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A door opened in the middle of the night and shadows moved. A young man of seventeen years old entered his room, attached to another fellow. This fellow was about his age, but an inch or two taller than him. When they both collapsed onto the bed, the young man's cowboy hat fell from his head, sprawling his long, fluffy hair all over the mattress. They were struggling with their clothes, clenching the hems of their shirts and the belt around their jeans, almost with contempt. By the time their attire were half-undone, they halted for a while to catch their breaths. The young man's blue eyes glittered into the fellow's darkened ocean ones."I can just stare at you all night," the young man gasped out dreamily, his hands going wild into the fellow's overgrown hair."Same," the other responded with the same tone. "But I think that won't suffice," he added. Ron Anderson put his hands on each side of the young man and clumsily climbed on top of him, his pants still left unattended around his knees. The young man, Carl Grimes, looking up at the guy on top of him, lips parted slightly, resisted the urge to pull his brief down and started frotting against him. "Is it really your turn this time?" Carl asked suddenly, desperately."Yup," Ron answered cheekily. "I'm fucking you tonight,""But you've already fucked me last week. I think it should be me the top and you the bottom," Carl pouted. But in the back of his mind, he could tell it wasn't entirely true. He had remembered vaguely, and by vague, it meant clearly, the joy of having his cock inside Ron's warm hole. But he now saw it as a mere once-upon-a-time memory."Don't give me that bullshit, Carl," Ron retorted with a raised eyebrow and Carl threw up his hands onto the pillow beneath his head. "Can't blame a guy for trying," Carl muttered sheepishly."And keep trying," Ron dared. "If I'd ever agree, ignore me. I might have Alzheimer's by then.""Roger that, cap," said Carl, winking. Ron screwed up a hearty smile and pressed his lips against Carl. "But I will fuck you next time,"Moonlight shone over them, refracted through the window beside, lightening the whole room with misty, white, cold silence. The walls were mostly plastered with posters of comic and cartoon characters, and there was a huge clump of comics lay read on the desk, within some of which were playboy magazines. Carl had to throw them out sooner or later, or little Judith would grow into a street hitter if she ever laid a finger on those horny pages. Believe it or not, babies grew in a blink of an eye. Only two years had passed since she came to this world, and she had a vocabulary of a preschooler; time passed so fast, and everything along with it. Shane too, I suppose, Carl thought, a bit put out.
(please shane don't leave me)
Carl tried hard not to think of him. But like walkers, the thought spread instantly once triggered. Who was Shane? His father's best friend, for one thing, his father figure too; his lover, and the father to his daughter. When Ron pressed his body against his stomach, Carl grunted instinctively, feeling the existence of the stretch marks that veined down to his pelvic spot. He looked at Ron, he looked so unfazed, but Carl knew he felt a bit sympathetic for him. That's actually how they got together in the first place.It started with a crush. Ever since he and the others arrived at Alexandria, he'd always hung out with Ron because he seemed to be the only person who understood him. On the morning of the D-day when they got together, Carl had woken up to a nightmarish recall to the time when the herd reached the farm.
(run carl run don't look back)
They had been sitting under a tree, a bit cliché; and Carl told him everything about his nightmare; Ron didn't say anything, he only listened intently, and by the time he finished, Carl wept, and Ron pulled him into his warm, safe arms; and they kissed."Carl,"The young man blinked as he looked up at Ron, whose face was closer to his than Carl remembered just now. "You just kissed me," Ron whispered, stunned. He did? Oh yeah. When he was busy reminiscing his first, official sweet moments together with this handsome guy. "You just kissed me," he said again. Not that it was a bad thing. Carl understood. Usually, they did it sweetly, even wildly at times; but the kiss then, judging by the flustered, surprised look on Ron's fair complexion, must have been very out of the blue and a really scared one. "Are you ok, Carl? Thinking about Shane?" he said, knowing.Carl managed a weak smile."Sorry," he said. "I don't mean for this to get in the way with our—" Ron only shushed him with a shake of his head and a reassuring grin. "It doesn't matter, Carl. I don't want you having nightmares tonight, the least thing you deserve after what happened to you. Besides, I don't want myself hearing moans in the dead of the night and had me thinking that you have a wet dream instead,"That got a chuckle out of Carl. Another reason he liked him. Ron did talk about Shane, but knew when to stop questioning, unlike few others, including his friends. Daryl never asked much, he just wanted what's best for him and what he called the little Asskicker. Glenn and Maggie were the same too, but they could be a little