His chest heaved with the constant rise and fall of his exhausted breaths; his lungs and throat erupting in a blaze that started to engulf his entire body from the inside out. His skin burned against the cool night air, perspiration formed on his heated skin like morning dew. He wasn't sure for how long or how far he'd ran, but what he did know was that the neon signs blaring out of the windows of the white building seemed to beckon him to come closer, to stay awhile with unfamiliar faces and a lifestyle he was warned to never consider. Like a moth to a flame, his body fluttered to the porch light. His feet heavy on the steps as he pressed forward to the ungodly noise of Hank William's voice booming through the screen door. His engorged duffle bag collided with the door, sending it flying open. He stood in the threshold of the building, uncertain if his entry would be an intelligent decision. All the warnings from his brothers to stay as far away from the damned place. By now he'd gotten some looks and a stern "If ya aint comin' in then close the door 'n' get!" a guttural sneer came from the bar. The boy pressed through, standing in the smoky red lit room. The smoke filled his lungs like a parasitic disease, tainting his skin and clothes with the harsh sent of the mingled cigarette smoke.
"Kid? That you!?" a disembodied voice called from the pool tables. Through the smoke he could see a tall panther-like figure approach him. Finally face to face with the disembodied voice, he stared up at Dallas Winston. "What'cha doin' here kid?" Dallas asked, noting the kid's duffle bag, he then asked, "What'd ya get into?" a smirk crossed his lips at the kid with a fold of his arms, awaiting an interesting story he hoped the kid had to tell him.
"I just need ta stay here for awhile, kay?" Ponyboy tossed out, not wanting to have to relive the spat he and Darry had; it had replayed so many times over and over in his mind as he sprinted, not even knowing where it'd lead him.
"A'right, upstairs." Dallas slurred, trekking his way through the crowded bar before making it to the stairs, a fire hazard more than anything with how splintery, narrow and crooked the winding steps were. Finally managing to get up the steps with his bulky bag through the tight passageway, they reached the corridor of rooms. "This way." Dallas said with a jab of his head to the left. Ponyboy clutched the straps of his bag tightly in his hands and fallowed the hood down the dimly lit musky hallway. Noises of sex and arguments resonated into the hallway with each door they passed, the hood wasn't phased by the ministrations taking place behind the doors; it was all background noise to him. "Here you are." the hood said with a smirk as he unlocked the door with a twist of the knob. "Ya can crash in my room, no one should bug you in here." Dallas said as he sauntered in, stepping up to his window and pulling the shade open. Pony smelled the scent of in-scents burning, but it couldn't mask the musky scent of stale liquor, old cigarette butts and sex. Dallas leaned nonchalantly against his nightstand, fiddling with the contents of his pockets.
"Any place I could put this?" Pony muttered as he watched the hood pull out a small packet of matches from his pocket.
"Toss it anywhere man." Dallas said as he grabbed his pack of Kools from his nightstand, pulling out a fresh cigarette. Pony plopped his bag beside the foot of the bed, scooting it under the bed with his foot. "Mh, le' meh sho' 'a a'ound." Dallas seeped past the cigarette between his lips, muffling his words. Getting a confused look from the kid, he yanked the cigarette from his lips and repeated himself, "Lemme show ya around." placing the cigarette back between his lips and lighting it. The hood stepped few feet to his left to a door that just barely clung to it's frame by the loose hinges. "Here's the shitter and shower." Dallas said as he pushed the door open, revealing a tile cracked floor, busted mirror, a rusty shower with mold growing in the corners and a toilet with a yellowed bowl. "An' over here's the closet, not that it fuckin' matters, but there it is." Dallas said, puffing out a stream of smoke, running his hand through his blonde hair.
"Sorry ta pull ya away from your game." Ponyboy said as he rubbed at his forearm as his eyes cast down at the floor.
"Pff, shit, I was loosin' anyway kid." Dallas chuckled, "Come downstairs, I play ya a few rounds." the hood said as he made his way out the room. Ponyboy was hesitant in fallowing the hood. Noting the kid's reluctance the hood chimed in, "Ya only come ta Buck's ta drink, gamble and fuck, so which is it kid?" the hood said with a glare, he wasn't going to be the kid's babysitter if that's what the kid was looking for. Why should he skip out on his life when the kid came here on his own accord?
Taken aback by the hood's abrasiveness, Ponyboy began to say, "But I don't drin-"
"Bullshit! Tonight ya do!" Dallas said with a wicked smirk, cutting the kid off. The hood pulled the auburn out of the room and down the stairs before he could even protest.
