to be me" Carl responds.

"That's pretty brave. Stupid too. But brave man" Ron says, not looking at him.

"Thanks, I think" Carl says. Though he couldn't help but smile. He found himself smiling a lot around Ron.

"Well try to survive" Ron said suddenly. "I mean, cause who else do I have to torment…"

Carl strapped on his bag and just looked at the other teen for a moment. Eventually he walked over to Ron and kissed him on the cheek, Ron's eyes going wide.

"Don't worry about me. I'll come back to you Ronny" Carl says with a snicker before walking out.

"Don't kiss me again you jackass" Ron calls after him.

Now annoyed, and a little worried, Ron just drops down into a chair and sighs.

To be continued…

I think I'll do one more after this one. Take care until then!