A/N- O.o Dally/Johnny. My first story uploaded on here. I don't know if I should add more. Tell me if you want more and how you like it. :D Review Please!

"Sit." Dallas ordered the small boy, as they entered the room. Johnny Cade sat on the edge of the bed, saying nothing. Dally walked over to him and peeled off Johnny's shirt, which was wet from the rain. He took his off next.

"Come on, lay down."

"B-But Dallas.. You should sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, just lay down. I'm fine on the floor." Reluctantly, Johnny lay down. Thunder rumbled outside. Dally could've sworn he heard a small whimper from under the blankets.

"You okay, Kid?" He asked. There was no answer. Dally sat up and looked at the shaking bundle of blankets.

He stood and sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled the blanket off of Johnny, who had his hands over his ears with his eyes squeezed shut.
Dally put a hand on his head. Opening his eyes slowly, Johnny uncovered his ears and looked up at Dally with big, black, frightened puppy dog eyes.

"Scared of thunder?" Dallas asked in a quiet voice. He had never realized until this point how incredibly soft Johnny's jet black hair was.

Johnny nodded quickly, still shaking slightly.

"Would you feel better if I slept up here with you..?" After hesitating a moment, Johnny nodded again. Dally slid under the covers next to Johnny.

Thunder boomed again, and Johnny curled up in a tight ball, with his hands over his ears again. Dally, not usually the comforting type, put his arms around the small shadowed boy and pulled him closer.

"Dallas, wh-what are y-you do-?"

"Shut up, " he said harshly, then in a softer tone, "You don't have to keep calling me that."

"Dal.. What are you doing..?"

"Hugging you. What does it look like?"

"Oh.." Johnny scooted a bit closer to Dally for warmth.

Dally, not really realizing what he was doing, buried his face in Johnny's soft hair, which smelled of hair grease and faintly of vanilla. He took in his scent, wanting to remember it.
Thunder was still crashing loudly. Johnny crushed his face into Dally's chest, not wanting to see the effects of the storm.

Dally lifted Johnny's head up so that they were looking at each other. For a moment, they just stared into one another's eyes. Something must have clicked, because the next thing they knew, Johnny was pinned to the bed with Dally's lips crushed against his.

Finally realizing what was going on, Dally jumped back apologetically.

"I-I didn't mean to- I mean, I don't know-..." Dally struggled for words.

Johnny just lay on the bed for a few minutes, stunned and confused. What had just happened? Did Dallas Winston really like him like that? Did HE like Dally like that?

'No!' he told himself. 'That's ridiculous. We're both guys, for crying out loud!'
Then he thought of Dally's lips against his. Smooth, but slightly chapped and warm..

'No! Stop thinking about it!' He told himself again. Johnny's face was beet red, and he was thankful it was dark, so Dally couldn't see.

Dallas, on the other hand, was pissed. Not at Johnny, but at himself. Why did he do that? The kid had enough to deal with at home, and this was just adding onto the list.
Dally figured he should give Johnny some space, so he started to get up to go back to the floor, when a hand reached out and gripped his arm. Dally looked over his shoulder at the dark figure.

"Please stay up here?" He pleaded. "I hate thunder storms."

"You wouldn't rather me give you some space? I figured after what I just-" he paused, staring at the smaller boy, who was shaking his head.

"Stay up here with me," he said again, though this time it was slightly more demanding.
Dally lay down next to Johnny once again, but he stayed on his side. He didn't want to invade Johnny's space like he had before.

Now, in a normal situation, Dallas Winston wouldn't have given a second thought about personal space, or what someone else wanted, or what made them comfortable. But this was Johnny. Someone, maybe even the only one, that Dally ever cared about.

"Dal..?"

"Yeah?"

"C-Can we get close like before? I-I-It's cold."

Without a worded answer, Dally wrapped his arms around Johnny's small figure once again, and scooted closer. He heard Johnny give a small sigh of content, and smiled. At least he didn't hate him for what he'd done. Though what Johnny said next surprised Dally.

"Dally?"

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."

Dally looked down into Johnny's shiny black eyes, full of.. Want, maybe?
Dally kissed him, but it was different than the first time. He gently pressed his lips against Johnny's, parting them slightly. After a moment, he slid his tongue into his mouth. He waited to see Johnny's reaction, in case he wanted him to pull away, but Johnny only deepened the kiss, moving his tongue against Dally's.

They finally broke apart, gasping slightly for air.

"Dallas.. I love you."

"I love you too, Johnny."

Dally pulled Johnny close and they fell asleep together. They just forgot one problem though. What would the rest of the gang say about them?