This is the last chapter in the story. Here's a little more of the good stuff that earns us an M rating. Enjoy!

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Turn of Events

Chapter 7: Come A'knockin'

"Stupid drunk broad," Dally muttered, marching across the clear span of the Ribbon commonly used for drag racing. He covered a lot of ground in one stride, and Johnny jogged to keep up. Ever since that nasty accident last week, drag racing had temporarily died down. "I can't believe that's the broad you picked up."

"I didn't pick her up," Johnny defended quietly. "She talked to me."

They crossed to side streets and weaved through a few alleyways, eventually emerging on the main drag of a quiet grid-suburb. Both boys knew to walk in the center of the road, cautious of what lurked in shadowy doorways. A grey silo stuck up like a beacon at the end of the road.

"We can't go back to the downtown apartment," Dally said, sensing Johnny was lost in the strange neighborhood. "We didn't do nothin' wrong, but if the fuzz comes a'knockin', I don't wanna be around to let'em in."

"So where we goin' now?"

"They's a little park out here I used to sleep in when I was young. You know, when shit got rough. It was for me what that vacant lot is to you."

He gestured to a circular clump of trees and shrubs. Johnny had no idea of where they were or how far they were from home. But the low rumble of cars on the Ribbon was still audible, so they weren't too far out. They stepped over some denser shrubs and Johnny knitted his eyebrows in interest when he saw a ramshackle lean-to beneath some of the few larger trees.

"It was an old clubhouse for the scouts." Dally explained, sitting down cross-legged in the center of the lean-to's dusty floor. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, resting his bare arms on his knees. "That was years ago. It's abandoned now."

The young Greaser sat beside him, but not too close. The February had stung his nose and knuckles outside, but they were surprisingly well-protected from the elements inside. He let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting and found that it softened the older boy's tough-as-nails demeanor.

Dally was silent, and the smaller boy watched him apprehensively, waiting. The blonde lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled smoke rings, never once opening his eyes. Johnny sat on his heels waiting, his idol's I-don't-care attitude quite apparent.

"So, Johnnycakes, why d'you think I brought you out here?"

The dark boy's eyes bulged at being put on the spot. He sat up a little straighter, swallowed the lump in his throat and replied, "Because if the fuzz come a'knockin', we don't wanna be around to let'em into the downtown apartment?"

Dally opened one eye and peeked at his friend. He snorted and shook his head. "You funny, Johnnycakes. But seriously, why did I bring your ass out here?"

He blushed at the compliment and struggled for another witty remark. None came. "I—uh…I dunno." He blustered, "Why?"

"Because…" He turned sharply, sitting up on his haunches, towering over the younger boy's timid frame by at least a head. "I needed a good place…" He ran his hands deftly up Johnny's sides, finally entwining them tightly in the boy's dark hair. "To fuck your brains out."

The younger boy's eyes were as wide as saucers now, as Dally maneuvered his head by the hair, tilting his chin up so they looked each other in the face. Johnny's look was that of slight apprehension mixed with arousal. He was appeased by the look in Dally's eyes, which flashed with equal heat and lust.

Dally tugged Johnny close by the hair, eliciting a light squeal from the pain. He nuzzled and nipped along his dark friend's delicate jaw line. He ended with a sharp nip to the earlobe, pushing Johnny roughly to the floor and straddling him.

"Are you gonna be rough?" Johnny asked, the yearning need for physical contact dancing deep in his eyes.

"I dunno," Dally admitted, leaning down so their faces were inches apart. "Do you want it rough?"

Johnny trembled at the intense, lusty look in his idol's icy blue eyes. "I—umm…AH!" He was unsure, but as Dally fixed him with a carnal grin and rolled his hips against Johnny's already straining member, the answer was clear.

The blonde was enjoying himself. "I'mma make you beg for it," he stated simply between rough kisses. Johnny whimpered and parted his lips, allowing Dally's tongue to swirl inside his mouth. He rewarded the blonde with that tell-tale hitch of breath followed by a long, throaty moan. His eyes, now glassy with lust, rolled back into his head.

Dally yanked his young friend's jacket off without stopping his passionate ministrations. He ran his fingers over the top of the young Greaser's shirt, grinning manically at the way Johnny arched his back, pushing his chest forward in an attempt to get his aching and aroused body toyed with. "Let's see what we got here."

The blonde shoved his hands under Johnny's shirt; the latter hissing as the cold air made his soft, tan skin extra sensitive. Dally traced the muscles of the boy's chest and abdominals, making him clench his teeth, trapping in the throaty moan that yearned to escape. Johnny was panting now, as Dally continued tormenting him. He bucked his hips as Dally alternated between gentle and firm caresses to his already aching skin.

Johnny's fingernails scratched and grated along the floorboard of the lean-to as the blonde lowered his head to the younger boy's hot skin, running his tongue over the raised goose bumps on his belly. He dipped his tongue into Johnny's bellybutton, causing him to yelp enthusiastically. Dally watched him through the tops of his eyes mischievously, running his tongue up to his nipples, eliciting exactly what he'd been waiting for: a loud cry from his young friend.

