Well, here it is, my first-ever attempt at slash. I hope it came out well and that you all enjoy it.

Rated M!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.

Turn of Events

Chapter 3: Just Messin' Around

Dally stared at the bulge in the younger boy's jeans for a good ten awkward seconds. His eyes finally traveled up across Johnny's bare chest and came to rest on his frightened, dark features. "Johnny, what the hell, man?" He asked slowly, unsure of how to react.

Johnny opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again after he was positive no words would come out. He shook his head meekly, his bangs nearly covering his pleading eyes. He stared deploringly at Dally, his idol and hero, hoping that in some way he would just let this go—just forget it even happened.

"I…uh…I didn't know you was queer." Dally continued in that slow voice. He cocked an eyebrow and scratched the back of his head; a nervous gesture.

The younger one found his voice. "I didn't know I was either!" He shouted, much louder than he intended.

This surprised Dally. "You didn't?"

"No!" He moved away from the fair skinned hood. It was too shameful to be under his scrutinizing stare.

"Well, hey now, calm down." He tried to lock eyes with the younger boy. He hated that Johnny wouldn't look anywhere but the ground. "Maybe there's some explainin' for all this shit."

Johnny scuffed the floor with his toe. "Yeah, like what?"

Dally had no answer. "Well, uh…have you ever liked a girl before?"

"Yeah, of course I have. I liked those pretty Socs from the Nightly Doubly, but golly, they wouldn't see nothing in a guy like me. And I once liked a girl from school but she's moved away from here." He felt very small and wished he had his shirt on to cover his shaking body.

The older boy nodded. It still seemed like he was struggling to find the proper words. "So have you ever, uh, liked a guy before?"

"No! I know it ain't right for a boy to like another boy." Johnny gripped his hair so tightly that his knuckles turned white. On the plus side, his boner was officially gone.

"And…why ain't it right for a boy to like another boy?" Dally asked. When Johnny peeked at him, confused, the blonde elaborated. "For example, say it don't mean nothin'. Say you have two guys who ain't looking for some long term, lovey-dovey, bullshit, girly relationship." He scrunched up his face and narrowed his eyes as he said it. Dally wasn't too impressed with the idea of romance. "Say they're just two guys who wanna mess around with each other. Would that be so goddamned terrible?"

Johnny's heart began thudding again. Why was Dally saying these things? Was he just messing with him? Cautiously, he said, "I…I guess not."

"Ya know, I wish girls understood that. Sometimes we guys just get horny and wanna mess around a bit. But they always want a damned song and dance. So why not mess around with some like-minded guy?"

Dally reached out and took each of Johnny's hands in his own. The dark boy's hands were slimmer and trembling, but they fit into his bigger ones nicely. The smaller boy's fearful eyes widened as he looked from their grasped hands all the way up to Dally's face. The hood's normally cold, dangerous, ice-blue eyes were alive with a curious spark. The tension inside the dingy apartment was thick.

"Have you ever messed around with a guy before?" Johnny squeaked.

"No but there's a first time for everything."

He tugged Johnny closer by the wrists, pulling the teen onto his lap. Johnny's big, dark eyes never left Dally's blue ones. He just watched cautiously, clearly awestruck that this was all happening. It was evident that Dally would have to make all the first moves, or they would get nowhere. He took Johnny's chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently stroked the soft skin there, coaxing their faces closer and closer together until their lips nearly touched. Their noses brushed lightly in a sweet Eskimo kiss, which drew a grin from Dally. He'd always loved Johnny, but was now noticing just how adorable his friend truly was.

Finally they connected in a feather-like kiss and held it, drawing pleasure from the softness of each others' lips. Johnny's eyelids fluttered shut, taking in that rush of emotions that comes from a first kiss. They broke apart and the dark boy fixed Dally with one of his intense 'Johnny-looks'. His thin, dark hands found the hem of Dally's shirt and he tugged on it, trying to get it over the wearer's head..

"Easy, kid, I got it," Dally chuckled, pulling his shirt off. He was not easily amused, but Johnny's clumsy and helpless pulling of the fabric was sweet. He couldn't believe he had his buddy Johnny Cade straddled across his lap, the two of them topless. It was an interesting turn of events and Dally was quite enjoying himself.

The moment Dally's shirt hit the floor, Johnny jumped him, his eagerness earning another laugh from the older boy. Johnny touched everything he could; Dally's solid arms, his pecs, taut nipples and abs. Dally peered down, watching him for a moment, smiling. He was happy that he got to be the first one with whom Johnny could have this experience. Johnny loved where he was right now. Even Dally's scent was intoxicating. The warmth of Dallas Winston's body against his own fulfilled that desire for touch that he needed and loved. The mix of heat, tension and touch had revived Johnny's erection full force. They kissed again slowly; the blonde lightly stroking Johnny's back—carefully minding the burns—while the smaller teen gripped Dally's larger forearms. Their eyes met, both pairs shining with purpose.

Johnny's hands tightened on Dally's arms as their lips met again. Their initial gentle kisses had quickly turned passionate, fingers entwined in each others' hair. Dally gauged Johnny for signs of reluctance, but was only faced with a look of carnal need from his friend. The kisses gradually became deeper, tongues sensually dancing between the other's lips.