overprotective sometimes, for example seething at older men when they approached Carl in an inappropriate way when they actually were just saying hi, or brushing past him for a cup of punch behind him or something. Carol however was a Mama Bear, so she always seized the chance to throw questions whenever she saw it. Didn't stop him from loving them though."So, cuddling?" Carl suggested longingly, smirking in dumb puzzlement when seeing Ron's blank expression."Well, I'm going to spoon-fed you, naked, if you don't mind. Who can resist such smooth body?" said Ron, tracing a finger down Carl's cheek, which warmed up comfortably. "And a morning wood would be nice too,"Carl laughed and threw his arms at Ron, giving him smooches all over his face. Carl's weight sent Ron fall onto the bed on his back with Carl on top of him. Ron smirked at Carl's antics. "You really are something, Carl Grimes,"Carl felt flattered."Are you taking off the clothes or should I do the honor?" Carl said, grinning.In no time, Carl and Ron lay fully naked next to each other, the latter's half hard cock pressing against between his asscheeks. A thick blanket covered their bodies, adding to the warmth Ron had radiated to Carl. Ron's head rested behind Carl's hair, nuzzling into its softness, mumbling something incoherent but sweet, judging by the high-pitched pleasant tone. As much as he did not want to think about it, this reminded him of Shane very vividly. Ron didn't have as many muscles as Shane, and he certainly didn't have the same relationship with Carl as Shane did; yet reminders, reminders..."Carl," Shane always assured when he found Carl shifting uncomfortably next to him, due to the dreams usually of his Dad caught up in the bombings in Atlanta, reaching out for him, but never did. "Hey, hey, it is ok. I'm here, buddy. I'm here to keep you safe. Those monsters are never going to hurt you now. I'll never leave you,"And yet, he did.His face was clear of anything, so leaving tear stains was quite easy. Therefore, crying was not a proper option. Ron would understand, but he didn't want to burden Ron with this all again. It's already one thing that he had a daughter with a man years older than him; crying about that same man all the time would be annoying and self-centered, wouldn't it?Then the world was fading away right before his eyes, which started drooping down hesitantly, something their owner didn't even realise doing. As his brain went into total subconsciousness, the last image on Carl's mind was of Shane, upon him, his mouth a lustful 'O', bursting his seeds into him that would become the beautiful baby Maggie and Glenn were currently babysitting while her father was getting intimate with his boyfriend."Shane..." Carl blubbered, missing him.Darkness heavied.Drinking water was not a good idea in the early of the morning. Why, of course it's a good idea! Correction: in the early of the morning while you're pregnant.The field outside which stretched as far as the eyes could go waved gracefully in the cool, fresh wind, like the sea. And the farm was the boat; unfortunately, Carl woke up swinging like a drunk pirate. His stomach churned threateningly, and his chest felt relatively heavy. Every breath he respirated was trembling and hot. He felt like throwing up. His dumb ass really thought that a glass of water would push it back down, it just reacted instead, like a mentos dissolving in Coke. He had rushed down to the toilet downstairs and relieved that he managed to reach the sink before whatever remained of what he ate last night was belched out.And Carl had been starting to wonder.Am I...no, he pulled out in time...there's no way he could...maybe it's the precum...yes, his overloaded pre-ejected semen...that is the most sensible reason here...fuck, how am I going to tell him about this...should I even tell him...?He felt thirsty.Carl tightened his grip on his stomach, where a bullet had gone through as swift as the breeze, though reassuringly and comfortingly, as he waited anxiously in the living room of the Greene's, night washing over them with silence, a bright, full moon glistening the grass that now had changed into a sea of the unknown, and the word unknown was synonymous to danger.Tonight, the dead would walk between them. The plan was to have everything ready and packed in the cars if too much walkers surrounded the house, and hopefully, they didn't have to run away. The farm was such a great place to live in, or at least the most appropriate where he could deliver his son or daughter safely.He had asked Glenn for a pregnancy test earlier this week because he had a lot of them. It was a common knowledge to most of them that Glenn hooked up with Daryl sometimes, only as friends with benefits of course, and even though they both used protection, Glenn was too paranoid without seeing that one red line. Glenn didn't ask when Carl told him he needed one of his precious, limited kits, but he did look a bit suspecting. Then, Carl tested and the stick had displayed two vivid lines on its tiny window."Where are they?" his Mom, Lori, whispered impatiently. She was talking about Glenn, Daryl, his Dad Rick and Shane. They all were currently outside going on a search party for a fine young man, who was called Randall and had been their