"Ahhh, Dally!" He cried, the volume of his voice surprising both parties. The blonde raised an eyebrow. Johnny's eyes were glazed with arousal. "Please!" He begged.

"'Please' what?" growled Dally, pressing his mouth back against Johnny's running his tongue along the roof of his mouth and nipping his lower lip. "'Please' what, Johnnycakes?" He teased. He continued to explore Johnny's torso deftly with one hand while propping himself up on the other arm. He wet a finger and teased one taut, brown nipple. Johnny was crying out often now, holding nothing back. He had lost control anyway. When Dally pinched him, the younger boy arched his back and yelled, fixing his burning eyes on his older friend.

"Please!" was all he could manage. From his position, Dally had complete and utter control. Johnny tried to press their bodies together. He attempted to grind his aching member against Dally's, something that the blonde could either allow or deny with relative ease. Johnny whined when he was refused that pleasurable friction. As Dally continued kissing and teasing his young friend, those whines grew louder, needier, and more forceful.

"Please what?" Dally throatily asked again, kissing Johnny hard before he had a chance to answer.

When he couldn't find words, Johnny made up with actions. He found the hem of Dally's shirt and yanked it above the older boy's head, causing a brief delay in their deep kiss. He fumbled with Dally's jeans, failed at undoing them and gave up, proceeding to remove his own. Dally smiled against his mouth; he was quite entertained by the erotic frenzy his young friend was worked up into.

Johnny moaned with relief as his erection was freed. His jeans had become tight and painful. Dally kicked off his own before roughly snaking kisses and nips across Johnny's abdomen, ending at his waist band. He looked up at the dark boy hungrily; the latter was propped up on his elbows watching the older boy's every move. Dally took the waistband between his teeth and tried to yank it down; an action that excited Johnny greatly. The blonde placed more hot kisses up his friend's sensitive inner thighs, exhaling hot air over the boy's throbbing erection.

With a small thump, Johnny sprawled flat on his back. He was sweating and was coated in dust from the floor. The heat from his and Dally's body was such a sharp contrast compared to the cold night that it made his body tender and sensitive to the blonde's ministrations. He cried out when he felt Dally's tongue, so warm and wet, lap across his scrotum and the base of his erection. The older boy worked his way upward toward the tip, finally swirling it in his mouth and taking the whole thing. Johnny cried out at the tight warmth enveloping him. The sight of his friend's blonde head bobbing between his legs nearly sent him over the edge.

Dally seemed to sense this because he suddenly stopped his ministrations. Johnny fixed him with his dark, pleading eyes, willing him to continue. The blonde smirked, kicking Johnny's legs out wider while simultaneously wetting a few fingers in his mouth. The dark boy seemed to pale as his eyes darted from Dally's spit-slicked fingers to his bulge still trapped by his underwear.

"What're you gonna…?" The younger boy squeaked.

"I said I was gonna fuck your brains out."

He was about to protest as the first finger pressed into him. It was tight, and the feeling was sharp and burning. But Dally's eyes never left his own, and, although they were clouded by heat and lust, Johnny still found them very trustworthy. Dally had been rough before, but once he sensed Johnny was uneasy, he had slowed down—a mark of a very tuned-in lover.

"Relax," Dally breathed, rubbing his friend's quivering thigh with his free hand. Johnny pinched his eyes shut as the second finger was added. He felt himself tighten up and was overcome by a desire to escape, but Dally took his member firmly in his hand. "Concentrate on this, Johnnycakes."

He began stroking Johnny's erection, coaxing it back into a raging hard-on. The dark boy was once again panting, moaning and writhing on the dusty lean-to floor. He hadn't even noticed Dally scissor his fingers to widen the opening, not even when he started gently moving his fingers in and out. Before he knew it, any discomfort was replaced by the familiar and delicious all-encompassing feeling of yearning.

"Dally!" He yelled, biting his lower lip as his older friend worked him steadily. The blonde's shining blue eyes locked onto his. "Please…"

The blonde grinned savagely. As he leaned down towards Johnny, he added a third finger. "Please…what?"

"Please fuck me!"

His voice rang out and Dally smirked triumphantly.

"I told you I'd make you beg for it." Swiftly, he removed his fingers and his underwear before straddling the smaller boy. "Get this wet for me," he commanded.

He took Johnny's hair in his hands as the dark boy took his straining member into his hot mouth. Dally couldn't believe he was getting two blowjobs from his friend in one day. This had to be the strangest day on the planet. And he also wasn't too familiar with gay sex, but his instincts told him all he needed to do.

"That's enough."

