It was a chilly night and Johnny couldn't afford to stay outside. He'd freeze to death before the socs or his parents could get to him. That wasn't a very tuff way to die, in his opinion.

His first instinct was to trudge on over to the Curtis'. Their couch was always open to anyone who wanted it. As he walked the street, hand tapping his switchblade just in case, it occurred to him that they might already have a visitor. After all, Two-Bit didn't much care for his place. And Steve stopped by every once in a while if he was taking the late shift with Soda. Usually, Johnny got to the couch before anyone else could, but this particular night the cold had swept over him suddenly.

As he walked through the Curtis' door, he noticed a shape already occupied the couch. So, he had been right. Someone did beat him to it. He didn't want to disturb the person and he left without realizing who it was. Not that a name mattered. Either way, he was out of luck.

Option number two was to stop by Buck's and see if Dally would share his room. That didn't sound like such a bad plan. There was something about Dallas that made Johnny feel warm-just by being in the same room. It made him a bit nervous, yet excited at the same time. He didn't much dwell on his feelings. It was a general rule he tended to live by that made life a hell of a lot simpler.

Buck's place was a ways off from the Curtis', but it was a fairly quiet walk. No one was milling about, to Johnny's surprise. He wasn't in danger of being beat up by his own kind or otherwise. Buck's place was bustling as usual. Music was blasting and Johnny could hear the babble of voices as he walked up the stairs. He knocked on the door, hoping either Dally or Buck would answer. The door creaked open. Buck.

"Hey, kid. It's Johnny, right?"

"Yeah, is Dal around?"

Buck studied Johnny for a minute, sizing him up before nodding and replying, "Yeah, he's upstairs. I figure you can go on up. Second room on the right."

He hated to ask, but felt it necessary to ask, "Is he with anyone?"

Buck laughed at that. "Naw, man, he didn't get lucky tonight.

Johnny chuckled nervously before pushing past Buck and heading for the stairs. He took them two at a time, tired and ready to fall asleep as soon as possible. He found Dally's room and rapped on the door, hoping he didn't wake the man.

"mhhmm," a voice moaned.

Johnny took that as an invitation and let himself in. "Hey, Dal," he said as he closed the door behind himself, "Mind if I stay with you, man? There's no room at Pony's."

Dally lifted his head and gave a lazy smile in Johnny's direction. "Sure, kid. It's cold as fuck out, huh?" he asked, still half asleep.

Johnny nodded in agreement and walked toward the carpet on the floor. As he was about to sit down, Dally protested. "Hey, Johnny, man, come up here with me. You didn't come all this way for a piece of Buck's floor, did ya?"

Johnny only yawned and complied. He was too tired to be worrying about the awkward situation of sharing a bed with Dally. "I didn't come here to take up your space either, Dal."

Dally laughed, smirking with his eyes still closed. "Then what did you come here for?"

He patted the small space next to him and Johnny took it, curling up next to Dallas. The warmth was more than welcome. Johnny was close enough to smell the alcohol on Dally's breath and it bothered him. Dally only got one of two ways when he was drunk: violent or sexual. Sometimes both.

"Johnny, come 'ere," Dally said, his words drawn out and full of something Johnny was wary of.

Dallas turned around so he was facing Johnny and started tracing patterns on Johnny's face with his free hand. Johnny resisted the urge to sigh. The warm touch of Dally's fingers felt wonderful on his cold cheek. No, this was wrong. It was too personal. He wasn't entirely sure Dally knew who he was touching. He could very well think it was that trashy girl of his lying next to him.

Regardless, Dally pressed himself against Johnny so he could feel the elder's hard member against his thigh. Johnny couldn't resist anymore, so he let out a soft moan. He could feel himself hardening. After all, Dally was his everything. Why shouldn't they be this close? It felt right. Wrong…but right.

Johnny was always the submissive one in every aspect of his life. So, naturally, he handed the reins to Dally and enjoyed the ride. Dallas was kissing his cheek now, stubble brushing against Johnny's face in a delicious way. Shifting his lips to the right, Dally caught Johnny's lips. The younger parted his mouth, anticipating the hot, wet feeling of Dally's tongue, which is exactly what he received.

Dally was shifting against Johnny's leg, grunting in pleasure. Johnny decided he was the only one sober enough to take the initiative, so he snaked a hand down toward Dally's excitement and lightly squeezed. Dally yelled, loud enough that Johnny was afraid Buck would come upstairs and find them in a compromising position. He "shh!" ed Dally before moving his head down to his penis. He unbuttoned Dally's jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear. Johnny gasped at the sight of his erect member. It was glistening with drops of precum that looked tastier than Johnny would like to admit.

He took the warm item in his mouth. Unsure of how to proceed, he hesitated. Johnny had never had sex before and he'd definitely never done anything like this to a guy before. The hesitation was brief, because Dallas was thrusting his hips upward and pushing Johnny's head toward him with his fingers laced in the boy's hair. Johnny started bobbing his head back and forth, swirling his tongue around the tip. Dally seemed to enjoy it, so he continued this routine until the man ripped his head back with such force he thought his neck might break.

Dally shoved Johnny down on the bed, face up. Johnny was glad for that act of kindness. He wanted to see Dally's face. The older boy pulled down Johnny's jeans and briefs exposing the boy's excitement. For a brief instant, he wasn't sure he wanted this to happen. But that hardly seemed to matter. Dally's hunger needed to be satisfied.

Johnny felt Dally ram into him and he cried out in pain. There had been no attempt to ready his body for the intrusion. Johnny was well aware of the liquid running out of him. He correctly assumed it was blood. Dallas hardly seemed to care or even notice. He was fucking Johnny with all he had, the animal with a primal need. The pain was blossoming behind Johnny's eyes which he closed because it was simply unbearable to keep them open. He could feel a hint of pleasure behind the blinding pain and he knew that despite Dally's rough actions tonight, he'd still love him tomorrow. In fact, he might even remember the experience in a positive light if only because Dallas had decided Johnny was worth the effort of sex.

After a few moments of heavy grunting, Dally rode out his orgasm, erupting inside Johnny. He collapsed next to the boy, panting. Johnny's whimpering had quieted, but not yet subsided. Buck would charge Dally for the blood on the bed sheets, no doubt, Johnny thought. Simple thoughts such as that kept his mind off the pain.

Dally seemed to break out of his stupor long enough to look at Johnny with the utmost sympathy in his eyes before rolling over and falling asleep. Johnny rolled his eyes and contemplated going home so he didn't have to face his friend in the morning. Unfortunately, he didn't think walking was a possibility at that point. And besides, where would he go? There was no one who wanted to-or could- take Johnny in. No one but Dally. So, with Dally he'd stay.

"I love you," he whispered to the hood sleeping next to him.

I love you.