Pushing through the crowd, the duo made it to a cards table.
"Hey Winston, lookin' to loose a card game." Tim Sheppard asked with a crooked smirk as he dealt out cards face down to the three players.
"Nah, came ta win." Dallas shot pack, taking a seat, motioning Pony to take a seat as well.
"I like yer optimism." Tim smirked, taking a drag on his cigarette before placing a card in front of the blonde hood. "Ya playin' kid?" Tim asked as he dealt out another card, eyeing Pony up.
"Yeah he is." Dallas chimed in, snatching the card from Tim, slapping it down on the table in front of the auburn.
"Alright, name of the game is 21." Tim said as he tapped the deck of cards on the table loudly. Tim went around the table, dealing each player another card.
"Hit me." Dallas said, having a queen, getting dealt a jack.
"Hit or stick?" Tim asked.
"Hit me." Dallas smirked.
"Ya sure bout that?" Tim asked with a slight wary look.
"Don't question me!" Dallas snapped with a grin. Tim shook his head and tossed the hood another card. "Why'd you give me that shitty card!?" Dallas growled out a laugh when he'd exceeded the limit. "Awh, whatever man, 21 is bullshit anyway." Dallas growled out with a smirk. "C'mon kid." Dallas said, pulling Ponyboy out from his seat.
"Ya look thirsty." The hood said with a smirk.
"I don't-"
"Don't gimme that bullshit." Dallas laughed, walking Ponyboy and himself up to the bar. "Gimme two shots a whisky." The hood called out to the bar tender, getting his order right away. "Drink up, kid." Handing the shot to the auburn, smirking when the kid took it.
"Bleech!" Ponyboy nearly wretched, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth.
"How's it taste?" The hood chimed.
"It tastes burn-y." Ponyboy said with a pained look, swallowing hard to get the burn out of his throat and mouth. The boy's word's had the hood in a fit of laughter.
"Haha, I'll get ya somethin' ta wash it down." Dallas laughed, calling the bartender over.
*Several drinks later*
The auburn's world spun, his vision hazed and his head heavy, but his body felt light. His skin burned with a heat like no other; prickly like a sparkler. The clattering of glasses and arguments over card games was a distant rumble beneath the floorboards of the room he now lay in. The springs whined underneath his arching back, lifting his hips into the prying hands above him.
"Whisky makes me frisky." Dallas slurred, rubbing in between the auburn's thighs.
"Ahm!" Ponyboy gasped, his hips jolting at the touch of the hood's hand. Their mouth's crashed against one another sloppily, pulling and tearing at one another's shirts. Bodies thrashed atop the lumpy mattress, clothes thrown to the floor like they were on fire.
"Ghnnh!" Dallas growled against Pony's neck, pressing into the awaiting body beneath him, immediately feeling nails dig into his back.
"Auungh!" Ponyboy grunted throatily, clinging to the hood desperately as his hips crashed against his ass. "Mmnph!" Biting his lips tightly together as the rood rode him hard.
"Haahn!" His breath was hot and heavy with the pungent scent of hard liquor, possibly intoxicating the boy beneath him even further when his breath fanned across his face. Blunt nails dug their way into heated flesh of soft, quivering thighs, teeth nipping at a trembling bottom lip. Hands trailing roughly across sweat slicked skin, leaving goose-bumps in their wake.
"Ahnm, Dally." Ponyboy panted against the blonde's lips, whisky, salt and cigarette's flooded his taste bud's, drowning his senses. "Hmnngha ha!" Ponyboy panted and moaned as Dally plunged into him with incessant breathtaking thrusts. Dally leaned down and kissed Ponyboy, slipping his tongue between his lips. Ponyboy felt every nerve in his body tingle in response. Ponyboy couldn't hold himself together any longer, letting out a throaty moan in his release, his cum spurting and splattering onto his and the hood's stomach. Ponyboy collapsed, his body lay limp and sweaty on the seat, gulping as much air as he could into his lungs, his chest rising and falling. The hood's thrusts shook his body roughly, driving into the auburn to get his release.
"Gahnnh." Dallas Grunted against Ponyboy's throat as he drove his cock deep into the quivering boy beneath him. "Nghauughnh!" Dallas groaned as he came deep and hard into Ponyboy's ass, he could feel the boy shudder beneath him as his hot load filled him.
"Ngh!" Ponyboy grunted as Dally's heat filled him to the brim, trembling at the feel of it trickling out of him down his crack and clenched cheeks. Darkness over took them, consuming their minds and swallowing their consciousness.
