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Dallas Winston was known to be mean, bitter, raised in the New York hood, and always getting what he wants. Causing trouble in his own neighborhood of greasers, too. He claimed he ain't scared of anybody. He ain't scared to do anything to anybody either.
He'd have missions, sometimes they were planned, somethings they weren't. But something about the youngest Curtis brother he was friends with... he had a plan. He had a plan to get that boy wrapped around Dally's finger and make him begging for it.
He'd start easy.
It was the late afternoon in hot Tulsa, Oklahoma. Ponyboy was sitting in the back of the car Dallas stole from some Soc, chilling, waiting. They were right outside the Curtis house. Dally came back from inside and hopped the fence.
"Hey little one," He pulled out his lighter and pack of cigarettes. "You look bored, want a cig?"
Ponyboy nodded innocently. Dally lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Ponyboy. He took it, "Thanks, Dal."
"No prob." Dally said, getting in the car. "Wanna get a lil treat?"
Ponyboy smiled and nodded. Dally figured the boy liked him.
Dally started up the car and put it in drive. "We're going to Dairy Queen. Get what you want, I'm the only one who spoils you."
Ponyboy got a little more comfortable in the back seat, "Okay, yeah, I could go for a blizzard."
On the way there, Dally said, "You know what, Ponyboy? Your name kinda sounds like the name of a pornstar, ya know what I mean?"
Ponyboy coughed, his cheeks turned red. "Dal, I- Oh my god, you can't just say that."
"So you don't know what I mean."
Ponyboy huffed, "Well then, Dallas Winston sounds like the name of a cowboy on the run."
"I am a cowboy, and this is my steel stead." Dally patted the door of the car.
Ponyboy laughed a little.
At the DQ, Ponyboy sat up front, slurping and licking away at his blizzard while Dallas just watched him, plotting the next steps.
"You got something here." Dally stated, wiping the blizzard mustache from Ponyboy's face and sucking it off his finger.
Ponyboy just looked at him and got all red. "Dally! What- you just-"
"What?" Dally said smugly at the sputtering boy.
Ponyboy looked to the sunset, not wanting to reply.
Dallas looked to where Ponyboy was looking, and wow. The whole sky was pink, orange, and yellow. The sun was going down, the clouds were dispersing. It was beautiful. Dally ain't seen anything like it. He looked between Pony and the sunset, figuring that Pony likes sunsets. He didn't understand why though.
"Why the sky all pink?" Dally asked flatly.
"The sunset." Ponyboy answered. "The sun turn the clouds that way. It reminds me of Soda and his happy smile despite money being tight, it gives me hope. Maybe it represents good fortune, or happiness."
It's like Ponyboy opened up and spilled his guts out to Dally, who is showing a bit that he cares. "It sure is pretty."
Dally slowly turned to Pony, "... Like you."
He just wanted him to know. Ponyboy has been pretty to him for a while after he hooked up with some broad that looked like him - fair skin, lowered eyebrows, green-gray eyes, kissable lips.
Dally wanted that so badly. He is willing to get want he wants, he's just sticking with a plan.
Ponyboy looked at him differently, like he figured out Dal liked him and he's liking Dal back. He tried to shake it off, chuckling softly. "Alright, are we gonna get outta here before you become poetic and sentimental?"
Dally scoffed. "Me? That's your job."
He pulled out of the Dairy Queen parking lot and got the fuck outta there.
Heading to Buck Merril's just to chill in the driveway, killing time before Ponyboy had to be home for curfew. Dallas knew Ponyboy liked playing by the rules, even as a greaser. Dally pulled into the parking lot and turned the car off, he noticed a drop of blizzard that both him and Pony didn't see.
"Oops, you missed a spot." He said, and leaned over to lick it off Ponyboy's face. Pony froze a bit, but got all flustered and laughed nervously.
"Dallas! Stop doing that-"
Dally tickled him a bit to interrupt him. "Or what?"
