"Dallas, what's ya doin' he-"
Curly Shepard was cut off by the hood standing at his door.
"Tim or anyone else home?" he asked, his voice
cold as always and Curly shook his head.
Dallas Winston grabbed the young hood's collar
pushing him against the nearest wall,
inviting himself into the Shepard's broken family home.
Curly would have fought back but
he never got the chance cause the shock
in him made him freeze.
Dallas kissed him hungrily,
and Curly was shocked.
Not disgusted, just shocked,
but soon he would react, trying to push him off,
but Dallas wouldn't let go, Curly noticed it.
He noticed that desparation from the hood.
Holding onto him as if he was his life line.
Slowly, the youngest hood repaid the kiss.
Enjoying it.
Liking it.
But he couldn't, once more trying to break away from the hood.
What if Tim walked in!
What if anyone walked in!
His life would be shattered!
But he couldn't help by wincing as
The fist of the hood nearly hit his face.
Curly widened his eyes, knowing he was going to the deep sea.
He returned the kiss once more.
He couldn't help it, help it by letting a deep passion grab hold of him.
"Every fucking day i've fucking wanted you."
Dallas's whispering voice was sneering in his ear,
Curly gasping in pain, Dallas's fist in his ribs.
Breath knocked out. Gasping for breath.
Yet kissing back.
Not breaking away.
Salty, rough, passionate kiss it was.
Between two troubled hoods.
Only knowing violent as the way to express
Love and feelings.
A kiss between two hoods.