prisoner earlier. "Maybe we should look for them,""No, we don't have to add more numbers out there," said Andrea, the most badass woman Carl ever met. "We just gotta trust them and wait," Lori sniffed but admittedly made a look that Andrea was right. Eventually the herd would reach them and there wouldn't be time to hide by then."Where's Hershel, by the way?" asked Carol, whom Carl thought was always timid, but he soon would know that the woman got some steel balls on her. "He was helping with Annette in the back," Lori muttered without snatching her eyes off the window, which showed no movements or shadows whatsoever. "Probably someone should check on them,""On it," said Carl, so suddenly all eyes were on him. He felt his cheeks burning up in slight embarrassment, because he was the only male in the room and it made him feel particularly abnormal. His Mom stared at him with absolute suspicion. "Mom, I won't do anything else, really," He raised his right hand to show it, as though swearing an oath.She eyed him for a moment, then sighed before agreeing, but told him to do it quick, she gave him the impression that she didn't want to let him out of her sight.And Carl obeyed.Hershel was helping his stepwife emptying the kitchen cupboards, taking only the important stuff, especially knives. Carl observed and finished his easy task. Only that Carl had another task to finish.And suddenly he was sneaking out of the house through the backdoor and when his feet hit the humid ground, he felt a bit nauseous, maybe due to the change of environment (he had been stuck in the house and unwilling to go out ever since he looked at the results).A single thought formed in his head: find the guys, and be quick about it, or at least bring back Shane. He still hadn't told him about his situation, but the baby was still Shane's and Carl thought he should be there when he or she came. His Dad too. Though he wouldn't be so sure on how he would react.Then, a faint growl seeped into his ears and the rest of his body stiffened. Shit, was it now? Like now now? Maybe it's the trick of the wind or something. He thought of that when he began to hear them.Even from about two miles away from where he was, and half a mile from where the electric fence stood, which would easily be walked over, the herd was approaching, stumbling around and into each other, snarling altogether making it sound like a chorus of inhuman howl. Dumb but deadly; slow yet swift in numbers.Panic rose inside him with rapid intensity. Timing wasn't on his side today and on this very night. He was getting thirstier and thirstier, and he felt like puking. He should be quick, right now, before they all got him and his baby.Biters came out within the trees too. Those, he could deal with. Just a simple blow to the head, like Shane had taught. But ammos were going to be running out soon and there's at least a dozen of them coming out of the shadows. The sight sent Carl into a run, and he pulled out his gun his Dad gave him.It was lucky that he was small, small enough to dodge the walkers' tackles and holds. Slow and mindless, they were. He ran further through the field of death, eyes scanning wildly for any living person. He wanted to call out their names, but it would be too stupidly dangerous. At last, he made out two tiny figures ahead of him.Two men standing facing each other, one visibly holding a gun, as though giving it to the other man, who was approaching the former slowly. Randall, Carl thought in alarm and added to his speed. At least that's what he assumed because the moon was hidden behind a menacing clump of clouds, but when the clouds did move away, Carl stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape in shock. Shane crept up slowly toward Rick, while the sheriff held his gun out at him, waiting for Shane to grab it. Carl didn't understand this whole display, but when Shane's fingers brushed against the butt of the pistol, he came to an understanding. A knife glittered in his Dad's hand and it thrust forward. Only that it didn't sink into Shane's abdomen as Rick must have planned. Shane instinctively dodged it, snatched off the gun while he was distracted, aimed and pulled the trigger.Carl's body jolted at the deafening bang, and so did Rick's, which stood idle for a while before it dropped to his knees, then landed on his face. The moonlight shone the brightest then. Carl could see feral in Shane's eyes, starving and mad. They softened almost immediately when they fixed on Carl's."Carl!" Shane gasped, flabbergasted. He looked at his hands and dropped the gun frantically, as though disgusted by it. He then moved his gaze to Rick. "Oh god..." he clasped one hand to his mouth and the other on his forehead. "Rick...oh god...oh...what have I done..." He turned to Carl and advanced, only for Carl to take one step back. "Carl...""Shane..." Carl choked out, his gun shaky in his hand. And this time, Carl did not move when Shane approached him. His breath hitched as Shane's arms closed around him, pulling him into his warm embrace. "God, Carl, I'm sorry. I don't know what have gotten into me...""Shane...""—I will keep you safe. I promise you that—""Shane...""