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Author's note: For my purposes Tim is a few years older than Dally. Thank you all for reviewing.
Chapter 2:
Tim stared speechless into Dallas's eyes. The smaller, pale teen in front of him had started to tremble, not visibly yet, but Tim could feel the vibrations around his cock. He bit back a moan. That was not helping.
Dally's voice was cold and brittle at the same time as he breathed the words out slowly. "Get ... out ... of ... me."
When Tim didn't move except to blink at him Dallas turned away and tried to pull Tim's large erection out of his slim body. The pain of the large intruder moving in his dry channel made Dally whimper quietly as the flared head pushed his sore walls farther apart. The sound made Tim sit up and grab hold of Dallas's hips, supporting him and making him slow down and ease himself off.
Dally flinched as the head of Tim's cock popped past the tight ring of muscles and wasted no time in moving himself out of Tim's grasp. Dally avoided looking at Tim who was sitting on the bed, large erection curving up towards his stomach, watching him gather up his clothes and hurriedly pulling them on.
When he was dressed Dally turned to face Tim, eyes cold.
"Not a word of this to anyone Shepard. If I hear that you told anyone you topped Dallas Winston, I'll cut your fuckin' balls off." His eyes flashed dangerously. "Got that?"
Tim nodded slowly. Dally turned and walked out of Tim's bedroom door.
Now that Dallas was gone, Tim could feel shame creeping up on him. Shame that he had not only looked at a man in that way, but that he had actually fucked him to. Shame that he had fucked a teenager, a male teenager younger than him by a few years. And shame that even though Dallas was gone, Tim couldn't get his raging erection to subside as bits of memories of the night before flashed through his mind. But under all the shame Tim couldn't help but feel saddened that Dally could never like him back.
Sighing Tim looked down at his lap. No girl had ever made him so hard. It actually hurt, and it was not going away on its own. Laying back on the bed, he wrapped his hand around his dripping erection and started to tug and stroke while guiltily imagining Dally's lithe, pale, and sweat slicked body, writhing and moaning in pleasure on his dick.
Dally closed the door behind him and leaned back against it breathing heavily. He could hear Tim sigh in the room before the sound of his moans came through the wood. Probably imagining some girl to forget the sight of my hideous body, Dally thought. He shivered. He could still feel Tim's erection stretching his ass open and the dry, gritty feeling of cum inside him was driving him crazy.
He had buried his unnatural feelings for Tim years ago but his most recent "run in" with Tim had brought them back to the surface. He felt dirty. Tears threatened to leak from Dally's eyes and he blinked them away furiously. He would not cry over Tim Shepard like a girl. Wiping his eyes furiously he made his way down the hall to the stairs.
Trying not to trip over any of the inert, unconscious bodies lying on the stairs, he made his way down to the livingroom. The few conscious people took no notice of him as he raced out the door.
Wrapping his arms around himself, he made his way to the Curtis's house. He could see no one in the house when he entered and a look at the clock told him that no one would be home for at least a few hours.
With nobody around to act tough for, Dally could no longer hold back the tears and collapsed on the kitchen floor, large, heaving sobs finally making their way out of his body. Tears dripped from his face onto his pants as he put a hand to his forehead and rocked back and forth.
What he didn't know was that there was indeed someone home, and that they stared at him in wide-eyed shock, as he cried himself sick on the kitchen floor.
