I'd like to thank Duckie Lover 151 for giving me the idea of a Dallas/Johnny slash. It never once crossed my mind! Um, i know this isn't exactly what she asked for but it kind of took on a mind of its own.

WARNING: HEAVY SLASH. Rated M for swearing and sexual context. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T ENJOY SLASH, LEMONS or SWEARING!

Review! =D

"You sleeping in the lot tonight?" Dally asked Johnny as they walked from the Nightly Double.

Johnny shrugged, "Who'll care anyway?"

"I'll–– the boys'll care. Come on, your staying with me." He said. Johnny wasn't sure why but the way he said that made his...thing tingle. Not in a bad way but in a way that was kind of pleasurable.

"Alright," He accepted, not sure what he was getting himself into.

The two shortly arrived at Buck's, Dally's resting place. How Dally could sleep in a place that blasts the country sounds of Hank Williams every hour, was beyond him.

Saying they had no trouble getting upstairs might be a bit of an understatement. What with Dally literally picking people up and throwing them out of his way and Johnny following, receiving a few shoves.

When they did get up the stairs, Johnny felt his face burn as he heard springs squeak and moans of pleasure in the room next to Dally's. When Dally opened the door, Johnny ran in, in hopes of clearing his head of the crude thoughts that were mixed up in there.

Dally chuckled, "Something wrong, Kid?"

"I'm alright." Johnny said, face still humming with a soft pink. Johnny looked around the room and noticed there was only one bed.

"Well, of course there's only one bed," Johnny thought. "Dallas Winston doesn't share a room with anyone and even if he did, they'd probably be using the bed for something else..."

Dally pulled off his shirt and was unbuttoning his pants, when he saw that Johnny was just standing there looking at his bed. "You gonna sleep in all those clothes?"

Johnny snapped out of his trance and looked up at Dally who was now pulling his pants off. "I–– no!"

Dally raised an eyebrow but waved it off as he laid back on the covers, his arms stretched up, hands folded under his head.

Johnny was continuing to scope the rest of the room, when Dally's figure on the bed froze him. His tight muscles, his lean physique and the line of hair that ran from his bellybutton disappearing into his loose-fitting boxers.

"Hey, turn off the lights." Dally said and rolled on his side in the opposite direction. Johnny walked over to the light switch, flipped it off and crawled under the sheets. "'Night, Kid."

"'Night Dal." Johnny said as he drifted off to sleep.

"God, Dallas deeper!" Johnny panted as Dally slid himself into Johnny's tight passage. Dallas, who usually takes order from no one, had no problem obeying his request.

"Damn, Johnny. You're so tight." Dally pulled out and slammed in several times, hitting Johnny's spot making him moan loudly.

"Do that again, Dally!" Johnny screamed, sweat slipping down his face. Dally pulled out and slammed into Johnny's spot over and over until he moaned Dally's name and came on their stomachs.

Johnny was a "writhing cummer", which is to say he was wiggling under Dallas as his seed shot. The sight, the sound, the feel of Dallas under him, made Dally shoot into the younger greaser heavily.

"Oh, God, Johnny!" He screamed falling onto him. Their slicked bodies colliding and chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths.

Dally rolled off him, finally pulling out emitting a final grunt from the boy. "Wow, Johnny, I didn't think you were like that." He heard Dally whisper to him. But when he looked over at his lover, he saw he was sleeping.

Johnny could have sworn Dally'd said something.

"Come on Kid, get up." Dally said still not believing the fact that Johnny, little Johnnycake, had a wet dream. He shook Johnny gently and grinned when his eyes popped open slightly.

"Dal? What––" Johnny stopped as his eyes stopped on the tent in the sheets, hovering over his crotch. His face reddened considerably and Dally chuckled.

"I gotta be honest, Kid. I didn't think you were like this." Dallas nudged the younger and asked slyly, "So, who is she?"

She? She? Damn it, if only it was the easy for Johnny. He winced as he felt his first hard on twitch slightly at the remembrance of the dream he'd just been cursed (or pleasured) with.

Dally raised an eyebrow at him as he noticed Johnny cringe slightly. Then, it occurred to him, it all clicked. "You've never dreamt like that before, have you?" Johnny shook his head, cheeks darkening even more. "So you don't know how to get rid of that." It was more a statement than a question.

Johnny shook his head and Dally sighed. It's not that he didn't want to help him, he actually really did want to, it's just he wasn't sure how well he could control himself. I mean, it was a pretty big tent in the sheets and it was really turning him on.

He said nothing as he sat up on his knees. Dally pulled the sheets off Johnny, eliciting a moan as the fabric caused little friction over Johnny's hard on. Wasting no time, Dallas crawled over Johnny's legs and gazed hungrily down at Johnny's member.

"What are you d-doing, Dal?" Dallas didn't even hear Johnny speak as he grew more and more aroused. In one swift motion, Johnny's boxers were off.

"Dally––" Johnny tried but he was quickly cut off as he gasped when Dally grabbed his dick. "Oh God!" Johnny sunk into his pillow as the pleasure of someone besides him touched his special spot. Of course Johnny had touched himself before; he was curious but never before had it been to pleasure himself.

Dally jerked and twisted Johnny as he felt himself grow even harder. Why was he feeling this way? He was 100% sure he was strait. He wasn't sure about Johnny on the other hand but he liked to believe he was, too. Johnny never showed much interest in either sex. But that wasn't a good enough answer; why did he want to fuck Johnny's brains out?

"D-dallas! I think...I feel like...something's gonna–– ahk!" And with that, Johnny came heavily in Dally's hand. Dally watched as Johnny jerked around while he came, he noted how his eyes rolled back as his eyelids fluttered closed. Dally waited till Johnny's eyes were on him again, then lapped up the warm remnants on his hand.

That pushed Johnny over the edge, his eyes widened. "Dally," Johnny breathed, "fuck me."