—I love you, Carl—""Shane, I'm pregnant!" Carl cried out, now practically sobbing. Shane now stopped talking and stared. His mouth opened and Carl interrupted him. "It's been for more than a month now, I think. I'm sorry I never told you earlier. I thought you would get mad at me," Shane kept staring as Carl paused to take one huge breath. "You killed my Dad. Why? Because you were fucking jealous of him, huh?" Carl glared tearfully. "You thought he could never be a good father, didn't you? Well guess what? You—don't—deserve—to—be—a—father—either!" Carl gave him blows with each word. And his voice sort of just trailed away and Shane hugged him, taking in every insult he received, every blow he got.The walkers were approaching alright, but for the first time, they seemed slower than usual. Carl wept and the walkers moaned. Everything was as though accusing him, damning him for eternity. Carl felt Shane fidget against him. When he looked up, he heard another bang and all he could see was red.A quiet, peaceful ringing echoed in his ears and the weight of Shane made them both fall to the ground. He landed on his butt with a painful thud, the image still fresh printed out in his mind. Shane holding the pistol to his chest, a second before pulling the trigger. Now he was bleeding all over. Carl held him close, feeling his soul slowly slipping through his fingers. "Shane, no," Carl whimpered, looking down at Shane as the guy coughed out blood. "Please, don't leave me,""I said I'm going to keep you safe," Shane gulped through the words, heaving for breath. "And I'm still going to keep that word," Carl shook his head, pressing the wound, trying to keep stop the blood flowing out, to no avail. He only stopped when Shane put a hand on his belly, smiling. "She's going to be a fighter someday," he croaked out.Carl sobbed out a chuckle."She?" he pointed out, smiling a little."I have strong feelings about it," Shane gave Carl's hand a squeeze. Which was eno for Carl mAnd it was just then the walkers were coming in really close now. "Run, Carl, run," Shane let go of Carl, whose warmth and comfort was abruptly swept along with the wind. "Don't look back,"And he never did.He never saw the walkers coming down upon the dying man. Nor the fight he put up with the dead. Lori was basically screeching when Carl got back safe to the house but he didn't care. The herd did hit the farm so they had to move away and after a few days, they found a prison, a perfect place to live in, and also where he would be having little Judy he currently took care of a few years later in the future. It didn't take the others long to notice. His stomach got bigger and rounder and that's when they started asking question. Carl answered them with truth, and only the truth. Another few months later, she came, just like he wanted. And even with the bad things that happened after that, Carl would stay strong for her, just like Shane had for him.Carl woke up to the rumbling of engines above him. He sat up, dreary and eyes heavy. He just dreamt of having a picnic under the tree with his family, like usual, and Shane, God he was wearing an apron, and only an apron. He saw the exposed bubble butt on that guy and the dream came to an end before he could do something about it.He cursed and looked around. Shane and Lori weren't in the car. When he looked out the window, he saw people making a beeline to get a view of Atlanta, which stood menacingly before them. He wondered why until he caught the blinking red lights of the helicopters in the night, cloudy sky. They were flying towards Atlanta. The first thing that came to his mind was evacuation. The government must have sent people to bring the rest of the people out of that dead city. Everyone else was eyeing the helicopters intently, almost in horrified awe as they soared into the center of the city.However, it was a bit weird. Why would they do this on this hour, this particular moment? Since the dead walked above ground, night had basically become a death warrant for anyone who walked outside the streets. Carl watched, transfixed, ignorantly curious to know what would happen next. The hellies were getting farther and farther; smaller and smaller.Better and better, Carl thought with an increasing foreboding. "When something really bad happens and you don't have the time to think, trust your instinct and pray that it is right," his Dad always said. Mostly after he came back home dealing with some serious cases at the station. Poor Dad, then, being a police officer was sure not an easy job. Now he was in a coma, as if life had said, "Alright, bet," Poor Dad, then; poor Dad, now.Those government aircraft meant no good, Carl could feel it. Maybe they were assigned to evacuate the people and that would include his Dad, the hospital in which he stayed was somewhere in the farthest corner of Atlanta. But anything could happen any moment now. As Carl gazed and listened, his fingers twitched in fear, his forehead sweated profusely, cold. They were almost hidden in the darkness now, their navigation lights blurred within the clouds.And all at once, something fell out of the helicopters' butts, Carl could tell by the ripples of movements in the darkness. The somethings slowly descended into the heart of Atlanta, and Carl held his breath. It kept descending...further down...and the bombs went off.Several scattered, weak