/I am deeply sorry for not having posted Cally fics in ages. But i'm back and imma try and satisfy all the people that hopefully like Cally too.
Hinton wrote the book, wrote Dallas, wrote Curly, but everything of Curly's life and personality and anything belongs to me. Just me. Dallas, as he's here was plotted by XxSlimShadyxX. we created Cally. Like. We plotted Cally (CurlyxDallas) the 16th feb 2011. I was the first one to write a Cally fic on here. Just as you know. Just want to make that fucking clear.
Curly stared on the water. It was peaceful. He let out a small laugh as he saw two ducks. He had no clue why he laughed even. There was no reason to laugh. Was it a good laugh? Was it a bad laugh? He didn't know. He just knew….he just…he felt like laughing. He felt strong arms wrap themselves around his waist and the strong smell of vanilla and leather mixed with smoke and alcohol told him that it was Dallas. Dallas sat down behind him, letting Curly sit between his feet. The younger boy rested his back against Dallas.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Dallas murmered in his ear and Curly let out a purr and Dallas chuckled against his ear but Curly could feel a grin on his lips. That made Curly grin. That made curly happy. It made him laugh again.
"There's an duck in the water." Curly answered as if that was the answer, if that was the thought. Really, maybe it had been.
"No, there's two." Dallas said and Curly looked on the water again, realizing Dallas was right. There were two ducks. That made a childish giggle escape Curly's lips. He felt Dallas's hot breath on his ear before he felt his lips instead.
"You know, they're both male. Properly queer as fuck. They're properly like us. Can't say shit, ya know. Just gotta face all kind of bullshit because the world's fucked." Dallas murmered against Curly's ear, which had wide eyes. Hey! Maybe that was the truth! Maybe those two pretty ducks were like him and Dallas.
"You really think so?" Curly asked and Dallas nodded. "Absolutely. Hey, we should give them some peace." Dallas said, standing up, pulling Curly up and took his hand, stroking his thumb over Curly's hand, making Curly smile, that smile which reached his eyes without doubt. Dallas was supposed to like…get Curly safely home because Tim had told him to find the fucker because Curly had been a whole lot distant lately but man….He took his other hand and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Curly responded, just as deeply, just a passionate. Man, didn't these two just love each other?
They both knew…they both knew that they were standing in day ligth, kissing…and that people weren't exactly happy about that fact…..But yet! Yet they did it. Just because…just because they loved each other so badly they wouldn't let anyone ruin that for them.
Dallas pressed Curly against the nearest tree, pressed him against it gently, not breaking the kiss. Not at all. But too soon he had to break it, simply to breath. Dallas looked down on Curly, for once feeling completely happy. It was like they forgot time and place. He lifted his hand and let his thumb trail Curly's lips and jaw, making him giggle softly.
"You're everything i need….and more…" Dallas whispered, slightly embarrassed. He wasn't this soft…but Curly pulled out some part of him that defiantly was. A deep blush crept it's way onto Curly's lips and he wrapped his arms around Dallas's neck.
"And you are to me." he whispered, a smile lingering on his lips as he pulled him into another deep but oh so soft kiss.