Ponyboy laughed hard. Dallas kept tickling him for kicks. Ponyboy let out a good belly laugh, one he hasn't had in forever. He was shaking and laughing so hard, his jaw hurt. Then he whines about the tickling hurting and getting cold.
"There's a sweater in the back, you can have it." Dally said nonchalantly as if he didn't almost kill Pony with tickles.
Ponyboy got out of the passenger seat, and walked over to the back. Dally joined him for whatever reason, to him.
Dally shoved him playfully. "You look so cute in the big Soc sweater."
Pony was just busy putting the sweater on. "Thanks, can I have another cigarette?"
"Yeah," Dallas pulled out his pack of weed and lit one to give to Pony. "Wait, maybe your name sounds more like a stripper."
Ponyboy choked on his smoke, face turning beat red. "Dal... Why? Why do you keeping sayin' these things about my name?"
"Do you think you could be a stripper? You never know." Dally shrugged.
Ponyboy still couldn't believe Dallas Winston was coming up with these crazy revelations, but he started going along with it. "I don't think I could sell it. I can't dance or entertain for shit." He hugged himself in the creme white knit sweater. "Just arms and legs."
"What? You don't have a dick to sell?" Dally asked bluntly.
Ponyboy didn't know how to respond to that, he just laughed until he was wheezing.
"Also, you're not just arms and legs. You move well for a 14-year-old." Dally defended, unfazed. "Come on, quit laughing."
Ponyboy thought Dally was full of it.
Dally got bored of Ponyboy's non-stop laughter, so he grabbed him by both sides of the face and kissed him. He tasted like weed and a DQ blizzard, perfect mix. Dally crashed his lips against Ponyboy's, who fell into immediate shock at what was happening, or maybe thinking he was high and some hallucinogens were in his cigarette. He didn't kiss back.
Dally took it further and got on top of the boy, straddling him.
"Dally, what the hell are you doing?" Ponyboy asked once lips were free.
"Gimme," Dally snatched the cig, taking a drag from it.
"No- goddammit." Ponyboy pouted, making him sound even cuter than before.
Dally grabbed Ponyboy from behind the neck and kissed him again. Ponyboy just got even more pissed off, "Dally, stop."
The air was getting too thick with Marijuana smoke, Dallas put the weed out on his rectangular metal necklace, the bits falling onto Pony's new stolen sweater and he swiped it off.
"Dally!" Ponyboy exclaimed.
"What?" Dally said, a bit annoyed.
"Stop playing with me. I swear, all you want from me is to make out." Ponyboy fought back with bravery. He could've let Dallas take advantage of him, but they were too close to let that slide. "I'm not a little game, I'm not your pet, and I need you to stop acting like it."
"Damn, so I can't love you?"
"... What?"
Dally cleared his throat. "You heard me."
Maybe just in that moment, Dally loved him in the way where he wanted to top Pony. But he's always shown his love differently.
Ponyboy blinked, processing that information. Dally looked up and away from Ponyboy's eyes.
"It's... okay. I love you too." Ponyboy said slowly, holding Dally by the shoulders now. Dally was blinking a bit, staring into Pony's beautiful green-gray eyes. He never felt so lost to something this close before. Pony pulled Dal closer so their foreheads were touching.
Kissable lips...
Dally leaned into that touch. He tilted his head and his lips met with Pony's, and this time, Pony kissed back. The kiss was slower and comfortable. Ponyboy wrapped his arms around Dally's neck, bringing him closer.
The make out was hot. Dally's hands roamed all over Ponyboy's body, under his shirt, his thighs, his back. He gave Pony a few hickies on his neck while Pony leaned back and let it happen, moaning and whimpering under Dally's touch.
After Dally got his mouth off of Ponyboy for a moment, he breathed heavily too. The car got hot and the only light they had was a dingy street lamp outside.
"Hey, why don't I ever call you Prettyboy?"
Pony chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Why?"
"Well I think it suits." Dally reasoned. "You're very pretty for a boy, pretty like the sunsets."