flashes of light brightened the whole city, then a second later, Carl saw the mushroom shapes of the napalm explosion, rising dully, swallowing up every building they could reach.He heard the yelps and screams from the people who were watching. Carl however stared in silence, as the napalm kept withering the towers, blowing up the streets, killing all living things (and unliving) who were near the explosion.Dad, Carl suddenly made out. He put his hands to his mouth to suppress his horror. What happened to him? Did he get blown up? Or worse, live but suffering from agonising burns? But to be optimistic, the size of the napalm was moderate, maybe it could reach the hospital, but it may not be big enough to destroy that one building. Yes, that would do. He would try to tell himself that. But it was just a theory, with no solid proof that it would turn out like that. He slid down against the seat of the car, the horrific scene out of his view thankfully, and the car door opened.What seemed like a panic, terrified expression on his face morphed into a relieved, heavy smile. "Shane," he breathed out, throwing himself onto the man immediately. Carl had always been mature, even from a young age, now he just felt like an eight year old trying to find his way out of the woods."It's ok, little man," cooed Shane, though he was trembling himself. "Just let it out," Carl lifted his head off Shane's chest, eyes filled with tears."Where's Mom?" he asked."She said she wanted to be alone for a second," Shane answered, and he got into the car and sat next to Carl. For the first time in many years, he sounded as though he was dead and brought back to life once more. "Are you ok, Carl?" He wiped a tear off Carl's face, caressing his blanched, wet cheek. The boy sobbed and cried some more into Shane's protective body, in which contained a fragile, soft little bitch weakling, like every man on earth."Dad," he pointed one wavering finger at the city, half of which had already been demolished completely. Carl couldn't bear to look at it. The explosions. The fire. The shrieks. Death. "Well, if I'm going to be honest with you, Carl, I think he did not survive," Shane said cautiously."Yeah, I think so too," Carl muttered idly. "Better not to get my hopes up, should I?" Carl felt a spark of grief rising up in him. The last time he felt so was a long time ago but the cause of that was much lighter and would be considered nothing compared to this.Shane gave him a long, knowing hug. Carl never wanted to let him go, ever. Right now, he wasn't a teenager anymore, he wasn't thinking about bubble butt Shane in his apron anymore, now Shane was here, real and alive. That sufficed.He sniffed, jumping when he heard another boom ringing ahead. Shane noticed and covered his ears, stroking his hair soothingly. This reminded him over the following months after he watched a horror movie five years ago. He couldn't sleep at night, and Rick and Lori didn't manage to pull him out of it, so they called Shane, who was basically his best friend. He sang lullabies, much to Carl's embarrassment when he rethought about it, cuddled with him and actually accompanied him in bed and got out of bed in the morning while Carl was still asleep.But this time, no matter how hard Shane put his hands over his ears, they still didn't manage to block out the image in his head. His Dad, trapped underneath the rubble, half his body melted into the bones, one eye popped out or just disintegrated.The bombing didn't end for another hour. When it did end and Shane was beginning to pull his hands away, Carl held him still, never loosening his grip. "Don't go, Shane. Stay with me," Shane looked sympathetic. "I gotta find your Mom," he said, but Carl still didn't let go. "Please, Shane, she wants to be alone. You don't have to look for her that soon," Carl looked at him with big, pleading eyes. "I beg you, Shane. Stay.""Ok," Shane finally said. So they kept holding onto each other, and it did help calming him down. Feeling slightly warmer and comfortable, Carl snuggled up to Shane and he usually would have felt strange doing this, but Shane was all he needed and wanted now.He caught sight of Shane's face and glazed. At this moment, his instinct reacted and Carl kissed his lips. Taste of cigarette dissolved on his tongue, and the nicotine-like flavour made him feel euphoric. He felt Shane stiffen, his mouth close tight. When he pulled back, Shane was looking at him, and the shame started to sink, weighing down on his heart. This embarrassed Carl. He looked down at his thighs and mentally screamed at himself. Shane could be said the same, with his look that expressed beyond stunned and at the same time, brief moment of ecstasy."C-Carl, you just..." Shane broke off, flustered."I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have," Carl stammered. He didn't acknowledge that something was hot and pulsing in his pants. "Shane," he struggled to get his voice from where it was stuck somewhere in the back of his throat. He looked as though he was afraid to speak. Shane's eyes twinkled in notice. "How long has it been?" he emphasized the words.Carl blushed harder. "I don't know, for a while I guess," he answered, while shoving his hands moodily into his pockets. He expected some