Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders I just borrowed them for the making of this fic.
Authors Note: I guess by now that you've figured out that Dally is my favorite character. I know that I make him out of character a lot but oh well.
White Angel
Light filtering in through the curtains in Tim Shepard's room slowly woke up the sleeping hood. A headache pounded behind his eyes, product of all the drinking that had gone on the night before. Curling up slightly to get the light out of his eyes, he bumped into a smaller body curled up to his chest. Stiffening as he woke up fully, he recognized the sleepy, sated feeling that he always got after sex, and the feeling of tight, warmth surrounding his flaccid length. He guessed that he had taken some broad home, slept with her, and fell asleep inside of her.
Lifting his head, Tim looked at the slim, pale body curled up to him. A smooth, pale shoulder was right in front of him. The girl looked to be slender with milk white skin, a slim waist and white blond hair.
Tim tried to ease himself out of her body slowly but it was like she had clamped down on him, not uncomfortably so, but enough that her body moved backwards with him. The action made her upper body roll slightly into his chest revealing ... his face.
Tim stopped himself before he could recoil and possibly wake the sleeping Dragon that was resting against him. Dallas Winston's face was relaxed in sleep and seemed to glow with the golden light from the window. His elfin features were softened and now were almost beautiful without the tense coldness that usually dominated his face.
Flashbacks struck him of the night before as he stared at the body curled up against him.
Seeing all the guests arrive at his house in clumps...
...Playing poker with a group of guys from his outfit...
...Seeing Dallas arrive with Two-bit and Steve from the Curtis's 'gang'...
...Dallas, tripping and falling into his lap, holding a beer and knocking over Tim's with a drunken "oops"...
... Tim leading Dallas to his room to change out of their beer soaked clothes...
...Staring at the body that was revealed to him as Dallas took off his shirt...
... Touching that body and feeling shivers go up his spine at the breathy moans that escaped from Dallas's parted, ruby colored lips...
... Kissing those lips and tasting Dallas. Like chocolate and beer and cigarette smoke ...
... Undressing himself and Dallas, before laying him down on the bed and covering him with his own tanned and scarred body...
... Feeling Dallas arch up and moan breathily as he gripped him gently and tugged a few times...
... Tasting the pale skin as he kissed down Dallas's body before placing a kiss on the tip of his straining member...
... Feeling and seeing Dallas writhe in pleasure under him as he was impaled slowly...
... Gasping as the tight heat surrounded him, muscles gripping him tightly...
... Thrusting into that tight, willing body over and over...
... And finally, their completion, Dallas spilling his essence over his stomach, his face scrunching up sexily as his orgasm hit...
... And finally falling asleep together, Dallas snuggled up to his chest...
Tim processed this slowly. He had gotten drunk at a party, Dallas had spilled Tim's beer all over them, taken the tow-headed teen up to his room to change, and ended up fucking his brains out for over an hour!
As he was wondering what the hell had been in his drink that made him think that fucking Dallas Winston was a good idea, he couldn't help but take a long look at the body that he had gotten to know so well last night.
The smooth muscles, the skin that he could now see was not unblemished, but had many faded scars crossing it, the plush lips, the smooth curve of his belly that Tim's hand rested on. The slim hips that accommodated him so well, the slender legs that felt so good wrapped around his waist as he pounded that sweet ass...
Tim snapped out of his train of his train of thought when he heard a low moan escape his throat. He froze when Dallas shifted and let out a small groan, and twitched when Dally's muscles clamped down on his cock, making him realize that his sight seeing of Dallas's body had made him hard again.
Dallas continued to stir and move around slowly and Tim's eyes rolled into his head when Dally pushed his hips back with a grunt. He couldn't help but make small thrusts into the body in front of him, and was about to say the hell with it, flip Dally onto his stomach and fuck him into the mattress when Dally's body tensed and his head came up to look over his shoulder. Tim could see fear, confusion, and unease warring in Dallas's icy blue eyes as they looked at him.
"Tim?"
Please tell me what you think of this. Feedback is good. I'm sorry that I make Dally so out of character but I can't help it. He'd make a feisty uke anyway.