Johnny shifted in Dally's lap, gyrating rhythmically against his hips. He was heartened to feel Dally's hard cock press firmly against his own, meaning his friend was equally turned on by all of this. As Johnny ground his slim hips steadily against Dally, both boys moaned from the exquisite friction. His fingers found Dally's and they intertwined, the smaller boy getting as close to his friends hot, muscled body as possible. Johnny ended a kiss with a sharp nip to Dally's lower lip, eliciting a deep grunt and a shudder from the older boy. The animalistic sound so full of want surprised them both. Johnny grinned against the blonde's mouth, a feeling of satisfaction growing deep in his stomach. He had made Dallas Winston moan.

"You're a good kisser for a first-timer," Dally growled huskily.

Dally wanted the upper hand again. He wanted to make the dark teen sweat and moan for him. He slid his hands down Johnny's sides lightly, as to raise goose bumps. The touch caused Johnny to arch his back in hopes of getting more pressure. Dally smirked. He wasn't going to give him what he wanted that easily. His hands slid to the small of Johnny's tan back and his fingertips wriggled beneath the jeans and briefs. He heard the teen's breath hitch. Dally sensually slid his hands around to Johnny's hips, pinning them down. He now controlled the smaller boy's movements and that damned hot grinding.

"Huh?" Johnny looked at him with worried eyes, wondering why Dally was restricting his movement. But a lustful look from the blonde was enough to soften the worry off his face and replace it with a look of yearning.

The older boy leaned in, trailing kisses up his jaw line to his earlobe, which he promptly nipped. Johnny hissed in ecstasy, running his fingers up Dally's body until they tangled deep in his blonde hair. As Dally began the slow descent of kisses down his neck to that sensitive groove above the collar bone, Johnny tightened his grip on Dally's hair, pulling it hard. He struggled to restart his rhythmic grinding against Dally in attempts to quench the lustful ache that was spreading from his stomach to his groin. But Dally held him fast. As the older boy licked and nipped at Johnny's beautifully dark and exposed neck, the black haired boy tossed his head back and moaned. It was a long and needy whine made all the more sexy by the fact that he was squirming.

"Ouch, Johnnycakes, you're gonna rip my hair out," Dally breathed, smiling.

"Hah," was all Johnny managed to pant, loosening his grip.

When they locked stares again, Dally was incredibly turned on at the sheer lust behind Johnny's dark eyes. He immediately went back to biting, sucking and licking the teen's already tender, aching skin. He loved the way the boy was wriggling. Oh, how he wanted and needed that pleasurable friction. And Dally loved denying him for now, just so he'd be able to see his happiness and relief when it was finally granted. And with that in mind, Dally pulled down hard on Johnny's hips, catching the dark skinned youth entirely off guard. His eyes snapped open as their erections ground together. His nails dug deeply into Dally's neck; they would leave a mark. "Ahhhh!" He called out. The erotic moan spilling from his lips was amazing.

"C'mon," Dally hissed. He stood up and set Johnny on the ground, but the younger boy wasn't letting go. His arms had snaked to Dally's waist, pulling him down to deepen an already passionate kiss. The two stumbled across the room, aiming for the bed. But they tripped on the towel set across the floor, and landed in a heap a few feet from it. Dally took the brunt of the impact, Johnny on top of him. The dark boy used the opportunity to get the upper hand. He straddled Dally's hips again, leaning down to enjoy the full skin-on-skin contact of their bare torsos. He nuzzled Dally's jaw line, licking and exhaling hotly against the blonde's sensitive skin. Johnny nipped the older boy's jaw line and neck, copying many of the same moves Dally had employed on him earlier. When he sucked Dally's earlobe, the blonde shuddered, hissed and arched his back.

"You do that good," Dally breathed, rolling Johnny to the bottom. The dark boy gasped as his hot skin contacted the freezing cold floor. The blonde swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped Johnny's blue jeans, and tugged both them and his cotton briefs off in one motion. Johnny blushed scarlet as he lay there in all his glory for Dally to see, clad in nothing but his pair of ratty socks.

Johnny looked worriedly up at the older boy; he wondered if he looked good enough. Dally sensed this and grinned hungrily. "You look good," he assured him. "You're big. I mean, I got no basis for comparison besides my own pecker, seeing as you're my first dude, but…" He trailed off, grasping the base of Johnny's member in his right hand, pumping it slowly. The dark boy's breath hitched loudly. Sure, he'd masturbated plenty, but it felt so different and so good to have Dally's large hand wrapped around it. His abdominal muscles tensed and he propped himself up on his elbows as to watch the blonde's work. He began rocking his hips in time to Dally's movement.

The older boy was pleased to be having such an effect on his friend. Johnny was already leaking precum, rocking his hips as hard as he could into Dally's hand. If a handjob was already getting him this excited, he imagined how oral would blow his mind. Although Dally had never given someone head before, he knew how it should be done. Johnny's eyes widened as he watched Dally lower his blonde head over his rock-hard erection. The older boy swirled his hot, wet tongue over the tip, exciting a sharp gasp and a long moan from his black haired friend. "Oh god, Dally," he breathed, dark eyes glassy with lust.

