Working Out the Kinks
"Oh god, no, come on!" Tim had looked up from the paper to see Dally messing with that fuckin' record player again. Hank Williams started blaring from it. But that wasn't even the worst part. Well, actually, he didn't know if it was worse that Dally was serenading him or if it was worse that it was Hank Williams in the first place.
"Heeeeeeeeey, good lookin'. Whaaaaaatcha got cookin'? How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?" Dally started, and Tim just had no good defense against that off-key, passionate singing. Except that it was Hank Williams.
Just as Dally started singing, "Said heeeeeey, sweet baby. Doooooon't you think that maybe," Tim was already striding over to the record player. He turned it off, but Dally pulled him into his arms anyway, still singing to him, loudly.
He didn't know what had put Dally in such a bright mood, but he hated whatever it was. He struggled for a little bit, but, after a glance over to make sure the curtains were shut, he relaxed into it, dancing a little with Dally, humoring him.
"I got a hot-rod Ford and a two dollar bill, and I know a spot right over the hill."
"There's soda pop and the dancin's free," Tim murmured. It earned him a kiss from Dally, along with a dip he wasn't expecting at all that made him push Dally when he got his bearings.
"I'm gonna find my datebook and throw it over the fence," Dally said, grabbing Tim again, nosing at his neck.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'll get a new one and write my name down on every page. That song is so sissy."
"No it ain't!" He stepped back. "I love that song."
"Yeah, I know." He went in for a gentle kiss. "I bet you like all sissy love songs."
"If you sang 'em I would."
"You're such an idiot," Tim said, tugging Dally back toward the couch, fully intent on doing some serious necking. But Dally pulled him the opposite way.
"Bedroom."
Tim paused, letting go of Dally's hand.
"Bedroom," Dally repeated.
"Look, Dal. I know you're in a good mood, but we ain't gonna get nowhere."
"We gotta try," he said, starting to head toward his room, stopping when he realized Tim wasn't following him. So he started working his shirt off. A fuck was a fuck no matter where it was.
"I'll come with if you promise we won't try it tonight. We're both in a good mood; let's let it stay that way."
Dally grunted in reply, finishing working his shirt off. "You gotta suck me off, though."
Tim hooked his fingers in Dally's belt-loops, looking at him predatorily with a lick of his lips. "That's punishment?"
Dally ignored that, wiggling his hips slightly, grinning when two strong hands cupped his ass through his jeans. "Well, when are we gonna try again?"
He kneaded Dally's ass a little through the denim. Dally tried to ignore how tight his jeans were getting in the front. "We don't gotta," Tim husked.
"You liked it," Dally accused. "You liked it, and I want to like it too!" He pulled Tim's hands off of him.
"You'll just push me away!"
"So what?"
"So what?! I'd like to see you get inside my ass and then just try to stop yourself. I did it once. I probably won't stop if it happens again."
"Fine," Dally said after a second. "Fine. Your mouth better be really good tonight, Tim, or I'm takin' you up on the offer."
"What offer?"
"This offer." Dally gripped Tim's ass through his jeans, just like Tim had been doing to him. Tim swallowed.
Then he shoved Dally. "The fuck you will."
"The fuck I will. It'll be a great fuck." He eyed Tim up and down, undressing him with his eyes.
"I don't care if you say there ain't no woman. There's a woman, and it's you."
"So make a woman outta me," Dally challenged, turning around and pressing himself back against Tim's crotch, rubbing like a broad dancing dirty.
Tim gripped his hips and held him there. "You'll cry again, Winston. You'll cry. And then, if I back off, you'll just get mad at me again. But if I keep going, you'll get mad too." It was a fucking paradox. He rubbed back against him a little, hot denim on hot denim.
"I've been puttin' fingers in myself," Dally said angrily.
"Practicing?" Tim laughed a little, and Dally jerked out of the grip.
"Don't you want to?" he huffed, looking real pissed off and almost vulnerable because of it. It had been over a month and a half since that first time they'd tried it. "Don't you fuckin' laugh at me!" he warned.
"Naw, I don't want to no more."
Dally moved over to the couch and just sat. He put his face in his hands.
"Shit." Tim worked his own clothes off, all of them, and pulled Dally up off the couch. "Stop blubberin'. I owe ya a suck, don't I?" he said as he moved Dally toward the room.
"Damn right you do." Dally hadn't been crying, but his chest definitely ached with hurt. "Dammit, Tim, how we gonna be normal if you keep lettin' me off the hook?"
"Maybe my hook don't want you on it."