Now that Johnny was comfortable with what was going to happen, Dally had no qualms about being rough. His large hands grappled with the younger boy's wiry, burning mid-section. He flipped him onto his hands and knees and kneeled behind him, positioning himself at the opening. He inserted the tip slowly, inching along as Johnny's body got used to it. The dark boy dropped to his forearms, arching his back for Dally as he pressed in. He breathing became heavy as the blonde thrust deeper and deeper, fervently rocking Johnny's body with his heavy strokes. Dally dug his nails into the tan boy's thigh and the latter wailed passionately.

He was surprised when the boy's moans of pleasure suddenly switched to pants of anxiety in a matter of seconds. "What's wrong?" Dally asked. It took all the control he could muster to slow his pace and cease fucking the tight hole so willingly presented to him. He switched seamlessly from rough to gentle.

"I'm—I'm not sure if—it's that…" he babbled.

Dally smirked and pulled out.

"Let's try this," he said calmly, lifting Johnny's chin so he'd meet his eyes. The blonde sprawled out on his back, guiding Johnny to straddle his erection. "That's it, just like that," he coaxed. Dally let out a moan in spite of himself as his friend once again took his erection right down to the base. "It'll give you more control."

Balancing on his toes, Johnny impaled himself upon Dally. It was a slow but deep rhythm. The continuous eye contact and positive feedback from the older boy was very reassuring and helpful to Johnny. Before long, they picked up the tempo, each thrust striking something pleasurable within both boys. Dally found himself more turned on than he'd ever been before. He picked up Johnny's still throbbing erection and pumped it in time to the younger boy's movements.

It didn't take long for Johnny to understand the rules of the rhythm. If he wanted more, he'd have to give more. He rocked and bounced harder and more furiously against Dally. The older boy rewarded him by stroking his aching cock to the same tempo. Johnny was lost in the heat. He threw his head back and cried out, "I'm gonna come!" Dally closed his eyes at the warning as Johnny got off in his hand, collapsing backwards in ecstasy and exhaustion.

But Dally wasn't done. He repositioned himself and continued banging against Johnny's tight hole. The dark boy panted and moaned, and, although he wouldn't be in any state for further sexual activity for a good twenty-five minutes, he continued to put on a nice show for Dally. A few minutes later, the blonde's breathing grew shallow and raspy as he slammed against his young friend, twitching and convulsing his way into a fierce orgasm.

He rolled off the younger boy, breathing heavily, looking up at the wood-beamed ceiling of the old lean-to.

"So," he breathed. "Was that fun?"

"Uh-huh," Johnny replied. Dally looked up at him to see a silly but satisfied grin plastered across his young friend's face.

"Do you believe I remember it this time?"

"Uh-huh." His dark eyes shifted between Dally's blue ones for a moment before realizing that the older boy was merely playing.

"Is my pupils dilated?"

"Uh-uh."

"C'mon, you's sophisticated, ain't'cha? Use your words. Is my pupils dilated?" Dally teased.

"No, they ain't."

"Didn't I promise I'd do whatever your ass wanted to do?"

"Uh-huh—I mean, yes."

Dally fixed him with one of those rare smiles before reaching out to tousle Johnny's sweat-soaked hair. "Did I do good by you?" He teased.

A barely-visibly flush spread across the dark boy's face. "Uh-huh."

Dally snorted and smirked. Without warning, Johnny swiftly splayed himself on top of the blonde wrapping his arms around his muscled neck. Dally raised his eyebrows in surprise before gathering his young friend in a tight and protective embrace. He shifted Johnny, positioning him more comfortably across his body. Johnny burrowed his head into the blonde's damp neck, inhaling the sweet, post-sex scent. He mumbled something incoherent.

"What'chu say?" Dally asked, shaking his arm.

Johnny raised his head and told him, "I said, 'you're my hero'," before nuzzling his head back into that inviting crook where Dally's neck met his shoulder.

Dally laughed harshly. "Yeh, I know that."

He held the smaller boy there as their breathing slowed to normal. Johnny traced his fingers along Dally's chest while the older boy stroked his friend's black hair. Before long, sunlight filtered through the wood beams and the shrubbery by the open wall of the lean-to. The sounds of animals and early-riser traffic hit their ears.

"Shit, man, it's morning." Dally groaned.

"What should we do?" Johnny shivered. He was getting cold fast.

Dally peeled the reluctant boy off his warm body and began putting on his clothes. "Hmm…uh…let's go back to the Curtis' place."

Johnny scratched his head. It'd been hours and hours ago, but hadn't he come from there at the start of this crazy night? "Why we gonna go there?"

"Because," the blonde replied, hauling Johnny to his feet, "they's always got good food there and they say we can come over any time we wanna. 'Sides…I wanna use their plumbing. You made me sweat tonight, kid. I need a shower."

Johnny beamed as he kicked on his ratty sneakers. The two left and headed back toward the Ribbon, hoping they could hitch a ride to their part of town. This night had led to several interesting—and educational—turns of events.

And it was the best night of both of their lives.

So that concludes the story! Thank you to everybody who's read and enjoyed this fic. Your reviews have meant a lot to me. I hope I've enjoyed reading them as much as you enjoyed this bit of smut.

~Lillianne