disgust or at least disappointment from Shane but neither of those were displayed on his face. Instead, Shane reached for one of his hands and held it tightly."Ok," Shane said, and there was an actual smile on his American white complexion. "Look, I'm not mad at you or anything," he said when he saw Carl's face. "Just that I..." he paused for a moment, hesitant, then lightened up, as though to shrug off and smile. "You know what, let's go search for your Mom," Carl subtly raised an eyebrow. Shane hadn't ever been one to change the subject, although he did it a few times, but only in some reasonable, impersonal occasions. But Carl hadn't been one to push people too. And, so Carl nodded and Shane pulled Carl along, waltzing through the streets as if nothing ever happened just now, past the cars and people, past the rattling sight of Atlanta, which had turned into a living hell. Carl started to notice they were getting far away from the crowd and going in the furrows of trees."Mom goes all the way here to cry?" asked Carl sarcastically. Shane didn't answer, Carl kept wordlessly following. Until they reached a clear patch where no trees occupied the soil and big enough to set up a camp."God, this is nice," Shane said in marvel. Carl looked up at the direction Shane was, and found a few clouds sprinkled here and there. He caught a few shooting stars flying by. There was some wind and a gentle rustle of the tree from time to time. He took off his eyes from the sky and looked around . He was not surprised that there was no one here, considering people were afraid to go to where the darkness inhabited, but Carl still did look for evidence of other people being there."This reminds me," Shane suddenly worded out, breaking the silence, smiling, lying on the patch of grass and placing his hands behind his head, "My pops used to take me camping when I went to his place." Carl looked at Shane with a surprised look, and he went to go lay next to Shane. "...and?" he asked, curiously."The campsite was for everyone, you see, so I saw a lot of people, and when I was nine, I saw one boy," replied Shane and he looked over at Carl, with a sobered look on his face. "Your Dad," It took him a second to register that answer. Carl listened with full-on interest, as Shane looked at the stars above, hoarse."That's the first time we met actually. He was a lot of fun. I played with your Dad a lot then, by the river or the hills. We did things, but I seem to overstep my line, and my pops noticed. And you know how it was back then. 'Pray the gay away or suffer'. I didn't. And it took a whole summer of conversion therapy, which was flat-out the worst thing that had ever happened to me, to convince my pops, and the rest of the family, for that matter, that I am not like that. Thankfully, they allow me to hang out with your Dad again, which coincidentally lived in the County too. But you see, they had never actually fixed me. I went on crushing on your Dad, with constant little steps of course. Don't want to have another session of what they call therapy now, do I?"Carl looked at Shane and felt a bit suffocated at how fucked up what they did to Shane. Gay should not be wrong. It was just the way it was. It's not like they could do anything about it. Carl fidget closer to the police officer, who was biting his cheek from the inside, perhaps trying to block out the tears, to almost no avail. Shane caught himself slipping and quickly regained his neutral composure. "It's nothing, let's go," he insisted."But, Shane, you...""Carl, I'm fine," he answered abruptly. "I shouldn't have told you about this. It shouldn't be a story for a very young man to listen to," But Carl took Shane's hand and gave it a soft squeeze with a rewarding smile. "You're worth much more than most people in this world. Don't you ever forget that, Shane. You're beautiful," Carl felt the corners of his mouth twitch and at the same time, they both pulled each other's lips and they became one.Shane did a few circles with his tongue and pulled Carl closer to him. They were both turned on by the kiss, and already moving against each other, eliciting silent groans from each side. It seemed like time had stopped, which was a horrible romance cliche, but true if you had lived it. Shane let the tears flow now. Carl smiled. It was a real rare moment where Shane or any of the men lately, showed himself as just a normal person, feeling love and pain and hate.They kissed for what seemed like a long time, and Carl didn't stop, and didn't want to, like a heroin addict doing a hit, who got all the feeling out of him that they could ever get in one go. "Carl, I'm sorry," Shane finally said, while struggling to take off his pants. "I'm sorry I didn't get your Dad out,""I miss him, but you did what you only had to do," Carl gasped, grinding against the man. Shane gripped the hem of his shirt and peeled it off his head. He held it in his hand and Carl reached to smell its musky aroma. "Otherwise, you would be dead too trying to get both of your ass out of the city before the bomb hit..."Carl's pupils slithered up his eyes, brightly, seductively. Shane's back was flat against the ground, his hair sprawled back behind his head, as Carl got one leg on his side and heaved himself onto the top of