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Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, and What Goes On at Buck's Parties
It was one of Buck's parties again. This time, though, Johnny was there with Dally. Buck had greeted him with a bit of a slur, and Johnny had had to avoid staring at the gap where his two front teeth should have been.

"Yeah, I brought the kid this time," Dally said with a grin. Then suddenly, noticing one of the nameless, painted-up Greaser girls in the corner, passed out, Dally got an idea. "Come help me with somethin', Johnnycake," he said, lifting her to her feet and leading her into the bedroom.

"Dally!" hissed Johnny, flabbergasted. "What do you think you're doing?"

Dallas rolled his eyes. "Git over here!"

Johnny swallowed hard, a fire growing in his eyes. "Why should I?"

Dally pushed the girl into the bedroom and closed the door, then he went over to Johnny. "Johnny," he said seriously, but carefully, and he gestured toward the bedroom with his thumb.

"Why the hell would I do that?" Johnny snapped, horrified. "I don't . . . well, I barely do it at all, much less force people . . . ." He ran a hand through his hair. "What the hell, Dally? What the hell? You lay one finger on that girl and I won't talk to you. I swear it. I swear I won't, not ever again. You know what, here, I'll just leave you to it, would you like that? Would you fucking like that? Rapist." He spat on the ground at Dally's feet.

Dally started cussing quietly and grabbed Johnny by the shirt, shoving him in the bedroom too, slamming the door. "For Pete's sake Johnny, we ain't really gonna touch her! You want everybody to know what we've been doin'?"

"What?" said Johnny, frowning. He looked from the girl to Dally, then back to her, then back to Dally.

"I figure this way it don't look so suspicious. Shoot, what I'm sayin' is we could be doin' anything in here, far as anyone can tell." He grinned. "Let's not give 'em nothin' to sweat about. Put her over there somewheres—oh, I'll do it." He got up and moved the girl where she wouldn't be in the way.

Johnny scratched his head. "Wait, did I miss something?"

Dallas locked the door and immediately tackled him to the bed, grinning devilishly. "Get it?" He quickly pulled his shirt off, and kissed Johnny vigorously.

And, suddenly, Johnny got it. He tentatively slid a hand up to curl into Dally's soft, ungreased hair, like a girl's hair—but he'd never tell him that. He kissed back, then letting his lips part to entice Dally to send his tongue in so he could suck at it furiously, even more enticingly. He really wanted to turn Dally on tonight. When he'd thought Dally wanted to get with a unconscious broad while he was still in the room, he'd nearly strained something.

Dally moaned outright, glad he hadn't scared the kid to death, surprising him like that. He pushed his tongue in Johnny's mouth almost instinctively, exhaling in a shudder. He made himself get up enough to try and pull Johnny's shirt off too.

Johnny sucked at his tongue hard, his own tongue flicking against it in a way that was sure to get to the blonde, and good. When he felt Dally try to get his shirt off, he helped, wiggling out of it in a way he hoped to God seemed sexy to Dally. His eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Dallas, you're really somethin'," he muttered, sounding disdainful, but his eyes held their typical glow of admiration—or at least that glow was typical when he was thinking of Dally.

It took a while for a response, but he stroked a slightly-flushed cheek once and answered with, "Same here, Johnny. You're a good kid, know it?" Eventually Dallas grinned and pressed their bodies together again. He started again on those fleshy, pink lips. He stopped once to murmur, "You taste good, Johnnycake," and if anyone knew, it ought to be Dally. He wasn't just talking about his lips either.

Johnny gasped softly, feeling himself throb inside his jeans at those words. He remembered that time in the alley, and, well, he loved the kisses too, though, don't get him wrong. He moaned and buried his face in Dally's shoulder, remembering the hot pleasure he'd been shown up against that brick wall.

Johnny seemed to have liked that. "Maybe I could taste you again," said Dally with a dark chuckle.

Johnny's mouth fell open slightly and he stared at Dally. "Hm . . . yeah. Yeah, that'd be . . . ." He trailed off, licking his lips with a soft groan.

Dallas grinned, sliding off and positioning himself. He unfastened Johnny's pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it a little before engulfing him again, his thoughts also trailing back to in that alley. He moaned and tried to mimic what Johnny'd done with his tongue, stroking absently at a dark-skinned thigh.

Johnny's hips arched up into the warmth and the heat around him, his fingers moving to grip at the sheets. "Dally," he murmured, trying to keep quiet. He made a low keening noise, his eyes closing tight.

Dally would've grinned, had his mouth not been full at the moment. But he concentrated on what he was doing, moaning louder as his excitement grew. One of his hands grasped the sheets as well as he tried to top his performance back in the alley.

Johnny slid a hand down to shakily grasp the hand Dally had fisted into the sheets, biting at his lip. He knew he had to keep quiet unless the girl came to too quickly or someone else from the party still going on outside the door heard him. It'd be completely awful if he called out Dally's name too loud and they were found out. At least moans could be translated as having to do with the girl's rape. He closed his eyes again against the image. He should have known Dally wouldn't have had him do that.