"Shut up. You'd want it if I hadn't never been . . . you know, forced."
"I just don't like the sight of you cryin'. Screaming with how good I can make your ass feel, maybe."
Dally leaned back against the door to his room. "Tim, if I don't practice gettin' into the habit, even a little at a time, I won't be normal."
"You're never normal," Tim grumbled. "You think wantin' me to fuck you is normal?"
"Yeah, I do. C'mon, Tim, give me another chance."
"Fine. Fine. But not tonight."
"Okay, but when?" Dally wrapped his arms around Tim. "When, baby?"
"Next week sometime."
"You swear?"
"You really been practicing?"
"I'll do it when we get in the room, if you don't believe me."
Tim paused, considering it. What would Dal look like, working himself open with those knobby-looking fingers of his? He decided he had to find out. "Okay, so do it. Get in there."
"You have me pressed against the door, hot shot." Dally looked up at him in that falsely coy way, batting lashes, licking lips. It turned Tim on a little more, just like Dally knew it would.
Tim moved, turning the knob of the door and pushing it in so Dally stumbled and reached for him and they met in a heap on the floor. Tim pinned him, looking down at him. "You think you deserve my cock?"
"You want me more than you ever wanted anyone else," Dally said smugly. "You hate pussy. You want to be in me so bad you dream about it."
"I do not!" But he did. He got up off of Dally, pulling him to his feet. "Get on the bed and get started with the show."
"Someone's a little eager."
"I ain't the one beggin' for it."
Dally scowled. "Well you still owe me a suckin'."
Tim licked his lips blatantly. "Yeah, I guess I do. Lookin' mighty tasty, Winston. Now, get to work." He smacked Dally's ass, pushing him forward onto the bed.
Dally sprawled out languidly like Tim had actually paid for a chance to suck him off or something. He worked off his shoes, his socks, his jeans, and his underwear, all awkwardly, all at a record pace, belying his cool image for the moment. "Gimme the stuff," he said, holding out his hand expectantly, somehow looking cool and seductive again.
"You're lucky you look so good without those clothes on," said Tim, handing him the KY, which he could have reached if he'd just rolled over and stretched a little.
Dally grinned his naughty grin and coated his fingertips, spreading his legs to trace his crack tentatively before pressing the first finger in. He fucked it slowly in and out of his entrance. Tim suddenly found himself at full mast. He swallowed.
Dally's deep blue eyes caught Tim's and he grinned again, spreading his legs a little more. He went for the second finger. He had them in only about an inch or two, stretching slightly. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," he said.
"Shut up." Tim smirked a little too. The sight from the front of the bed was nice, but his knees were getting tired of kneeling. He stood and made his way to Dally's side, lying out on display just like Dally had, only on his side. Dal leaned over for a kiss, and Tim granted it. It wasn't long before Dally was working with both of those fingers.
Tim broke the kiss, trailing licks down his jaw and neck before he just skipped right on down, taking Dally into his mouth. Dally groaned and tried to pull his fingers free, but Tim held Dally's hand there, making him shift and grunt Tim's name.
Tim just sucked a little harder. He didn't do much in the way of technique. He figured it would help that they hadn't had sex in over a week. Their relationship was still strong, but they seemed to be having sex less and less. He brought Dally to orgasm, sucking him down, before reaching for his own cock.
Dally finally pulled his fingers out of his clenching hole, looking over at Tim. "Okay, that was good. Now, fuck me."
"You'll run out on me."
"I won't run out on ya!"
"You will."
"I won't!"
"I took care of you. Now either make yourself useful or go to sleep."
Dally glared at him, but Tim just kept stroking himself. When he was pretty close, Dally pressed him down onto his back, looming over him. "Next time, I'm putting my cock in you."
"I'd like to see you try."
"What if I tied you up while you was asleep?" He started peppering little kisses all over Tim's face, peeling Tim's fingers off his own cock to take over with some nice strokes of his own.
"You're too much of a wuss for that, Winston. You know I'd drop you in a heartbeat. And you're in love with me."
"You're in love with me too." He started sucking at the side of Tim's neck like he liked, making Tim groan.
"Not if you do that, I ain't."
"You're a real bitch sometimes, Tim. A real bitch." He dug his teeth into Tim's neck a little bit, speeding up with his hand as he increased the pressure, making Tim gasp.
Tim came all over his stomach and Dally's hand. Dally soothed the edges of the bite with his tongue. Dally went to clean up his hand. Tim fell asleep almost immediately, and Dally waited until he did to move.