Shane, who puffed out a breath when Carl sat down there, rolling his hips slowly."Shane," he breathed, while grinding against the man's clothes, pushing his hand inside Shane's briefs, taking him, if not hard, then teasingly, "are you doing fine?""Yeah, of course I am," Shane replied and grabbed Carl's sides, gently squeezing them, feeling its very human-like and attractive texture. "Carl, I want to put a baby inside of you,"Carl blinked. "Then, put one in me," he played along, thinking it was just a roleplay. Men could get pregnant actually, it worked the same way as how men with women did. Just that the labor would be more agonising and your cock would feel like it's going to be torn off your body, due to the baby's healthy (painful) size. Pregnant men were very close to common, even among straight couples. Sometimes, when they found their wives to be infertile, they could sign up for a type of IVF. Carl had his puberty a few years back so he, in fact, could carry babies, and he currently thought Shane saying to get him pregnant was just a sex talk, it wasn't until later he realised Shane had actually meant it."God, I'm going to make a baby out of you. Fuck, I love you." Shane grinned, putting his fingers all over Carl's lips, which twinkled temptingly. "I love you too, man," The moonlight was dim but the blood rush made him experience some peculiar features, for example: enhanced eyesight."You're beautiful," Carl whispered and pulled him in. The kiss was once more a mere sweetness, like they had a moment ago. The crickets rang suddenly, alarming Carl, but it then recalled to him the absence of the walkers, who would surely have eaten all the insects around here, no matter how dumb they literally were.And confidently, Carl channeled his energy toward lower part of his body, using his legs to take off both of their pants. It was relatively impressive at how quick Carl did it. One second, pants on; the other, off. This was a skill porn directors or companies seeked, too bad the world didn't live on long enough for Carl to take it. The underpants, Carl ground against them, pressing against Shane and rubbing off, letting the friction pull them down to their thighs. Again, a great, yet unusable trait.Shane hissed in ecstasy as the cool breeze whistled onto his burning cock. The crickets and cicadas sang in response, as though cheering them on, hypnotising them with its soothing ringing, urging them to reach their orgasm. Carl went down on him, and examined Shane's hard lolly. It was a pink-headed beef, a gay muscled man so to speak. He kissed it and Shane threw his head back in pleasure."Carl, you're a natural," Shane fawned, panting, twitching around Carl."Then, don't mind me if I do this," Carl opened his mouth, not too wide because it would look like he was a five year old trying out broccolis; he'd let his mouth stretch open by itself. He heard Shane's moan and saw his hips jerk uncontrollably.There was pain. He gagged as Shane's cock hit the throat, brushing against the puke-triggering uvula. He had coughed, but didn't pull away. He glared at Shane, who smiled a hazy sheepish one."Sorry," he said, ruffling Carl's hair as an act of redemption. "Are you okay?""Do it slower," Carl tried to say, but humming escaped between his filled mouth; Shane got the point though. "I'll try to be easy, but only if you will," he winked and Carl held back his urge to smile. Shane was so big even a hint of teethy smile would not do. So he resisted and nodded. As Shane started thrusting his dick, slowly as promised, Carl bobbed his head up and down, helping him speed up the process of milking. And it may have worked a bit far too well.Suddenly, Shane started to take up a notch with his pace and was stiffening even further. Carl sensed something in him, a closure. And he didn't want that. He immediately pulled away right before Shane could have his. The guy basically whimpered like a baby who didn't get his or her rattle. And he went back sucking when he saw the cock was softening. Shane scoffed, "Teaser," And on again, hard but not ready to shoot yet. Carl took a little bit of pride, and also of course, pleasure from delaying Shane's ecstasy. He could be psychotic sometimes, to be honest.Shane took notice on Carl's odd happiness and held Carl's head still. Carl halted his work, looking up confused. Shane was smirking maliciously, and a second after Carl figured out that smirk, it was too late. Shane gave a shove and Carl's eyes went bulging. He rocketed away and lay back next to Shane, hacking off hoarsely."Deserved," said Shane with a smile."I'll get you—" cough. "—I'll get you for that!""Yeah, but the only thing you're getting is you cock in your ass," Shane flipped over on top of Carl, who gasped when he felt Shane's hard thing to his inner thighs—it was like the omelette folded into half, one half lay on top of the other. Carl felt Shane's breath stroke his skin, hot and horny.Carl was trembling at that, feeling trapped and dominated, much to his slight annoyance. "Shane, take me," he said nevertheless, in a tone which made him look like a slut in first glance. "Will do, baby. Be patience,"He hardly could. He wiggled his ass to get his attention seeked, to get the most of Shane. After wiggling a few times, he began to feel