Oh, Dally was no saint, he knew, and he had a feeling Dally'd been through a passed-out broad or two, much to his own revulsion. But Dally probably knew he didn't really have much of a thing for girls, and also really didn't have much of a thing for painful situations of any kind—he saw enough pain in his own household. He'd find some way to thank Dallas for messing around with him right under the others' noses. Right now, though, Dally's mouth was kind of busy, and didn't Johnny know it! He bit back another moan. He probably couldn't form coherent sentences right now anyway.

When Dally felt him tense up he pulled off some, eyes opening and flickering to Johnny's face and then to their hands. He let go of the sheets and intertwined their fingers, knowing that would probably mean something to Johnny.

It did mean something to him that Dally twined the fingers of their joined hands. He gave the hand a gentle squeeze. He was getting pretty close to coming. He wondered absently whether Dally got mad that he hadn't really reciprocated much in their relationship. He pushed the thoughts away, groaning and arching as he felt himself get closer to the edge.

In fact, he imagined Dally groaning as he touched him, and he found himself driven over the edge, coming pretty hard, right into Dally's hot mouth.

Dally looked back at Johnny's face as he struggled to swallow it all. Maybe he shouldn't have put in the extra effort this time. He got most of it, but still had some running down the corners of his mouth, and he coughed, but his expression was pleasantly amused. He slid back up to lay next to Johnny, not noticing—or ignoring—the residue on his lips and chin.

Johnny, pleasantly dazed from his intense orgasm, and still trembling slightly, leaned in to lick up what Dally had missed. It didn't taste that good. "How you can eat that stuff is beyond me, Dallas," he murmured, giving the lips another lick before he kissed him deeply in thanks.

Dally smirked. "I said you taste good, didn't I?" He'd gotten hard himself from doing it, and Johnny licking his lips wasn't helping. "Didn't seem to mind back at my place, did you?" he groaned softly, throbbing. Then Johnny kissed him and he didn't miss out on another chance to put his tongue in Johnny's mouth.

Johnny flushed. "Oh yeah," he said. He'd forgot he'd done that. It had been curiosity, mainly. But maybe it was different if it was someone else's, you know? When Dally kissed him back, he sucked hard at Dally's tongue, rubbing his up against it, fingers hesitantly moving toward Dally's hips, which he grasped before moving closer to his goal. He broke the kiss, pressing his face into Dally's neck as he curled fingers around his hard erection.

He fought back a groan when Johnny kissed him like that. Johnny grabbed his hips and he paused for a second, wondering if Johnny was doing what it seemed like. When Johnny grabbed him, he did groan. "Johnnycake," he moaned softly, showing his approval.

Johnny quivered slightly at the sound of his name being spoken like that while his hand was placed there. The fingers of one hand still curled around the base, he used the other hand to stroke fingertips up the side of the thick, pulsing shaft. He felt powerful for the first time in a long while. He tilted his head slightly to nip gently at the somewhat-sweaty skin of Dally's neck. This was something he could get used to.

Dally sighed shakily when Johnny started playing with him like that. He leaned into the touch, moaning softly when Johnny started biting his neck.

He sucked and bit, forming a hickey on Dally's neck, marking him. With a careful motion, he made a circle with his first two fingers and his thumb and gently fucked it up and down the beautiful cock. "Oh, Dally," he murmured softly. He nuzzled his face into Dally's shoulder.

Dallas bit his lip to stop moaning when Johnny sucked his neck. He grinned unintentionally when Johnny did that thing with his cock. He heard "Oh, Dally," and made a sort of pleased whimper for Johnny.

Johnny shuddered against Dally's wiry-muscled body at the sound he made for him. "Gosh," he murmured, wrapping his free arm around Dally to hold him closer, still running the circle of his fingers up and down, firmly and at a reasonable pace. He could feel the heat and stiffness of Dally and it was such a heady experience he was nearly swooning. He thought he may just become addicted to this. Addicted to sex. But, not with just anyone. Sex with Dally.

From Johnny's response, Dally kept whimpering. Shivering, sensuous Johnny was getting him really hot. He was breathing pretty hard in Johnny's ear, over his neck. He mumbled "Glory, kid," sure this could eventually drive him crazy.

Johnny gave a small whimper of his own. He moved the arm that was around Dally to trace his hand over Dally's hip and then rub a fingertip over the head of the cock, swiping a drop of precum over it. He pulled away from Dally's shoulder slightly to stare down at what he was doing. He licked his lips and groaned at the sight. "Mm, Dallas," he murmured softly. His cheeks flushed quite becomingly. This was way too hot. Way too hot to be allowed. But oh, oh, oh so good.

He stopped the fucking motion with the ring of fingers to jerk him off, leaning in for another kiss. To be honest, he couldn't wait for Dally to come all over him.

He didn't have to wait very long. Long, white spurts erupted from Dally's hot cock. Johnny's lips muffled Dally's final sound, a half grunt half moan. Johnny buried his face in Dally's sweaty neck with a content sigh.

There was a knock at the door. "Occupied," Dallas said breathlessly.