Dally relaxed the muscles in his throat, taking in more of Johnny than before. The younger boy's jaw was clenched, containing the low, husky grunts generated in the back of his throat. Dally swirled his tongue again, drawing it up in a slow, languid lick that culminated in a hard suck at the tip. Johnny's whole body quivered, his head thrown back and him muscles tensing more strongly now. Dally took him all the way a few times before focusing his ministrations on the sensitive tip. Johnny Cade was on a cloud. The warm, wet sensation was unbelievable, and as he looked down to see Dally's blonde head bobbing up and down on his member, he became all the hornier.

Johnny knew this was going to end soon if he didn't take some control. "Dal—Dally," he moaned, placing a hand on his forehead and reluctantly pushing it away.

"Huh?" Dally looked up, confused, his lips coated with the younger boy's precum.

"Lemme have a shot."

He tugged helplessly at Dally's jeans, finding that undoing them from the front was harder than it looked. Again, the blonde found Johnny's struggling entertaining, so he helped him out and discarded the rest of his clothing. Johnny stared at Dally for a moment, feeling internally relieved that his piece wasn't much bigger than his own. Maybe only a little thicker. He wanted that throbbing boner in his mouth, so he went down instantly, causing Dally to gasp. Johnny sucked hard and fast, hollowing out his cheeks for a tighter seal. He swirled his tongue around the tip and the underside, paying closer attention to the extra-sensitive areas.

"Ouch, Johnnycakes, watch your teeth," Dally warned.

"Sah-wy," Johnny managed to say with Dally's member still deep in his mouth. The younger boy teased his older friend more carefully until he was shuddering and rolling his hips, head thrown back in enjoyment. Dally had had many good blowjobs in his time, and Johnny wasn't doing half bad. He was pleasuring Dally with more care and enjoyment than any of his female playmates had ever done. Clearly, Johnny was focusing on making it as enjoyable as possible for Dally, not planning ahead for what he could receive in return The blonde began throbbing hard in Johnny's mouth, feeling that familiar build-up of pleasurable tension in his groin. He was getting close, and he knew that Johnny, who was absentmindedly tugging his own erection with his free hand, was too.

"Same time," he growled huskily at Johnny, pulling him up so they lay head-to-toe and side by side. As the two began sucking each other simultaneously, Dally could sense just how close his younger friend was to the edge. Every lick and suck elicited an audible moan or whimper from the dark boy. The tip of his penis was a deep purple and he was bucking his hips madly and uncontrollably.

"Ah! Dally, I think I'm—" he panted, dropping Dally's cock because the only thing he could focus on at the moment was his own aching arousal. The blonde didn't slow down the speed or intensity of his ministrations as Johnny cried out in ecstasy, chanting Dally's name breathlessly. Dally felt the dark boy's member twitch and throb in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, tasting, for the first time, another man's load. He caught everything in his mouth and didn't swallow, but rather spit it out onto the dirty floor towel. Johnny looked up at Dally grinning, savoring that delicious, post-orgasmic bliss.

It didn't take him long to regain composure. He sat up and hissed, "Your turn," his voice still lusty and sexy.

Dally smiled back; that cold face of a hood temporarily melted away and replaced by an affectionate one. Johnny began that tight, wet suction, and it didn't take long to send Dally over the edge. He clutched Johnny's greasy, messy hair in his fingers thrusting his hips passionately as he came. Poor Johnny and his naivety didn't know what to do with the thick ropes of cum shooting from Dally's erection. So he threw his head back and allowed it to hit him in the chest and neck.

"Oh shit, Johnny," Dally sat up after a moment and wiped Johnny off with the dry end of the towel.

Johnny looked at the towel with disgust. "That thing has to die," he said.

"Oh yeah, I'mma throw it away as soon as we leave here." Johnny peered up at Dally, his face still flushed, his breathing heavy. He wondered just how much more time he'd have here with Dally. Would it be all over now that they'd had their fun? "Don't worry kid, we don't hafta go nowhere for a while, okay?" He told him, slinging an arm around Johnny's shoulders.

The tan boy's eyes instantly lit up. "Good." He said, peeling off his socks. "'Cause I'm tired."

Dally copied him, pulling off his own ratty socks. "Silvia says fucking with your socks still on is tacky."

"Well, Silvia ain't here, is she?"

"No," Dally agreed, "no she ain't." He got to his feet, wandered to the bed, and collapsed on top of it. Johnny slowly stood up after him. "So you sure you don't wanna go back to the lot tonight?" When he saw the shocked look on the boy's face, he smirked wryly. "C'mon, I'm just fuckin' with you. Come here and lay down."

Johnny grinned and flopped down next to him. He didn't get too close, not wanting to seem like a sissy who wanted to cuddle, but close enough to feel Dally's warmth.

"Besides, I still hafta get that glass outta your chest."

"Oh brother."

"But later…" He yawned. Both boys drifted into a deep sleep, feeling very content and satisfied.

Okay, so that was the first time I've written a sex scene. I hope it was a success! Thanks for reading, and I love those reviews :)