Shane's dick slowly slipping between his cheeks. But then Shane moved. Carl groaned whining, and it was clear Shane took relish in it. He pushed in and out right out of the entrance, fakingly hesitant if he should go in. "Hmmm, should I or should I not?" he said, like picking petals from a flower. You should, Shane, Carl thought wildly. You fucking should. But he didn't say anything. He just waited, waited and waited and even when it's already for what seemed like fifteen years, he waited although he felt like exploding and staining the soil beneath him."Would you like to—""Yes," gasped Carl. "Immediately,""Ok then,"As soon as the words entered his ears, his brain just reminded him that it was actually his first time doing this, and he knew there would be pain. Just that he wasn't ready for it. The pain, by the way, not the pleasure, which he also knew would be there too. He thought about Shane, his body and his face, both warm and safe to be in/looked at. He also thought about his Dad. But he found himself not able to make a clear image. God, it had already been a few days since he last saw him and he already had started forgetting his face, his voice. It's almost like a memory or a dream. Then, he felt an odd sensation down there and a rush of pain.Carl cried out, biting his lips, clenching his hands into fists. Meanwhile, Shane had topped off, pushing as deep as his length went. He was struggling himself. Carl's hole was so tight his cock was almost stuck inside. He's big, Carl thought, swallowing, like literally. Carl gulped down air as though the cock had pushed every single oxygen out of his lungs. Then, the pain faded, but not entirely, it was still there, as expected and came the good part. Carl was glad that Shane was in it as much as he was. Shane hissed at the feeling Carl's hole made for him and gradually started pushing deeper and deeper even though it seemed impossible to do so. Carl bit his lips harder, not out of pain but at the shock of getting filled and stretched. His heart was racing so hard he thought he might have a panic attack. Luckily, it didn't happen.And Shane began to move. He felt a brief emptiness when Shane pulled away, then gasped and gulped once more as he went back in. Shane gasped too, in pure ecstasy, jerking around and starting to push in and out at a considerable pace, which was added with a spice of roughness. Carl groaned and shut his eyes in pleasure.Carl was still biting his lip."Fuck. Fuck, that feels so good," Shane muttered. Which was something because Shane, to Carl's assumptions, must have had hookups during his life and to know (or at least, in general) that Shane seemed enjoying him the most, that feeling was worth to live with. After a while of fucking, Shane's pleasured moans turned into low sighs. The pain was completely gone now, all pleasure. Carl was just relaxing to this, listening to those slaps between skins, the moans Shane and himself sometimes released, when he felt something brush against a part of him that made his cock stun hard, his back arch automatically, tingling.Carl was shaking all over, that particular thrust had triggered him surely. Carl felt like he could cum anytime now. But there was something, irking inside him, denying his release. So, Carl looked down, sulking and whimpering, grinding against his lover, trying to reach his climax. It didn't help much, even when Shane was pushing into him with all his force. He blushed as he felt his clit throbbing and begged himself to cum but he couldn't. So, Carl squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his muscles, struggling. And then, it came. All rushing. It was like trying to take something from your friend as a little kid. You whined and tried to take the thing you wanted from their grip, only for them to pull back and after a while, they just gave up and let go and you fell all of a sudden.It's something like that.Carl's mind, overwhelmed with different kinds of emotions, couldn't think of anything to moan out as his cock spasmed and squirted uncontrollably. It took him a while for his semen power to die down. And after a few moments, his muscles relaxed but it wasn't over yet for him. He had forgotten about Shane at that moment, something Carl found embarrassing, so the thrust that came behind him really took him by surprise. It was a hard thrust, and the last one for that night.Fireworks burst in his head, gay colours and sparks scattered. His appetite was immediately satisfied. "Carl! Carl!" Shane's pleas fell on deaf ears as Carl's ears were ringing in euphoria. His mouth popped open to the most sultry moan he ever could have, his legs collapsed, his hands balled into fists and he clutched himself, hearing Shane fill his buttflesh with pleasure and crying out with each new spurt."Oh, fuck yeah," Shane groaned, bottoming off and eventually pulling out. "God it feels fucking amazing.""You cummed inside me," Carl whispered ghastly."Yeah," Shane's grin was bemused. "Why?" Carl opened his mouth, but he reconsidered and shrugged. "Nothing, Shane, just want to say your seeds is going to make a fine baby," Shane got off and kissed Carl on the forehead. They laid there for a moment, currently innocent and blissed, their problems forgotten yet splayed and planned ahead of them.